lucetilogs | Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

I'm fine. [She's turning to stalk away.] And I don't need your help, so just... go threaten someone else or laugh or whatever it is you wanna do. I don't care.

[This would be a more impressive exit (...okay, attempt to exit] if she could walk in a straight line. Actually, the colours round here are doing a fine job of blending together. Alexei's kind of impersonating a red and silver blob right now.]

... [Now he's approaching her, just to make sure she doesn't fall or end up hurting herself.]

No you're not. You barely managed to survive that battle. You should leave this place now.

Barely survived is still surviving. [Her voice is clipped.] It's what I do. It's not like it matters. What'll happen? I get to sleep for a week? I can just take a nap. A nap. [A short bark of laughter.] Oh, Grune. A--

[OH RIGHT, SHE WAS BEING MAD AT YOU. Point. ....shaky point.] You should go find someone that actually wants your help. You're powerful, right? Get out there and kill them all.

[...Wow she's as good as gone. He reaches for her arm]

I think a nap would help-

[Suddenly, from out of the bushes came a shift hunter and it lunges right for them both. Being the one closer to it, he releases Nami and braces for the impact from the beast and goes down with it.

In comes this incredible pain the moment it bit down on his arm. The same arm that he thought had avoided Nami's attack. It was clear to him now that it was definitely injured and the hunter might have picked up on the scent of an injured person. Dammit, where the hell did his Murder go!?]

[Nami staggers back away, blinking and trying to focus on the new arrival. That it's an enemy is a given; her reaction times are slowing, she notes, and Nami can't intervene in time to stop it biting Alexei. But she can slam the business end of her staff into it and try prying it off him. She's stronger than she used to be.] Get off!

[Because frying it while it's got its teeth sunk into him would be problematic at best.]

[He winces when the hound's teeth leaves the flesh of his arm, but now it was lunging for Nami. He quickly grabs it by the leg with his uninjured arm and pulls. He then moves to get up and then uses that momentum to toss the beast as far away from them as he could. It'll land a few feet away, dazed but still alive.

It was then that his Murder machine returns and starts firing at the shift hunter, causing a distraction.]

[It lunges and Nami falls back to avoid it-- literally, it seems, not quite catching herself before she hits the ground. The world isn't meant to be upending like that.

She gets her bearings (sort of) as she hears the sound of gunfire, and Nami flinches, blinking up at the arrival of the Murder. Standing now. Between the machine and Alexei's magic, she figures the Shift Hunter is toast, so she'll just... be ready to back him up and otherwise concentrate on not dying, okay?]

[That hunter did a number on his left arm, thankfully not the sword arm at least. He probably shouldn't move while he's losing all this blood though, so he'll just have to cast something quick while the Murder still has the Shift Hunter in one spot.

A few fireballs and a laser shot from his Murder ought to do it. After that...he's just going to take a moment to step back and lean against a tree. Now the added fatigue over the past few days was finally getting to him and this injury really didn't help matters.]

Damn machine. [The Murder simply stayed where it stood, deciding to scout the area while keeping its creator present.]

...

You're bleeding. [Nami has decided to promote herself to Captain Obvious today.] You should go back and get it looked at.

[She holsters her staff pieces, though it takes a couple tries to do. Looks like she's intent on continuing on.]

[He grabs her arm with his non injured one.]

You're returning as well. [Like hell you're going to keep going.]

I'm not the one injured here. [The words are curt, though her voice is growing faint. She tries to yank her arm back.] I haven't taken a single injury all week. Not really fair, is it?

[What kind of yank was that? Why was she so determined to go after them the way she is right now? She can't be this reckless]

You can't even get yourself free from my grip. Why are you so determined to get yourself injured?

I'm not determined to do any such thing! [She seems pretty pissed at that idea, actually.] I'm just-- you wouldn't understand! [Because you're Alexei the goddamned jerk, is what you are. Give her arm back, you're making her dizzy.]

[...] Whatever happened, you're in no condition to do anything about it right now. You're getting sick, you won't be helping anyone.

[Oho, that gets a flinch. And this face.]

[Annnnd rallying.] ...so what. [Getting sick. She's been sick since she got here. Nami feels like laughing. She doesn't. But the strength is gone from her voice, leaving a shaky post-adrenalin exhaustion that grows with every word.] What I do isn't any of your concern. We barely know each other, remember?

That doesn't matter out here. You are an ally, therefore your safety is my concern.

You should be concerned about your own--

[--safety. ...he's bleeding pretty badly.]

...you need a doctor. [Frowning. Actually, they're pretty far away from base.]

[He blinks, looking to his other arm. Oh yes, bleeding arm.]

I can manage the walk back. I'll return to the ships once you agree to go back as well.

[It's on the tip of her tongue to tell him to stop acting like her father or something. Then she remembers he already played that role. Someone's laughing at them somewhere, she bets.

Nami frowns and squints at the blood, then shakes her head. And frowns again when the world threatens to tilt at an impressive angle. Just gonna use you to steady herself, Alexei-- and then her jaw sets and she reaches for his arm like that was her intent all along.] Here. Give me that.

[...he has a point. She acknowledges it. She'll just... do something about that blood first.]

... [Arm, she has now.] Are you sure you can manage this? I can tend to it myself.

Your healing isn't thorough. [She remembers that healing after Kefka, even if he doesn't. Despite the snappish nature of her words, she is actually gentle with his arm, calling on Nala's magic to knit the torn flesh and stop the bleeding.

...whew. She'll just. Continue holding on for a second or two.] I can't... do anything about the blood. But it won't-- you won't. Get worse.

[Not thorough...:|. Well anyway, he's watching her more so than what she was doing.]

You've done enough. Thank you. [He's still holding onto her arm, just in case.]

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