[Alright, admittedly, after this little predicament happens and he gets his half-witted ass injured, he calls Gwen almost immediately. Not because he's calling to tell her of the danger, no — but calling her to let her know not to panic if she has had her spiders lingering near without his knowledge.
He's fairly sure he's shaken them all out of his hair, but... he would not be surprised if they still tailed him regardless. Alright. He must approach this carefully... in case they aren't around him, and he's alerting her to something that is really not 'a big deal', as kid his age say.]
Gwendolyn, have your spiders been following me today?
[Either Gwen has gotten panicked intel from her spiders and she's already freaked out or this is coming out of left field. Either way — insert angel emoticon here? He's done nothing wrong, he never does anything wrong, he's a perfectly well-behaved monk boy.]
[ gwen, of course, is already on high alert. the spiders know not to hang out in his hair anymore, duh, but they sure know how easy it is to become a small patch on his robes. that's easy. they barely have to try. so gwen's already on alert, because last time this happened, diarmuid was on his deathbed. so. but.
that doesn't mean she actually knows where he is. so when she gets a text not too long after her spider-sense flares in the back of her mind, she feels her stomach do that heavy flip-flop of fear it does way more here than it ever did back at home. but okay. okay, okay, he's texting her. so he can't really be in imminent danger, right?
or the danger's already passed, and he needs help. ]
are you hurt? i'll follow your lead on this one, di. i'm here if you need a hand, just say the word.
[ wow her hands are shaking as she says that. not good, not good. her spider-sense knows something not good is happening. but she doesn't want him to think she doesn't trust him. damn. ]
[ clean and bind his wound. it's bad enough that it needs to be- okay. okay, okay. she takes a few deep breaths before she clicks on her audio, tries hard to hide the panic in her voice ]
Don't feel bad for doing what's right. Supplies can always be replaced. [ unlike you. ah. but death doesn't seem to matter here, does it? still. that's where her head is at. ] Try to put pressure on it, if you can. It might hurt, but it'll slow the- [ oof, gwennie, chill ] It'll slow the bleeding.
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He's fairly sure he's shaken them all out of his hair, but... he would not be surprised if they still tailed him regardless. Alright. He must approach this carefully... in case they aren't around him, and he's alerting her to something that is really not 'a big deal', as kid his age say.]
Gwendolyn, have your spiders been following me today?
[Either Gwen has gotten panicked intel from her spiders and she's already freaked out or this is coming out of left field. Either way — insert angel emoticon here? He's done nothing wrong, he never does anything wrong, he's a perfectly well-behaved monk boy.]
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[ gwen, of course, is already on high alert. the spiders know not to hang out in his hair anymore, duh, but they sure know how easy it is to become a small patch on his robes. that's easy. they barely have to try. so gwen's already on alert, because last time this happened, diarmuid was on his deathbed. so. but.
that doesn't mean she actually knows where he is. so when she gets a text not too long after her spider-sense flares in the back of her mind, she feels her stomach do that heavy flip-flop of fear it does way more here than it ever did back at home. but okay. okay, okay, he's texting her. so he can't really be in imminent danger, right?
or the danger's already passed, and he needs help. ]
are you hurt?
i'll follow your lead on this one, di.
i'm here if you need a hand, just say the word.
[ wow her hands are shaking as she says that. not good, not good. her spider-sense knows something not good is happening. but she doesn't want him to think she doesn't trust him. damn. ]
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So he switches to voice, which is a bit breathless but at least firm and healthy.]
I’m alright — I’ll be alright! I was hurt trying to keep apart some people who were under the town’s influence.
Sir Deadpool is on his way to help clean and bind my wound; it just —hurts something fierce.
... Some of the supplies were broken in the scuffle. I feel terribly for it.
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Don't feel bad for doing what's right. Supplies can always be replaced. [ unlike you. ah. but death doesn't seem to matter here, does it? still. that's where her head is at. ] Try to put pressure on it, if you can. It might hurt, but it'll slow the- [ oof, gwennie, chill ] It'll slow the bleeding.
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[His voice is a bit more strained when he says:]
... I'm not sure who they were.
[If anyone asks, you tripped and fell.]
I think they were under the town's influence — or so I hope.
It's... nothing you need worry over.
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[ she doesn't sound too beat up about it, though. the affection is there. ]
If-- Deadpool isn't there in two minutes, you need to tell me. But I'll stay on the phone with you until he gets there, okay?
Where are you, is there anyone else around?
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[He smiles a little. Maybe more a wince than a smile, but there's a bit there.]
I'm at the market, with some of the employees; I feel terribly for the broken glass on the floor, though...
[And blood. The blood is a thing.
Does he sound like he may try to clean up the aisle while bleeding?
Because that's ridiculous!
... But it crossed his mind, temporarily.]