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factorialsotherfandoms · 10 days

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Mild spoilers up to end of opd7, I'm making up backstory! This fic would be set around about the time of AOP, but the other side of the city.

Johnny is two stacks deep into stolen and useless paperwork when he realises that he is hungry. Checking his watch he finds it a bit after four in the afternoon. With a yawn he stretches and - and, fuck, right, no stretching.

A spike of pain shifts through his chest, radiating from the stab wound on his side. It’s exactly for that reason he is doing paperwork and not leaving it to his partner. Maybe he should, though? They met three weeks ago and dumped on this undercover mission, and Johnny isn’t quite sure what the fuck he’s done since. Pulled some documents off a computer, stolen paperwork while Johnny distracts whomever is there, dug out coordinates from the internet to find them the target even… Little that could neither be done from home or by Johnny himself.

And, Johnny is sort of aware that he is being disingenuous - he knows he couldn’t have nor decode the files to actually find the coordinates, gotten that computer working, nor trick the security system into letting them inside, but, fuck, he thinks he deserves it. He knows, he knows it isn’t Rubens’ fault that his training is insufficient, or that his response to someone pulling a knife was to completely forget his gun and freeze up at the first sign of danger - that is, again, a nobody bothered to practice with him problem - but, fuck, even running would have been more useful.

One run in with a cultist, just one, and two weeks of trying to convince Rubens to look Johnny in the eye was lost to the younger man locking himself in his room.

Not that that is the biggest issue - of course it isn’t. The biggest issue is the glaring stab wound in Johnny’s side, him having pushed himself between the blade and Rubens’ lungs.

Sure, Johnny is supposed to be helping him with the gaps in his skills, but fuck, it’s hard when Rubens won’t speak to him, eyes Johnny nervously every time they’re in the same room, and hides himself in his room over coming to the living room where Johnny can tell him things - if Sam hadn’t asked quite so nicely that Johnny keep an eye on them, he might just have let him get stabbed.

He wouldn’t, he’d never just let someone get stabbed - but, again, Johnny thinks he deserves to be a bit pissy right now.

The fact that the behaviour reminds him of some of the kids he grew up with? It doesn’t help much either. He was never much good at making them feel comfortable either.

Slowly he gets up, and keeps his torso carefully still as he goes to the kitchen. He absolutely missed lunch, and there’s still a while before dinner. He cannot reach all of the shelves without bending - standing was enough of a concession from the doctor Rubens had dragged him to, let alone bending - but there are a few.

Fridge is entirely empty, the first cupboard only has a bag of pasta… It’s enough pasta to finish out the week, but then they’ll need more shopping.

The next cupboard has some crackers and a pot of jam. It is only when he tries that Johnny remembers that he cannot reach up to them; he kicks the counter and a couple of bags of dried… apricots and pineapple from a bowl by the chopping board instead. Leaving them on the counter he goes to get himself a drink and-

And stubs his toe on a bag full of trash.

A bag of trash that he distinctly remembers reminding Rubens to take out, because the collection was at noon and Johnny couldn’t pick things up.

The next one isn’t for a while, and they cannot just have bags of trash lying around the apartment. There are other places to take it, of course, but with Johnny out of action…

He doesn’t want to talk to Rubens, not really, but… Well it cannot just stay there, can it?

Johnny abandons his snacks, and makes his way to Rubens’ room.

At least the apartment doesn’t have fucking stairs this time around.

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He knocks on Rubens’ door. Johnny is not really expecting a response - Rubens never says anything - but he knows to at least try.

Sure enough, there is some shuffling around - Rubens clearly heard - but no actual response. Johnny sighs and pushes open the door, ignoring the twinge in his side as he does. He is met by the sight of Rubens sitting at his desk, already spinning around as he slams his laptop shut.

The headphones only come off a few seconds after.

Johnny recognises the look of utter panic in Rubens’ eyes, one not dissimilar from the wide-eyed expression he had made when that cultist pulled out the knife. Receiving the same look as a cultist aiming to kill makes something in Johnny’s gut hurt, but not as badly as the stabbing he took for him.

“You forgot to take the trash out again.”

Rubens’ face shifts a bit, first to confusion then to something else entirely as he checks his phone. He runs a hand down his face, squishing his palms into his eyes. Johnny, doing his best to be patient, waits for him.

“Where?”

Really? Not even an apology? “Where what?”

Rubens gestures a bit, hiding a yawn in his elbow as he shakes his head a bit, “taking it?”

Right. Because if they just put it out now, they’ll be done for blocking the pavement; there’s not another collection for two weeks.

And Johnny has no fucking clue where Rubens comes from, or anything really, but he himself is at least local, “should be some collection boxes near the park. Park on the east side, and should be there.”

He gets a nod from Rubens, who drags his hands over his face again before levering himself up. Johnny just stands and watches - fuck moving even a little hurts - as Rubens grabs a jacket from a heap on the bed.

Relatively sure that he is at least going to fix the fuck up, Johnny drags himself back to the couch. It is only after he sits down that he realises he left his lunch in the kitchen.

And, fuck.

He could get back up and get it, but… Just from standing in Rubens’ doorway it already feels a bit like getting stabbed all over again. So, it’s fine.

He’s fine.

He’ll just… settle in with some of the research. Look it over a bit more, delay until it’s late enough for an early dinner, and /then/ he’ll stand up again.

Behind him, he hears the front door slam shut.

At least the bins are actually getting taken out, then.

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It is over an hour later that Rubens comes home, from what should have been a twenty minute job - maybe thirty if losing a tail. By the time the door to the apartment slams open and then shut, Johnny is past annoyed and deep into the worried territory. He waits for something to be called for him, a reassurance that this isn’t a home invasion, but nothing; just feet on the tiles, then clattering in the kitchen, and then another slamming door as he returns to his room.

Which, fine, it sounds like Rubens and calling would be more, not less, out of character.

Still, Johnny wishes he had been assigned literally anyone else to work with - or perhaps not put on this job at all. He hates undercover work, he hates the layers of games and pretence and story-weaving, and the months and months of work that can be ruined with a single wrong word.

And Johnny? He’s not /good/ with words; it’s one of the few things that he and Rubens seem to share.

He gives himself another few minutes of research, carefully still even as reads through another few printouts, before pulling himself back to his feet. And, fuck, his side strains at the movement, sharp pain rippling through him. It takes a few moments for Johnny to catch his breath before he actually heads towards the kitchen; someone needs to make dinner, and Johnny remembers what the fuck happened last time Rubens tried cook anything more complicated than microwave rice.

The kitchen is just the next room, but getting back there still takes some effort. One of the stools from the breakfast bar has been left near the fridge - Rubens must have been clambering on it to get something from the upper shelves, though hell only knows why he went up there since Johnny was last in here - and there are a couple of supermarket bags are on the countertop.

Bags, still containing items, because /someone/ could not be fucked to put them away.

