#honestly it would make sense if someone’s mental condition flares up due to death

[willowways]

I hate a “starving kids in Africa” ass bitch

[shadow-and-quill]

.:RP: Boiling Point:.

Characters: Percival Natori (male Raen), S’buroh Ikato (male mixed miqo’te), X’sehya Tia (male mixed miqo’te), Ritsuka Aoki (male Keeper)

Origin Date: 11 Oct 2019

Previous Developments: Ritsuka and Percival had had a run-in with the drug cartel Biming had them investigate...leading to a very awkward situation. Now both are quite grumpy with drug hangovers.

Current Scenario: S’buroh, X’sehya, and Percival are having ‘man’ talk over drinks when Perci makes a bet that he’ll eventually bed Ritsuka. Boys being boys, conditions of the consummation of the bet come up and, unfortunately, that is when Ritsuka happens to be coming downstairs...

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Perhaps the alcohol tinged the dancer's awareness to a certain OTHER cat lingering at the top of the bottom flight of stairs, most definitely in earshot judging by the look on his face.

Percival Natori considers this before drinking. "Who bloody knows..." He grumbles then. Yep even the mention of things put his brain right back to that spot, and he was trying /not/ to think about it.

"You can't just offer up a bet and back out like that! I need some fun around here. I'm bored," X’sehya crowed.

S'buroh Ikato sighed, finishing off his drink- he was... buzzed, for sure, and his control slipped slightly. "Ye'd 'ave t'pull th'stick out 'is arse first," he muttered, then shook his head. No one heard that, right?

X'sehya Tia cackles. "That just means he's all ready, eh?"

S'buroh Ikato gaped, face turning bright red. "Wh- y-ye didn' h-hear anythin!!"

Percival Natori snorts and lets out a laugh. Though he stills and goes quiet a moment. The raen shifting his posture so an elbow rests on knee and cheek into his hand. The other leg down on the floor. The long fat tail just thumping against the ground. "There'd be nothing interesting if he was that simple." The raen admitted then. "Hai...we all 'ave reasons for turning out the way we did. But that aside, I think it's reasonable to work up the ladder, eh, goldy?"

X'sehya Tia has big ol Keeper ears too! "Working up to something," he cackles. But he stops mid-sip as that icy presence is suddenly known. Oh shit. Indeed Ritsuka is walking down the stairs, each step quiet but not disguising his presence, no.

S'buroh Ikato stiffened, tail going ramrod straight as the fur flared up and he snapped his head around, eyes wide. O-oh... ".....I-I-I sh-shoul' g-get back to th-the chocobos," he said quickly, attempting to dart past Ritsuka. Run, kitty, run!

Percival Natori looks up. 'Ah...by the icy hells of the Fury...' His brain goes. "Well if it isn't the prettiest gem of the shrine."

X'sehya Tia knows better than to run. He just sits very still. A good thing because Ritsuka reaches out to rest a hand on Sabs's shoulder to stop him from dashing by. "Did I miss a meeting of some sort? I feel as if I'm supposed to be here," is Ritsuka's dry tone.

S'buroh Ikato squeaked, stopped dead in his tracks- and he lets out a small whine, ears and tail lowering. With how oversized his ears were, he very much looked like a child that knew they were going to be scolded.

"Just some drinks, you should join us!" said Percival.

Ritsuka doesn't budge, nor does that hand on the other cat's shoulder. "No." Simply said to Perci. Then those eyes shift to Sehya, who remains still with back to the other, and then to Sabs. "I expected better of you to indulge in such vulgar talk."

S'buroh Ikato's ears flattened against his skull and he lowered his head, looking away at the wall. O-ouch... "...M'sorry," he mumbled. No excuses, not from this buzzed catte.

Percival Natori snorts. "It's fine to let loose, Murasaki-Suisho!" He called from his sitting place. That chin on that knee and tail curled. "Goodness knows he looks stressed and could use it."

The Keeper lets go at that if Sabs chooses to leave. Honestly he couldn't hold much against that one from what he'd overheard. "And I assure you that there is no 'stick up my arse.'" Parting words as he took the last few stairs. "Don't you have gardening duties today, X'sehya?"

"Saika-chan took them," he responded, naming a woman he'd wooed to do so.

S'buroh Ikato squeaked, looking back. Oh damn it, he'd heard that too. "A-ah..." A pause. "...S-Saika-chan...?" He'd never heard of them. Were they a new person?

Percival Natori lifts his glass to drink it. Ah. The sense of inevitable doom. Maybe if he finished this glass it would tone down a little.

Ritsuka tch'd at the dancer shirking his duties to another. It was a rather regular occurrence. Not that Ritsuka could be too angry as long as things got done. "She is one of our employees." Nothing more added. "Natori-san."

