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paixaorpg2008-01-18 05:10 pm
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Accelerated recuperation [Active]
Character(s): Montblanc, Zidane, Braska
Content: "Saving Private Tribal" continues.
Setting: A house in the M5 area
Time: Morning, after this
Warnings: Don't drive onto the offramp.
The house he'd found was small, and the couple who owned it were gone for now, having to be at work. But they'd kindly agreed to let Montblanc and his injured friend stay a little longer while they were out, and even helped clean the boy up until they'd had to leave. He would have to send them something by way of appreciation for this when he got the chance.
For now, the moogle sat in a high-backed chair that, while criminally comfy, did a good job of dwarfing him. He occasionally looked over at the couch for any sign of change in his companion, although there wasn't much. Montblanc's magick had done what he thought was a decent job of patching him up, but the kid had been through a lot, and probably needed rest in any case, whether or not he was sleeping naturally. And if he wasn't, well, the healer he'd called could help with that, when he arrived.
In the meantime, he'd taken his small (by hume standards; from his own point of view it was a perfectly reasonable size), well-worn clan primer out from his pocket and was flipping through its pages. He'd been right the first time, though, there didn't seem to be anything quite like the lumens he'd seen in here. Different world, different wildlife, kupo, he reminded himself. It was only natural.
There were still a good number of blank pages in here, though. Plenty of room to write down whatever he learned about these creatures, and there was plenty he wanted to know. It went beyond personal interest; they'd piqued his curiosity as a hunter. Now it was professional.
Content: "Saving Private Tribal" continues.
Setting: A house in the M5 area
Time: Morning, after this
Warnings: Don't drive onto the offramp.
The house he'd found was small, and the couple who owned it were gone for now, having to be at work. But they'd kindly agreed to let Montblanc and his injured friend stay a little longer while they were out, and even helped clean the boy up until they'd had to leave. He would have to send them something by way of appreciation for this when he got the chance.
For now, the moogle sat in a high-backed chair that, while criminally comfy, did a good job of dwarfing him. He occasionally looked over at the couch for any sign of change in his companion, although there wasn't much. Montblanc's magick had done what he thought was a decent job of patching him up, but the kid had been through a lot, and probably needed rest in any case, whether or not he was sleeping naturally. And if he wasn't, well, the healer he'd called could help with that, when he arrived.
In the meantime, he'd taken his small (by hume standards; from his own point of view it was a perfectly reasonable size), well-worn clan primer out from his pocket and was flipping through its pages. He'd been right the first time, though, there didn't seem to be anything quite like the lumens he'd seen in here. Different world, different wildlife, kupo, he reminded himself. It was only natural.
There were still a good number of blank pages in here, though. Plenty of room to write down whatever he learned about these creatures, and there was plenty he wanted to know. It went beyond personal interest; they'd piqued his curiosity as a hunter. Now it was professional.
no subject
"Yes," Braska lied. He really didn't have anywhere of his own to stay to be honest, but he didn't want to be a bother. After all, if Zidane needed some more treatment, he was likely to go with Montblanc, and the moogle didn't need anyone else to worry about. Braska had stayed outside many times before on his travels anyway. Once he was comfortable enough with this place he'd finally choose somewhere to stay, but he didn't need to be a bother to others in the meantime.
The main problem he faced was whether or not he wanted to check into a hotel here or choose one of the cheaper apartments. Zidane had been here for a few months, hadn't he? How long would Braska end up here for? "Don't worry about me," he finally said.