[Whatever Gladion had been doing (sleeping? Eating? Staring at the mural of his family in the living room?) it's being interrupted today by some UNHOLY SCREECHING coming from Mahmut's room. It sounds a lot like Iskender, except the golden eagle has always been very well behaved and doesn't really make this sort of racket for no reason.
And then there's Mahmut, backing out of his room with his arm cradled against his body, the sleeve torn and bloodied.]
Damn it. [...he wasn't usually the swearing type but well. This day is becoming a special sort of awful so.
And the fact that he has no idea why this is happening only makes it worse.]
[Mahmut is still staring into his room as Iskender seems to settle down now that Mahmut isn't in there.]
...Iskender attacked me. [Which sounded so bizarre because he raised Iskender himself, had watched the bird hatch from his egg and Iskender had used Mahmut's head for a nest until he was strong enough to stand on his shoulders. But it was because of his familiarity with this particular species of bird that he could recognize his body language.]
He looked like he didn't even recognize me. [He's just...dumbfounded. So dumbfounded he doesn't even really register the pain in his arm.]
[Gladion is more than surprised, and for a moment he has no idea what to do. Iskender isn't a Pokemon, but he is a living creature with feelings and intuition. To go from being so close to Mahmut to attacking him--
Gladion shook his head and stared at the wound for a moment.]
You're injured.
[He left the hall for a moment, returning with a towel and moving close to press it against the gash. Something works in his brain, connecting what should have been incidental to this moment.]
You looked behind you, didn't you? That's why you vanished, when the voices were bothering us?
[Mahmut nodded even though there wasn't any need for an answer. And then he looked down when Gladion mentioned his injury.
He meant to say, that it wasn't important--there goes his housemate. While his injury wasn't his first priority, he will take over holding that towel against his arm with only a small flinch. He was still staring into his room, however.]
It could have been worse.
[Was true but probably wasn't much comfort.
...they're going to have to wash this towel later before the blood stains set in. He was thinking about too many things at once when he suddenly looked up at Gladion's question.]
...I did. [It had happened so close to the end. He had lasted so long but--] I heard my mother. Whatever punishment would happen felt like it'd be worth it if I could--
[He trailed off because it suddenly clicked what Gladion might be getting at.]
[It's huge and rather difficult to ignore. A seemingly innocent enough family portrait of three, one of them clearly Gladion and the other two very visibly related to him. Nothing odd about it, save for maybe the size.
The eyes on the woman in the picture did seem to glow at certain angles and lighting, though...]
It arrived shortly before you returned. From the sounds of it, people were receiving things for their 'participation' in this recent set of quests. If Iskander is attacking you as if he doesn't know you, it's entirely possible you've been affected by the same.
[It makes sense, really, in a weird twisted fairy tale sort of way. Network chatter indicated that certain 'gifts' weren't really gifts at all, and were even affecting some on a physical level.
He might not talk much on the forums but he did lurk enough to get an idea of what was going on day to day.
He pulled the towel away to look at the wound, frowning at the condition of it but grateful to see that he's not at risk of bleeding out.]
We should find something to wrap this. An infection right now wouldn't be good.
[He nods and doesn't mention that he couldn't possibly have missed it.]
...it makes sense.
[But then when would it stop? Would it stop? He wasn't sure what he'd do if it didn't. Iskender was an important part of his heritage, his one tenuous tie to the Tughril Clan besides Suleimon. He couldn't bear to lose it.]
There's an infirmary set up in town. I'm sure they have supplies there. [But he's still staring into his room until he finally sighed.]
If this is punishment for my failure then it's probably only affecting me, right? In that case, could I bother you to feed Iskender until whatever this is is finished?
[Empathy isn't Gladion's strongest trait, at least when it comes to humans. But he felt for Mahmut. To lose the affection of a creature that's been with him for so long...
It must hurt.
He nods, though. The least he can do is care for the creature, and hope for both of them that this blows over soon.]