"Hmmn?" He doesn't move any further than that. Still drinking down the last of the glass. Bloody why didn't he bring the whole bottle?

X'sehya Tia pushed the remainder of his drink over. Camaraderie needed.

Percival Natori goes to place that glass and reach for the other. "Yes, Murasaki-Suisho?" He inquired as he did so. Yes. Please. Let him have this one too. It would be a mercy. So would death, but he imagined he wanted a little longer to see -that- particular sight again.

Ritsuka just glared at that nickname. "I cannot say I approve of you sitting about and drinking yourself into a stupor when you have contractual duties to fulfill."

S'buroh Ikato blinked, watching the scene play out. O-oh dear... he probably /should/ leave, but now he was just stuck watching, like a carriage wreck.

"Are you telling me you're worried for my well being, and liver, Murasaki-Suisho?" He used the nickname regardless. A grin playing up on his lips now. "Just dressing it up with 'contractual duties.'"

X'sehya Tia winced. Well, blue or not, this lizard had balls.

"I couldn't care less,” said Ritsuka tersely. “If you die of alcohol poisoning or by bungling your contracted job, it matters not. All that changes is one line on my paperwork. So which will it be?"

"So cold." Percival shivered. The tail curling close as if it would help. "Perhaps if you gave me cause to live, I'd think twice of dying of drink or someone else's blade."

X'sehya Tia didn't like being in the middle here, nope. But moving wouldn't be good either. So he just covered his face, mouthing 'just stop' to the Raen.

S'buroh Ikato cleared his throat, muttering a goodbye and turning to walk up the stairs- then stopping. "Ah- Sehya, I coul' use some 'elp liftin' some heavy stuff fer th'bos, if y'could? M'wrist's still recoverin' an' all." Convenient out for the dancer catte.

Ritsuka's aura was quite icy about that. Enforcing his mood was the fact that that fan had come out, opened and covering his lower face. "You're insufferable. Ineffective. A drain on resources. And your personality is miserable. I want nothing to do with you. However, unlike you, I have my duties to execute. And that is to report your progress to my employer. Do something worth reporting."

X'sehya Tia 's ears are back a bit and he takes Sabs's invite, scooting out of eyesight and heading for the stairs.

S'buroh Ikato quickly scoots up the stairs with Sehya. ES-CAH-PAY.

"I am not the one who refused me at their door when I did have something to report." Percival pointed out. Those green eyes meeting that icy glare without a lick of fear. "But you can freely go ahead and think me ineffective."

"Well forgive me when a good 99% of the blather that comes from your mouth consists of empty flirtations and crude comments. It makes my hearing rather selective when I hear your voice. I have more important things to focus on." Oh his mood was just as foul as Perci's, much due to the same cause though not quite the same mentalities. Stupid drugs. His head pounded.

Percival Natori moved to stand up. The glass being picked up as he moved, and walked right towards Ritsuka. That tail going side to side. "A pity I pay attention to every cut and facet, while you only look at the over all piece." The raen said. "Get out of my way and let me sleep this headache off since you clearly won't allow me to drink in peace."

He did not move, stubborn and prideful in moments like this. "Are you so inept to walk around? Or is your mind so alcohol-addled that you can't walk about me without wobbling like some fool?"

A brow ticked at that. The long tail - which would drag on the floor if he didn't naturally lift it to walk - ticking to one side. A hand already moving to reach forward, right towards that fan. "How hard is it to live like you do? Not giving an ilm about anything but papers and reports? Must be nice to be so frigid that the world can't touch you, and you can't see it clearly for what it is."

He was quick to yank the fan away, his speed on show in the sharp movement even if his eyes pounded in his skull. "And how nice it must be to drift through life like shite in a gutter," was the near-yowl of a retort. His patience was quite low since that brush with the Sweet Flower.

That statement seemed to set something off. The look on that face making that snap audible. "Whatever in the hells do you know?!" If that fan was missed, then the raen went to grab the front of that kimono then instead. The dark green limbals of those eyes flaring to life, like dark jades being struck by sunlight. Even his breathing became stressed, heart thumping within horns and tail striking the ground with the motion.

The Keeper /did/ yowl at that, eyes a dark violet instead of light lavender, ears pressed back. There was none of the calm diplomat at that. Instinct struck and the fan was raised to whap at Perci's face as a distraction, impaling on the Auri man’s horn. Claws dug into the Raen’s arm as he went to toss the larger man over his shoulder.

