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Black Butler, Untold (Vena Sera x SilverRain)

The time between Ms. Baker's departure and her arrival with Alex had been largely uneventful. With no meetings or paperwork to really speak of it was almost akin to having a day off from duties. Whilst most people would relish such a day Ciel found himself terribly bored, nearly to the point of tears. Some of the servants offered to do something with him, all of their ideas of course being utterly childish and obscene for someone like him to partake in. In a second attempt they offered for him to practice one of his hobbies, upon which he realized he really did not have any. As busy as he tended to be he didn't particularly spend time lazing about or playing games, unless one counted chess of course. That in itself presented another dilemma though; no one in the estate, save for Sebastian was really a challenge. Even old Tanaka wasn't as quick as he used to be, and more often than not the elderly butler lost to him. Having your only decent opponent then be able to be beaten with a simple order took the satisfaction out of that face off, and thus he was left back to square one. To pass the time he opted to read, stealing away to his study to immerse himself in one of literally hundreds of books he'd yet to touch.

Finally the time came when Ms. Baker and Alex arrived, promptly as a matter of fact, for his fitting. Ciel was reluctant to see the apprentice again, but with the gathering tonight drawing ever nearer he didn't have the luxury of protesting it now. Thankfully it seemed he had made a wise call in demanding Ms. Baker and Sebastian sit in on the process though. Not once during the entire time did Alex do anything questionable, acting as professionally as he really should have done in their first meeting. For someone whose skills were doubted that morning he would admit that Alex had done a decent job. It fit properly, the fabric was comfortable and it wasn't too flashy for his tastes. Twisting and turning before the mirror to examine himself the earl reflected with a great deal of reluctance that this outfit may be his favorite now amongst all the others. God forbid he said that, the boy would never let him hear the end of it. When all was said and done he found himself in a deep crimson coat and trousers to match, accentuated by a black undershirt and dark green scarf that was tucked into said shirt. It was a pleasant outfit to look at, and just as comfortable to wear. "Not bad, I suppose." he said, being far more nonchalant than he felt. "For a first job you've done well enough, Alex. I might actually be able to wear this tonight."

Now that he was dressed there was the small matter of payment. Low and behold however it looked as if the old crow had fallen asleep during the dressing, how bothersome. When Alex didn't look to be making a move to fix it Ciel looked to his butler, gesturing for him to get on with it. While Sebastian approached the tailor the earl looked over to the other boy, giving him a curious stare. How peculiar that he was actually fit to be a tailor, perhaps even more so than a master like Ms. Baker ever was. His work was exceptional, and part of him pondered if it wasn't even his work at all. "Passed away...?" The Phantomhive boy almost didn't hear his butler, turning to look over in disbelief. Frowning he walked across the room, placing two fingers on her neck for a pulse and finding none. She had been fine just a moment ago, and arguably healthy for someone her age this morning. It wasn't right then that she should suddenly die, unless there was an external cause for it. Glancing at the clock to his right and making note of the time they didn't have the opportunity to do anything respectful for the woman, he had an appointment to keep. "Sebastian, go set her in the furnace and cremate her. After that we'll be off, I refuse to be late for this." Watching as the woman was wrapped in sheets the earl remained as he was until the butler left, his gaze once more turning to Alex.

"You... " he began, walking over and looking up at the taller boy accusingly. "What did you do to her? She showed no signs of being near her time this morning, and now she suddenly dies here, in my home? Doesn't that seem a bit suspicious to you?" It wasn't unheard of, he supposed, to have the elderly abruptly die. But even then signs were made, people were able to see it coming beforehand to some degree. This had seemingly happened in only a few moments, which begged the question of what caused it. Perhaps... He mused, cremation wasn't the best option. Holding Alex in an angry glance for a moment longer Ciel went to the door, opening it and poking his head out. "Sebastian! Come back here! I've changed my mind!" he called, knowing the butler would hear him. While leaning out his clothes stretched slightly, and in particular so did the seat of his pants, accentuating his backside rather well. As promptly as the demon had left he soon returned, still bearing the deceased woman in her makeshift wrapping. "Find somewhere away from the others to keep her. I want to bring her to the Undertaker and have him give her a look over when we're done tonight."

Black Butler, Untold (Vena Sera x SilverRain)

Hm... Death does throw in a little spice, doesn't it? We'll see what happens from here.

