Bad Luck

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

~ Time becomes indistinguishable when shredded bits and chewed up pieces of you are slowly meandering through the intestine of a gigantic tentacled bog monster. Or at least, it does to Regulus. When you come from Five, being eaten by things hiding under the water is just a situational hazard, but it doesn't mean Regulus finds the process any less horrific.
During his digestion he is reminded vaguely of goldfish and how they apparently have very poor memories. Because Hell has a funny way of never letting you die, instead of being able to quietly become mush with everything else the creature has eaten recently, Regulus' consciousness flares into alarm and his mashed up bits of body follow into a fit of excruciating pain before it's clear he cannot stay alive separated and masticated as he currently is and all the bites of Regulus collectively lose consciousness for a far too brief moment before the process repeats itself.

On one such flare of reanimation and pain after countless tries and failures, Regulus finds himself finally back in one piece, discarded and finally fully reassembled half buried in a pit of mud somewhere on Five. The first thing he does is vomit up what feels like his entire organ system all over himself and after looking down at his cracked and blistered form he resigns himself to glaring up at the canopy of acidic green and rotted foliage and doing what Fives do best: Lamenting. ~

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[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*there's a moments pause before Barty's one free hand travels to his scalp, feeling it gingerly and finding Reg's words to be true, another round of vomit causes his small sound of despair to come out as a bloody gurgle*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*Regulus holds back a gag of his own that wants to mimic Barty's sick, and scoots down to him in the mud, he's worried about his skin and his hair (or lack thereof), but it takes a brief, momentary, back seat* I'm glad you weren't far.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*Barty looks miserable, his vanity violated*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

You're always frozen. But you're not always nearby.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*Barty, his head movements limited, glances to the side at Reg as best he can looking extremely unimpressed*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Don't look at me like that. You'll get out. It's not as though it's water.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

I'm going to help you, you know.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*looks around for a stick to help him shovel frozen mud*

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

We'll chip it off once you're out.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

I'll be careful.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

And I was, until you wiggled.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Accidentally.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Well I'm much more careful now that I know what not to do.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*looks down at his fingers despairingly*

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*Barty's observation is true, it's terrible on its own, of course, but compared to his fingers - the radiation doing a very sorry number on his already skeletal, blackened digits - Reg has it a great deal better*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

They are. What happened to us? Didn't this only just happen? I miss having normal fingers.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*Barty finishes this statement by half choking on another round of vomit, it's not even real vomit any more, just blood and stomach acid*