Day 123 [OPEN]

[bastionmods]

Who: Everyone
Open: Open
When: Day 123
Where: All over the Bastion
What: Obligatory "We just got more people/survived a hellish experience" mingle log!
Format: Your choice!
Warnings: Shouldn't be any?

[So the past few days in the Bastion have been very hectic and a little more than emotionally stressful for everyone. About two days have come and gone since the last very large batch of arrivals have come in to the Bastion, and thankfully since then it's been relatively quiet. It's a good time to compress, meet some new people and maybe have some good food at the distillery courtesy of Rin.]

Comments

[superdrowningskills]

[Disoriented from the pain and mental anguish, the sound of Tris' voice only registers to Alucard's mind as a potential threat. He attempts to scoot himself away while growling in a low, somewhat menacing tone; a bit of a difficult task, seeing as he's rather clearly trying not to use his arms for the task, instead mostly holding them close to his body.]

[stormsinbraids]

[ Sorry Alucard, Tris isn't impressed.

Her hands go to her hips, and this is a definite look of 'Yeah, I'm not impressed.' ]

You can growl at me, or you can let me see what I can do for your arms.

[ Because refusal to move generally means they hurt.

She isn't moving other than that, indication of 'very funny, now behave' though. ]

[superdrowningskills]

[It takes a moment for him to stop growling, his sense of reason having difficulty winning out over the instincts that were screaming at him to escape and find a safe hidden spot to nurse his wounds. He is burned, and she smells human, and humans had burned his mother until she was no more than a charred husk, and...!

He calms a bit when he finally processes the fact that she smells of magic too. That's right... She is a witch. She is a witch, and he knows this witch. This one has never harmed him; he can allow her to see to his wounds.

Although he visibly relaxes as an indication that he may be approached, there remains enough of that look of a wounded animal in his eyes that it would likely be best to avoid sudden movements.]

[stormsinbraids]

[ Don't sniff her magic too hard, there's hints of ozone, earth, and molten rock to it-

Tris waits a full count to ten after he relaxes before she steps forward, kneeling slowly next to him. ]

Arms, right? I'm going to have to move your clothes about to find exactly where is hurt, which will probably hurt you.

[ Because burns. Tris has steady hands though, and she goes back to the basket of first aid she'd gathered from their room. ]

This is burn salve. Its made of aloe, so it might feel a bit odd at first.