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Until the End (Scout and Vena Sera)

To put together any semblance of a plan at the moment was well beyond Ren's grasp. Try as he might not to show it the panic had reached him as well, though for Shiemi's sake he did his best not to let on to that. If they were going to survive this they had to be calm, or at least present themselves to be. As they got further away from the plaza he slowed their pace down, not quite sure where he was taking them. Trying to crack a teasing joke to lighten the mood only seemed to offend his friend. Idiot... Way to upset her more... he thought, mentally berating himself. Out here there were far less players, most too busy having an episode to really go anywhere. It wasn't until they were nearly alone that he let Shiemi's hand go, sighing as he turned back to her. "We're not leaving the down, don't worry," he assured, smiling slightly. "But we can't stay with everyone else. Panic breeds panic... And we've got to have a clear head right now, yeah?" Being further from the rest of the players didn't cleanse them of worrying thoughts though, much to his chagrin. His mind was still plagued by plenty of nasty scenarios that refused to go away no matter how hard he tried to dismiss them. All he could do was let out a lengthy sigh, running his hand through his medium-length brown hair.

"I don't know Komada... I really don't. But we're going to take things slowly, okay? If we go rushing into anything then we'll get in trouble." Unsettling was the fact that no doubt players would be setting out soon enough, panicked and hoping to clear the game as quickly as possible. How many people he wondered were slated to die today, or tomorrow, or even the following day? Ren was utterly determined to make sure that he and Shiemi weren't among them, nor any of the fallen players. He didn't know how, but they were going to make it through this come hell or high water. Looking over to his friend as she expressed her fears he tried to think of some words of reassurance, though being in the same boat as her it was hard to do. Forcing a smile he stepped closer, leaning over to come eye to eye as he put a hand on Shiemi's shoulder. "Like I said, we'll take it slow. I can teach you how to play and we'll take things step by step. If we're really stuck here then there's no use rushing through it, we've got time to learn." How much of their practice would ultimately matter? In reality he knew that they could swing at air or weak creatures all day, but none of it really applied once you faced a boss. To say these coming days or weeks were going to be a struggle was an understatement. It would be a miracle if things started moving anytime soon, it might be quite a while until progress was made.

Ren still had no clue where they were going to go, or do for that matter. Struggling to retain sanity and some resemblance of calmness he stepped away from Shiemi, biting his lip as he looked around them. The street they were on was relatively empty, save for a few people who were having little panic attacks, comforting one another or even worse being off on their own. It was doubtful that things would calm down for a while yet, meaning their best bet was to hunker down somewhere and catch their breath. "We should go to the inn..." he mumbled, nodding to himself before turning around. "We'll find some rooms and relax for a while until things settle down. Then... Well from there I'm not sure. Once people get their act together though I'm sure a plan will be made. So long as we stick together we'll be okay though, I promise."

Far From Home

Floor eleven, it was hard to believe they had gotten so far. Granted it had taken quite some time, four months in fact. By now the player count had stagnated, with deaths still occurring but nowhere near like what the beginning of the game had shown. As well as managing to increase their odds of survival players had begun to gather together and form guilds, and already some were standing out. Chief amongst the guilds was the Knights of Blood, perhaps the strongest organized guild yet to appear. Led by a man by the name of Heathcliffe, it was bar none the most respected of them all, that much was certain. Their singular goal was to clear the game and free everyone from their digital prison, hence the overwhelming favor and backing they received. And while many players laid the same claim the Knights were amongst the few who could seriously back it up. When it came time to strike at the 11th boss then it was unanimous that they would lead the charge, with Heathcliffe seeing to the overall command of the raid. With nearly fifty combatants prepared to fight it was one of the largest raid groups yet assembled, filled to the brim with plenty capable players. Suto and company were amongst the swathes, designated by themselves as one of the forward teams due to their skill. So when the doors opened and the battle was set to begin they all charged headlong in, expecting to find some hulking beast awaiting them on the other side. Everyone was rather confused then when the only thing they came across was a homely looking man, a religious figure of some sorts. Needless to say people were rather confused.

