User:NekoRex/House7

Koishi_Komeiji enters the house, still dragging the witch along. She closes the door behind her. Her hold on Marisa_Kirisame 's subconscious continues, but she does stop to ask, "Marisa, where did you keep the happy stew?" Marisa_Kirisame>	"I-i-it's in the s-s-s-storeroom." Koishi_Komeiji quickly heads for the storeroom, grabbing one of the large jars that contained the familiar purple substance, a little on the violet side now that it had cooled down. She promptly leaves for the cauldron, pouring their contents before heating them up to a warmer temperature. >Ambiance<>	The storeroom is a medium-sized room with shelves lining all the walls, stacked up to the ceiling and packed in messes of jars and baskets and boxes of things, most everything stuff only Marisa would know Koishi_Komeiji briefly returns to Marisa, watching her with a worried expression. Koishi_Komeiji realises there is no concievable way to heat the cauldron and, with a frown, poured its contents back onto the jar. It would have to be served cold, whether the witch liked it or not. Marisa_Kirisame is breathing fast, shallow breaths, still having to recover from the fright and the fight, regardless of what she's being forced to think. Her dress is also torn at the bottom and on her chest. She's still got a trio of cuts on the right side of her head and on her chest, the latter bleeding more. She still clutches her mini-hakkero with the spellcard still readied... probably not a good thing. Koishi_Komeiji returns to Marisa, watching her with a worried expression. She brings a wooden spoon along and, after filling it to the brim with cold, but delicious stew, she offers it to Marisa. Koishi_Komeiji>	"Drink, you'll be better." Marisa_Kirisame takes it and slowly downs it, saying "I d-don't feel so hot..." Koishi_Komeiji>	"You'll be better," Koishi repeats firmly. Koishi_Komeiji, for good measure, dips the spoon into the viscous mixture again and feeds the witch another spoonful. She would do this until the witch stops trembling and cheers up. Marisa_Kirisame drinks a few large spoonfulls of stew, and seems to calm down very quickly, her fear turning into a more dopey look. Marisa_Kirisame>	"I feel... great...." Koishi_Komeiji smiles at that, and stows away the stew, which seems to give a lazy, but satisfied bubbling sound. Koishi_Komeiji releases Marisa at the same time, moving off to stow away the jar and spoon. Koishi_Komeiji>	((And now you'll be tossed into a world of euphoria, with your vision a little warped and coloured.)) Marisa_Kirisame gets up after about a few seconds, and once again announces, "I feel great!" before taking a single step and crumpling over to the ground, clutching her chest, which is still bleeding, unsurprisingly. "Still great!" she says, muffled now. Her face is getting pale, and her dress is picking up a red hue. Koishi_Komeiji>	((You also may or may not see dancing alpacas.)) Koishi_Komeiji>	"Aiya..." Koishi_Komeiji comes back to see Marisa on the floor, and quickly rights the witch back up. Koishi_Komeiji>	"I guess i really need to bring you to the doctor...huh?" Koishi_Komeiji looks a little troubled. She has no experience with treating wounds, and so does not know how serious the cuts were. Marisa_Kirisame doesn't seem to respond. She's happy now. Marisa_Kirisame tries to get up again, but can't manage to muster the energy. Her mini-hakkero has powered down by now, however. When she plops back down on the ground, a tiny, flat glass jar falls out of a torn pocket. Koishi_Komeiji>	"Nn?" Koishi_Komeiji picks up the glass jar, giving it a long, hard look. >Ambiance<>	It's full of brown paste of some kind. The lid is labeled with pink heart over a scribbled out red star shape, in no way a thinly veiled refrence by the author to the life bars of the touhou games. Koishi_Komeiji>	((Pffthahaha)) Koishi_Komeiji stares at it even harder, before giving a quick shrug. She rights Marisa_Kirisame up before dipping her hand into the paste, applying it straight to the witch's wounds, starting with the chest. >Ambiance<>	As soon as the paste is applied, the wounds seem to cut down on bleeding very quickly, blood quickly mixing in with the brown paste. Koishi_Komeiji>	"Hm hm." >Ambiance<>	Marisa looks like she'll live after a few minutes, although the wounds probably need wrapped. Koishi_Komeiji relaxes somewhat, knowing she wouldn't have to go to the trouble of bringing Marisa to some doctor. She hurries back to the storeroom, hoping to find a clean roll of cloth or some equivalent for wrapping. She comes back with a roll of them, remarking how strangely convenient it is to find things despite the relative messiness of the place. Koishi_Komeiji finishes wrapping up Marisa_Kirisame 's wounds the best she could and, bringing the doped witch up with her rose stalks, plopped her right onto the hammock. Marisa_Kirisame continues to babble about stars or something, but she looks very tired, so it's not long before she's asleep anyway. Koishi_Komeiji watches over Marisa_Kirisame, content to sit beside the witch till dawn.