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

[serves]

If Mia doesn't kill me upon sight.

[inquisitorialness]

[ She half-expects him to get uncomfortable. To tell her that's not appropriate. To leave, awkwardly.

Instead, he's there, and his mouth is on hers, and she sucks in a breath, before returning the kiss. It probably isn't anything special, but it feels that way to her. Just knowing he feels the same, that this might be something she can have - when she finally has to break the kiss to catch her breath, she can't help but grin a little. ]

[inquisitorialness]

You should write her more often, then. Tell her about the good you're doing. I'm sure she wants to know. [ Like she's one to talk, she doesn't write to her family much, either, except in an official capacity - but that's different. Her parents love her, in their way, though they've never known how to talk to her, not since her magic manifested. And now, well. She makes use of their connections when she needs to, reluctantly, but she knows they use her just as much.

She rather envies Cullen his family. ]

[serves]

I know I should. [Another sigh. He loves his siblings and misses them. He wants the to meet the Inquisitor, see the woman that he loves so much.]

They'll ask questions. Not--not questions about us. Those I do not mind, not from them. But about my time in the Circle, Kirkwall... it's only natural.

[He doesn't like talking about either of those things.]

[like_a_gerbil]

Steve might have kept fighting when Iron Woman got knocked out, but lingering in the back of his mind is a fear that he refuses to acknowledge. Not while they're fighting or while his ears are ringing from the explosion that leaves he bruised and blooded. JARVIS might have patched into his comm to tell him that Natasha was safe but he didn't hear it at first.

As soon as he knows that no one is going to come after him, Steve runs toward where he last saw the armor. Seeing the repulsors dead makes that fear louder but the suit isn't dead. He knows enough about it to know that. If it's not dead, then the worst hasn't happened.

"Tasha?" Shaking his head even though he knows it won't help with his hearing, he grins when he realizes she'd spoken. For a second, he hesitates, knowing better than to touch without Tasha's directions. "What do you need?"

[shiftbreak]

[ Recovering from his emotional state before cracking another smile... the sass helps, anyone that has time to sass has time to live. Zidane doesn't often worry and the idea that he's inwardly worrying so badly confuses him.

What had Vivi said that one time? My worries have worries? Good statement, everyone eventually relates— ] Ha, guess they haven't been. [ Taking the end of the blanket and pulling it to his face, ick... they did sort of smell like unwashed oldness. ] And why would I take you back to that decor disaster? You should spend time with your family.

[ ...He wants to help them, help Mikoto, Kuja, and every single genome. Their important, their lives matter, and the very idea they've been told otherwise isn't acceptable. ]

[lyriumaddict]

[ He catches that smile, mirroring it with one of his own. A soft huff of breath and he leans close, forehead pressed to hers. That happened. The world didn't crumble around them. This is all real and she's still here, close at hand, smiling as though he'd made her truly happy simply from a kiss. ]

...have I proven myself, then?

[ No request denied. To think a mage holds this power over him, and he doesn't think twice about giving it to her willingly. ]

[womanofiron]

"I'm gonna tell JARVIS to release what he can, but I don't think it's coming off my right arm normally."

It's really not. She can't look at it too closely, but she can feel where some of the plates twisted around and started digging into her skin. "Might need you to pry that part off."

[arcanewarden]

[She doesn't recognize the man immediately, not a decade on and in a context utterly divorced from any she would expect. Amell just recognizes the demeanor, all too common in officers amongst any force. The decent ones, at least, who don't spend lives without need.

She steps in beside her sister healer, the corners of her mouth quirkiness in amusement at the parting mutter of exasperation.]

If you're not going to be reasonable for your own sake, at least set a good example for your men.

[inquisitorialness]

I know.

[ Of course it's only natural that they would ask. But - ]

If they really do care about you - and I think they do - they'll understand if you don't want to talk about those things.

Besides, I should think your happiness now would be the most important thing. You are happy? As much as you can be, I mean.

[like_a_gerbil]

At least now he knows that it's not going to electrocute him when he tries... which is something he sometimes worries about when the armor's been hit like this.

"I'll try to be as careful as I can. Tell me if I do anything that hurts." Kneeling down, he runs his fingers lightly over the metal, feeling for the weak points that he'll mention to Tasha later. He might be able to get it off without hurting her worse. Carefully digging his fingers into the places he knows should give him access, he slowly begins prying the metal loose, watching to make sure it doesn't dig into her arm. "If you wanted me to show off how strong I am, you could've just sent a couple tanks my way instead of scaring me like that."