At first it seemed like there might be some sort of quest here, perhaps something different to the standard boss formula. Unlike previous bosses this one wasn't immediately hostile, and what's more seemed to recognize the players in its presence. Namely Luna, for whatever reason, she was the one who was being focused on. There was clear hesitation at first, as who wouldn't be cautious in a situation like this? As it became apparent that they'd not be able to continue otherwise she finally relented, stepping forward as she was asked to. In a blink of an eye things took a turn for the worst, and nearly got Luna killed. She had nearly reached the man until an uneasy feeling made her halt, grabbing at her knives instinctively. Just as her fingers wrapped around the cool metal of her tools the man began to shift at a startling rate, changing into something more reminiscent of a demon. It had all happened so fast, and Luna scarcely had time to react to it. As the beast reared its ugly head a massive hand swung out, smacking her away like an insect and slamming her into one of the nearby walls. Hardly a second after she tumbled to the floor an immense weight landed on her, threatening to crush her had she her true body. All Luna could muster was a timid whimper as the monster glowered down at her, and then it began its attack. Feeling its claws tearing through her she began to scream, pitifully lifting her arms to try and protect herself. Horrifyingly enough she could see her health bar above her quickly dwindling, rather swiftly dipping into the yellow and then alarmingly into the red. She was going to die here, she told herself. She was going to be killed by a cheap shot and nothing could be done about it. Seeing a hand lift in slow motion she braced herself, squeezing her eyes closed for the death strike that would never come. By a saving grace a few players leapt into action, taking on the beast finally and forcing it away from her.

Suto watched in silent awe as Fitch, Nero and Heathcliffe threw themselves at the boss, beating it back and making it look easy in the process. While he might be of some use against the boss his strengths lay in more individual combat and speed, whereas it seemed sheer power and defense reigned here. There was something he could do though, and that was try to help Luna. Taking off across the room he began to scroll through his inventory, hastily finding one of his two health crystals and taking it out for use. Luna was still where she had been a moment before, laid out and looking properly unsettled by what had happened. Once reaching her Suto knelt down, not even saying a word as he used the item on his friend. Seeing her health beginning to climb back up again he finally got a sigh of relief, smiling at Luna. "You're okay now. Can you stand?"

Luna couldn't believe it. Not only had she been rendered useless, but now Suto of all people had come to her aid. When he spoke to her she looked up at him, wordlessly nodding her head. Critical as she might be normally she couldn't think of anything to say, actually rather indebted to her friend. That was much too close, and she was certainly going to have nightmares now thanks to that. Trembling slightly she pulled herself into a sitting position, managing a small smile. "I'm fine... Thank you." The others seemed to have the boss fight under control, doing a sizable amount of damage on their own. Maybe she'd just sit it out then, let everyone else do their part. Looking back at Suto she smiled thankfully, though it quickly wavered as she saw a handful of implings charging at them. "Look out!"

Jumping to his feet at the warning Suto turned around expecting to see the boss, instead being greeted by a small bunch of his minions. While still dangerous in their own right they were far easier to deal with, and therefore nowhere near as terrifying. "Just relax, I got this." he said, grinning as he lifted his hands. Utilizing his higher than average dexterity and speed he rushed ahead to cut off the imps, hoping to keep Luna well out of their reach. Being just shorter than he was he had to strike down at them, though that was hardly an issue. In a serious fight like this his demeanor tended to change from that of carefree to rather serious, though his eager disposition remained. Looming over the first of the imps he stopped on one foot, pivoting his body and swinging a leg out, creating a 'cutting' motion that sliced the monster in two. Once the foot landed he swung an elbow back, nailing an imp in the head and knocking it over, and subsequently stomping on its head to kill it. A third was felled when he stretched his fingers, driving his hand clean through it like a sword in one fell swoop. In the midst of fighting the remaining three closed in, managing to get a few hits of their own to make his health drop to nearly half. Hardly missing a step he pressed on, using his hand like an axe and digging it into one of the imps shoulders, punching it as well to finish it off. The second to last met its end as he kicked it directly in the head, having enough force to send it flying before it shattered into a plethora of pixels. Suto turned to face the last one, only to watch as it ran off and be killed by another player who intercepted it. Feeling rather proud for even just taking out minions he chuckled, almost beaming as he noticed that the boss as well had been felled not too long after. "Damn..." he mumbled, wiping at his forehead, "We make a good team."