But, Johnny tries to remind himself, at least Rubens thought to buy some. It does explain a bit of the clattering at least, and shows initiative. Johnny is sort of grasping for straws, but he doesn’t want to hate the guy he’s just… Failing to communicate.

Badly.

So fucking badly - it’s not even that communication is going wrong, it’s that it’s not fucking happening at all.

With dread in his stomach, Johnny pulls open the bags. If he’s left milk out…

A quick check shows that at least the correct things have made it into the fridge - all crammed into either the drawer or the bottom shelf, but perhaps it is all Rubens can reach, with the milk in the door. Johnny would put the rest away, if he could reach that high right now.

He’ll make Rubens do it later. For now Johnny sorts through the bags, looking for something more interesting than pasta and peas.

There is enough food for another week. Maybe more, if they are conservative or, more likely, order pizza again. There seems to be nothing within Rubens’ skillset to cook, but everything is easily within Johnny’s. A hint, perhaps, that would be taken more happily if Johnny were not injured still; it’s not that Johnny minds cooking, he even enjoys it - it’s relaxing - it’s just that with a knife wound between his bottom two ribs it is a nightmare.

He’s not bitter, he’s just… He’s tired, and hurt, and somehow they have to keep this up for months. He knows the other man is new to this, and everyone has strengths and weaknesses, and that they’re both adjusting, but if he could show a little more concern about the fact he nearly fucking died! Or, better yet, that Johnny got a knife in the side protecting him from one in the lung. And Johnny gets it, he really does, he’s even used to it; he knows Rubens is a waif of a man while Johnny is built like a particularly intimidating block of flats. He knows that Rubens cows even from talking to /Sam/, but seriously. If he can’t dodge a knife, he’s a god-damned liability.

And more than Johnny doesn’t want to hate Rubens, he doesn’t want him /dead/.

To make things somehow worse, it also seems they’re in too much fucking shit too fast for Johnny to be able to do his job and train him, especially when Rubens makes no motions towards /wanting/ help.

Johnny cannot help someone who won’t cooperate with him, and that’s the root of the fucking problem, isn’t it?

Next time, Johnny should just leave him here with the data - go deal with the leads himself, and just keep the man on call. It would be safer for both of them, if he doesn’t have to worry about Rubens, and Rubens doesn’t have to worry about knives. Having a gun is all well and good, but you need to keep steady enough to /use it/.

At least next time will not be for a while yet; Johnny isn’t so stupid as to charge in before his stitches are out, not if there is another option. Even if he was inclined to, they don’t exactly have a target. Even if they did, if they stumble into these assholes too often it will blow their cover. Even if it wasn’t… Well then someone else would be doing this shit, wouldn’t they?

There is nothing to be done right now, though, not about Rubens or about the mission, so he just… adds water to one of the saucepans, still on the drying rack, and places it on the hob. He pushes the stool over to where he can sit on it and cut vegetables, tossing two people’s worth pasta into the water before turning on the heat.

As that comes to the boil he grabs a random selection of vegetables from the grocery bag, peeling and chopping them into another pan. The peeler and wooden spoon had also been left out, cleaned but then left on the chopping board; only two people live in the apartment, and Johnny knows that he is not the one to blame.

Tomato paste, spices, some already portioned out mince-meat from the restocked fridge… Johnny does not have the energy to do more than throw it in the pan, but if it cooks it cooks.

About halfway through he remembers the salt for the pasta. Cursing, he throws in a random amount, and hopes for the best.

It does not take long for everything to be done. Johnny calls for Rubens to come get food as he drains the pasta, splitting it between two bowls before adding the sauce. Both go on the breakfast bar - already laid out with cutlery when Rubens did the washing up - and he waits.

And he waits.

And he eats his own dinner, only to find that Rubens still has not appeared.

It is not exactly unusual for Rubens not to eat with Johnny, but usually he at least appears to grab things and take them to his room, then an hour later to get the washing up done. When Johnny cooks, Rubens washes up. When Rubens cooks… Rubens also washes up, because he only gets to cook if Johnny is incapacitated.

Like most of the last week.

And Johnny isn’t worried, not exactly, he doubts the other man is stupid enough to have gotten shot buying groceries and tried to hide it, but… Well, he cannot help it a little bit. No matter how tense things are in the house, Johnny doesn’t /want/ shit to happen to him.

Rubens probably just had headphones on, again, and decided to worry Johnny by not hearing him.

Slipping down from the high stools is much kinder on his side than standing up from the sofa. It does not take even a minute to cross over to Rubens’ room and knock.

No answer.

Definitely worried now - Rubens does know better than to put the volume so high as to not hear him this close, and Johnny knows this is normal enough but he cannot even hear him moving or typing or anything and- and Johnny opens the door.

Rubens is sprawled out on his desk, slumped onto his keyboard. For a moment Johnny panics about being found, about something worse happening, until… No, he’s just asleep. Nobody broke in and hurt them, he’s just asleep.

Johnny… he means to just go and wake him, to drag him down to eat /something/, even if it’s some of the fruit and not the pasta, when his eyes catch on the desk.

… The fuck?

There’s a selection of fruits, each slashed open - some neatly, some not - and about half pulled back together with butterfly stitches, or sticky gauze pads. Not from their actual emergency kit, but from another and new one - the bag is blue not green - that Rubens did not tell him about. There’s bandages, too, hanging loosely from Rubens’ arm - there’s no injury beneath them that Johnny can see, just… awkwardly tied bandages?

… Practising maybe…?

Glancing up implies that might even be true; open on the laptop and still playing into Ruben’s headphones, a woman in a paramedic’s uniform is demonstrating the recovery position. Two videos ago in the playlist is one on stab wounds.

Ah.

Johnny looks at Rubens again, notices the dark bruises under his eyes. Now that he thinks about it… Three nights ago when Johnny needed help with the bandages coming undone and texted him, Rubens had been there far too fast - and awake - to have been asleep. That had been at 5am, an hour Rubens had before their ‘field trip’ called an impossible hour.

Was he not sleeping?

Was this…

Johnny reassesses; every good agent needs to be able to reassess, to be able to admit that sometimes you’re just fucking wrong.

If Rubens is tired because he has not slept enough, that explains him forgetting the trash. But then why wouldn’t he sleep? He certainly had not been having problems with that /before/ the last mission, and it wasn’t like he was the one up all night from the pain of a stab wound… But the video, so… Was Rubens, what, worried? But then why… Surely first aid stuff is easier on other people? Johnny only knows the very basics, but practising bandages with only one hand sounds like a nightmare. Why would Rubens do it alone?

… Because even if Rubens is worried, Johnny is still intimidating. Johnny knows what he is, and it’s neither welcoming nor friendly. And, he is not exactly in the best mood right now. Indeed, he’s in a pretty fucking shit one, helped by the hour on the couch but only so much. First aid videos are not Rubens training himself not to get hit, but… It’s something. It’s looking for how to fix the consequences of failure, even if Rubens should really be looking for how not to fail in the first place.

