high_seas | HazMat Log 005 ♔ The great multicolored north

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HazMat Log 005 ♔ The great multicolored north

Who: Hazardous Materials
Where: Dermaevern, Breakneck Cay and eventually Candy Mountain
When: 5/1-5/31
What: Exploring the north and making Gaius' diet last longer than it should be
Warnings: bore sharks, sugar-free torture, wine that makes you high as balls and our impending doom
Style: Any!
Status: Open if you're in the area?

Hazardous Materials' May log of doom! Date your stuff, you all know the drill.

5/1-5/7: Sailing to Dermaevern
5/8-5/15: Dermaevern Shenanigans!
5/16-5/22: Sailing to Breakneck Cay
5/23-5/24: Who in their right mind thought it was a good idea to go here?
5/25-5/31: Hunting down Candy Mountain

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Guess you could call it something of a healing potion. It's from back home. Not a bad thing to have if you're in a fix on the battlefield, but it only works so well.

[He offered it to her again.]

[Well she was definitely in no place to argue. She's never actually used a healing potion before. But if it'll dull down the pain, might as well.

The champion takes to small bottle and downs its contents. A little weird in the taste department. But she could feel her head starting to clear up. That was a start.

Her grip on his arm loosened, but didn't let go. Not yet.
She wouldn't admit it. But she could use the company for a bit.]

Thanks...

[Gaius nodded at Garchomp, a go ahead to lower Cynthia back down.

He probably couldn't get to his feet at the moment whether he wanted to leave or not. Now that the worst was over, he felt physically and mentally sapped.]

Anytime... -not...that I hope this ever happens again, mind.

[He smiled lopsidedly.]

Get some rest, Cynthia.

Well I can't promise, but I'll be sure to check for crazy locals before I enter an area.

[She wipes away whatever leftover tears she had left. Then stops the dragon before it even got the chance to lower her. Instead, she asked for a little assistance in shifting her position a bit so she could wrap her arms around the man. She was too drained. But hopefully he understood that it was a thank you hug.]

Always a good thing to check for.

[He blinked as she moved to hug him as best she could, awkwardly returning the embrace with a reassuring pat on her back.]

You've saved my life far too many times...

Hey, don't give me all the credit. Stalwart's the one that made sure you got back here in one piece.

True...where is he anyway? I still owe him an explanation.

[She lets go of him and lays back down, with the assistance of her dragon of course.]

But you still deserve my thanks, Gaius. There's a tiny jar of honey there on my desk...it's enough for one spoonful and...I'm willing to look the other way. Just this once.

Probably wearing a hole in the deck or something.

[Maybe someone should go tell Leo that everything's okay. Gaius didn't think he'd be able to make it to the door, but he can't help but perk at the mention of honey.]

R-really?

Yes, really.

[He looked over at the desk- that honey could be spotted a mile away. ....of course it seemed a mile away for how cooperative his legs felt.

-not that that was going to stop him. He'd crawl if he had to.]

[Well...she could recall her friends telling her she could make men crawl if she really wanted to. Of course at the time they meant she could have any guy she wanted, and this was a completely different situation.

She raised her hand to signal one of her pokemon to go fetch the bottle for him, and Lucario did it with a little class. Even kneeling and presenting the bottle to the thief as if it was an offering to a god.

Crazy little dog.]

[Okay, that, he didn't expect. Nodding awkwardly at Lucario in thanks, Gaius accepted the little bottle. He could have been holding some priceless antique for how carefully he took it into hand.]

Its honey from back home. We usually use it to attract wild pokemon with its scent and super sweet taste. So enjoy it.

[A wince as she shifts herself into a more comfortable laying position. She could see the small red stain on her bandage and mentally cringes. How could she have been so stupid?]

Don't mind if I do.

[You won't mind if he just kinda parks himself there against the bed for now, right? He'd clean up here in a while- unless he fell asleep, but not before he tried some of that honey.

-although catching a glimpse of Cynthia, he paused.]

....try to take it easy, okay?

[No please go ahead, she doesn't mind having him there in the slightest, and even if he does end up falling asleep, she'd probably share her blanket or something.

She slowly reaches out to ruffle his hair.]

Okay...I promise.

[If he was annoyed by the gesture then he seemed too tired to care. He was glad that Cynthia was all right, though. As calm as he'd been throughout taking care of her injury, he was only glad that it hadn't been any worse. Any deeper or angled even just a fraction one way or another and things could have been a lot more serious.

All the same, he whispered a silent prayer to Naga, wherever the god fit into a place like this.

Some time later would find him having dozed off beside the bed, not so much completely out of running low on adrenaline so much as wanting to be nearby in case he was needed.]

[She watched as the thief took a seat next to her bed. She gently played with strands of his ginger hair as she watch him slowly drift off into peaceful slumber. In her world, she would have been in a hospital. She would have been strapped to a morphine drip that would have knocked her out ages ago. But she didn't have pain killer here, and the pain kept her very much awake.

The knife was gone, it left a wound, but not a reason for her to stay down. It took a lot of effort. She had to make sure not to wake the sleeping thief as she tried to sit up and get out of bed. Her pokemon understood how careless their trainer could be. Garchomp volunteered to help her up and take her wherever she wanted to go.

"To the deck. I want to see the sun set."

And so, slowly but surely, she was taken there,]

[Leo was standing on the deck, his shoulder all wrapped up and his swords not on him as he had just finished cleaning the blood off them and left them in the men's bunk. Right now he was just looking out, making sure that nothing like any crazy natives were going to come for them. But mostly it was to clear his mind and to get his mind away from the guilt that he was feeling.

If he had just moved faster, he could have stopped that guy before he got near Cynthia. He could have prevented her from being stabbed. But he hadn't been able to stop it. He was supposed to be better than that, he was supposed to be able to protect his family and friends no matter what, and he wans't able to stop something as simple as a stabbing?

Then he heard movement. He turned around and he saw Cynthia and her pokemon.]

Cynthia? [He walked over at a pretty fast pace.] What are you doing up? You shouldn't be moving around with that wound.

[She shushed the teen as her dragons guides her to a near by crate that she could sit on. It had the best view of the horizon and it had a bigger crate behind it so she could lean and sit comfortably...well, as comfortably as she could manage anyway.

Yes, she knew she shouldn't be up. But could you blame her for wanting to get back to her usual routine as soon as possible. She wasn't one for sitting still for a long period of time. Even with a still bleeding stab wound on her side.]

I'll...[a wince.]...I'll head back to bed after this...

[That wince didn't go un-noticed.]

Are you sure? Because you could worsen your wound out here. You shouldn't push yourself anymore than you need to.

[And completely ignoring that comment, she gently rests her hand on his injured shoulder.]

How is it? Nothing too serious I hope?

[Well he tried.]

It's fine. All I got was a minor slash in the shoulder, it should be all healed up in a few days.

That's good to know, you had me so worried.

[Which she shouldn't be, but she was anyway. Having a teenager step in and save your life is one thing. Dragging him into a potentially dangerous situation where he ends up injured as well? Different story.]

[Hearing that made the blue-masked tutle's cheeks redden a bit. but instead he turned his gaze to the ground.]

You shouldn't have been, fighting guys like those natives is nothing new to me. It was you that I was worried about.

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