minor injury meme.

[estivates]

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

Comments

[unevoke]

Shinjiro's been loosely following the adventures of Purio the pug and Stray Cat #5672 for awhile now, and while it's not exactly his place to go about chastising dog owners and their dogs for harassing stray cats minding their own business, it's not exactly something he condones on a daily basis. If things escalate he might step in, but until then he's content to stay where he is, gaze floating from person to person as he takes in daily life.

It's a pasttime broken by the approach of another person - the same one accompanying the dog from before. Shinjiro's eyebrows raise but he makes no comment until he hears out what the other boy has to say.

"There're better people to ask."

Which is true enough in its own right; he's really got nothing going for him except his height and even that's questionable in comparison to others. But he's feeling less self-deprecating than usual, and the guy seems nice enough - maybe he should at least make an effort today.

"What is it?"

He still sounds a bit gruff, a little less than approachable, but he hasn't walked away yet.

[inquisitorialness]

[ His touch warms her - maybe it's all in her head, but it's always a nice feeling when he's near. She doesn't see how anyone could look at what he's doing and think it anything other than brave. She knows Cassandra agrees, and she wishes Cullen could see even a little of it himself.

He didn't want to disappoint you. That's what Cassandra had said, and it still baffles her. How could she possibly be disappointed in him, with all he's accomplished? Everything he's been through, and come out stronger for it? ]

Maybe it is. I know you don't see it that way, but... You are a good man. I'd say you're about the only one who doesn't realize it.

[handywitharift]

"I have to make up for lost time acquiring life experience," He said, giving a half shrug. But Cullen did have a point about Bull. "He's the only Qunari I've ever seen, but he doesn't fit their reputation."

After another moment, he rose to his feet, using his good arm to push himself up. "You have to admit, though, that 'unexpected' is becoming our norm. Have you taken a look at the rest of us? I would be hard pressed to pick the most unexpected among you."

Not even mentioning what he himself had gone through.

[lyriumaddict]

I know the full extent of what I've made of my life. It's only recently I can truly say that I am proud of what I've done. There are things that still weigh upon my mind, and should. A man should never think himself so righteous that he cannot be at fault, or so pure that he cannot know corruption. I have seen what becomes of those men, and I will not...

[ He breaks himself off at that. He struggles not to lend her too much of his own burdens, and yet here they come slipping out as though at confession. He might wear the armor of a knight but he never feels so laid bare as now.

His thumb brushes gently across her knuckles as his hold on her hand shifts. ]

I will be more than that for this cause. For you.

[lyriumaddict]

"That is true. Ours is a band of the most unlikely sorts, and yet here we all stand. United under one banner and one cause," Cullen noted, hand drifting to rest against the hilt of his sword as they walked, too customary a stance for him these days. Everything felt as though it were simply preparation for the next day, the next step towards Coryphius. It might be a good thing that the Inquisitor had suggested this diversion for the evening.

Doubtless the drink would help him sleep that night and numb the pain of battle, at least for a time.

[meltinglight]

At first, he was sure the request would be refused with a response like that. Were there better people? How could he tell until he knew what would be asked of him? It was a curious thing to say. But he was willing to listen, which was all that mattered.

"Thank you!" It was important to thank someone for their time even if nothing else had been agreed upon. "My name is Naruse Tomoe. There's a kitty stuck up that tree. My dog," he looked guilty, aware he had been distracted by texts and should have stopped Purio, "chased it. Could you take a look?"

Nothing more specific than checking it out. The size of a commitment could be perceived differently than intended so Tomoe was careful not to ask too much of a stranger.

2 - 2 + 3 - 3, between DA2 and DA:I, Free Marches somewhere

[bloodyantivan]

[Zevran has mixed feelings on chaos - mostly dependent on whether or not he's the one who's caused it. Chaos is excellent cover, but it is so very chaotic. The Chantry would surely say this chaos is the domain of mages, though Zevran's seen enough of Tevinters to disagree. Aside from that, the templars, counter-intuitive to how they title themselves an order, are certainly giving chaos their own sort of flavor. Armored, pointy, spiky flavor.

He can understand the so-called rogue mages being dodgy, and he'd concede the burn on his cheeck and neck and singed hair he experienced were only a warning shot and could be much worse. He only approached the mage camp for information on the Dalish clan that supposedly made this area their home. The mages saw an absence of a staff and assumed somehow a small leather-clad Antivan elf was with the templars. No time to debate Zevran's personal opinions on the civil war, he made sure to leave a respectable distance between them since then.

But when he also politely revealed himself to a young templar recruit taking a cutting of some royal elfroot he'd hoped for, she smashed him in the face with her shield.

So. One burn, one broken nose.

What has his face done to these people to so offend them? This war has clearly spiraled into madness!

Zevran moves through the glens and thickets silently, as he does, looking about a bit of herbs, a good spot to make camp and defend it, or any sign (which he doubts he'll find) of the clan he's meant to meet.

That's when he notices a fine, familiar profile camped some small distance from the other mages.

The bushes near Anders rustle, and surprisingly speak with an Antivan accent:]

Were a handsome elf assassin call in a favor on the behalf of the Hero of Ferelden, would a gorgeous, talented mage listen? [Zevran does not call Anders a rebel. For many reasons.]

