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thebastion2014-02-21 12:29 am
followsthevoice) wrote in thebastion2014-02-21 12:29 am
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Day 161 - Something's nasty...something's foul...
Who: Raile and whoever wants to stumble over this sick kid.
When: Day 161
Where: The Monument, and perhaps other places in the Bastion.
What: Raile is really, really sick and needs help badly.
Format: Any you can think of is fine with me.
Warnings: Body squickiness, sickness, serious discussions most likely.
[There was something incredibly off, Raile could tell the minute he opened his eyes that things weren't normal about him; the right side of his face felt like it was being crushed and stabbed at the same time...like someone had covered a hammer head in zulwood oil. As well, his entire body was hot to the point where he was sweating profusely and that same crushing feeling extended down to his chest, making his breathing nothing short of a labored chore; everything part of him ached and his insides felt like they were on fire. Simply keeping his eyes open hurt and caused his world to spin right along with his stomach. Against his better judgement, Raile stood up from his bed roll--only to fall flat on his face without any help from the Skyway; it took him a few tries, but he eventually got to his carbine which he used as a crutch as he began to walk towards the center of the Bastion.
If anything, his mind was so wracked with pain and the urge to be sick that he could hardly have come up with any solid plan on where he was going; but his body sure as heck knew where it needed to go...at best, he was heading in the general direction of Zulf's tent, not that his body would be able to carry him that far. Every step his took made his world spin harder and sent an ache that pierced right through his bones; Raile was a tough kid, but even the strongest man alive had his limits...he only got as far as the monument before he collapsed once again, his rifle clattering off to the side. He could no longer keep his eyes open out of the pain the light of the sun sent through his head, so he shut his eyes and used the last of his strength to prop his back against the metal construct that rested in the center of the Bastion.
It's hum was somewhat comforting, but it did little to ease his pain as he sat against it and did his best just to breath deep, ragged breaths. He'd never felt like this in his life...and if someone didn't find him here soon, this might very well be the last time he felt like this...or felt anything at all.]
When: Day 161
Where: The Monument, and perhaps other places in the Bastion.
What: Raile is really, really sick and needs help badly.
Format: Any you can think of is fine with me.
Warnings: Body squickiness, sickness, serious discussions most likely.
[There was something incredibly off, Raile could tell the minute he opened his eyes that things weren't normal about him; the right side of his face felt like it was being crushed and stabbed at the same time...like someone had covered a hammer head in zulwood oil. As well, his entire body was hot to the point where he was sweating profusely and that same crushing feeling extended down to his chest, making his breathing nothing short of a labored chore; everything part of him ached and his insides felt like they were on fire. Simply keeping his eyes open hurt and caused his world to spin right along with his stomach. Against his better judgement, Raile stood up from his bed roll--only to fall flat on his face without any help from the Skyway; it took him a few tries, but he eventually got to his carbine which he used as a crutch as he began to walk towards the center of the Bastion.
If anything, his mind was so wracked with pain and the urge to be sick that he could hardly have come up with any solid plan on where he was going; but his body sure as heck knew where it needed to go...at best, he was heading in the general direction of Zulf's tent, not that his body would be able to carry him that far. Every step his took made his world spin harder and sent an ache that pierced right through his bones; Raile was a tough kid, but even the strongest man alive had his limits...he only got as far as the monument before he collapsed once again, his rifle clattering off to the side. He could no longer keep his eyes open out of the pain the light of the sun sent through his head, so he shut his eyes and used the last of his strength to prop his back against the metal construct that rested in the center of the Bastion.
It's hum was somewhat comforting, but it did little to ease his pain as he sat against it and did his best just to breath deep, ragged breaths. He'd never felt like this in his life...and if someone didn't find him here soon, this might very well be the last time he felt like this...or felt anything at all.]
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Hey. Can I get you anything?
[If it were him in Raile's position, he'd be asking for his body weight in water and apples.]
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[He felt like crap and his throat wasn't doing much better; some...any kind of liquid would do him well right about now.]
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[Ryu wastes no time in fetching what Raile requested, pulling up a seat next to him.]
Can you drink it yourself, or do you want me to hold the glass for you?
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egh...i got it...guess m'throat...ain't back up t'snuff yet...
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[As soon as Raile finishes the first drink, he retrieves the glass and refills it, bringing it back to him.]
I'm glad you're still with us. You looked pretty bad when you came in.
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yeah...thanks fer t'help. i'll pay y'back...in kind, trust in that...
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Don't worry about that. I'm just glad you're alright.
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[It was an old Caelondian concept, their great star was represented by a gear that the Lorn Mother took in place of her heart; when someone did you a kindness, you repaid that kindness and those acts kept the Lorn Mother's heart turning...maybe it sounded silly to someone else, but to Raile, it was akin to an unspoken law.]
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Know any good fishing spots?
[It's a long shot, but maybe Raile knows about some.]
Oh, I'd have to replace all my lost gear, too.
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[If he remembered right, there was a nice spot just off of Camp Dauncy...Brusher's tended to keep the best places in the wild's for themselves after all.]
i think...we can call that...square, huh? as fer...yer 'quipment...shards'll getcha...whatcha need there.
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I still don't want you to feel obligated to me though. I didn't even do all that much. Colin and one of his friends were the ones who completely fixed you up.
[Ryu remembers the other Ryu talking about Shards. It might be worth going out onto the Skyway soon to gather some.]
I should start trying to gather some. Wouldn't mind replacing a few things I've been missing.
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[If it was metalworking or something Ryu needed, Raile could help with that...he knew his way around weaponry at the very least.]
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Nothing of any practical value.
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I'm Ryu, by the way. Raile, right?
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[Despite the soreness, he reached up to hold out his hand for the young man to shake...it wouldn't do to be rude to him after all.]
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I've only just arrived yesterday, so I haven't met that many people yet.