Or perhaps that, too, is unkind - with wrists like his, Johnny doubts Rubens can take to the punching bags without hurting himself. Not without guidance, at least. Guidance which he’s too… awkward, scared, antisocial? To ask for.

And maybe this isn’t what Johnny would want from him… But it’s something, isn’t it?

Why do people have to be so damned complicated?

Trying to be a little gentle, Johnny shakes Rubens’ shoulder. It takes a moment but the younger man uncurls himself, and stretches, and yawns.

The cracks along his spine sound unpleasant.

The noises Rubens make as he blinks himself awake - clearly exhausted, now Johnny is looking for it - are unintelligible. After a bit of confused blinking, he finally manages a “Hm? Need me?”

“Food’s ready.”

No reply, but Rubens does kick back and ease himself to standing. It’s then that he seems to notice his laptop was left open, quickly slamming the lid down before… hesitating. Watching Johnny.

Does he pretend or not?

Johnny’s never been much for pretending.

“Can’t take you to the gym right now, but I can be a practice doll if you want,” he says. “Even got a stab wound if you want to give that a go.”

Rubens’ arms cross defensively over himself, “don’t joke about that.”

It’s possibly the most words Rubens has said in a go to him.

It is also not a no.

“Sure,” Johnny shrugs instead, trying his best to look like a man who hasn’t killed too many people to count with his hands alone.“There’s pasta on the side for you. If it’s cold, the microwave is there.”

“Thanks,” Rubens’ hands linger over the laptop for a minute, before he hesitantly raises it in a fist. “Like this?”

Johnny takes a moment to realise what is going on, then looks at it. It’s not… the best, but it’s better than what he’d been doing previously. “Almost. I can show you in the morning?”

A nod, but not a lot more. Rubens still looks… tense? Tense might be the right word, but they’ve never been Johnny’s speciality.

What is it, what is it… Ah. Right. Johnny might be the stabbed one, but Rubens was clearly /trying/ to hide what he was studying for whatever fucking reason. The fist shape feels like an offering, so how does Johnny accept if not in offering to fix it…

Fuck, why didn’t they assign anyone else to this mission? Johnny is not cut out for this mentoring thing.

“Err…” What is the problem… Oh, right, obviously. Needing help fucking sucks. “After that, could you show me how to not get viruses when I’m checking SD cards we find? I don’t want to take my laptop in for repairs /again/.”

“Sure,” Rubens’ tone is a little odd, and Johnny gets the distinct impression he is being laughed at. Or, perhaps, he’s just not seen Rubens relax before.

“... We good?”

Rubens gives him a thumbs up, before pushing past him and through to the kitchen.

At this point, Johnny will take it.

#ordem paranormal #opd fanfic #op fanfic #opd #johnny tabasco #rubens naluti #ordem paranormal fanfic #i'm happy with all sections but not quite how they fit together #johnny got chill time in the middle that's my excuse #we know they get along eventually! I've seen it!#but like. it must have been a bit of a pain getting there

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jamev235 · 1 year

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Fanart - Rubens Naluti

#rubens naluti #ordem paranormal #fanart ordem paranormal #ordem paranormal desconjuração #ordem paranormal calamidade #rpg cellbit #desconjuração #felps #cellbit #brazillian artist #brart #brartist

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ghostberryarts · 2 years

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desenhei o rubens rapidinho

#aop #ordem paranormal #rpg cellbit #rubens naluti

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nhenaart · 2 years

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Omg Rubens hiii!!!!!!!

#OPC #AOP #Ordem Paranormal #Rubens Naluti #Rubens My Beloved #Rubens merece melanina!#Não sei colorir couro #Arte (eu acho)#Dêem melanina pro Rubens pfv #***su si eu ti vejo na rua

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doubleslashkarma · 3 months

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Sometimes I wonder. The people who know Felps, but only from QSMP; the people who know Ordem Paranormal, but only from Quarentena- do they know about Rubens?

Like Felps generally comes off as pretty lighthearted, and that just makes me desperately want to see people's reactions to the guilt-ridden short king that is Rubens Naluti. Do they know if Felps felt like committing hardcore to QSMP lore we would never recover. The fuckin audio recordings, man,,,,,, (This is your cue to go watch Ordem Paranormal immediately btw)

#qsmp #qsmp felps #ordem paranormal

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venomizedstar · 1 year

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Since I started by explaining more general things, now I'm going to explain the Paranormal Order and the teams! Maybe a little bit of the characters

So, Ordem Paranormal means Paranormal Order, but the official name inside the lore is Ordo Realitas and its a big and secret organization with headquarters in Brazil.

The agents are divided in teams and usually they are always together to fight the paranormal.

Equipe Aniquiladores: The oldest team! The members include Senhor Veríssimo (a NPC, the Order leader), Aaron (NPC, a mysterious sniper), Balu (Played by Calango, funny guy), Arnaldo Fritz (sometimes a npc, sometimes played by Rakin, a famous actor), Chizue Akechi (a NPC, uses Katanas) and some other unknow people, now inactive;

Equipe Veterana de Varredura: Balu, Arnaldo Fritz, Johnny Tabasco (played by Alanzoka, really impulsive) and Luciano Carvalho (played by LJoga, a former military), now inactive;

Equipe Brasa: Erin Parker (played by Kalera, heavy inspired by Jinx from League of Legends), Fernando Carvalho (also played by LJoga, Luciano's husband), Luciano Carvalho and Tristan Monteiro (NPC, funny flirty guy), now inactive;

Equipe Iniciante de Varredura: The first team to be presented in the series! Its members are Alexsander Kothe (played by LJoga, a history teacher), Daniel Hartmann (played by Luba, a writer), Elizabeth Webber (played by Bagi, a medical doctor and forensic scientist) and Thiago Fritz (played by Rakin, Arnaldo's son), now inactive;

Equipe Veterana: Arnaldo Fritz, Chizue Akechi, Cristopher Cohen (played by LJoga), Francisca Parker (NPC, Erin's grandmother) and Senhor Veríssimo, now inactive;

Equipe E: Second season team! Arthur Cervero (played by Guaxinim, handsome and cute guy), Cesar Oliveira Cohen (Played by Calango, nerd and Cristopher's son), Elizabeth Webber, Joui Jouki (played by Luba, gymnast), Thiago Fritz, now inactive;

Equipe Kelvin: Kenan Thomas (played by Leo Santi), Mariana Carona (played by Bagi), Miguel Cariad (initially played by Calango, later he became a NPC), now inactive;