[hisownpath]

Oi, oi... Don't go around saying weird things. [He'll turn a little red in the cheeks as shrugs and looks away. Jeez, how embarrassing...] Anyway, you're more kind-hearted than me. Fighting is really the only thing I'm good at doing.

[writeswrongs]

[3/1/3 - sounds like something Castle would do to himself. y/y?]

[budpunch]

Ah, no! [ And there are the bandages, so she'll murmur a quick apology for any discomfort, and get to tending to his arm. ] I think there's a difference between fighting just because you like to, and fighting to protect others. You're very noble!

[formersurgeon]

[Y! Wanna get us started? :) ]

[thayes]

[They find their way back to Skyhold eventually, more battered than usual, and everyone goes to their own corners to lick their wounds.

Almost everyone, that is. Thayes, her arm bound in a sling and tied to her chest, takes the wobbly steps necessary to reach Josephine's office. She leans heavily--as heavily as her slight frame allows--against the door, tired from the journey and the never-quite-eased pain in her forearm.]

That...didn't go as well as we'd hoped. I wanted you to know.

((I thought perhaps we could split the difference--no one's really made a move yet, but there's been a touch of flirting. Let me know if you'd like anything changed!))

[serves]

[He'll take it as a testament to his sexual prowess. Not that he talks about his bedroom affairs with anyone.

He's been ready to go since she first started giving him that massage. With her, it doesn't take much to push him to the edge, but the man has a great deal of self-control. So, when she comes, he focuses on her, pulling her down to hold her and kiss her as he moves with her. It's only when he can tell she's coming down that he allows himself to climax, thrusting into her quickly a few times before moaning into her hair, hugging her to his chest tightly as his whole body tenses.

His side didn't like that, but... ah, fuck it.]

[hisownpath]

Wha-- Didn't I say to not say weird things?! Knock it off, will ya? [JUST GOING TO USE HIS GOOD ARM TO PULL HER CHEEK JEEZ.]

[budpunch]

O-ouch! I-- I was being honest! [ HER CHEEK. ]

[hisownpath]

Jeez... [Now he'll be letting go.] Anyway, I'll have to owe you one for helping me out.

Fang | Maximum Ride

[fnickbird]

[handywitharift]

It does seem to be a daunting task.

[A pause.]

Vivienne offered to introduce me to her tailor.

[pavus_redemit]

And why not take her up on the offer? With tailored clothes you'd look even more incredible.

[He grins at him.]

Besides, image is everything in Orlais. It might get you more respect if you look the part.

Inquisitor Lavellan | Dragon Age: Inquisition | ota

[arla]

[budpunch]

[ Rubbing her cheek... ]

Eh? No, I'm just glad I could help...

super needs to shave, GOSH

[arla]

[What she wouldn't give to be like Vivienne, to wield a blade with magic, to rush into the battlefield all ready to defend. As it is, she has been able to hold her own, but these new Red Templars... They're too fast, much too strong, and she's been barely able to keep her barrier up when they come tearing inside. The slice at her chest is luckily kept minor as the barrier breaks, the clinking of her chainmail suffering the hardest. But then there's Hawke, smashing his staff into the man's head and taking the next blow for her, and the red she sees is not simply lyrium but blood.

Left hand flying out, she opens up a rift right then and there and grabs Garrett by the arm as the pull of magic drags the Templar back, tearing him apart from the inside out until there's precious little left. The resulting mild explosion isn't enough to toss either of them to the dirt...but she knows it will only be a matter of time before more follow. They're in no shape to withstand this sort of onslaught again.]

Hawke, let's get out of here. We need to regroup.

[dreor]

[ ooc; works for me! ]


[ it figures. his first day out with the team, finally deemed well and fit enough to go back out in the field, and he goes and fucks it up. it wasn't even a serious alien invasion-type deal, just some shady HYDRA underground stuff and that should've been an easy in, easy out situation.

they weren't even ambushed. Bucky had ended up in a fist-fight with a few agents and a stray bullet from another fight across the room ended up embedding itself just below his knee. he went down fast, but Steve and his teammates were there in time to help him out. but they had to get him out after that, Bucky knew he'd just slow everyone down.

thanks to him, the mission was botched. the men they were after managed to escape, so now the Avengers are chasing after them while Bucky hobbles into the lab, setting himself down on the nearest bench with a huff and folding his arms across his chest. it's one thing to get hurt on his first mission out since Steve found him huddled up in an alley in Brooklyn - he heals fast, his threshold for pain is considerably high, so it's not the wound itself bothering him - it's another thing entirely to be the reason HYDRA got away. so he's considerably grumpy and probably not in the most chatty of moods.

and it figures, the nurse heading over to see to him is a cute girl. life sucks on so many levels. ]

It's not that bad. [ his pant leg's torn up, revealing where the bullet hit him, and there's a bit of a gash on his forehead from the fight but that's healing up quick. it's mostly his mood that's the worst off. ]

[arcanewarden]

[Any interest in a chance encounter between alumni of Kinloch Hold?]

[handywitharift]

He smiled and nodded. They could save toasts of 'To the Inquisition' until they had their drinks. After sitting and resting, Maxwell could walk a little easier. He was sore and did hope the drink would take the edge off.

"And it's all going to be written down. Probably by Varric."

Sitting down again was a relief, and he was pretty sure this was the only tavern in Thedas where he could drink without being disturbed.