Let the Festival Begin [Day 143 | Day 144]

[bastionmods]

Who: EVERYONE
Open: Open
When: Day 143 & 144
Where: All over the Bastion
What: The first two days of the Harvest Festival
Format Any
Warnings: None

For the past week or so, it may feel like to some that the Bastion is gearing up for something. And not anything bad, either. Something good and oh so needed. It's not just the people, the Caels and the Ura that are aware of what the coming days would mean if the world was still intact. It's like the very Bastion itself has suddenly gained new life, and there's a power over it that's greater than any person, creature or Core.

Anyone who is still awake as dawn breaks over the Bastion may find themselves inexplicably tired for no reason at all, and unable to give in to an intense need to close their eyes, just for a moment.

When everyone wakes, and I do mean everyone, the Bastion will be transformed. Decorations, lights strung across every angle, wreaths, tables with colorful cloths over them, streamers and banners and so much stuff just seemingly out of nowhere! The entire Bastion, suddenly a vibrant, beautiful place for a celebration. And not just any celebration.

The Harvest Festival!

Comments

[fuckthemancers]

[That.... That's definitely a thing that's happening. Well. Zulf does his best to focus on the important thing.]

I'll help lift you from the other side, and then we'll get you just far enough so that you can lay down. Alright?

[hellpyre]

[If you ask her she will explain.]

Y-yeah... thank you...

[Luckily, for as much muscle as she has, she's not terribly heavy.]

[fuckthemancers]

Alright, just grit your teeth, it'll be over in a moment.

[Removing the handkerchief from her face, he adjusts himself until he can slip a hand around her uninjured side. With a grunt, he starts to bring the two of them up.]

[hellpyre]

[She nods, and does what he says as he pulls the both of them back to a standing position. It's not the worst she's ever had, but it's certainly up there with some of the beatings she's taken in the past. Had she been a little more prepared for it, she probably would be much better off, but being taken off guard like that left her in a bad way.

Moving her out of the pen, though, doesn't prove to be too difficult. She'll need some bandages and about an hour or two lying down, but she'll survive.]

[fuckthemancers]

[To the hospital they go! That certainly is a useful addition, isn't it... Zulf starts to take her in that direction. While they walk, he hums the first song that comes to mind to both ease himself and Rin. That old funerary song he can never seem to forget...]

[hellpyre]

[It really is!

Rin listens to the tune as they go. It's a good distraction from what she's feeling, though that is starting to lessen even as they move.]

That's a pretty song...

[fuckthemancers]

Hm? Oh, thank you... [He wonders if he should tell her the meaning or leave it as just 'a pretty song' for now.] It's an Ura song I've heard since I was a child.

[hellpyre]

[That earns a tired smile from Rin.]

I used to be in the church choir, growin' up. I kinda miss it...

[fuckthemancers]

I'll introduce you to Zia when we get you all fixed up. She knows quite a few songs, both Caelondian and Ura.

[Speaking of... There's the hospital up ahead.]

[hellpyre]

[Oh good, she can go pass out for a few hours.]

Heh... okay. My voice probably sucks now, but it'd still be fun to learn.

[fuckthemancers]

She'll be patient with you, don't worry.

Still doing alright?

[Because he's pushing in the doors, now, leading her inside.]

[hellpyre]

Yeah--ah. Ow.

[A move in the wrong direction made her wince, but while her ribs remained injured her head was clearing up. The bleeding had stopped, though the gash would still need to be bandaged before long.]

Thanks for this... I'll be more careful next time.

[fuckthemancers]

Let's hope that you do. I'd rather not have to make this kind of trip any time soon.

[He tries to guide her to the nearest proper room he can find- so long as there's something to lay her down on that won't be too uncomfortable, it'll do.]

[hellpyre]

[There's a hospital bed in one of the ER-style rooms, curtain, equipment and everything else around it. It's enough for now, and there should be bandages in a drawer.]

Yeah well...

[She's still going to do it again.]

[fuckthemancers]

[It's perfect, and he helps to set her up on it. Zulf sighs.]

Still going to try another day?

[hellpyre]

[Nodding]

I told you, me and Pyth got a score to settle.

[fuckthemancers]

Well, then, I suppose I should make sure you're well prepared then.

[He brushes away her hair and starts to clean up the blood that's there.]

[hellpyre]

How should I do it next time then?

[Even if she is a demon, that still stings, and she hisses between her teeth.]

[fuckthemancers]

Try not to let yourself get too carried away. I would recommend perhaps staying with something more simple, next time.

[He continues his work as he talks, placing a bandage about the head wound. He's not certain what to do for the ribs except perhaps not touch them.]

[hellpyre]

[Those will heal on their own. She'll just be sore for a while.]

I guess I'm more used to dealin' with stuff that I actually gotta chase and catch.

[fuckthemancers]

Hmm, yes I imagine it would be difficult to change such habits. It's just a manner of adjusting your thinking, then.

[He finally pulls his hands back, satisfied with the job he's done.]

There, hopefully that will be good enough until it... heals on its own, I suppose.

[hellpyre]

[She nods slowly to both comments, glancing away with something of a sheepish, uncertain expression on her face. The demonic traits were already difficult enough to hide, but he had staring at her as her very skin mended far faster than it should have been.]

Yeah I should be fine by tomorrow...

[fuckthemancers]

That's good. I'll get you a cup of water and then leave you to rest, alright? You need to make sure your body isn't wanting for water as you heal.

[hellpyre]

[Wow, he's not asking about it?

Though he never asked about the tail or the flames either...]

... yeah. Thanks.

[fuckthemancers]

[It's called "I've given up on any sort of logic in the world, I don't even care", Rin. Flawless survival instincts at work here.]

It's no problem. Just focus on resting for now.

[Picking up his skirts a bit, he makes his way out of the room and returns just a few moments later, making sure to set a couple of small plastic cups in arms reach of Rin- just in case.]