Rhys/Waku - Cheesecake

Waku Motohama steps into the medical bay, her expression one of noted exhaustion. Despite that, she's still got a smile on her face... a physical mark of her stubborn perseverance.
Waku Motohama checks from bed to bed, marking things off on a clipboard until she arrives at Rhys's.
Rhys Sebastian is apparently speaking gibbering. "Leelelelel looooo lololoooo leee." He seemed to have a little bit more color in his face, and his bandages look changed thought not really well. It pretty obvious he did it himself. "LOOO weeee  uuuuu."
Waku Motohama: May I ask if you're delirious, Mister Rhys, or just very, /very/ bored?
Rhys Sebastian says in a comical tone. "How darest a liar come to me and speak of foul blasphemy!" He sat up very carefully, wagging his eye brows at Waku. "A paint wicked grin, filled with sin and despair." He waves his arms in the air like a bad cultist.
Rhys Sebastian: *painted
Waku Motohama puts on a new pair of gloves - freshly laundered, a cheap approximation of sanitation as she does her best not to spread disease from patient to patient - and begins assessing his condition. An eyebrow quirks at the display.
Waku Motohama: ...Please tell me you're not trying to offend me with that, Mister Rhys. You'll be sorely disappointed, given how you look like a crispy piece of summer-fried chicken.
Rhys Sebastian shrugs looking at her with a bit of disapointment. "Nothing? Damn." He mused. "Stop insulting me." He waggles his eye brows at Waku a silly smile. "Better a chicken, than false. Though, I know your trying. So adorable." He hugs himself a pouty face exagerated on his features.
Waku Motohama shoves an instrument in his mouth to take his temperature. "Are you trying to call me a coward? Aha!"
Rhys Sebastian places the device under his tongue and talks with it in, making him sound off. "Mmnno. I just. Hard to tawk." He giggled a little, as he waited for the thermometer to do its job.
Waku Motohama knows that Rhys has either entered a state of mania, is delirious with fever from infection, or is high as a kite off of something he found - actually, wait. 'Or' implies that it can't be all three at the same time. Still, she can't help but laugh a bit. "Just a moment now; we'll see just how far off-kilter you are, homeostatistically speaking.
Rhys Sebastian tries to poke Waku's face humming. "Mmmmnhmmmm hmm, myor, leek meeeeh widdle wizard."
Waku Motohama: I don't even know what you said, but I'm probably not going to do it.
Waku Motohama takes the thermometer out, checks it, notes something down, then pulls off her glove to take his pulse.
Rhys Sebastian temperature was a little warm but nothing serious. He grins as check his pulse. "I'm not that happy to see you. Don't get any wrong ideas.. though, I did see your little breakdown with Markus. It was heart wrenching, well before the eventual other melt downs." He played nice. "That is why I dislike that smile on your face right now, its a liar's smile. I'd know."
Waku Motohama: I apologize for disturbing your recuperation time with my... hmm. Display. You don't need any added stress on you while you heal, though I appreciate the concern. And... have you heard the theory that smiling can, in fact, boost your mood during time of stress? Think of it more like a 'band-aid' than a 'lie'. What good is it if I trudge about from place to place, moping about my woes? Pft.
Waku Motohama: Also, there's part of me that's hoping it's pissing off Mother Saeva. I eat, breathe, and guzzle spite.
Waku Motohama pulse her hand away. Writes something down.
Rhys Sebastian muses with a bit of excitement. "Now, now. Your not stressing me out at all. In fact I am not even gonna further harass you about it. I only want to say, if you need a sneaky place to let your guard down. No one comes one near me." He winks at her. "Though I do kind of miss the red coat."
Rhys Sebastian: *no one comes near me*
Waku Motohama glances up at him, her hand pausing after the downward stroke of a 1. "...I appreciate it," she says simply, before addressing the reindeer in the room. "It's ridiculous. I hate that is all the outerwear left on this ship that fits me. However, the thought that all of... yesterday happened while I had /pom poms/ on my chest makes it all seem a bit less dark."
Waku Motohama: I'll consider it.
Rhys Sebastian chuckles. "The purpose of the clown is to suffer for others entertainment. Maybe you should embrace the wildness of such outfits? I am certain your aware of your physical charm. I mean, I don't keep this eye liner on permanently to look edgy. It hides the dark rings under my eyes." He widens his eyes at her playfully.
Waku Motohama: I really do have to say, I appreciate the determined way you adhere to your aesthetic. Most people would think, "Oh no, I've been burned and am in searing agony - let's skip make up for today!" Speaking of.. how's the pain today?
Rhys Sebastian: "Searing, such is the price of dying. Though uh, its a particularly interesting sensation to be burned and cold at the same time." He hummed a slight, and snapped his fingers pointing at Waku. "A little pain killer wouldn't hurt, though uh. Don't you think its kind of a shame that you won't let me make any delicious stimulants? I mean, have you even slept yet?
Waku Motohama: "...Let's not mix our uppers and downers, shall we? I'll get you something to ease your suffering." She turns, but pauses before she goes to the counter and prepares a needle. "I did sleep. A little bit. It was a thoroughly unpleasant experience."