[inquisitorialness]

[ Proven what? Her mind feels a little hazy, caught up in the sudden rush of delight from that kiss, and then -

Oh, yes. That he would do anything she asked. ] Yes, I -

I'm not - overstepping? You're - you want - with me -?

[ Perhaps she's thinking the same - after all he's been through, he doesn't mind that she's a mage? It doesn't bother him? ]

[lyriumaddict]

Is it so unreasonable that they should see to those wounded before troubling themselves over me?

[ Of course, she has a valid point. His hand drops as his eyes search the craggy terrain just over the dunes, thankful at least that there is no longer a dragon to contend with in these parts. A headache and a little weariness is a small price to pay, considering what they may have gained here overnight.

The years have done their work on him, lent him more lines around his eyes and a scar above his mouth. Heat exhaustion has left him pale, sweat heavy on his brow, and there is a weight on his shoulders that he seems braced to carry even now. There would be no shock if anyone who knew him from his days at the Fereldan Circle would hesitate to recognize him now.

Without looking to her, he bows his head slightly. ]

...my apologies. It was not my intent to be short with her. I will be well.

[serves]

[He used to be so open with his siblings. Tell them everything. A lot of that included his wishes to become a Templar, become a protector--and look what that's done to him.

Her question catches him completely off guard.]

What? Yes. Yes. I've never been this happy--and you? You're... happy. Right? As much as you can be?

[womanofiron]

She smirks and bats her eyes at him. "But I've seen the tank trick before. I need something new and entertaining."

She sucks in a breath and grits her teeth when the shifting metal presses up against her shoulder a little harder than it had before, but she's pretty sure it's not causing an significant damage.

[lyriumaddict]

More than anything.

[ There's not a shred of doubt left in him, and when doubt surfaces instead across her face he releases his hold on her hand, touching fingertips gently to her cheek instead. ]

I didn't think that we...that it would be possible. But if it is...

[ Then his heart may very well burst in his chest. It's a near thing as it is, hammering rapidly against his rib cage as she gazes up at him. ]

5-2-1

[atlasia]

[ Sion isn't going to admit that she got hurt trying to help out Satsuki and might have fallen on her head. Why they wanted to hang something up inside of their back alley cardboard box fort house was a mystery.. Since her though processes were running normally it wasn't that big of a concern.

Besides the notable bump on her forehead, but it wasn't going to stop her since she had planned to meet Shiki. ]

[inquisitorialness]

[ She nods. ] Yes. Very, very happy. Coming back here, to you, it's like coming home.

[like_a_gerbil]

"I've done this trick before but with armor less fancy than yours."

That was easier. Just bash at it with his shield until he got through. This is delicate... frustrating. Noticing her reaction, he forgets about caution, sliding his fingers beneath the panels. The gloves are probably going to be sliced up unless Tasha thought to make them for this kind of work. When he's sure he has a good enough grip to keep the pressure away from her arm, he pulls off the plate, then starts on the second.

"Schmidt thought armored soldiers would slow me down." As Steve steadily pulls the armor free, he tells her about that particular ambush, hoping to distract her while he works. "You would've been horrified by how bad their tech was."

[inquisitorialness]

Why wouldn't it be possible? [ Almost reluctantly, she reaches out, touches his face gently. ]

[lyriumaddict]

The way things are, who we are...it complicates matters.

[ The Herald and her commander. No doubt people would talk, whisper, draw conclusions. Here it might be looked upon with more kindness, considering their friends and allies, but elsewhere? Maker knows what they'll say about them.

Never mind the Damocles sword of her magical talents, and his past. ]

But if you want this too, then none of it matters. Not to me.

[ His eyes slipped shut as her hand grazed his cheek, a quiet breath taken. ]

[serves]

I'm... I'm happy to hear that. [How many times can he say happy?] Whatever I can do to make you happier, all you need do is say the word.

you're good!

[funds]

[There's a sight you don't hear everyday -- see everyday. Gaius might've been able to feign more concern, had they been in the midst of battle..or if, y'know, he hadn't been screwing around.]

Oh, yeah? You mean to say it's not all about chanting and high-flown mumbo jumbo?

[What is even the point of antagonizing Henry when he's already in need of a medic? Who knows.]

Gonna make it? I don't think the princess'll come running if I shout from here.

[Here, being his current coordinates, which are: some several feet away from Henry, where he's busily inspecting his latest satchel of diabetes. He's not entirely sure where the others have gone off to -- primarily the healers, Blue, you know. The important folk he ought to heed..but to be fair, he's not sure how he ended up at camp with a Manakete and a mage either.]

[funds]

[totally cool! should i start us off? P:

...i mean, it makes most sense that i do, but just to check!]