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b u t c h f l o w e r s ([personal profile] pleasedaspunch) wrote in [community profile] thebastion2014-07-04 06:04 pm

[Day 204] there's nothing more important to me [open]

Who: Flowers, anyone

Open: Open

When: 204

Where: Just barely outside the Bastion, on the Skyway

What: Hard work and positive thinking sometimes isn’t quite enough when you’re dropped into an entirely new world

Format: Any

Warnings: Non-graphic wounds



The first thing that he was aware of, was overwhelming pressure, and the reptilian part of his brain screaming to get up get up you’re going to be crushed, get up.

 

With a ragged gasp, Flowers’ eyes flew open, just in time to read static from his visor, and for his brain to fully process the gravity of the situation he was in.  It was a punch to his nerves, quite literally given the sheer amount of debris still stacked upon him, and he couldn’t help the pained noise that slipped between his clenched teeth, or the hiss that followed it as he worked his way out of the remains of what had previously been Blue base’s wall.

 

What was going on?

 

It was a question he had to consider, more than consider when he had the chance, but for the time being, he busied himself with fumbling with the seals to his helmet, sighing in relief as the pressure seals gave way with a hiss, and fresh air and bright light flooded his senses.

 

Another breath, in through the nose, out through the mouth, that was it, good, good.  He cracked a faint smile, nose wrinkling after a moment.  Yes, okay, things were much different than he remembered, that was undoubtedly a bad thing, but that didn’t have to be the end of the world.  He just had to soldier on, keep a positive attitude, and-

 

Alright no, his limbs felt like lead, and despite the fact that he knew it was a poor idea, he let himself carefully slump to the ground, sighing heavily.  A moment, he promised himself, just a moment to sit and regain his bearings; after all, he had been through much worse before. 

 

True, he had no memories of ever waking up in a radically different environment sporting a rather nasty headache and a new hole in his shoulder (usually any of the three were accompanied by a lot of yelling and people running about, so he supposed the quiet was rather nice), so there was that to take in.  Also the fact that his shoulder was starting to ache something fierce; that was probably more pertinent than figuring anything out quite yet.

 

Thankfully it seemed that his field kit was still somewhat intact, and though the biofoam burned like fire through his veins, its discomfort was an assurance that he at least had a little more time before he would have to pay attention to the wound.  Which brought him back full circle: where was he?

 

A cursory glance around revealed nothing, which was frustrating, but he was determined to put a positive spin on things.  At the very least, at least no one was shooting anymore?  That was certainly good, yes; but as time wore on, he was more and more certain that he was just exhausted.

 

Closing his eyes for a moment couldn’t hurt, could it?

 

Of course it could.



daughterofursa: (over shoulder)

[personal profile] daughterofursa 2014-07-06 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Zuko is finding it difficult to sit still or relax after the stress of the past few days. It's hard to settle down with past experience insisting that one crisis often follows another, even when none has presented itself (yet). She may only have the energy for a brief Skyway trip, but she's making it just to give herself something to do.

Of course, it looks like her trip may be even shorter than she thought. Spotting the unfamiliar rubble not far from the Bastion, and the figure slumped nearby, she swiftly turns to head in that direction. She glances around for signs of anyone or anything else as she approaches, but so far as she can tell, it's only the one man with his unfamiliar armor.

Is he unconscious?

"Hey. Can you hear me?"

If he opens his eyes, he'll find a young woman standing at a cautious distance. She isn't dressed like a soldier, but she has some of the bearing of one, and there appears to be a sword sheathed across her back.
daughterofursa: (glance)

[personal profile] daughterofursa 2014-07-06 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Zuko doesn't notice the weapon he's trying to keep within reach, though even if she did, he hardly seems like any kind of threat in the condition he's in. She doesn't make any effort to look friendly herself--maybe that's something she should work on, but it just doesn't occur to her. At the least there's nothing threatening about her body language. She crouches down not far in front of him, trying to look him over.

"I don't think you need to be worried about manners right now," she states flatly. "How badly are you injured?"

He clearly doesn't have a grasp of his situation yet, so it's hard to tell if his casual remarks are just part of his usual personality or if he's suffering from some kind of head injury. If he can't move enough to walk even with support, then she might have to go back to the Bastion for help.
daughterofursa: (headscratch)

[personal profile] daughterofursa 2014-07-06 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Not knowing what saying he's refering to with 'do unto others,' Zuko just squints at him for the remark. She hears him, but she does not get it. Right now it isn't important, though.

Looking at the hole, she guesses that it's a bullet wound. She doesn't have much experience with them to know how bad a shoulder wound would be, but she knows guns in general can be powerful weapons.

She doesn't so much as bat an eye at his 'straightforwardness.' It still strikes her as an excess of manners for the situation. "The Bastion isn't far from here. They'll be able to tend to it there."

