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Who: Everyone messed up by the dragon plot, and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Blue Fish's clinic!
When: All throughout the Solrius dragon plot and through the space flight to the next destination.

[So several RPG characters, a dragon, and two messianic figures walk into a planet.

Everything is suffering and tears, there's a lot of dead people, there's no punchline. But, hey, for the survivors, the Blue Fish's clinic is treating wounds and generally being a decent place to rest and recover and pray you don't see a dragon again. And for those who weren't involved, there's enough people bedridden here that there may just be someone you want to visit.]

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I unlocked a new class. I have the class name and the skill names and that's it. I won't know what any of them do until I use them.

[WE DON'T ALL GET FANCY TOOLTIPS, KIRITO]

Can... you practice on my sword instead of my head, at least?

[He's not as squishy as a mage but his DEF stat is still not that stellar, you know.

Also it hurts.]

....No?

[That's the worst impression he's ever heard in his life.]

I'll try, but I'm not promising. If one of these moves auto-targets the head, we'll both be surprised.

[rip]

Weird. That's exactly what I heard.

[ He's got no problem with wordy! Especially when he's curious about something. ]

Wow. Yeah, multiple elements isn't really a thing in my world. Mana's pretty specialized, and if someone's got an affinity for somethin', that's it.

... So wait, what happened against Sorey? Somethin' else cast your magic?

Aside from Wind and Flash, I've got...

[She has to think for a minute.]

Fire, Ice, Lightning, Quake, Sleep, I should have Poison but there's a pain in the ass there, Cure, Heal, Defense Up...

I may have sort of... loaded a spell into my staff? I'm still not entirely sure myself. And then I got my ass kicked before I could figure it out. Battles like that are very bad times to experiment.

Must make for some awkward communication problems if your hearing is that bad. How does Nightingale cope?

Nightingale actually knows how to say what she means, so it works out.

[ He gives a low whistle. ]

Damn, that's a lot of stuff... Most of it's not even elements where I'm from, so that's really interestin'.

And yeah, generally speakin', battles against crazy strong things aren't the best time for experiments. But hey, that's over, so there's time now?

On one hand, that's true.

On the other, I think if I try to experiment right now, Doctor Crusher is going to be a much scarier boss fight than Sorey was.

[ Wince! ]

Good point. Best not to invoke the wrath of the doctor.

Edited (i can type) 2016-09-13 06:33 (UTC)

My best friend is a healer. I know better than to piss off anyone whose job is to heal people.

[She has seen some shit.]

[There's a reason the curtains were almost always drawn closed, at least from the second day and on. Clay wasn't there the first day, having spent all that time with the relief effort that had received more support than he thought it would. He'd stayed up all night, so by the second day, he was at Allen's bedside, sleeping in the chair and occasionally waking up just because of the uncomfortable position. He'd always glance at Allen then, just to see if he woke up, only to doze off again.

By the end of it he's more awake, reading a book that the clinic had provided. It's boring, but it's a way to take his mind off of things. Allen's condition, what Clay himself learned a few days ago, the conversation they'll have to have... not right now, of course. It's the worst time to tell Allen his fate, and he knows it.

He almost doesn't hear the words mumbled from Allen because of all that. But when the phrase registers, he widens his eyes, closes the book right up, and looks over at Allen, who's not only opening his eyes, but has human-looking skin now. All those horrid thoughts in his head are brushed away by the feeling of overwhelming happiness and relief, and he stands up from his chair to take one of Allen's hands, the other moving to hold his shoulder.]

Hey, you're awake!

[There's a pause]

[then he slowly points to a plate of food that's further from his bed he hasn't consumed yet]

How about that one?

This is the first I've heard!

Um...

Happy for you two?

[Allen feels disoriented, his eyesight is still blurry from slowly up. The pain in his head is sure making him feel like the lights are just a bit too bright too. He has little clue what's going on or where he was, his head felt like it was full of cotton- painkillers maybe? The last thing he remembered was the dragon and-

But him trying to piece things together stops when he hears him and the view of his smiling face enters Allen's view. It's Clay...that's right. He had told himself he wanted to get back to Clay after everything was over. And here he is...

Allen can't help but smile a little. He's hungry, so much hurts and he's not sure what's going on...but Clay's here.]

Yeah...hey you.

[The greeting gets that smile to widen a bit, and the hand on Allen's shoulder moves to the top of his head, gently stroking his hair without jostling him too much.]

Hey yourself.

[He leans down to kiss his forehead, then back again to regard him. He looks out of it, and that's to be expected. He just woke up, and he's definitely got a good dose of painkillers in his system.]

How're you feeling?

Uh...really out of it.

[He makes a laugh, which ends up to be a half cough. Irk]

What happened?

It sounds like you passed out during the fight with Mikleo.

[Clay scoots the chair closer so that he can sit near Allen's head, still holding his hand, though he'll move the other to prop his chin up as he leans his elbow on the bed.]

He... [He frowns a little, then shuts his eyes for a moment before continuing on.] The dragon was defeated. And now you're here in the Blue Fish clinic. It's been a few days since you got here... and we left the planets already.

Edited 2016-09-13 19:28 (UTC)

A few days...?

[He groans a little and he tries to move his free hand to rub his forehead, but...yeah, it's barely responding. He turns his head to glance down at it, telling it to move only seems to be getting twitching out of it. Otherwise, it feels like lead.]

I must be on painkillers, I can't move my arm...

[That's frustrating, but he can't really be surprised he's been put on it. He looks back at Clay]

Are the others okay?

Okay, well. Surprise? Please don't make a big deal out of this?

[don't be like our teams PLEASE]

Edited 2016-09-13 19:34 (UTC)

[Beverly is busy checking on Nightingale's fluids when Nightingale speaks and she turns to look in some surprise at her, that she's awake. Beverly gives her a gentle smile and rests her hand on top of Nightingale's.]

You're welcome, but it's not something you need to thank me for.

[She shakes her head, and winces- moving is not a good idea.]

It is.

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