Luna had become a bystander in the battle, not that she minded terribly. After a close encounter with death she was content in sitting on the sidelines, probably too shaken to really be of much use anyways. She watched on in silent envy and awe as everyone fought their best, impressed for the most part with everyone's performance. Even Suto who she usually bashed was performing well, making light work of half a dozen minions. By the time the battle was finally over they'd sustained relatively few losses, secretly being glad not to be amongst them. Breathing a welcome sigh of relief she began to pick herself up only to be knocked onto her backside by a rather emotional Yari. Stunned by her show Luna sat there for a moment before working up a sad smile, embracing her friend and closing her eyes, letting a few tears flow as well. "Come on now... I'm okay Yari, no reason to cry," she whispered, opening her eyes and looking at her friend tearfully. "Are you okay too? And the others?"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Yumi smiled weakly when Shu apologized, shaking her head to try and tell him otherwise. "You don't have to be sorry, it's not your fault." she replied gently, lowering the fruit for him. "Just go ahead and eat for now, okay? We'll get your strength back up." It was unnerving how unlike himself he was, she supposed a head injury could do that. It was like even just having a simple conversation took every ounce of strength he had right now, meaning he'd certainly not be doing anything else for quite some time. In a hope to alleviate his aching body she had brought him a soft fruit, holding it within easy distance for him to nibble at. Thankfully Shu took the food without caution, his brace causing no problems in swallowing either. Knowing he was getting some nutrition helped to calm her own nerves, even being able to giggle a bit at how innately adorable he looked, injuries aside. "I'm just taking care of a friend, that's all. But thank you for the compliment." Hopefully they had more of these fruits lying around, as usually Shu's hunger was fairly great. Then again this was far from a usual situation, he was barely moving compared to his usually bubbly self. "Shu? Do you not know what happened to you...? Can you remember?"

"You should care because it's going to hurt like hell," Vegeta stated, sighing. "I don't want to do this, I'll be honest. But if we don't stop the bleeding now it's going to get worse. So... I'm apologizing beforehand, okay?" If it was to save Viral's life then it was necessary, but that didn't make it easy. Placing a hand directly over the wound he grabbed his other hand, exhaling and closing his eyes, not quite wanting to witness the flesh being seared. A welcome distraction decided to interrupt them in the form of Yumi, and the Saiyan took the opportunity to put off the process for a moment longer. She was asking about food, for Shu to be precise, which was good. That meant he was conscious and at least moving slightly. The interruption was brief as could be with their friend only looking for a singular fruit, the softest that they had. Yumi made it a point to come by and speak to Viral herself, trying to cheer him up in her own little way before departing. It was a bit surprising how well she was handling this, Vegeta subconsciously agreed with Viral. Upon seeing their friends in such poor condition he'd normally assume she would go out to find those who had done it, but this time wasn't the case. Perhaps she understood they needed attention, not revenge. Or maybe with everyone who had come back with their friends she may have already guessed that the attackers had been dealt with. Whatever the case she went back to tending to her injured companion, meaning Vegeta had to do the same.

No more distractions, he had to seal this wound. Replacing his hand over the injury Vegeta smiled uncertainly at his friend, wondering if he'd be able to take this. "I don't doubt your willingness to take the pain... I just worry what it might do..." Slowly and gradually he gathered his Ki into his palm, just enough that it might make his skin glow with a faint hue. He'd keep it all at the surface level, meaning there would be nothing like a blast or even an orb of energy created. By focusing enough of his power however Vegeta knew he could create heat, enough to sear flesh, or in this case mend it. Once he could feel his own heat he bit his lip, lowering the hand to come into contact with the Beastman's flesh. Almost instantly there was an audible searing noise as the energy went to work, quickly causing the skin to burn and close up promptly with no small degree of discomfort. He did his utmost to ignore the noises to no avail, nearly pulling his hand away on more than one instance. When the deed was finally completed he quickly pulled back, looking at Viral worriedly. "I'm sorry! That didn't hurt too badly, did it?" he asked. Gathering the courage he looked down at the wound to inspect his work. There was little solace in seeing it covered up, as it was really just a temporary and very painful solution to the problem. It did mean at the very least there would be no more bleeding externally, which was as much as they could hope for. And to think they still had to do the back...

Takeshi lifted his head to watch the knife be pulled free, secretly thankful when T'charrl hesitated. Instead of doing his job he found it necessary to question his outburst, something that unrealistically he had hoped would just slide. Shaking his head in frustration he looked up at the Prince, blinking away tears as best he could. "I'm supposed to protect them... I was the only one who could really fight, and I failed. Both of them nearly got killed before I did anything! What kind of big brother let's that happen?!" To him the facts weren't important, it didn't matter who had actually sent the troops. In the end all he saw were his brother and friend injured, and his having been utterly useless to help it until the deed was done. Perhaps in good timing T'charrl tore the knife free from his body, making Takeshi grit his teeth and clench his fists as it was removed, relaxing a bit as the familiar gel was applied. It was hard to see it the alien's way, especially when he felt so truly about it being his fault. He hadn't been there until after the fact, he couldn't know how it had all happened anyways.

