Serene Serenes (Sept 10-13)

[om_nom_namur]

Who: The Spades. Any allies that might still be hanging around.
Where: Serenes
When: 9/10-9/13
What: The crew goes to Serenes so their Heron Princess won't die
Warnings: Language?
Style: Action or prose, whatever
Status: Open

After a nasty prolonged battle, the Spades deserve a nice, peaceful retreat.

Comments

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur grunts and grits his teeth. His fin is one of the few really sensitive to touch parts of him, which is precisely why the Tamer did this to him. The skin is half healed around the ring, so basically Zeff has to open the wound again. Namur somehow manages not to cry, but it's a near thing. He's still pretty shaky, and his Will is still a little broken.]

Hooks're death. Hate them damn things.

[He takes a big breath after the first ring, steeling himself for the next.]

Okay, go.

[redfootzeff]

[Zeff also has a bottle of rum on hand. He pours a little onto the fin to disinfect the now-open wound along with running over where he'll be pulling out the next ring before offering the bottle for Namur to take a drink from it.]

[He then starts in on the second one, working to remove it just like the other one.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Yeah, shit, no, that stings ahhhhhh!!! Namur has to fight to remember how to use haki to make stuff happen. Like willing himself to not cry like a shitty little pup. That bottle of rum? Is not enough to do anything from the inside. Just as well keep it and use it for further torture. Namur will be fine. He's doing fine. He wants this.

Deserves this.

No.

Not anymore.

This isn't a question of deserved or not, this is just cause and effect. Shit hurt going in, it's gonna hurt coming out. Nature. It's how shit works.

He'll be fine.

Just give him a second to catch his breath.]

Damn.

[He doesn't even know what to do about the bracer. That thing's flush and thick and not going to cut easily. But he'll deal with that later. There's one more ring, right at the base of his fin. Namur wipes his face on his sleeve, then nods that he's ready.]

Let's get this shit done.

[redfootzeff]

[Zeff is eyeing that bracer. He has a feeling he's going to have to break out one of his knives to cut the flesh to help get that thing off.]

[Without warning, he goes to take out the last ring, having gotten the trick to it down with the previous two. He makes it as quick as possible.]

Now the bracer.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur unclenches his fists and sits up, glad that at least that part's over.]

Y- yeah. Thanks, man. I don't- They...

[It's not often that Namur feels sick to his stomach, but damn if it isn't churning right now. Gotta loosen up. Relax. Let things settle down. Breathe.]

How y' gonna do it?

[He can totally taste his own distress in the air, like a chemical beacon shouting "I'M INJURED COME EAT ME!" He'll have to shunt those somehow before he goes back into the sea. Maybe he'll find someone to curl up with while he gets his awesome back. Yeah, that's a good plan.

But first.]

Mean. I ain't seen it, but. 'S in there hard 'nuff they could hook this thickass chain t' the cielin' an'...

[Nope, sick feeling's coming back. Let's not go there.]

[redfootzeff]

Working on figuring that out.

[He's carefully looking over how the bracer is sunk into the flesh.]

I'm going to try cutting the top of it off first. Give myself some room to work on getting the part that's in your fin out.

[om_nom_namur]

Don't think them overgrown scissors is gonna do the job, 's the only thing.

[At least the trailing edge of his fin is going numb now, the rum finally doing its job.]

Korra ain't doin' good. Mako's gone. Ace's run off. Shit. 'S Chandra back? One a them fire types could maybe warm it up, make it softer, y' know?

No, cuz then I'd burn. Damn. We got anythin' else t' cut metal with?

[redfootzeff]

Haven't seen Chandra. Might be able to do the same job by heating something up in the oven to use it on the damn thing though.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur cringes, feeling like the last place he ought to be going with a cut up fin is anywhere near an oven lest anyone be too tempted. But he's not got much of a choice, and gets shakily to his feet.]

Let's see what y' got.

[It can't be any worse than what he's been through, and even if it is... at least the intent is friendly.]

[redfootzeff]

Bring the rum with you. I suspect you'll need it.

[Namur might drive him nuts sometimes, but Zeff is going to take no pleasure in this. It's going to hurt the fishman a lot.]

[He makes a detour to grab a spare chunk of iron for this. He's not gonna use his other kitchen equipment for this. Bad enough he's using his oven. He feels like he's committing a sin as he sticks the metal inside and heats up the oven to four hundred degrees.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur does indeed bring the rum, and sits at the table in the galley, watching Zeff curiously.]

The hell y' gonna do, Gramps? 'S that oven really gonna get hot 'nuff t' melt this shit off?

[redfootzeff]

Not sure if I can get it hot enough to melt it off. Won't try for two reasons: One, pretty sure melted gold won't come off the bottom of an oven easily and can ruin the oven; two, I'd have to shove your whole fin in there, and I'd like to avoid that.

[That seems downright cruel and unusual.]

The idea is to heat up the iron--which I know won't melt in the oven--and then press it to the ring to heat it up and soften it so it's easier to cut through. Best case scenario, the heat will do most of the work for us and melt through the gold.

[And he's already gathering dish towels to cover your fin so any melted gold doesn't end up on it.]

I'm gonna try and get the top off. Once the ends cool, we can try to pull out the half that's in your fin.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur nods tiredly, then dumps a good portion of the rum down his throat.]

Gonna need a hell of a lot more a this shit 'fore yer through, that's for damn sure.

[He drops his head down to the table, using his arms to support it.]

[redfootzeff]

I'll get you another bottle.

[He'd rather have you unconscious drunk for this anyway.]

[He heads towards the pantry to do just that.]

[om_nom_namur]

[He'll be asleep hunched over the table by the time Zeff gets back. It's been a rough month, ok?]

[redfootzeff]

[Well, this makes things simple.]

[Zeff sets the rum down and covers Namur's fin with the dish towels. Then he pulls out the scrap iron from the oven using a set of kitchen tongs and presses it up against the gold. As suspected, the oven isn't hot enough to get the iron bar up hot enough to melt gold, so sticking Namur's fin in there would've been pointless.]

[However, he keeps pressing into the gold with the hot iron. Judging by the small dent he's creating, he's at least getting the idea of softening it to make it easier to shape or cut through working.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Zeff is a hero of the highest order. Namur will probably stay passed out until he's done and then for awhile after. Might want to clear him out of the way before mealtime though.]

[redfootzeff]

[It's going to take a while to get through that first side of the ring since he's figuring out the best way to do this. That and he has to periodically re-heat the iron bar. Still, he does get the idea, so the second side is going faster. Shouldn't be much longer until he can remove the entire top half of the ring.]