[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/fallout-new-vegas-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230112/f7d774d3ec20946c1b1c06b083a1b2cd.png[/img][/url][/center] Zell was sat on the hospital bed, looking around at the peculiar equipment with a look of apprehension. They'd gone from the medieval-looking, ye-olde-english peasant town of Hommas to... well... a medieval-looking, modern-tech city. Some of the machines sure seemed like computers but they looked strangely archaic. "Will you lie down, please?" the doctor said for the second time. Speaking of strange, this doctor-woman had curled horns and red skin! Not to mention a fucking tail waggling around behind her! "Sorry," Zell relented, lying down carefully. "Kinda new to this whole thing." "Oh really?" the doctor replied conversationally as she did her work. "How long have you bore The Gift?" "Two days." "Wow. And you're in here already. Perhaps consider taking things a little slower, hm." Zell's one-sided grin made an appearance. "Well, you know what they say: Go hard or go home," he told her. "And the latter isn't an option, right now, so..." She gave him the tonic and let him sit up to drink it. After getting the vial back, she said, "I guess I'll be seeing you again soon then, hm." Zell laughed and tilted his head in agreement. She left him lying there for twenty minutes as the tonic worked it's magic. He could feel himself repairing, his pain disappearing and his energy returning. It was fucking weird. ... Zell went back into the waiting room where he found the others, dropped into a chair and let out a breath, then put his feet up on the table. Another doctor informed them that Lillianna would be with them in a half-hour or so, so it was just a matter of waiting it out. Hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling, Zell thought about Clive and Arthur. It pained him to know that if they could only have made it to Valhiem, no matter how injured, the two men would have been magically patched up and fine. Now they were gone forever - resurrection being not just close to impossible, but also illegal, as it happens. He thought about what Adam had said after the battle. That they should yell at him or kick him out? Something like that. [i]Just like a teenager to make it all about them,[/i] he thought tiredly. But then, [i]He's got a good heart. He took a heavy responsibility on, right outta the gate, and handled it about as good as anyone could ask for, if not better. Can't be too hard on the kid.[/i] [color=6ecff6]"We should wait for Lily to wake up and for the others to come before going to the Adventurers guild, they might be able to explain what the fuck is going on and it would be better if we all are there to hear it from the source."[/color] "Gotcha, bossman," Zell answered, still lounging back and staring at the ceiling. [color=6ecff6]"Plus, whoever is after it was willing to send assassins to get the cube so it would be better to get it out of our hands as soon as possible."[/color] The swordsman put his feet down, about to get up and suggest that he go out and find out the locations of the Guild and the Academy, but Fenna changed his mind when she nodded in agreement. "We were so unprepared for this..." she muttered. "We lost two..." She choked on her words and needed a moment before she could continue. "It's best that we wait for everyone to be here and we'll get rid of the damned cube together." He changed tack, deciding it would be best to heed her words and just stay together - Figure it out as they went. Togetherness was important right now, mentally and physically. "We [i]were[/i] unprepared. We fell out of the sky into this fucking place and that Vadim dude put us up to a task that we weren't strong enough for - didn't know enough about. Fact of the matter is; we should all be dead." It didn't sound very heartening, but it was true. "Anyone else in our position would be. Dead as roses are red." He looked at each of them - Fenna, James and Adam. "But we're not. Because we stuck together and we fought our asses off against god-damn fucking titans. We made it through hell because we've got one [i]hell[/i] of a navigator who managed to get us through a maze with his hands tied behind his back and a blindfold on." He slapped Adam's knee. "I'm [i]proud[/i] of us. The odds were stacked way against us and we somehow beat them." Breaking out into a fucking soliloquy was hardly appropriate, right now. Best to let everyone quietly mourn. This wasn't just some stupid football match. This was life. But Zell didn't know how to handle such serious matters. He'd never been through anything remotely close to this. And so he dealt with it in his own way, meaning well, but perhaps not being mature enough to read the room. "Arthur and Clive died bravely, with dignity, and may have saved countless lives - if this cube is as important enough for this Bitch Queen to be running scared tryna get it back." He leaned back into his chair. "I'm half-tempted to go win this war just so the anchor-man and the farmer can laugh their asses off in the afterlife. And fuck if I don't cut that ninja's head off, mark my words." And he finally shut up. He had more to say but managed to stop himself. His right knee was bouncing as he tapped his heel on the floor. He made a fist and bit his knuckle. He was fucking fired up now. Back to full health and ready for revenge. Macho dumbass. Classic Marsel Brooks.