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[center][h3]Verdant Woodlands: Emergency Repairs[/h3][/center]
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	With an emergency underway, Corday gave a knowing nod to Cayde, a smile forced to her lips. [color=fdc68a][b]"Go fix that...I can wait...gonna just...take a nap..."[/b][/color] she said, before closing her eyes, pain finally overtaking her consciousness, though thankfully it wasn't like she had a concussion or anything. She was good for now, they could assume, save for the potential of internal bleeding. Regardless, there were more lives than her's to save at the moment, and those lives required prioritizing the engine room. 

With Sid's wind keeping the fires of the engine at bay, he could hear the drum of footsteps descending down from the deck. The familiar weight of Cayde's armored footsteps told him that help had arrived, and arrive it did indeed. As soon as he was down there, Arno would swiftly get to work in extinguishing the fires, but would quickly find that the engines were beyond what he was used to repairing on his Akula. Whatever model of engine this was, it was fairly recently put out. The fire was significantly easier to deal with once the few uninjured would begin carrying pails of water in order to keep it from reaching the fuel lines. Under Cayde's direction, Sid's quick thinking, Arno's expertise in engineering, and Zendrith's springing to action to end the conflict on deck, the ship and its crew were saved, and all that remained of the fire was the black smoke billowing out into the open air.

...Oh, and Perkeo was there too, finally. Having awoken to the smell of smoke, the musician shakily rose to his feet, knees buckled together as he leaned against the wall, trying to strum a note on his instrument before the string he struck snap, sending him reeling back. [color=fff79a][b]"My baby!"[/b][/color]

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[center][h3]Road to Recovery[/h3][/center]
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	As Cyll downed her medicine, Amanita smiled, putting her hands on her hips. [color=bc8dbf][b]"The worse it tastes, the better it is for you. At least, for vegetables. And medicine."[/b][/color] she said, before she suddenly stood upright, hearing a crashing sound. [b]"Cyll, no moving! Y-You two wait here and rest. Mr. Marshall!?"[/b] she said, calling out the last bit as she ran down the hall towards the bathroom. Banging on the door, Amanita yelled: [color=bc8dbf][b]"Mr. Marshaaaaall! I'm coming in! A-And if you're naked, then that's weird because its been way too long since you went in there to take a bath![/b][/color] before Mucu gently grabbed the doorhandle and twisted, eventually breaking the lock.

Before that however, Marshall would hear a soft, pathetic mewling coming from beneath the sink. A small, pale yellow bundle of fur assembled into a quadrupedal form with feline features and long, triplicate pairs of whiskers winced as it tried to run out from beneath the sink, only to cut its paw upon a shard of glass and stumble, limping. Pained mews escaped the tiny creature as it looked up at Marshall, completely at his mercy and utterly helpless. Its large dark eyes stared up at him, the tiniest bit of cloud to them to show that the animal was diseased, and its showing ribcage along the sides of its torso showed that it was starving, too. It seemed it had taken shelter in here some time ago and gotten stuck, perhaps hoping to hunt mice within the confines of the bathroom's small space.

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	The two's chatter would last a fair bit of time, before there was the soft sound of a person approaching on the mossy cobblestone'd path. After a tense series of seconds as the sound of armored boots approached the door, they opened to reveal a [url=https://i.imgur.com/hSIEFMA.png]harvin donning black plate mail[/url] in the doorframe. His size was small, but the warrior and hunter in their beds could see the immense aura the man gave off, as if the very air was gathering around him. He however did not seem malicious in any capacity, looking around curiously before looking to the twosome. [color=336666][b]"Excuse me...is the doctor in today? I needed to ask her some questions."[/b][/color] he asked. 

What would catch Mushi's eye the most however, would be the sword carried upon his back. There were few renowned harvin swordsmen, but most used thinner arms, such as katanas or long swords, whereas the broad greatsword present on the man's back bespoke of his strength. His movements were measured, each one precise and efficient, as if he'd had swordfighting drills beaten into every aspect of his life. His armor bore the emblem of Geste upon it near the right shoulder, and his violet eyes were clearly taking in every part of the room. [color=336666][b]"If she's not in, I'll come back some other time. Are you two alright though? I've heard her treatments are odd, but effective."[/b][/color]

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[center][h3]Crossing Fate: Krumatzi[/h3][/center]
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	The harvin smiled, bowing his head to Hilde, his violet eyes shining with vitality as he stood up once more. [color=336666][b]"My name is Oliver, ma'am. A proud adherent to Free Lord Charlemagne, and one of his Twelve Peers. From the looks of you, you seem to be a knight as well. That mark of Niflhelm ...Its an honor to meet someone of their order."[/b][/color] he exposited to her, at her request of hearing his name. With his sword carried on his back, he would wave farewell to her as she left abruptly, wishing her good luck, assuming she was on some quest of self-discovery. Knights taking leave of their order tended to be on pilgrimages to garner further strength or wisdom for themselves, and that was the case for Oliver himself. 

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	Hilde would have no trouble getting in to see the Airship Commission Officer given her miltary standing with Niflhelm. While it was an isolated power, it was also one that commanded respect, even in the Zweite ruled lands. A man of middling age, a Human with thinning blonde hair and a rather stocky build, his body covered in bristles of thin fine hairs along his arms and especially around his face. [b]"A woman with that emblem...Come to think of it, we did get someone passing by with your description. Remember it plain as day; She got off one of the transport vessels and headed straight to my office. Asked me 'How much to hire a pilot to fly an already owned airship?', and soon's I gave her the rate, she goes off and buys her own ship and comes back to fork over money for a pilot! Dunno why she was in such a hurry or where she got all that money, but I heard Niflhelm pays you Walkure a pretty penny. Her ship was headed Southwest, but none of our transports head in that direction. Too dangerous this time of year."[/b] the man said, leaning forward a bit in his chair. [b]"Sorry that I can't do more to help. Really bad monster attacks have been going down on those islands, and the military is taking their time cleaning things up."[/b]

With that bit of information secured, Hilde wouldn't be left with much choice other than to try and seek out a pilot willing to take her, and a ship that was fit to fly her. Unfortunately, the vessel captains were all on round the clock shifts, and as far as the Commissions Officer knew, there weren't any around that were retirees or just people with licenses to fly. This was an island people were born, and died on for the most part. No real go'ers anywhere.
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