Man I'm Just Trying To Shop For My Kid Here

[therewerefifty]

Who: Otono-somethingsomething Makie and you
Broadcast: fleetwide audio.
Action: Junkstation
When: Soon after the events of this post.

[Audio]

There are slavers aboard the waystation who are actively seeking cargo.  [The mildly courteous tone Makie is known for is absent, though she doesn't sound angry.  Inflectionless.  Possibly a little strained, if anyone knows her well enough.] 

This is the second time I know of they've attempted to take someone, and this time they've succeeded.  His name is... Max.  He's a crew member of the Starstruck.

We know where he is.  [Thanks to polite inquiries made of a survivor.  Very polite inquiries.]  We need assistance to retrieve him. 

...and a doctor, also.  Thank you.

[...totally asking for Tempest on that last one, okay.]

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[noprophecies]

[she's sitting nearby, grumbling under her breath as she investigates the worst of her injuries - and immediately stopping at the mention of a doctor. Her head jerks up and she frowns, eyeing Makie]

I hope that request is for yourself.

action;

[therewerefifty]

[Makie's eyes flick up to meet Tempest's for a moment, before they drop pointedly to look at the way she's favouring one side.]

Of course it's for myself. [Mildly.] I'm not so foolish as to continue a battle against such odds when I'm at a disadvantage that can be easily dealt with first.

[It's not a thinly disguised lecture! Just... an observation.]

[noprophecies]

[she immediately drops her hand, nose wrinkling]

I am used to stubborn men who do not know when to seek help when they need it, so I apologize.

[look at her gracefully sidestepping any thinly disguised lecture-observations, so smooth]

[therewerefifty]

[Oh very smooth. Her lips twitch, which may be the first hint of expression she's given. Besides ow, I've been shot, anyway.]

I am also used to such stubborn men. They tend to die sooner rather than later. [Max is one. She's pretty sure.]

Do you intend to go after him?

[noprophecies]

That they do. I have known my fair share. [she agrees, Max is one. He told her to run, so he's dumb]

I do, for all that he will likely not be happy about it. [she tilts her head] Do you intend to as well?

[therewerefifty]

Of course. I'm not one to send others in my place. [Her hand goes to her shoulder, lightly resting over the bloodstains.]

But if I go in without treatment, I'll prove more of a liability. It's good to know how much I can handle before I go, especially if a life is on the line.

[noprophecies]

[she inclines her head a bit, accepting. She may be a bit of a hypocrite, having prepared to scold her if she had said otherwise, but it appeared she didn't need to be.

She winces a bit and presses her fingers into her side, judging the damage]

I can heal it if you like, once a doctor has looked at it. At the very least it will stop the bleeding and allow it to heal a bit quicker.

[she could only manage smaller healing spells up here but she has to offer regardless. Makie did save her, after all]

[therewerefifty]

[That surprises her, and she stares at Tempest a moment before looking chagrined.]

I would appreciate that. I'm sorry-- I didn't know you were a healer as well as a...

[...okay what do you call someone who uses magical fire, god knows. She trails off, then starts again.]

I should have asked before I called in for a doctor.

[She's worried she was rude, lmao go figure.]

[noprophecies]

—no, no, I should have offered before you made the call. A doctor would be better regardless, I am not as powerful as a proper healer.

[she'd been so caught up "questioning" their captive and everything else that it'd slipped her mind. She generally didn't bother to heal herself]

[therewerefifty]

It's good to know either way. Being able to heal is such a gift.

[...

She smiles faintly.] It's an interesting way to meet someone new. My name is Makie.

[noprophecies]

[she can't help but smile a bit as well, nodding]

Had you not come along when you did, I doubt we would here now exchanging introductions. I am Tempest; well met, Makie.

[therewerefifty]

[Tempest is pretty fitting, she thinks. Her smile grows warmer for a moment, before it fades.]

They wanted him but not you. Do you know why, or were you just... too much for them to handle?

[noprophecies]

[she shakes her head and sighs, shifting a bit with a wince]

It sounded as though he'd had a run in with them before. The one I killed first spoke of some mistake.

As for me, I think they just wanted me dead for interfering. [she says it a little blandly, as it isn't the first time she's heard it]

[therewerefifty]

[She gives a thoughtful hum, but that's really not surprising.]

That man has a knack for annoying all sorts of people, it seems. Though in this case, I imagine they more than deserved it.

Can your healing magic help your ribs?

[noprophecies]

That doesn't surprise me. [she didn't know Max well, but then again, she seemed to befriend the ones who were magnets for trouble.

She tilts her head at the question and faintly shakes her head]

They are not broken, so I would rather save the magic for you or for when we go get Max. I will heal them after.

[therewerefifty]

As long as you're sure. [She's gonna ask the doctor to take a look at you when he gets here, just FYI.]

The ribcage is complicated and fragile area. [She sits, applying further pressure to her shoulder.] Further injury could be lethal.

[noprophecies]

[she quirks a brief smile] I know. There is no pain when I breathe, and nothing shifts when I move, so it is not a dire injury. Just painful.

When the doctor arrives, he can look at them. [she thinks she can relent to that much]

[therewerefifty]

[Ah, actually that doesn't sound so bad, true.]

I think as long as you wrap them, they shouldn't take further damage.

[Just, y'know. Go lie down for a while after we kill a lot of slavers, okay.]

[noprophecies]

Mmm, and I will certainly do my best not to get hit again.

[she will absolutely go lay down after they kill slavers]