T'charrl moved around a bit, leaving the knives be as he decided to do something else. Takeshi held still as the prince placed his hands over his head, not sure what was happening but really too weak to do much of anything about it. It was true, but he was reluctant to admit it. "Tch... You're assuming too much about the general." he replied, turning his gaze away to look at the wall dejectedly. If the general knew he could squash the opposition by sending enough troops then would he really pause to think about it? Really, the Queen, lead general and prince were all now in one convenient location, easy enough to attack. Of course, there was a part of the situation he was overlooking as well. There was Vegeta and Yumi, perfectly healthy and able to fight, as well as the rest of his squad. Add those to the small group that had saved them and chances were nothing on this planet was going to cause any harm. He didn't like being innate while the others went about their business, but it dawned upon Takeshi he wasn't doing anyone any favors by stumbling about in his condition either. "Fine... I guess you're right... Just hurry up and get the other knives out of me then. The sooner I'm better the sooner we can finish this."

Black Butler, Untold (Vena Sera x SilverRain)

It was difficult to convey precisely what Alex had done without going into detail, and for his own sake Ciel refused to do that. He figured it was apparent enough that he was not pleased and that it needn't be said anyways. Sebastian helped it along with a small quip of his own, and with that the weight of his disappointment seemed to sink in to the elderly woman. She gave him the usual excuses from one of his employees, she was getting old and work was hard. Sympathy however was not something Ciel was known for, and he found it rather difficult to feel sorry for the woman. Simply put everyone grew old, everyone eventually lost their ability to be proficient at their job. If he felt sorry for every person who did he'd incessantly be feeling sorry for someone. "Skill does not always guarantee someone will be capable at their job," he pointed out, admonishing Ms. Baker with a stare. "The most skilled man in the world is useless if he can't do his job properly. Frankly I don't know what you saw in Alex myself, he was awkward and near embarrassing when it came to taking measurements. Have you even let him practice before sending him here?"

Ciel let out a soft sigh, rubbing at his forehead. If he were to fire this woman now he'd be without a tailor, and sans that he would have to rely on Sebastian for his clothing. While not a bad choice he should be branching out his influence, if he did everything in house then he'd have no pull anywhere. "No... Have him return here tonight to finish his job. But you are to accompany him and supervise what he does. I feel that with his master nearby he won't be quite as... Inclined to act like a lout. If he can prove to me that he's got some level of professionalism in him I'll keep you for your business and we can forget this matter." He was not becoming sympathetic to the woman's pleas, and he certainly could find another tailor if need be. Why then, he wondered, did he want to continue this business? After a moment of reflection he thought he found his answer. Sickeningly enough he wanted to see Alex again. As much as he loathed to admit it he was... Curious, about the other boy. Damn him and his ostentatious behavior, everything he'd done had been precisely to make this happen... And it had worked. Ciel hoped that so long he hid it behind a facade of good will he might avoid being found out.

"That is a reasonable agreement, yes? Until I am confident in his ability to operate on his own I'd like you to accompany him. If it costs you a fair bit to travel... I will raise your salary to make the trips." That ought to settle that mess, at least for the time being. If Alex failed to impress then they would be finished, simple as that. No more teases, and no more confusing thoughts, he'd cut the issue off there and be done with it. Lifting himself out of his seat the young earl flashed Ms. Baker a deceptively sweet smile, folding his hands behind his back. "Don't make me regret giving you a second chance. There's a reason you've been employed by me for so long, and I'd like for our partnership to continue. But only if I can be assured that your apprentice is capable of carrying on your work." With that he excused himself, stepping over to the door and opening it up, but taking pause as he stood in the threshold. "Sebastian will escort you out, politely, and I will see you this evening. Until then have a pleasant afternoon." Leaving the door open behind him Ciel stepped into the corridor, making a straight line to his office, a hard line on his lips. This was absurd, to think he was indulging Alex's behavior. Yet undeniably that bastard had done something to make him want this, and he had to see where it would go.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Okay... Okay, so we don't know if it's been cleaned or not yet... And if we move you to do that you may lose more blood." Oh this was stressful, far more so than Vegeta was ready to deal with. As optimistic as he wanted to be there was the very real fact that Viral could die right here if something wasn't immediately done. They had very few options available to them right now, none of which were going to be particularly pleasant for the Beastman. It was at times like this he sincerely wished that he knew a bit more of the nuances about just how his friend's powers worked, then maybe he could offer more words of advice. "If your healing still has a chance of working then we've got to try that... Otherwise I could cauterize the wound for you? It's going to hurt like hell, but you'll stop bleeding then." That would be a last resort of course, as it would be highly unpleasant for everyone involved. Plus with the risk of doing more harm than good other options certainly needed to be explored before they resorted to that. Rolling up his sleeves to get ready for whatever may come Vegeta sighed, looking at Viral with visible concern. "It's your choice, tell me what you want me to do. If you're up for it I'll seal the wounds now, just bear in mind you'll end up with some scarring. And if there's anything internal it won't be fixed, your natural healing will have to take care of that."