The strike of the fan caught him off-guard in his fury. It was like something from the past came rushing back, and before he could react the world was moving before he knew better. Percival ending up on his back on the ground, staring up at the ceiling. "Bloody fucking high class pieces of shite thinking you can look down on everyone and use us as ye fucking well like." He's spitting at the words despite the spin in his head. Yeah. That had certainly struck the boards too.

Despite that the situation is over, that the enemy was subdued which should lead to Ritsuka taking the higher moral ground...he didn't revert back to that composed demeanor. If anything, he seemed even /more/ angry. A boot, only worn today due to business outside the city, pressed against Perci's neck, fists clenched at his sides. "If you have all this godsdamned anger towards others, show them up by acting with /some/ grace. I know that's a foreign concept to you," he hissed. "But huffing around and drinking and being an idiot only proves them right."

There was a wince at the pressure of the boot. The raen growling beneath the presence of the miqo'te that was -much- smaller than him. "Oh? And what makes you so smart in such things to give me this lecture?!" There was the thought to reach back and grab him, to throw the miqo'te off but...but...Percival had no nerve to harm the miqo'te. Even if he had grabbed him earlier he wouldn't have. Everytime he made contact it was never with an intent to harm him at least.

"Look at me. I'm a miqo'te in Hingashi. What do you think I had to deal with?" Oh there was so much more but he still had enough control over his tongue to hold that back. He removed his boot, taking a few steps back. One hand went to brush some hair back that fell loose from its tie. "Go sleep off your drink so you can be of use to me again."

Percival Natori moved to push himself up to his feet. The fucking drink was gone now, and he knew he had not a thing in his room. The raen grabbing the stair near him to push himself up to his feet. A look towards Ritsuka again. "Whatever it was I can at least be assed to see it's scars. Not so drunk I'm blind like you." A step and the pain shot right up his leg. The ankle twisted. Fuck. "I'm going. Fucking twelve know I wish I bloody could be." And with that he starts limping his way up the stairs, using the banister on the way.

Ritsuka held back any retort. He'd already slipped up enough over the last few moments. Enough was enough. He didn't move, posture straightening back to normal, deep breaths. A hand brushed over his clothes to settle them in place. ...a minor annoyance. He had things to do.

Percival Natori just kept going. The raen mumbling and growling to himself the whole way he went.

[endowarrior877]

Endometriosis in the eyes of the beholder.

What is it really like living with endometriosis, a chronic illness? I'm sure the question comes up from time to time, not! Still unless you're living with a chronic illness it's hard to image some of the things us spoonies go through behind closed doors. I've even heard some folks say people with chronic illnesses have it so easy because we can't work and just sit watching crappy day time tele festering away being supported by our government. No, living with a chronic illness isn't a life long holiday whilst being supported by benefits. Instead it's a constant fight and one that costs me in time, money, energy, blood, sweat, tears and pain. It's a constant fight to have a relatively pain free life and a constant fight to not have to take several different medications several times a day. It's the constant fight to be there for appointments and then have to sit and listen to a doctor tell you that "your hot water bottle is the best thing for you, and you just need to get used to the pain and learn how to cope". Yes I was told that today at my appointment for the pain clinic. Smh. It's the constant fight of letting family, friends and sometimes your self down when you've had to cancel yet another plan. It's having to drag your partner away from his brothers wedding because the pain is now to much and i need to go home.

That particular pain and sickness flare would last a constant 72 hours and was probably the only time i could ever say I've felt like I've really had a mental break down. I eventually went to the hospital after the third day of constant pain and throwing up, then got sent home 'by accident' because there wasn't much they could do. Only to go home jump back into bed feeling so weak I was even hallucinating then comes a police van with 1 female officer turning up at my house to pick me up and take me back to the hospital immediately because my blood work came back very bad and my kidneys were shutting down as a result of being so ill the last 3 days. The hospital couldn't get in contact with me directly and as it was literally a matter of life or death they had to get the police to find me. Scary stuff right! I had to be readmitted and kept on a drip constantly for a few days because of how sick I got. It was mortifying and I felt like people were staring as I was being escorted back in to the ER with a police officer. It must have looked like I was some kind of criminal. I wasn't though, just very very sick. It was very scary and one of the most painful flares I've ever had and what made things worse was how scared I was to go to the hospital in the first place because normally they just say there isn't anything they can do and send me home. Another problem people with chronic illnesses have to deal with is having to persuade some doctors that there is something really wrong and you're not just there for a score of drugs or that you're not just being a big baby because of your period. At that point the strongest thing in pain relief being given to me was dihydrocodeine and that didn't do anything for the pain and would just add to the sickness because i would be taking the maximum dose to try and get some relief. During those 3 days of being in constant level 9-10 pain i honestly wished I was dead so many times as the hours passed and the pain stayed. Nothing helped and the pain just roared. It was so upsetting, it was brutal. I didn't sleep for being in so much pain and I was exhausted by the time I went to hospital. It felt like world war 3 was happening in my womb and outer areas. I couldn't eat or drink either which resulted in me being so ill and being so dehydrated and malnourished.