Equipe D: Third season team! Arthur Cervero, Beatrice Portinari (played by Triz Pariz, has a cool bird), Dante (played by Rakin, an ocultist), Elizabeth Webber, Erin Parker, Fernando Carvalho, Joui Jouki, Kaiser (Cesar Oliveira after some traumas), Luciano Carvalho, Orpheu (the cool bird!) and Tristan Monteiro, now inactive;

Dragões Metálicos: A metal band inspired by Metallica, they're all NPCs! Kurt Hemmis, Leandro Hans, Marcos Front and Roberto Lutrijo, now inactive;

Equipe Espiãs: Team inspired by Totally Spies, they're all NPCs! Alexia Grifo, Clarissa Leão and Samantha Hale, now inactive;

Dupla Johnny e Rubens: Johnny Tabasco and Rubens Naluti (played by Felps, a silly little guy), now inactive;

Equipe Abutres: Balu, Arthur Cervero, Carina Leone (played by Bagi, italian mafia girl), Dante, Joui Jouki and Rubens Naluti, still active;

Equipe Delta: NPC only team: Jiro Yukami, Naomi Akechi and Olivia Lefleur, still active;

Dupla Cavalcante e Wanderley: Cavalcante Bueno (a NPC) and Wanderley Nascimento (played by Rakin)

And also theres teams from another countries or without any contact with the Order:

Hell Hunters: Ex members from SWAT, their headquarters are in Texas, United States, all the members are NPCs. Arnold Strolley, Chloe Grey, Jason Bloom, Karen Brown, Miguel Hernandez, Roy Stevens, Ryder States, Stella Green and Troy Walker;

Obscurité: A french team of anarchists who lives in Paris' Catacombs, almost all of them are NPCs. Bernadette Leroy, Cartier Dubois, Delano Martin, Désirée Menet, Dominic Sy Pierre (played by Abelha), Emmanuelle Adrien, Lorraine Orleans, Marc Menet, Margot Renaud, Maxime Auclair, Oriel Renaud and Yuki Saito (played by Kalera);

Família Leone: Italian mafia, almost all NPCs. Alfredo Leone, Alonzo Leone, Ângela Leone, Antonella Leone, Brando Leone, Carla Leone, Carina Leone, Chiara Leone, Dario Leone, Enzo Leone, Fabrizio Leone, Giuseppe Leone, Lorenzo Leone, Marco Leone, Patrizia Leone and Roberta Leone;

Os Cinco: Team kinda based on Scooby-Doo and in sci-fi 90' movies. Xande (played by Guaxinim, impulsive and cool guy), Dara Venturini (played by Carol, team's support), Chico (played by LJoga), Guizo (played by Felps), Lírio Tellini (played by Gary, he's THE WALL), Morato Vertaler (NPC) and Voytek Nowak (NPC).

Elements | Classes | O Segredo na Ilha

#qsmp #ordem paranormal #cellbit

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makshu · 9 months

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"What's your biggest regret?" - GM

"Not having died before" - Joui Jouki

"If you could change everything, rewrite everything. What would you change?" - GM as the energy entity

"To have gotten out of this right at the beginning" - Rubens Naluti

#These dialogues just show that no one wanted to be in that situation #no one wanted to be risking their life #“But if we don't fight the paranormal... who will?”#joining the Order is an option to protect what is left #(This is one of the reasons why many people joined the Order)#I don't even know why I'm making this post in English lol #Maybe some lines are wrong- but the answers are 100% correct #ordem paranormal #kinda spoiler

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idontknowanametouse · 4 months

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Ordem Paranormal/paranormal order queer headcanons

Alexsander Kothé: gay (canon), namora Daniel, ele/dele | dating Daniel, he/him

Arthur Cervero: pansexual (canon), trans, namora Dante, ele/dele | dating Dante, he/him

Balu/Antônio Pontevedra: aliado, ele/dele | ally, he/him

Beatrice Portinari: trans, bissexual, poliamorosa, namora Erin e Tristan, ela/dela | trans, bisexual, polyamorous, dating Erin and Tristan, she/her

Carina Leone: demigirl, lésbica, tem crush na Artemis, ela/blue/cute/fashion/elae | demigirl, lesbian, has a crush on Artemis, she/blue/cute/fashion/ey

Cristopher Cohen: aliado, ele/dele | ally, he/him

Daniel Hartmann: gay, trans, ele/dele | he/him

Dante: não-binárie, birromântique, assexual, elu/delu | nonbinary, biromantic, asexual, they/them

Elizabeth Webber: bissexual (canon), trans, noiva do Thiago, ela/dela | bisexual (canon), trans, engaged to Thiago, she/her

Erin Parker: pansexual (canon), poliamorosa, paragirl transfeminina, namora Beatrice e Joui, ela/elu/cabum | pansexual (canon), polyamorous, transfem paragirl, dating Beatrice and Joui, she/they/kaboom

Fernando Carvalho: gay (canon), casado com Luciano (canon), trans, ele/dele | gay (canon), married to Luciano (canon), trans, he/him

Joui Jouki: trans, birromântico, graysexual, namora Erin e Kaiser, ele/dele | trans, birromantic, graysexual, dating Erin and Kaiser, he/him

Kaiser: garoto não binário transmasculino, gay, assexual, elu/ele | nonbinary boy, transmasc, gay, asexual, they/he

Luciano Carvalho: gay (canon), trans, he/him | ele/dele

Rubens Naluti: trans, aroace, num QPR com Johnny, ele/elu/ile | in a QPR with Johnny, he/they/it

Thiago Fritz: trans, ele/dele | he/him

Artemis Deordelin Rodrigues: trans, lésbica, tem crush na Carina, ela/dela | trans, lesbian, has a crush on Carina, she/her

Gal: agênero polissexual, todo pronome | agender, polysexual, all pronouns

Agatha Volkomenn: garota intersexo, pangênero, lésbica, tem crush na Eduarda, todo pronome exceto ele/dele | intersex girl, pangender, lesbian, has a crush on Eduarda, all pronouns except for he/him

Tristan Monteiro: trans, bissexual, ele/dele | trans, bisexual, he/him

Clarissa Leão: lésbica poliamorosa, ela/dela | polyamorous lesbian, she/her

Samuel Norte: trans, aroace, ele/dele | he/him

Mia: lésbica aroace, ela/dela | aroace lesbian, she/her

Senhor Veríssimo: aliado, ele/dele | ally, he/him

Eduarda Flom: lésbica, ela/dela | lesbian, she/her

Cassiano Menta: aliado, ele/dele | ally, he/him

Hugo Longo: aroace, não-binário, ele/elu | aroace, nonbinary, he/they

Amelie Florence: garota intersexo, pansexual (canon), ela/dela | intersex girl, pansexual (canon), she/her

Olivier Florence: trans, gay, namora Milo, ele/dele | dating Milo, he/him

Bárbara Lima: sáfica, assexual, tem crush na Amelie, ela/dela | sapphic, asexual, has a crush on Amelie, she/her

