week 4 - hermann - sunday, post-execution

[completelycrazy]

[Newt stays in the back during the execution and slips out the second he can. Hermann won't be able to find him immediately after he disappears, but later, he'll find his partner back in their secret bathroom hideout. His jacket is dumped onto the counter next to the sink, where he's wringing out the remains of his t-shirt. The basin is splotched heavily with red.

His head snaps up when he hears Hermann enter, and then he deflates. He nudges the tap off with his wrist, but stays facing the sink. He's gritting his teeth.]

Thought I locked that.

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[byjove]

[Hermann sees the red, sees the gritted teeth, and is immediately on high alert. They have a target on their backs a mile wide, and although two of the people most likely to try and kill them are now gone, there are still others.]

What happened? What are you doing?

[He limps over to the sinks as quickly as possible.]

winks

[completelycrazy]

[Newt recoils when Hermann approaches, but it's not like he has anywhere to go. Hermann's already found him out, anyway.

He drops the shirt into the sink. There's a nasty gash through the center of his left palm, and he's tied a makeshift bandage out of one half of his t-shirt around his shoulder. It hasn't been all that effective, judging from smears of dried blood on his side and down his arm.]

Izaya happened.

[byjove]

[Why yes Izaya did happen. Past tense. How the fuck?]

What do you mean? He's dead. Was this before the execution?

[He frowns at Newt's patch job.]

We should find a cure drink user.

[completelycrazy]

I met with him last night. Decided to give me a parting gift, I guess.

[His voice is a bit strained. He hella regrets not blowing all of his rips on painkillers.]

He was a Reaper, by the way. We effectively took out two in one week.

[Hooray?? He doesn't sound as happy about this as he maybe should be.]

[byjove]

As revenge? Did he know?

[Not that it... really matters anymore.]

Ah. So we caught two Reapers and an innocent bystander.

[Alright so Monika maybe doesn't qualify for that but. Whatever. Hermann doesn't sound happy about it either.]

Then we're down to... [Hm.] Five? [Thank god for small miracles.]

[completelycrazy]

He never said it outright, but yeah, he seemed pretty fucking sure to me. [Keep up, Hermann.]

Monika would've been a problem in the longrun, anyway. It doesn't matter.

[He starts to gently peel the bandage off of his shoulder, wincing as he does. The wound underneath is a mess. This is the worst.]

It's five, yeah. Two Player hunters and three Reaper hunters. Akira is the former, and, well. Maybe Undine. I don't know much about the other group.

[byjove]

[Hermann frowns yet again at that patch job.]

Do you want some assistance with that?

[They have like one working arm between them it's fine.]

I think you're right about Undine, but why Akira? Is he the "friend" she was referring to? That would make sense.

[He isn't sure how Akira pulled off the hair trick, but that would line up nicely.]

[completelycrazy]

[Newt side eyes Hermann, considering the offer. Some help wouldn't be the worst, but...]

I've got it.

[He's still bitter about last night.]

Izaya recorded a conversation between someone else and Akira. I don't know what was up with the hair thing, if that's why you're unsure, but Akira's absolutely a Reaper. I recognized his voice. Apparently the two factions of Reapers are trying to truce, but Jacopo was in the way. Despite all the bullshit at the trial, I think Izaya appreciated us taking him out.

[byjove]

[Well fine then. Hermann keeps his distance, but makes a face. He mulls over this new information.]

Why would Jacopo be in the way? Perhaps he didn't trust the other faction not to break the truce.

[All speculation at this point, and also irrelevant.]

I... suppose that means we didn't do as much harm to the game as we might've.

[completelycrazy]

I don't know. Izaya could've been bullshitting about that, for all I know. But with the kind of guy Jacopo was? I wouldn't be surprised.

[Newt drops the bandage into the sink, letting the faucet rinse it out as he attempts to clean his hand with another scrap of fabric. This is awful? His shoulder could definitely use some stitches, though it's not like there's an abundance of supplies for that, and, well. His dominant hand does not have the dexterity for stitches now, anyway.

i whoopsie'd and am now retconning slightly it's newt's right hand now and it's... uh.

He unclenches his fist as best he can... Not that he was able to really make much of a fist in the first place, though. The stab wound is less of a clean through-and-through and more of a bored out hole. He couldn't move most of his fingers if he tried, and trying hurts so he avoids that when possible.

He grits his teeth, steadies his arm with his elbow on the counter, and tenderly daps the wet cloth against his palm. He hisses and flinches away almost immediately, kicking the counter in frustration. Hermann will probably be able to make out a colorful assortment of swears muttered in German under his breath.

He grips the edge of the sink with his good hand and just kind of leans there for a moment, his head down.]