She holds out a hand for him to take with his good arm. "...I know you probably have no idea what's going on, but that can come later. If you can lean on me, I'll get you there."
daughterofursa: (disgust)

[personal profile] daughterofursa 2014-07-07 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Zuko is strong for her size, but there's nothing superhuman here, so here's hoping he contributes some of his remaining strength so she doesn't have to haul him all the way up on her own.

She's quick to correct that 'dear' with a sharp look and, "My name is Zuko." She doesn't need long to consider his actual question either. "I haven't seen anyone with armor like yours, no. You're nowhere near whatever battle you were in, and you're not likely to find anyone here."

It's probably best, for the moment, to leave out the part where he's not likely to find them because they're all probably dead. He's been calm enough so far, but if he reacts badly to that, then it's just going to make getting him to the hospital difficult. She'd been recovering from wounds of her own when she arrived, and forcing herself to rest had been the hardest thing.
daughterofursa: (headscratch)

[personal profile] daughterofursa 2014-07-08 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Zuko reaches to take the helmet from him if he'll let her. She should have grabbed it for him in the first place, but it's just such a strange piece of armor. She hasn't worn her own in a long time either.

And what kind of name is 'Butch Flowers'?

"There's a... radio tower at the Bastion now." It may be apparent from the way she says it that she quite frankly has no idea what a radio is or does, which may be troubling in its own way. She's only heard the word in reference to the tower some of the others brought back, the same time they brought back the plague. In light of the latter problem, she hasn't thought to ask about what they were trying to accomplish in the first place.

She shifts to try to provide as much support as she can. "Come on. It's not far."
daughterofursa: (irritated)

[personal profile] daughterofursa 2014-07-08 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Zuko doesn't fight him for it, though it does make her frown. Not to be trusted, even for little things and with sensible reasons, still stings sometimes. Even in her refugee days, she never would have stolen anything as useless to her as a mismatched and probably oversized helmet. But this guy doesn't know her.

"I wouldn't get too excited," she says, though to be honest, the Bastion's grown on her. If it weren't for the circumstances that brought her here, she might even say she liked it.

It doesn't take long to reach the Bastion's entrance, even at their slow pace. And the view from there... will probably only add to his confusion. The mismatched buildings, the strange animals wandering about, the people with no uniform appearance or mode of dress. They don't look like they all belong on the same planet, much less the same village.
daughterofursa: (arms folded)

[personal profile] daughterofursa 2014-07-09 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"If there's one thing my life hasn't been, it's boring," Zuko mutters, knowing he can hear her but not really directing the remark to him.

She scans the Bastion briefly herself; it's hard to say which things are going to seem normal and which utterly bizzare to a newcomer, but she'd bet their resident giant dragon falls under 'alarming' for most people. She doesn't see him from here, though.

"I don't know what your 'Halo' is. When I said you were far from your battlefield, I meant far. This isn't your world. It isn't mine either."
daughterofursa: (if it comes to it)

[personal profile] daughterofursa 2014-07-09 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Zuko understands that it isn't a request or a 'maybe.' She'd been far less patient when she showed up. "You'll get your explanation, I promise." If not from her, then certainly from someone else. It might be better from someone else; she isn't good at breaking things gently.

"The hospital's just past the onsen." Which may not be the strangest zoning decision, but probably not a sentence he would normally hear. "Not much farther."

And it's probably lucky for him that he arrived today and not during any of the past few days, when their healers would have had their hands full with the plague. The sick haven't fully recovered yet, but they need a lot less attention now, she's sure. Everyone in general is a lot less stressed out.
four_quarts: (Are you effing serious.)

[personal profile] four_quarts 2014-07-10 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
Generally speaking, there are a few things that healers are pleased to see after dealing with plague victims for a few days. Cups of tea and their own bed are often at the top of that list. People badly wounded enough to need someone else to help them walk on the other hand, are rarely a particularly pleasing sight.

It is for precisely this reason that upon noticing the two when they walk through the hospital's doors, his expression briefly flickers to 'Seriously?' before shoving that under a look of professional concern.

"...Would you prefer my assistance walking to the nearest exam room, or shall I just lead you there?"
daughterofursa: (headscratch)

[personal profile] daughterofursa 2014-07-10 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Zuko has a different word for it herself, but 'onsen' seems to be the one more commonly understood by everyone here, including those who never had a word for it before. But the translation effect and its shortcomings can definitely wait.

"I've got him," Zuko says with some amount of unnecessary stubbornness. Ghaleon is a newer face, and she doesn't know him. Still, a little help wouldn't be so bad, especially since it feels like Flowers has been leaning on her a bit more--whether he actually is or she's just getting tired, she's not sure.

"...but a closer room is better," she adds. She can handle this a little farther, and anyway she won't be much use after that.