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apocalypsehowcomm2022-03-29 05:55 pm
whisperedone) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-03-29 05:55 pm
Log- Guiding Light (Closed)
Who: Garner (whisperedone) and Caduceus (thatsreallygreat)
When: Just after this thread
Where: ADI medical wing
Summary: Garner goes in search of medical aide, preferably the familiar kind
Warnings: Likely discussion of self-inflicted wounds, will update as needed!
Adrenaline is the buzz in his veins that creates a tempo for his steps as he returns to ADI. He’s bloody and worn out but he’d need safety before he could clean up. He was taught to hunt alone, but a month of no activity and a month back home hunting with others, he’s lost some touch. Combined with the knowledge his opponent had been stronger than him, there’s no doubt his abilities had kept him as whole as he was, even if he’s sure he’s fed…something by using them. It was the price to pay.
He’s wrapped his arm in the cured black leather strip it’s usually covered in, though he’s not sure it’s done anything to staunch the blood of the various cuts and scratches there, the occasional ‘plip‘ he hears suggests maybe not. His shirt is tacky where she’d gotten through to his upper arm and shoulder, but there’s little he can do until he gets to where he’s going.
It’s as he’s making his way to the medical wing, glaive blade at his back as well as left arm and shoulder all bloody, that it occurs to him Caduceus had said he works here…that would be nice. His voice had been soothing.
Garner pauses as he pushes the door he finds open, voice low as ever, but now tired. “Hello?”
whisperedone) and Caduceus (thatsreallygreat)When: Just after this thread
Where: ADI medical wing
Summary: Garner goes in search of medical aide, preferably the familiar kind
Warnings: Likely discussion of self-inflicted wounds, will update as needed!
Adrenaline is the buzz in his veins that creates a tempo for his steps as he returns to ADI. He’s bloody and worn out but he’d need safety before he could clean up. He was taught to hunt alone, but a month of no activity and a month back home hunting with others, he’s lost some touch. Combined with the knowledge his opponent had been stronger than him, there’s no doubt his abilities had kept him as whole as he was, even if he’s sure he’s fed…something by using them. It was the price to pay.
He’s wrapped his arm in the cured black leather strip it’s usually covered in, though he’s not sure it’s done anything to staunch the blood of the various cuts and scratches there, the occasional ‘plip‘ he hears suggests maybe not. His shirt is tacky where she’d gotten through to his upper arm and shoulder, but there’s little he can do until he gets to where he’s going.
It’s as he’s making his way to the medical wing, glaive blade at his back as well as left arm and shoulder all bloody, that it occurs to him Caduceus had said he works here…that would be nice. His voice had been soothing.
Garner pauses as he pushes the door he finds open, voice low as ever, but now tired. “Hello?”
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"Garner, right?"
He's not the best at remember names, but he's pretty sure he's got that one right. It only takes a quick look to notice the blood and how worn out the man looks... and the glaive doesn't go unnoticed.
"What happened?" The figbolg frowns and sweeps closer, immediately trying to get a better look.
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