Milo Castello: gay, assexual, ele/dele | gay, asexual, he/him

Wanderley Nascimento: aliado, ele/dele | ally, he/him

Xande/Alexandre: pansexual, não-binário, poliamorosa, namora Guizo e Dara, todo pronome | pansexual, nonbinary, polyamorous, dating Guizo and Dara, all pronouns

Dara Alice Venturini: birromântica, heterossexual, poliamorosa, namora Guizo e Xande, trans, ela/dela | biromantic, heterosexual, polyamorous, dating Guizo and Xande, trans, she/her

Francisco Albuquerque: queer, ele/elu | he/they

Guilherme Santos/Guizo: polissexual poliamoroso, ele/eli | polysexual, polyamorous, he/it

Lírio Tellini: não-rotulado, ele/dele | non-labeled, he/him

Morato: gay, ele/dele | he/him

Kenan Thomas: bissexual poliamoroso, namora Mariana e Miguel, ele/dele | bisexual polyamorous, dating Mariana and Miguel, he/him

Mariana Larona: bissexual poliamorosa, namora Kenan e Miguel, ela/dela | bisexual polyamorous, dating Kenan and Miguel, she/her

Miguel Cariad: bissexual poliamoroso, ele/dele | bisexual polyamorous, he/him

#ordem paranormal #paranormal order #queer headcanons #lgbtq+ headcanons #tumblr is a coward and doesn't lets me put all the tags for characters

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qrevo · 3 months

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48, 52, 58, 59, and 62!

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? ok. hear me out. i'd be an avocado. it's like, my FAVOURITE fruit. also it's green. and it has a cool round core. and it's delicious. just like mee ^^ (also, fun fact, before using the four-leaved-clover emoji i always use everywhere, it used to be the avocado emoji. remember this lore piece because it will be important on the 8th chapter of my character route 🥑)

52. favorite font? i LOVE the Oswald font. my ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE. it's so circular and symetric and it looks good EVERYWHERE (outside of like. a thesis. or something formal like an email). everytime i wanted to use writing on my digital drawings as a kid i would use the Oswald font. Oswald font my beloved <3

58. four talents you’re proud of having? *i'm really good at math!! *i think i'm good at logic and reasoning?? tho i think that's kinda required for pursuing computer science LMAO. it makes things a lot easier tbh *might not be a talent, but i'm kinda proud of how i'm developing my drawing skills!! still drawing and practicing everyday since the start of the year, and it's cool to see how far i've come in the, like, two months since i got back to it ^^ *i've got good stamina!! i bike almost everyday and take regular walks (a tumblr user?? touching grass?? impossible). it takes a while to get me tired out lol. i kinda want to do a marathon someday to test if i'm really built for it tho!!

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? can my catchphrase be like. miscellaneous, hyper-specific brasilian cusswords?? HBSKDBCMDC if not, then i'm going with the classic "it's qrevo time" and then he trevoed all over the enemies

62. seven characters you relate to? i'll try not to repeat the characters from that one tag game to keep some variety here in this blog BMSDBHVDS. also they are not in any order whatsoever!! *Fuuta Kajiyama - MILGRAM *Elizabeth Webber - Ordem Paranormal *Mithrun - Dungeon Meshi *Kris - Deltarune *Chihiro Fujisaki - Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc *Chilchuck Tims - Dungeon Meshi *Rubens Naluti - Ordem Paranormal (sorrey i tried to do 7 characters from 7 different media but. i ran out of relatable characters from different media 💀💀💀💀)

#qrevo.txt #thanks for the ask!!#oof this was a long one. hope you all got enough qrevo lore for today #i hope you all memorize it. cause later on in chapter 11 of my character route you will be faced with a shapeshifter mimicking me #and you are going to need these pieces of qrevo lore to know if it's me or an impostor <3

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lilacsarebloom · 1 year

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Ok gente não me ataquem por favor

Eu tenho que explicar algumas coisas para vocês que fizeram pedidos e para outros que vierem no meu perfil no futuro.

Por favor, leiam tudo antes de pedir algo.

Por mais que eu gostaria, não consigo escrever para fandoms das quais não gosto ou não sou parte, então deixarei aqui os personagens para qual escrevo e algumas outras coisinhas importantes.

Detalhe importante, o wattpad está recheado de histórias normais sobre esses personagens, então por preferência minha, meu perfil aqui está reservado apenas para histórias de romance mais "dark" ou "yandere" (Yandere = romance obssessivo e abusivo, anormal e doentio.) Se quiserem histórias mais comuns, fiquem a vontade para pedir no meu wattpad [nick: PercyLikesGreen]

Primeiro de tudo, minha fandom no momento é Ordem paranormal e a fandom do Cellbit no geral.

Se algum de vocês fez algum pedido para um personagem que não se encontra nessa lista abaixo, não vou escrever para esse personagem, sinto muito, por favor faça outro pedido para os personagens especificados abaixo, se quiser.

Se algum de vocês fez algum pedido para um personagem que (atenção coisa específica) está nessa fandom mas eu ainda não cheguei no episódio do personagem em questão, sinto muito, POR ENQUANTO não vou poder escrever para esse personagem, mas você ainda pode pedir outro personagem (se quiser) e esperar até que eu escreva para seu personagem pedido.

No momento escrevo para;

Ordem paranormal primeira temporada.

O Mestre (faça oque quiser com essa informação).

Thiago Fritz.

Elizabeth Webber.

Agatha Volkomenn.

Daniel Hartmann.

Senhor Veríssimo.

Alexsander "Alex" Kothe.

O segredo na floresta.

O Mestre (faça oque quiser com essa informação).

Thiago Fritz.

Joui "Joe" Jouki.

Elizabeth Webber.

Cesar Oliveira Cohen.

Arthur Cervero.

Brúlio Cervero.

O Ferreiro.

O Ajudante.

O Porteiro.

O Hoteleiro.

Agatha Volkomenn.

Senhor Veríssimo.

O segredo na ilha (Até o episódio 6).

O Mestre (Faça oque quiser com essa informação).

Milo Castello.

Miguel Castello.

Bárbara Lima.

Amelie Florence.

Olivier Florence.

Wanderley "Wandebas" Nascimento.

Cavalcante Bueno.

Helena Gama.

Ordem Paranormal Desconjuração.

O Mestre (Faça oque quiser com essa informação).

Tristan Monteiro.

Joui "Mascarado" Jouki.

Cesar "Kaiser" Oliveira Cohen.

Arthur Cervero.

Erin Parker.

Senhor Veríssimo.

Agatha Volkomenn.

Beatrice Portinari.

Elizabeth Webber.

Dante.

Henri.

Gal Sal.

Anthony Scelto.

Kian.

Luciano Carvalho.

Fernando Carvalho.

Clarissa Leão.

Ike.

Rubens Naluti.

Jhonny Tabasco.

Bruno.