Rhys Sebastian: "Not for meeee. For you silly. I mean, yeah Kowa is a healer.. An ice cold one.. but a healer. You clearly don't want to sleep. She'd never give you anything that would actually keep you awake for a week."
Waku Motohama rests her hand on the edge of the curtain, taking a moment to stare at Rhys. "Hold on. I need to appreciate every single layer of this moment. Are you advising your current nurse to do drugs to deal with some light-addled witch mucking around in her brain?"
Rhys Sebastian waggles his eye brows. "Yeah, well you'd be surprised the mental endurance such things provide. Combat Stimulants exist for a reeeasssoonnn."
Waku Motohama: I mean... yes? You're technically right, but I fear the side-effects may make more unable to perform my duties than I currently am.
Waku Motohama disappears from the entrance to the room, the clink of bottles audible in the infirmary.
Rhys Sebastian: "Mmm, I mean. Lets flip the story right? Should a light addled nurse be walking around injecting chemicals with a witch in her head? Sounds pretty DANGerrOUS." Rhys sat up in his bed slowly. "Pretty funny right?"
Waku Motohama opens a cupboard. Grabs something. Closes it quietly and then calls, "Totally valid point! Except... we're a bit low on physicians at the moment, so... sorry~ I'm what you've got."
Waku Motohama returns, syringe in hand. "May as well not make it worse, aye?"
Rhys Sebastian nods at Waku slowly narrowing his eyes sagely. "Then you just answered your own question. Having a exhausted mentally deranged nurse running around, would be less useful than a energetic mentally deranged nurse. I mean, makes sense to me." He lows the blanket from his shoulder providing his arm.
Waku Motohama instructs, "Make a fist!" before looking for a proper vein. "I'd counter that by saying the mental derangements provided by stimulant abuse would provide worse symptoms than exhaustion. Paranoia is a common side-effect of many drugs in that class, and oh boy, do I /not/ need any help on that front. Already keep wondering if my friends secretly hate me and want me dead."
Rhys Sebastian makes a fist a few times trying to pump his arm a bit. "Sure Sure! Though, when is the last time Waku did something for herself hm?" He started making spooky alien noises.
Waku Motohama: Crying on my knight for an hour instead of toughing it out doesn't count?
Waku Motohama inserts the needle. Checks the angle, presses lightly on the vein, then applies pressure to the plunger.
Rhys Sebastian: "Was it something.. ooooowooo. thatsa.. thats a warm rush.. Hrm, hrm. I mean, did you wake up that morning before the event and say to yourself  *in a very bad female sorta wakuish voice* "OH, I should ugly cry in father skypirates arms." "It was more a necessity of circumstance. I said you were like me, you bottle everything up. I mean can't take your smile right? But I have wisdom you do not.. Repeat after meee. "A happy a day, keeps the sad away." He nods at her.
Waku Motohama thinks over this. "A happy a day keeps the smile away, huh? You know - there's logic to that. After this, I am going to track down a cheesecake - regardless of the time cost or resource commitment - and eat a giant portion of it." Waku beams at the thought. She is a simple woman who loves highly sugarly foods. "Thanks, Mister Rhys."
Rhys Sebastian: "Yeah, Mister is not really my style." He crunches his face a little and lays down slowly on the bed. "See, something useful came out of this. Glad to be of service."
Waku Motohama laughs. "It's mine, though! So I'll force you to endure." She sets the needle aside, then sets to changing the terribly-done bandages and applying a topical cream to the mangled portions of his skin. "...You know, I don't /really/ hate dressing a bit goofily. I once put on a maid outfit to help things sell at a bake sale. It's just... already a bit hard for people to take me seriously, because of my personality and my appearance."
Waku Motohama: ...And I'd... like people to respect my abilities, at least here.
Rhys Sebastian nods at Waku. "I think your thinking a little limited. Y'see, being disarming is one of the best tools of any dangerous trade. I mean, this is dangerous trade." Rhys looks at his burns and then her head for dramatic effect. "If anything, I say you should dress like that more often. Particularly infront of your enemies. Its bold, and they will either think your weak, or very very scary. What do you specialize in? I mean, you said not a nurse."
Waku Motohama: Investigations. I do that sort of anything! Like - get this, you'll think it's a holler, when I was investigating Fallax and the Swords of Salvation, my cover story was that it was for a friend's romance novel. I'm perfectly able to abuse my looks and happy-go-lucky demeanor to trick perps and people in the field, but... here? I'd like the people here to have a different impression of me, I guess. One that I'm afraid dressing like that would... tarnish.

Rhys Sebastian thinks a moment as his body starts to relax from the drug, his vocie slurring just a tiny bit. "Have you ever seen or spoken to a true master of any trade?" Rhys looked at her seriously.
Waku Motohama pauses in the middle of changing a bandage. "...Eh? I mean, I've consulted plenty of experts for work, but..."