Yup, being chronically ill is not as glamorous as we'd all like it to be and you certainly learn some new life skills when the bomb is dropped and life sticks a label on you that won't go away. In reality being chronically ill and more specifically having endometriosis means that for me, I have to plan carefully even the smallest of trips. I need to take into account my medications and anything else that comes in handy during a flare. It means that I have to carry a boiling hot water bottle around even when I'm out running errands or taking the kids to the park. Being chronically ill means saying no to my favorite foods because somewhere along it's journey from my mouth to the other end it causes some kind of sickness wave or pain attack. Having endometriosis is saying no to getting intimate with the love of my life because the pain is unreal and I can't afford to be so sore the next day. I can't keep calling hubby back from work. Canceling social events and family gatherings are a constant happening and making sure if I am away from the house over night I have access to a bath incase I have a bad flare is a stupid embarrassing must. Its choosing to not even have that one drink no matter what the occasion is because the consequences are not worth it. It's a constant battle of fighting different emotions and feelings; some days are okay and some days are the worst, there isn't many good days and even less great days. It's having to get used to a new body affected by not being able to eat, marked with heat rashes and scars from surgeries. Trying to stay positive when everything around you is sore and hurting is not an easy task. People have referred to endometriosis pains as similar to having a baby, gallbladder stones, kidney stones and appendicitis. I haven't personally suffered anything apart from child birth but I can safely say the pains are sometimes actually worse than labour.

In today's world people with invisible chronic illnesses are not taken seriously by people that we really need to be on our side. We need the support of all doctors and not just top endometriosis specialists that we have to travel hundreds or thousands of miles to see. Unfortunately endometriosis is still treated with methods that were used a 100 years ago. How many other diseases and illnesses are still being treated without of date methods? Not very many. It's one of the only diseases that hasn't moved on with the times. If we had access to better more appropriate care then i bet your bottom dollar you'd see a lot less a&e visits from people with endometriosis too. It's not enough that this disease causes the most debilitating pain a human could ever experience whilst bleeding for god knows how long, but having half the world not really understand what endometriosis really does to a woman and then when we do try and seek professional help because we are so desperate it just feels like a hopeless fight where we are told it's in our head or try bandaid treatment. That's the full package with endometriosis and unless you're rich with a private jet able to pay top dollar to see someone super skilled and fast, there is at the moment a long wait to access care which is resulting in many woman like myself being left in daily debilitating pain.

For anyone newly diagnosed with endometriosis I kind of think my advice would be get ready to fight. Get ready to fight and get yourself educated. Learn about this condition inside out, the good and bad for everything. Your knowledge will save you many unnecessary treatments and will help you search out a surgeon that will be able to help you over time. Remember this is never going to be an overnight fix no matter how skilled your surgeon is. Endometriosis requires the most knowledgeable of doctors and there needs to be more of these people in our local hospitals where everyone can access them and there is more focus on surgical treatments instead of bandaid hormone treatments. There needs to be more awareness all around the world which I think is slowly starting to happen. Aside from all the actual physical symptoms we feel typical to having endo there is a lot more to just having this disease and it's not just about really sore periods. I'm still a firm believer that endometriosis can be treated brilliantly by laparoscopic procedure alone but the key is to finding that magic surgeon. Endometriosis doesn't grow back so it makes sense that removing the 'bad bits' will take away the pain. I'm part of a very good endometriosis resource Facebook page and the amount of woman who are pain free after 1-2 surgeries max is incredible and it gives me so much hope and just because of who they chose to handle their care. I unknowingly made the mistake of moving to the middle of nowhere and then learned about this list of top endometriosis specialists and now the closest to me is the U.K or Germany. Bad timing on my part! I have a good feeling about a Dutch specialist I was recommended to by my FIL's friend who had very bad endometriosis. Funnily enough she started out with the specialist I've just been seeing and had the same issues so asked for a second opinion with a different specialist and agreed to do surgery and found lots. They removed it all and now she's living a great life so I would like to see this doctor and speak with her before i make any rash decisions to rush to Germany in the near future. If she is as good as I hope then maybe she could be added to the list and help others find a good specialist. After asking for a second opinion of my recent MRI results I've asked to be referred to this other Dutch specialist and that should be the ball rolling again and some kind of pain free life will be more realistic. I'm staying positive and hopeful about this one but we will see in due course as ever. This will be my 3rd specialist so hopefully the saying third time lucky will come into play!

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