Ordem Paranormal Calamidade (Até o episódio 6)

O Mestre (faça oque quiser com essa informação).

Agatha Volkomenn.

Clarissa Leão.

Arthur Cervero.

Senhor Veríssimo.

Dante.

Carina Leone.

Rubens Naluti.

Antônio "Balu" Pontevedra.

Joui "Mascarado" Jouki.

Artemis Deordelin Rodrigues.

Boris Lukic

Gal Sal.

Kian.

Damir Lukic

Amalia.

Celestine.

Faustus.

Marius.

Remus.

Ordem Paranormal Relíquias.

O Anfitrião.

O Diabo.

O Deus da Morte.

A Magistrada.

Ordem Paranormal Sinais Do Outro Lado (Até o episódio 4).

O Mestre (faça oque quiser com essa informação).

Alexandre "Xande".

Francisco "Chico" Albuquerque.

Lírio Tellini.

Guilherme "Guizo" Santos.

Dara Venturini.

Senhor Veríssimo.

Arnaldo Fritz.

Extra.

Cellbit.

As relíquias.

Cellbit de 2017 (sim, pode pedir os cellbits dos enigmas ou alguma loucura e teoria que você pensou ou até o Paulinho do Internet o Filme kkk).

Oque eu escrevo.

Personagem cannon x Você.

Leitores masculinos, femininos e não binários.

Leitores que usam qualquer pronome.

Cenários fora da timeline da história principal.

Cenários platônicos.

Oque eu não faço

Qualquer fandom da qual não estou interessado no momento.

Personagem cannon x Personagem cannon.

Personagem maior de idade x Personagem menor de idade. (romântico)

Meio termo (talvez eu faça ou talvez não, depende de muitas coisas.)

Hot (depende dos "kinks" que você pedir)

Se eu estiver demorando para fazer seu pedido (que está de acordo com as regras), existem 3 possíveis motivos para isso:

1 ‐ Estou cansado dessa fandom, ou seja tenho bem menos motivação e inspiração para escrever para ela, meu interesse nela pode ou não retornar eventualmente.

2 - Estou trabalhando em outros pedidos no momento.

3 - Estou dando uma pausa na escrita para resolver outras coisas em minha vida.

Lembre-se, minha vida não se resume a escrever, na verdade, eu escrevo por hobby, se eu sentir que estou sendo apressado ou pressionado a escrever, ha uma grande probabilidade de que eu demore mais ainda para escrever ou até desista de terminar seu pedido.

Você não é especial, existe uma fila e você não tem prioridade nela.

Eu tenho um limite do que eu conheço de certos personagens, ou seja, alguns deles podem ficar OOC (Out Of Charater ou fora de personagem).

É isso galera, fiquem a vontade para pedir a partir de agora.

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teamoon7 · 25 days

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🇧🇷: Esses são mais recentes, de 2022.

(O contexto da do joui é que tinham falado no twitter pra desenhar ele com essa roupa aíkkkkk)

🇺🇸: Those are the most recent ones, from 2022

(the context of the second one is that someone asked to draw joui with those clothes on twitter lol)

#my art #ordem paranormal #joui jouki #kaiser #cesar oliveira cohen #AOP #OPC #Calamidade #desconjuração #OPD #rubens naluti #dante #arthur cervero #thiago fritz #OSNF #o segredo na floresta

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factorialsotherfandoms · 27 days

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OPD spoilers up to the end of episode 7, because episode 7 was fun but brain insisted on a couple of thoughts before I can move on (or, apparently, work on thing I was supposed to upload today). Injury warnings, spoiler warnings, and talk about potential death, and also er I've had these characters for one episode running on auto-translated-auto-subtitles. You will pry them from my cold-dead hands, but it's not exactly the best way to study things like speech patterns, especially when my Portuguese is... I can now catch the gist of things and follow the rpg mechanics mostly, but very very far from me being able to use any words? I just kinda can sort of follow via context and stuff I /recognise/ but don't /remember/. Enough rambling, have two guys in a car.

"Where to now?" Johnny asks, as they drive away. "You're the one with the maps."

A groan.

Johnny glances up, checks his partner in the rear-view mirror. Some of his muscles still shift in ways Johnny is pretty sure aren't entirely voluntary, and Rubens holds his entire body like it is in pain. Still, he gives half of a shrug, and keeps looking out of the window.

Johnny is also sore, yes, especially from having been immobilised - but he's /not/ the one whose breathing sounds kind of janky, and hissed when the seatbelt touched his ribs.

"That bad?" He adjusts his question to, glancing up from the road every few seconds.

"Just head home," Rubens answers the first question instead of the second. "We can pick in the morning."

"What morning? It's already gone seven," Johnny takes the turning towards their flat regardless. A pause and then. "You sure you're good just to go home?"

Yes, they need to continue the investigation, but even Johnny can see that Rubens can barely stand; no matter what help they wanted to give those two other agents, it wasn't going to happen.

"What-" Rubens is cut off, hissing, as they go over a bump.

"Yeah, you know what, driver's rules - we're going to the hospital."

Rubens' lack of reply, not even a grimace, is pretty damning. It is also a little worrying, especially with the flinches and extremely deliberate breathing.

It is not that Johnny is paranoid, it's that he knows what that attack did to Johnny himself, and he's gained a decent feel for Rubens' tolerance over the last few months.

He takes the turn towards the hospital, and already starts constructing a lie. Rubens can probably pass for an electrician, and Johnny could have just been helping, and maybe someone turned the mains back on before they were finished? That's got to happen all of the time, right?

"Do you think we'll see them again?" Johnny asks, searching for a conversation topic. He's got to keep driving, but he is more than starting to get worried. "No clue what's up with the boy, but they seemed decent. Good to know the Order's always got people."

Rubens' laugh isn't very happy, "no."

"I thought you were an optimist?"

"Your job," Rubens shifts, seemingly trying to alleviate some discomfort, and only making it worse. "I'd like to, but… you saw them. Injured, electrocuted, and going to where their team went dark? They won't survive. We might not."

It's true, but that doesn't mean he has to say it. There's been a lot of deaths, recently, if what Sam has been telling them is true. Johnny isn't sure, but can't see any reason for Sam to lie about that; Johnny and Rubens have been undercover for months, but have managed to keep themselves above water so far.

A lot of people haven't, though. A great many people haven't.

"You left them your knife," Rubens follows up with.

"Shut up and sort through that notebook instead."

"No." At least he's perked up a little, actually sounding a bit more awake, thinking and shifting a little and worrying his lip before he speaks again. "Maybe they'll surprise me and you'll get it back? Can't read the notebook. The bag is in the boot."

Neither of them comment on how, usually, Rubens would still just lean over and grab it.

"Maps, then?"

He makes a left turn, and they find themselves nearly there.