Rhys Sebastian shakes his hands above him like he was opening something. "It is almost like a universal law. The better is at something, usually the more unlikely they appear. Some are dirty and dingy, or others eccentric or flat out insane, but no one denies their brilliance." Rhys nibbled on his lip a bit. "As someone has who absolutely no respect from anyone, its fairly obvious to me that to earn respect as a moderate player in the game. You lie, falsify and execute. To be a master? You do what the hell
Rhys Sebastian: you want."
Rhys Sebastian: *The better someone is
Waku Motohama experiences, as Kowa would call it, a Face Journey. There is the shift in her smile, of it turning into fake, frozen glass, of her eyebrows shifting into thought, then sadness, and as the smile drops into a sigh, Waku Motohama looks truly exhausted. "...Maybe I'm not good enough. Maybe I'm too weak. But practically, I - I can't do 'whatever the hell I want', because I am small, and I look girlish, and even now - despite being welcomed here so warmly - I can't help but think..."
Waku Motohama: "Ah, any one of these people - if they thought I was nothing but a small fool - could lock me in a room and hurt me very badly."
Rhys Sebastian motions to himself.
Rhys Sebastian motions to himself.
Rhys Sebastian thought on her words a moment. "I mean, what are you actually trying to achieve? Do you want to be able to hurt people? Overpower people? Have a penis? I mean, whats your goal?" It sounded rediculous, but Rhys was absolutely serious.
Rhys Sebastian plays dead for Fionna Kisne.
Waku Motohama chuckles, though it's a bit hollow - like she's laughing at herself. "It's so starry-eyed, my goal. I can barely even call it a goal, because there's a part of my brain that thinks its idealistic codswallop. But that's also the part of me that Saeva is using to torment me, and I've been fighting it for much of my life. My goal is this - I just... want to find a place with people I can freely be Waku Motohama without being afraid of repercussions. And I think that's why I'm here, instead -
Waku Motohama: Of still being in Ul'dah, trying to make things work with the Blades. I want to learn. I don't know how to find that goal, so I want to learn everything I can from the people around me, because one day, if I learn enough, I'll figure out how to find my way to that place.
Rhys Sebastian chuckles gently. "I mean, your talking to a man who blew himself up to end his life for the sake of symbolism. People need romantic ideas, but for you.. Maybe you should start by.. eating a piece of cheese cake? Eat it infront of the people you want to feel comfortable around?" Rhys eyes wandered a bit. "Gotta start somewhere, and I sure as hell didn't become the aMAzIng person I am today overnight. It took a lot of practice to always seem harmless and beligerent."
Waku Motohama smiles at him, an honest, warm expression. Waku Motohama's cheer isn't always a lie plastered over aches and exhaustion. Sometimes its this - her showing that despite everything, she's a simple-minded dork. "That sounds like a great plan."
Rhys Sebastian: "Simple clever, thats me." He took a deep breath. "Good to see you not bullshitting me. I mean, I am the king of bullshit. One of these days you will see my glorious art in action. You will think 'Wow, Rhys is a useful idiot." Then you will think back to this exact moment. You'll seeee."
Waku Motohama: Hm? I don't think you're useless right now, though. You're clearly quite clever and inventive - I've seen your armaments and your fire-spewing machinery. Can I assume that you build the bomb you used to become a living firework as well?
Rhys Sebastian: "Nope. No idea how to build that stuff, I just buy it and know how to use it. That little gimmick I did with the explosion? That was called being really stupid. A little accident I picked up during the Dragon Song war. Speaking of which, I need at some point crawl my ass back to Stephinivien and beg for another toolset, or maybe I can convince the knights to buy me one. You don't think im useless, because I havent had the opportunity to piss you off yet."
Rhys Sebastian: -- one more thing
Waku Motohama: Mmm?
Rhys Sebastian: "Which, really is a failure on my part. I always actively keep people away. People are always blind unto themselves after all. Its always good to have a jester like me around."
Waku Motohama taps her cheek. "Well, I still think knowing how to use guns and such is an asset, and believe me, I would never have been able to stand working with any law enforcement organization in Eorzea if I was easy to anger and under the delusion that 'frustrating' equals 'useless'. Being honest, you're not even that frustrating, though I do have some constructive criticisms when it comes to your methods at times."
Rhys Sebastian: "I'd be glad to hear them when I'm not drooling on myself. I do fully expect to see you with a cheese cake at some point though. You'd not tempt me with an opportunity for dramatic irony no?" HONHONHONHON a terrible and fake laugh.
Waku Motohama: They involve flamethrowers and marshmallows, so I think you'll be quite keen on them, and I'll get to work on that cheesecake plan once I'm done tending to you.
Rhys Sebastian: "I'm tended. I think actually it is my bed time, this stuff is reallly starting to kick in. Starting to slur a little too mush." He closed his eyes heavily and opened them again. "Don't go ruining my game by telling everyone im nice or something. I'm no---sleepy good night."
Rhys Sebastian is PASSEd the fuck out.
Waku Motohama: I'd never dare tell. Sleep well, Mister Rhys. Rest up, and I'll check on you later.
Waku Motohama makes a few notes, glances at Rhys, and walks out of the room with a smile on her face.