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[Whatever Gladion had been doing (sleeping? Eating? Staring at the mural of his family in the living room?) it's being interrupted today by some UNHOLY SCREECHING coming from Mahmut's room. It sounds a lot like Iskender, except the golden eagle has always been very well behaved and doesn't really make this sort of racket for no reason.
And then there's Mahmut, backing out of his room with his arm cradled against his body, the sleeve torn and bloodied.]
Damn it. [...he wasn't usually the swearing type but well. This day is becoming a special sort of awful so.
And the fact that he has no idea why this is happening only makes it worse.]
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You know, the usual existence of our resident Edgelord Supreme.
That racket does a good job of waking both him and Sivally out of a dead sleep, though, and both of them are in the hall in an instant.]
What in the hell is going on?!
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[Mahmut is still staring into his room as Iskender seems to settle down now that Mahmut isn't in there.]
...Iskender attacked me. [Which sounded so bizarre because he raised Iskender himself, had watched the bird hatch from his egg and Iskender had used Mahmut's head for a nest until he was strong enough to stand on his shoulders. But it was because of his familiarity with this particular species of bird that he could recognize his body language.]
He looked like he didn't even recognize me. [He's just...dumbfounded. So dumbfounded he doesn't even really register the pain in his arm.]
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[Gladion is more than surprised, and for a moment he has no idea what to do. Iskender isn't a Pokemon, but he is a living creature with feelings and intuition. To go from being so close to Mahmut to attacking him--
Gladion shook his head and stared at the wound for a moment.]
You're injured.
[He left the hall for a moment, returning with a towel and moving close to press it against the gash. Something works in his brain, connecting what should have been incidental to this moment.]
You looked behind you, didn't you? That's why you vanished, when the voices were bothering us?
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[Mahmut nodded even though there wasn't any need for an answer. And then he looked down when Gladion mentioned his injury.
He meant to say, that it wasn't important--there goes his housemate. While his injury wasn't his first priority, he will take over holding that towel against his arm with only a small flinch. He was still staring into his room, however.]
It could have been worse.
[Was true but probably wasn't much comfort.
...they're going to have to wash this towel later before the blood stains set in. He was thinking about too many things at once when he suddenly looked up at Gladion's question.]
...I did. [It had happened so close to the end. He had lasted so long but--] I heard my mother. Whatever punishment would happen felt like it'd be worth it if I could--
[He trailed off because it suddenly clicked what Gladion might be getting at.]
You think this is related.
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[It's huge and rather difficult to ignore. A seemingly innocent enough family portrait of three, one of them clearly Gladion and the other two very visibly related to him. Nothing odd about it, save for maybe the size.
The eyes on the woman in the picture did seem to glow at certain angles and lighting, though...]
It arrived shortly before you returned. From the sounds of it, people were receiving things for their 'participation' in this recent set of quests. If Iskander is attacking you as if he doesn't know you, it's entirely possible you've been affected by the same.
[It makes sense, really, in a weird twisted fairy tale sort of way. Network chatter indicated that certain 'gifts' weren't really gifts at all, and were even affecting some on a physical level.
He might not talk much on the forums but he did lurk enough to get an idea of what was going on day to day.
He pulled the towel away to look at the wound, frowning at the condition of it but grateful to see that he's not at risk of bleeding out.]
We should find something to wrap this. An infection right now wouldn't be good.
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[He nods and doesn't mention that he couldn't possibly have missed it.]
...it makes sense.
[But then when would it stop? Would it stop? He wasn't sure what he'd do if it didn't. Iskender was an important part of his heritage, his one tenuous tie to the Tughril Clan besides Suleimon. He couldn't bear to lose it.]
There's an infirmary set up in town. I'm sure they have supplies there. [But he's still staring into his room until he finally sighed.]
If this is punishment for my failure then it's probably only affecting me, right? In that case, could I bother you to feed Iskender until whatever this is is finished?
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It must hurt.
He nods, though. The least he can do is care for the creature, and hope for both of them that this blows over soon.]
Get yourself checked out, okay?
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I will.
[They may be stuck here and the situation is awful but at least they could rely on each other.]
Thank you, Gladion.