"They're maps," Rubens replies. "We need the notes to work on a target... Gameshow, orphanage, orphanage, gameshow, Menefreda, puzzles, Energy... I can't see the link; do you think there's any crossover in the cases? Should we ask Samuel for their notes? Something's missing here."

"Can't be sure," Johnny has to focus on this bit of road, busier than the further out streets. "We can ask, though."

"And the girl? Erin? She said the woman's voice was-" Rubens cuts off with a gasp.

Immediately Johnny looks up, checking over his shoulder. Rubens' back is arched and he struggles for air; he shoves on his hazard lights and pulls over before unplugging his seatbelt, and inelegently scrambling across.

By the time he has done so, Rubens' body has relaxed. He has leant back, breathing heavily and clutching at his chest. Johnny places a hand on his back, rubbing a thumb into the twisted muscles there.

"Rubens?" Johnny asks, voice lower. "You good?"

The shudder looks just as involuntary, but a little more normal; Rubens leans slowly forwards, resting only one elbow on his knee, and folding his chin onto it.

One moment, two.

Rubens starts gesturing a reply, only to cut himself off with a wince.

"An answer, please," Johnny keeps his voice low, doing his best to be reassuring.

"I'm good," he answers, blinking fast as he shifts to looking at his hands. "I'm... Good, yes, good. Just, fuck, the speed bump."

Johnny had barely even noticed it; Rubens has got to be much more injured than he looks to react that badly to just a speed bump.

"I'll be more careful," he promises, though he isn't quite sure how. "Good to keep going? We're another ten minutes out, looking at this traffic."

"All good."

It is not quite believable, given everything going on, but Johnny chooses to let it pass. He knows shit all about these things, only that his partner is suffering. He's also suffering, but he's Johnny - he can take it.

Rubens... Not so much. Not really his skill-set; Johnny doesn't jump in the way of fists because he enjoys getting punched, after all.

Choosing to climb back over instead of getting out, Johnny only slightly catches his ankle on the gear-stick. Still, he gets back to the driver's seat safely, turns off the hazard lights, and pulls back into the road.

"Any thoughts so far?" he asks instead.

Johnny can put pressure on a gunshot wound just fine, but electricity is weird. Magic electricity? Even weirder. He does, however, know that so long as everyone is managing coherent conversation he /probably/ can just drive to the hospital instead of faffing with an ambulance.

(Don't they have their own doctor now? Johnny isn't quite sure, but he does know that contacting the Order, outside of secure and prearranged chats with Samuel, is likely to break their cover.)

Rubens shifts his face from side to side, mouthing words to himself and gesturing his hand around in a much more typically Rubens fashion. After a little while he shrugs - only with one shoulder and that's something to make the doctor check - and answers, "hopefully the paperwork is more useful to us; I don't think the Director was actually anyone important. Show, Director, he only does this one bit most likely? And only had, what, five staff members?"

"Barely a crew," Johnny replies. "I don't like the thing with Erin's grandmother - she's definitely not any of the corpses. None were old enough. So why was her voice there?"

"The man too," Rubens replies. "You shouldn't have told them we were Order agents; the cameras were running. Whoever runs it might have heard."

"Shit," Johnny can immediately see the problem but, to be fair, in the moment that had been far from his highest priority. Getting the grenade out already blew more of his cover than either of them liked - he should have just stolen the gun and tried shooting the glass. "We can adapt, but..."

"Danger," Rubens replies. "We'll need to be more careful, right?"

"Right," and, fuck, Johnny has been here before. "We might need to be subtler to get in."

"Games," Rubens replies.

"Hm?"

"He likes games. If we-" another speedbump, and Rubens gasps again, entire body twisting at the pain, but he settles himself quickly, moving on. "Fuck. But, if we do get in... it might be to play with us specifically. If the recording got through. Champion's match. New difficulty."

"Maybe the information we have will be enough?"

The look Rubens gives him is absolutely scathing.

"Yeah, okay, they weren't important enough to have anything actually good. I can wish, though; don't really want to be watching over my shoulder forever."

"It could work in our favour," Rubens settles on. "We need to get into deeper areas anyway. Toying, playing - if we interested whatever's in charge, perhaps it will bring us deeper to try again."

"They're deathtraps."

"But somebody always has to win. It's a bad game, otherwise."

Two people could have won the game they were playing, if they stuck to the rules, or perhaps there would have been more to it. Johnny doesn't expect them to be that generous again, though.

Ah, well, they'll work it out.

They always do.

---

It is not that much further to the hospital, and 7:30am is a blissfully quiet time. Most people from the night before have already left, but it's too early for most sorts of accidents.

Parking is easy, but getting out is more difficult. Well, no, Johnny can get out fine - stiff and weirdly cramping, but fine. It's Rubens he worries about, Rubens who scoots rather than steps out of the car, and still almost immediately collapses to the floor.

The concern - the /worry/ - is back nearly instantly.

"Ow, fuck, shit," Rubens mutters, in between the curse words as he uses the side of the car to leverage himself up.

Yeah, no, that is not going to stand. Johnny comes back over, taking the one of Rubens' arms that he isn't holding strangely, and pulling it over his shoulders. His own arm he wraps around his partner's back, protecting him from any potential falls.

When he squeezes his fingers, Rubens hisses; Johnny shifts them further down with an apology on his tongue.

"It's fine."

It's not fine.

The angle is awkward, so Johnny much crouch a bit as he helps Rubens to the emergency room. Even with the help and the rest he still keeps staggering and stumbling, his legs barely able to hold his weight.

The reception desk is even worse. By the time they get there, Johnny is supporting all of Rubens' admittedly meager weight.

"Hey," he says, reminding himself she may be the gatekeeper but if he isn't polite then they are both in trouble. "Sorry, we were doing some repair work, and some asshole turned the mains back on while we were working. I'm just kinda sore, but my buddy's having trouble breathing."

Always mention the breathing. They hate it when you cannot breathe properly.

Her eyes flicker momentarily wider, looking at the now disturbingly grey Rubens.

"Names, please?"

"I'm Johnny Tabasco, this is Rubens Naluti."

Rubens seems to try to smile and wave, only to grimace and flinch instead.

A few more questions follow - dates of birth, occupations, next of kin, particularly concerning symptoms... Rubens says unusually quiet, getting slowly heavier against Johnny's side.

Eventually, the questioning comes to an end.

"Please go sit down, and fill in these forms," two clipboards are handed to Johnny. Right. Insurance paperwork and medical history - at least he knows enough of Rubens' to fill it in, after so long doing this work together. "Someone will likely be with Mr Naluti shortly, though you yourself will likely have to wait longer. We're not overly busy, but there are still a few incidents already."

"Thank you," and oh, Christ, he's just glad to be able to get Rubens off his feet.

They end up on the plastic chairs, Rubens flinching at it.

"You alright?" Johnny asks him.

There are a good number of fast blinks before Rubens nods, "let's not repeat this, though."

"Sure thing."

