Mixing it up

[lazyjustice]

Who: The Shepherds of Justice
Where: Turvey Top 8/10-???, Elswhere
What: Getting cursed, apparently.
Warnings: The usual
Status: Closed



Nothing really to say here guys! Just have fun and let's try to get something going. The Navy is coming on the 20th to hang around/hunt a witch, so we have to decide if we're going to hang around for that or not.

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[cry_brady]

He grunted, but followed alongside his superior. Thankfully the pace was good enough that he could follow without further exhausting himself. Did Brady always have to keep proving himself to people? No wonder he was so weak...

"A few things. But the biggest thing I heard was about witches. We've got people back home who have strange magic, and it sounds like the same kinda stuff. Be good to a mage, they'll be good to you."

[lazyjustice]

That bothered him.

"Good is such an arbitrary word." Since it could mean, be good to a mage by being a decent person treating another person decently. Or it could be, please take my cow and only possession and don't hurt me. That was why there were laws in existence to prevent that kind of thing. Maybe not defining 'good' as it were, but certainly informing people what not to do. Otherwise who could ever know?

But that was a little off topic. "Maa, forget it forget it. Now..." ... wait. "What were we talking about?"

[cry_brady]

He raised an eyebrow, wondering what was meant by that. What was wrong with using the word good? It was true. Some people were just plain old good...

But any hope for an emotional connection is cut, as, well, Kuzan is Kuzan.

"HEY! You called me out here and asked me what I thought! At least keep track of the conversation!"

[lazyjustice]

"Maa, chill out. It's a convoluted conversation." He scratched his temple. He couldn't remember where they were but... well forget it.

"About a mile or so from here is a village, one of those witches took revenge somehow." He wasn't sure the whole story but that didn't matter at this junction. "That little girl got the worst of it, but there are others who need aid, some fairly badly. Moreover she may be still lurking around."

Another glance at Brady. "Can you counteract magic?" He didn't really believe in magic per se but...he knew that was a thing that was said could be done so-- may as well ask.

[cry_brady]

Then stay on topic, you stupid old man! - He wanted to shout that, but it would not be polite, no. Besides, this was taking a serious toll again. He rolled his shoulders, suppressing his anger for now. "If she made them sick or hurt them, I can fix that. And my body's been blessed... I can survive most stuff that would kill folks on first impact."

'Miracle', for those who were unaware of such skills. He could survive a lethal blow. But just the once.

[lazyjustice]

He was in the highest echelons of command. Staying on topic was someone else's job.And since Brady is the only one around well, it fell to him. In any case, Kuzan took what he said into consideration.

"In that case I may use you as a shield should I need it." Since Brady could survive and Kuzan could not. Well most likely not anyway. "But it may not come to that."

On the other hand, it may.

"Will healing and things of that nature tire you out? Do you need food? Water? Stimulants?" He wasn't sure where he could get the latter but he was sure they had coffee here.

[cry_brady]

Surprisingly, he wasn't offended at the idea of being a shield. He merely nodded - he'd gone and used himself as a shield for his comrades before. It was a noble purpose, as far as he was concerned. If his life could be used to save another, why wouldn't he do it?

"Yeah, it's tiring." He answered. "I mean, it's like exercising and fighting... I'm sharing my lifeforce with these people. I need time to catch my breath. Just a small bit of food and water every now and then, and a break once in a while, and I'll be good."

[lazyjustice]

"I'll make sure you're provided for." Somehow or another. They may be reluctant to help until they know he is efficient but after he proves himself, he's sure they'll look after him themselves. That will give him freedom to guard the perimeter.

"Then I suppose we'll have a word with this witch." And try not to get themselves killed but...mah...well...that sort of thing didn't matter too much in this place, did it?