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bakerstreet2016-07-29 12:08 am
meemz) wrote in bakerstreet2016-07-29 12:08 am
MINOR INJURIES MEME
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.
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[Trying to remember what it was anyway, since Trip is making a big deal out of it.] ...Big bug...
With legs. [How, descriptive. Walking again was probably the worse thing he could've done.]
[too awkward to talk, sends GIANT SNAKE instead]
His eyes snapped wide.]
With a LOT of legs, dark red, with a black belly, like a centipede?!
[If it was a Scolipede...] They're poisonous!
[He's going to hold him by both shoulders now, back against the tree— he might not be able to walk, but he'd rather he stay awake and standing than lying on the ground and giving in.
He'd let him go to try and dig through his bag, but he doesn't really talk when he's under stress and what would he even say, but he doesn't want him sleeping either... Serperior shows concern, so he tries to send Serperior to keep Emizel company. Big snake, head hovering in front of him, hard to sleep like that, right...?]
sneeeeek
[Getting pushed to the tree was not the most pleasant thing in the world, but if Trip was worried about keeping him awake then it worked for that. Besides, being poisoned is not something he wanted either, they're always awful. Always.]
[But Emizel can wait protesting, or asking whatever Trip was up to now, because there's a giant grass snake staring at him. It's certainly a distraction, though how long it's going to work while his health slowly deteriorates is uncertain.]
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This could be a problem.
Serperior rears and narrows its eyes, warningly, but not so much as to be a full-blown Leer. It's no less an awkward caretaker than its own trainer...]
H-hey, Emizel.
[That name feels heavy and unfamiliar on his tongue, actually calling him by name... he doesn't normally do that with anyone. But he wants his attention and he wants to keep it. He's forcing a casual tone, but it's difficult...]
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...W-what is it?
[he's......... so bad at this...........]
I never did thank you for what you did during that fight with Sosyne, right? I... nearly died then, so, thank you for keeping me safe.
[Bringing this up seems to sadden Serperior, who was left behind so it wouldn't try to save him from the stunt he pulled.
He would've been down for the count a LOT earlier, that's for sure, and gotten more mangled than just his arm and leg, so every bit of help counted.]
... you did good.
[SO AWKWARD. And maybe this conversation had too much of a sense of finality? He shouldn't sound so pessimistic. Nonetheless, he releases Tranquill and whispers an order to it. The bird Pokemon inclines his head, listens, and then immediately takes off in flight.]
....Hahahaha
Can't imagine it's great for blood flow.Poor demon is a little lost for words from hearing that.]...W-why bring that up now? That was almost a year ago. [He's supposed to be a big, tough, threatening reaper - not a softie. G-get it right!]
he's tryiiiiiiiiing but it's all backfiring
[Aaaand now his face is practically scarlet instead of just rosy-cheeked.]
That's also why I'm going to stay here with you until you're good to travel again!
It's beautiful |D
[But if Emizel did not look at Trip straight on maybe he won't feel as awkward about the whole thing, as he slinks deeper into his hood to hide his reddened face. The jacket is at least useful for one thing.]
...S-statuses like these do eventually wear off. [No that's not a hint of worry in his voice. He's one chill dude. Just...just one that's slowly having their health tick away.]
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He hopes Tranquill will return with the necessary herbs and berries soon... he thought he saw Pecha on the way, why didn't he take any? What a waste...]
... has this happened to you before?
["Statuses" is an awfully cold, technical way to put it... come to think of it, do demons suffer from these things the same way? Maybe it really will clear up on its own.
Meanwhile, Tranquill has found and acquired the needed berries and herbs! All it has to do is fly back...]
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[Cringes under more of the pain however. And some teeth gritting to fight it off.] --It's never pleasant though.
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He left his bag and moved to sit in front of him.]
... sounds like you had it rough.
You won't have to suffer for long.
[Tranquill's cry rung out from a distance away, so, it seems it was on its way!]
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[Though he does hear the sound of a bird nearby and looks up. ...Trip did send one of those out earlier, didn't he?]
[cries about losing replies because the 'net keeps dropping out]
[He wanted to say that's not something anyone should have to "get used to," but it's not his place to say...
Indeed, he did! Tranquill descends, beating its wings to slow down before it rests gently before Trip and deposits the berries it helds in its feet into his lap, bowing its head to offer the herbs in its beak.]
Thank you, Tranquill.
[It coos happily as he pets it, then, Trip slowly realizes:
1. He's never prepared herbal medicine for a human(oid... demon...) before.
2. He has no medicine bowl or anything to cut or grind stuff up with.
He threaded the herbs back into Tranquill's mouth.]
Can you snap these to pieces for me?
[It tilted its head, then started to cut them up.]
... Emizel, can you eat stuff? Do you drink things?
[This is so embarrassing...]
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'Course there's antidotes. [He answers that first. Though, once he sees that the bird pokemon came back and Trip had something, he tried sitting up straighter. Apparently well enough to make snappy comments, but re-positioning not so much.]
What is that...?
[Is it supposed to be edible?]
[we are getting our medicine-making advice from a bird]
... m-medicine.
[Ugh, why is he stuttering?!]
I'm still making it, but it's gonna be medicine!
[There's some conspiratory glances as he whispers to Tranquill with a hand hiding his mouth, Tranquill seems to say something that makes him blanch, then, he starts miserably chewing up leaves from the side of his mouth, teeth gritted and lips peeled back because he wants no contact more than absolutely necessary with these things.]
...jfc
...A-are you sure you know what you're doing?
r.i.p.
[All muffled because he doesn't want to give away the fact that he's pre-chewing this stuff up, okay?!
Chewed-up leaves end up in a bottle of water and swished around along with the snipped-up herbs, crushed berry juice...
The hellish concoction is now a very troubling colour, murky and lumpy.]
Here!
[He presents it with far too much force, trying to mask embarrassment.
Tranquill rests on his arm still, tilting its head and craning its neck as it watched to see if Emizel would take it.]