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[color=SeaGreen]“I see.”[/color] Daimyon nodded, listening attentively as Krista summarised the happenings in the busy break room while he was away on his little exploration. [color=SeaGreen]“Thank ye. I agree with him, fully. So long as we give these gifts away with a kind heart, we have nothing to worry!”[/color]

Pleasant exchange this was, even when the topic at hand was heavy. The poet has never seriously believed any of his fellows would be driven to take the sacred life of another because of simple gifts. He quickly suppressed any thought that suggested otherwise—his mind was dangerous to let loose, in a way that it had a tendency to imagine the absolute craziest scenarios in any given situation—and instead let out a short chuckle at the violinist's wordplay.

[color=SeaGreen]“I don't know how our dear doctor thinks we'll get in trouble because of these little things... He must have an extensive imagination, though I guess it's not surprising. He's the [i]mastermind[/i], after all.”[/color]
Right back at cha, Krista.

He made a mental note to up his pun-game because they had a champion in town, and Daimyon would not take any contender to his mastery of words. He was already wondering how he would organise the championship round where they would face off with wit so sharp it could cut steel, to standing ovation from the other Infinites. They would stand in a circle in tense silence, waiting for the two contenders to finally drop their final bars and end the other's whole career (even though neither of them were rappers).
Krista's answer to his second, more important question ended the silly train of thought.

[color=SeaGreen]“Ah, yes! I merely asked because my gift,”[/color] he did an elegant hand motion that accompanied a quick bow, [color=SeaGreen]“is for you.”[/color]
This would have all been that much more effective if he actually [i]had[/i] the violin care package with him and did not forget it in his room. Not like he let such small discrepancies get him down as he recovered swiftly.
[color=SeaGreen]“I'll bring it here right away...”[/color] He turned, only to see Rika desperately tugging away at Isaiah's inert mass at one side and Felix approaching with a plate of sandwiches and a similar suggestion from the other. There were, as always, more pressing matters to attend to. [color=SeaGreen]“...as soon as we get him out of here. Thanks for the pick-me-up, my friend.”[/color]
He took a sandwich from the plate and ate it in a few quick bites. Not his style as he liked to savour the taste usually, but the urgency did not allow him for that.

[color=SeaGreen]“Well then! I propose the following: I and Felix carry our downed friend to his room. Krista, you bring the food. Rika, you bring the cassette player.”[/color]

He sprung to action quickly, hoping to make up for his earlier fumbles. Approaching the situation however needed some care as the man was full of bandages and of potentially considerable weight. Daimyon had no idea how many of those sheets covered recent scars—and just lifting him up through his arms or whatever he found easiest had the risk of waking him with an extremely painful sensation. This would have...

A) Made Isaiah pretty mad
B) Made the poet drop him, causing even more pain and another potential blackout

Rinse and repeat the cycle of pain and clumsiness. Daimyon looked at Felix with a puzzled look. Perhaps the Infinite Free Runner had a better idea on how joints and limbs worked and in which shape they were safe to be bent...


After some trouble—which fortunately did not include any iterations of said cycle—, they managed to lift the blood donor up and carefully move out of the break room with him. The two girls were close behind.

[color=SeaGreen]“Ugh...”[/color] Daimyon grunted every now and then. He was no muscle man, even though sharing the weight with the athlete made the ordeal easier. [color=SeaGreen]“We're almost there, right? Let's plan ahead. Where do we want to go from here?”[/color]


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