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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 pauses, idly fiddling with his scarf for a moment.]
Tell me about it. Hearing her go on and on about those machines whenever we found something new! I liked listening to her, but it usually went over my head. It's all too much for a kid who grew up in farming country and on the road.
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Fortunately, I come from a pretty tough family. I should be able to keep myself safe, unless someone decides to stab me in the back or something.
[He rolls his eyes and gives an amused shrug at that possibility.]
But that's neither here nor there. There are plenty of jobs that need doing around here, and I have plenty of training to go around, if anyone asks. Whatever you want, I can find something. Though, I'll warn you now. I ramble. A LOT. I may not be the best teacher.
This Momo probably gave you a good primer for it, actually. We engineers tend to have our heads on a little differently than most people.
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[He lets out a small laugh.]
I still don't think I would take all that well to machines, but maybe learning how to do small repairs might not be a bad idea. That way I can figure out if something is wrong and call on your expertise to work out the rest.
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[He said that with a straight face, though his eyes are twinkling mischeviously.]
Whatever the case, any training you want, I can see to it that you get, be it medical, technical, combat, or otherwise. I'm only a master when it comes to machines, but I've got experience everywhere. Enough to fill in when we don't have other experts, certainly.
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When we have a moment, let's start with the medical. Since there don't seem to be many doctors here, that sounds a bit more important. Technical too.
[Ryu flexes his fingers, it might be now that Colin notices Ryu's hands are heavily bandaged for protection, on top of wearing a slightly armored glove and gauntlet.]
And fighting is something I'm not a stranger to.