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thebastion2014-01-31 12:37 am
followsthevoice) wrote in thebastion2014-01-31 12:37 am
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Day 153 - Your war isn't over yet
Who: Raile and you!
Open: Open
When: 153, afternoon
Where: The River
What: After a long trip and even longer fall, Raile is back at the Bastion and looks worse for the wear
Format: Any
Warnings: Maybe some drama, some body squickiness
[Raile had, as Raile often did, stumbled back into The Bastion looking like he'd been through the whole seven hells; though thanks to the help of AZ, his arm was now firmly set back inside it's socket instead of being half crooked. When he'd fallen off the Skyway, the winds had been so violently unpredictable that he'd been tossed all the way to Mount Zand where he landed hard on his side and spent half a day unconscious underneath a pile of brush; when he awoke, he found his shoulder dislocated, his head cut open, and his hammer gone, not exactly the best of circumstances to be left in if he did say so himself. Thankfully giving up wasn't in his nature, so with his Carbine in hand and nothing more than his sheer force of will in tow, he set off back towards The Bastion.
It was rough going, especially considering he had to improvise his gun as both a crutch and a club when the times called for it; it was fair to say that he'd earned the numerous welts and bruises on his already battered body, but he wasn't going to let The Wilds take him that easily. Eventulaly though, he had found his way home and now he was kneeling by the river as he used it's perpetually flowing waters to wash the dried blood off of his face; using the water's reflective surface to get a good look at the deep cut on the side of his head...too big to close up on its own, but too small to throw any real ruckus over.
Considering that was the most lasting bit of damage...Raile could deal; there was no way he'd let himself die before he gave his apologies in person, though he figured he might owe Zulf a few more now as he clicked his tongue and ran his finger around his head gash.]
Damn...got me good, it's gonna take a while to heal proper...though maybe I can use that fancy new hospital....
[He mumbled to himself as he leaned his head back and poured some water into the wound itself; earning him something just short of a growl as he gritted his teeth.]
Open: Open
When: 153, afternoon
Where: The River
What: After a long trip and even longer fall, Raile is back at the Bastion and looks worse for the wear
Format: Any
Warnings: Maybe some drama, some body squickiness
[Raile had, as Raile often did, stumbled back into The Bastion looking like he'd been through the whole seven hells; though thanks to the help of AZ, his arm was now firmly set back inside it's socket instead of being half crooked. When he'd fallen off the Skyway, the winds had been so violently unpredictable that he'd been tossed all the way to Mount Zand where he landed hard on his side and spent half a day unconscious underneath a pile of brush; when he awoke, he found his shoulder dislocated, his head cut open, and his hammer gone, not exactly the best of circumstances to be left in if he did say so himself. Thankfully giving up wasn't in his nature, so with his Carbine in hand and nothing more than his sheer force of will in tow, he set off back towards The Bastion.
It was rough going, especially considering he had to improvise his gun as both a crutch and a club when the times called for it; it was fair to say that he'd earned the numerous welts and bruises on his already battered body, but he wasn't going to let The Wilds take him that easily. Eventulaly though, he had found his way home and now he was kneeling by the river as he used it's perpetually flowing waters to wash the dried blood off of his face; using the water's reflective surface to get a good look at the deep cut on the side of his head...too big to close up on its own, but too small to throw any real ruckus over.
Considering that was the most lasting bit of damage...Raile could deal; there was no way he'd let himself die before he gave his apologies in person, though he figured he might owe Zulf a few more now as he clicked his tongue and ran his finger around his head gash.]
Damn...got me good, it's gonna take a while to heal proper...though maybe I can use that fancy new hospital....
[He mumbled to himself as he leaned his head back and poured some water into the wound itself; earning him something just short of a growl as he gritted his teeth.]
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