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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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[He gently pats the little pokemon's head, regarding her with a kind smile.]
If anything, I probably couldn't have done anything for Zulf without her help. They seem pretty close.
[He doesn't really want to disturb her rest, but he does still want to give her back to AZ.]
Sorry, I didn't get a chance to introduce myself earlier. My name is Ryu. Well... Same name, different person.
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It's good to meet you. And thank you for your help with... everything.
[About Floette and Zulf, though...]
She seems to like fussing over him. I'm not really sure how much they've been around each other, but she does seem to like him.
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Don't worry about it. I've learned in my travels that if you have power, you should use it to help other people.
[Ryu pauses, glancing away for just a moment.]
Or at least don't make things harder for them.
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It's a good philosophy. One I should have learned earlier than I did.
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But I also believe mistakes don't make someone a bad person.
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[Floette looks between the two before letting out a little 'Flo...'.]
... Sorry, I didn't mean to get into this.
[He holds a hand out for Floette, who lands on it and allows the headpettings to commence.]
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It's alright. It's important to think about if you're in that kind of position.
[Ryu takes a seat next to AZ, happy to have a moment to chill out.]
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[Floette just nuzzles into his hand, too tired for objections of any kind.]
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[Ryu's lips curl into a small smile.]
That has to count for something, right?
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[He smiles back, though he doesn't feel that happy inside. He's glad the kid is safe, but it's just not enough repayment.]