Rubens' hand (and only one hand, the other stays at his side) shakes badly as he starts filling in his form - the simple bits like address he leaves just in case, and starts with his medical insurance details. Allergies, pre-existing conditions... Rubens is doubling back to fill in his basic details when a doctor appears.

"Mr Naluti?"

"Here," he raises his clearly good hand.

"If you would come with me, please?" she asks.

He glances to her, to the gap between them, and then to Johnny. Johnny goes to get up to help, and she says "wait here, please, triage for adult patients is done alone."

And, sure, but didn't they get the notes?

Rubens looks at Johnny, only slowly nodding after they have made eye contact. Johnny is not entirely sure what it means, but he prepares himself for trouble anyway.

And then Rubens /tries/ to stand.

This time when he falls, he catches his weight on his bad arm. Johnny just about manages to stop his head or chest crashing into the floor, snapping at the doctor with a "didn't you /read/ he can't walk right now?!" as he helps him back onto the chair.

It leaves Rubens even more off-colour, and shaking, and Johnny not a great deal impressed with what is going on.

"I'll be right back," the doctor vanishes back the way she came.

"Will you be okay alone?" Johnny asks.

"Eh," Rubens manages a small laugh - his breathing is not settling this time, remaining too fast and too shallow. "I'll manage."

"Of course you will."

Johnny wishes there was an easier way to solve this specific bullshit at least.

Quickly, Johnny finished Rubens papers, and lets him sign them. They are ready when a different doctor appears - this one accompanied by some lower ranked staff member pushing a wheelchair.

"Mr Naluti, I'll be taking over from my colleague," the new doctor says. "We need to speak to you alone - privacy and protocol, you understand - but he can help you transfer if that is better for you?"

It is better for Johnny, at least.

"It's up to you," he still manages to say, standing and offering his arms, just like getting out of the car.

Rubens nods, and takes them, struggling the few short steps from the chair to the wheelchair. Johnny helps him get... not comfortable, but less uncomfortable, before placing Rubens' clipboard on his lap.

"See you shortly," Johnny promises.

"Yeah," Rubens replies between tight breaths. "See you soon."

---

Johnny does not see Rubens shortly, not even close thereto. They did bring the evidence with them, split between their bags - it's been stolen from their car before, and that was it's own form of nightmare - but he cannot exactly work on it here. Neither can he work on it without Rubens, who...

"Mr Tabasco," one of the nurses had told him. "Your friend - Mr Naluti? He asked us to tell you... He needs to be admitted due to internal damage? Primarily to his lung. There is surgery involved, though the tear is small and so it is a relatively simple procedure. It is not common with electrical injuries, especially with mains supplies, but it can happen. The doctor wished to work on it immediately, and he consented. There were some other internal injuries too - all consistent with severe muscle spasming or electrical burns. You'll be able to see him once the doctors have finished, but he'll be here a few nights most likely; until the chest tube comes out, at least, perhaps longer depending on his ribs. Given the nature of his injuries, and that you were injured together, the doctor wishes to see you immediately."

And Johnny liked none of that, not at all. He complied with the doctors simply to get through everything, and given an injection to force his muscles to stop cramping. He hates how it helps him feel less like shit, and concedes to their desire for at least 24 hours of wires and monitoring only once he realises it will place him and Rubens on the same ward.

The ward is louder, and busier, and Johnny hasn't slept since this time yesterday, if nobody counts getting knocked out and kidnapped. Still, he cannot rest yet, not until he knows Rubens is fine. There are, at least, some non-work related books in his bag; he'll text Sam with an update once he's sure what's going on, and until then at least try to relax.

Thankfully, he does not get more than two chapters in before Rubens is brought through. Something he said must have stuck with the doctors, as he is given the next bed along. Propped to half-sitting, with some wires and tubes and thick bandaging around one shoulder, but awake and unhappy about it. Johnny waits for the medical staff to finish adjusting him to take a better look; Rubens' eyes trail after them somewhat nervously, and hospital blue does not suit him but he is looking a distinctly better colour.

"You alright?" he asks, drawing attention from the room to himself.

Rubens visibly relaxes when his eyes catch on him, bored and reading. He gestures to himself with his unbandaged arm, clearly moving carefully so as not to disturb anything.

"You?" he returns with.

"Painkillers help," Johnny offers, and receives a firm nod of agreement. "I'm sore, but fine. Might have torn something, but swelling needs to go down to check. The burns are too deep, but my nerves are a bit sensitive and they want to be absolutely sure the ones around my heart are fine before they let me leave."

"Heart?" Rubens asks, his attention focusing in for a second, before someone dropping a tray of medicines with a loud 'fuck!' draws a flinch and his attention.

"Doctor said if there was going to be a problem there probably would be by now, but he wanted it monitoring just in case," Johnny does his best to reassure. "You... look a bit more alive?"

"Not alive enough to read."

Johnny laughs, "I wasn't going to ask you for that already. Did they say how long you're here for...?"

Rubens shakes his head a little, "no 'heavy exercise' for at least 4 weeks. Maybe more. Depends on my ribs."

"I'll let Sam know. We can sort through the paperwork and update reports in the meantime."

"Ugh," he flops harder into the pillows, seemingly trying to lay down - something the nurses made impossible for the both of them - but gestures consent. "Tell him 'just hack the hospital records'."

"Alright. Get some sleep, or I do have our bags? I think your wallet is in there if you want to buy access to the TVs. Not sure what else you packed."

There is just the problem of getting Rubens' bag to him.

Rubens seems to choose sleep, though, or at least closing his eyes to think about something - it's been a long night, and Johnny will probably follow once he's reported in.

Just a short text message; Sam can work out a more secure connection if he wants information immediately, otherwise he can wait until at least Johnny can head home and ring. Scanning he can also do, but accessing the digital documents will have wait for Rubens. Not that the Order is ever running to time anyway.

'Hey Sam' he types, keeping things on their personal phones as civilian sounding as possible. 'So first off, don't panic, nobody's dead or dying, but Rubens and I are in hospital. He said to tell you to just hack the hospital records, so now I've said it. Not really in the mood to explain

.., but the short is some asshole got us electrocuted...'

#op fanfic #opd #ordem paranormal #fanfic #rubens naluti #johnny tabasco #fuck i have no idea what the character tags are here #maybe now this'll finally leave me alone and I can go work on what I *wanted* to be working on atm #episode 7 currently lives rent free in my brain #have yet to start 8 #doesn't seem like the thing to do in a bad mood #hospital tw #injury tw #no way did they just go continue like normal with rubens on 2HP #they were absolutely showing off #johnny probably sewed up the grenade hole in the car given it was non-statistical damage #something about being undercover and so not having all the resources and maybe having blown their cover but theyve got to keep trying anywa #needed them to have a contact so picked the tech guy whose name i could remember #its a tech investigation sooo made sense to me

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