"You got hurt Shu... But you're safe now, and you're going to be okay." Yumi blinked back a few tears as she let go of the boy's hand, reaching out and ever so lightly stroking his cheek, anything to give some comfort. "You were hit in the head and have some injuries, but you're going to be fine. Just lay down for now, okay? We'll take care of you." Poor thing, he was only partly awake now, the blow to his head definitely leaving him dazed. It was hard to tell just yet, but thankfully it didn't seem like he'd suffered any real brain trauma. A little shaken up understandably, and that seemed to be it. Yumi was hesitant when the subject of food came up, not quite sure if he should even be eating right now in his state, or if he could. "Just hang on one second, I'll find you something." Garesh was there, so she could leave with a fairly calm state of mind to dig up a snack. Going right down the hall and into the kitchen she stopped short of entering, unnerved by seeing a properly bloodied Viral laid out on the table. She'd think that she might be okay with sights like that, but maybe because it was someone she knew rather well it bothered her quite a bit. Yumi was so busy looking that she jumped when Vegeta spoke to her.

"Everything okay Yumi?" Vegeta asked expectantly, frowning in concern. "Do you need anything?"

"Yeah... I just want to find some food for Shu." Finding it especially hard seeing Viral like that she turned away, going to the icebox and cabinets to try and find something. "What can he eat Vegeta...? He's got a neck injury I think..."

"Something soft then. Or if he can wait some soup, he can't do anything really solid."

Giving a nod of her head Yumi went in search of some fruit, opting for the tenderest piece that she could find. Carefully pressing into each to test its consistency she finally settled on something no harder than a banana. It wasn't much, but it would have to do for now. Passing back by the table she took a pause, summing up the stomach to look at Viral, trying as best she could to ignore the bloody gouge in his body. "Vegeta's going to take good care of you..." she spoke softly, smiling as she gave the Beastman's hair a light stroke. "Just stay calm and... And you'll be fine." As much a reassurance for herself as it was for Viral, once saying that Yumi returned to the family room, and in turn to Shu's side. Relieved that he was still partially awake she took one of his hands again, holding the fruit for him to see. "I'm going to feed you, so please don't move too much. And eat slowly, you don't want to choke." Making sure to take it slowly she moved the fruit so Shu could take bites out of it, smiling tentatively.

"Yes I can handle it... Give me some credit..." The medicine had definitely been a bit intense, but nothing that really caused him any great harm. Letting out a soft chuckle he glanced up at T'charrl, quirking an eyebrow as he spoke. "Is that right? I guess you do. I'll give you guys this much..." he paused, closing his eyes as he lay his head back, "You know your medicines." Hopefully it was going to prove to be enough to help Viral, and Shu for that matter. If the medicine here was no good then gods know where else they could go. In their states too it was hard to imagine transporting them anywhere really without risking harming them further. Being cut from his train of thought as the knife was yanked free from his leg Takeshi hissed in pain, biting down on his lip again. Taking a punch or kick was easy, it was a blunt force and at most caused bruising. Being stabbed was much worse though, and just as bad to undo. Like before the medicine was applied with a bit discomfort, but mercifully that didn't last nearly as log as before. His wounds were already feeling better, and while he didn't want to look he could guess they might be healing, even if only minimally. That was enough for him to propose going after the general, a plan that T'charrl was quick to question.

"No, I'm not trying to get you out of this..." Takeshi mumbled. A bit dejected he looked away for a moment, turning to the wall as he stared at the grains silently. "T'charrl? It's not that I don't appreciate this, but I can't just lie here. I'm wasting time and the general needs to be stopped." He'd already attacked them once, what was stopping him from doing it again? They knew precisely where to go, and if they had more troops like the ones from before then more people were liable to get hurt. His friends, people he was supposed to be able to protect. Clenching his hands into fists the Saiyan blinked a few times, angry that he felt tears at the corners of his eyes, and angry with himself. Unable to do much about it he looked back up at the Prince, feeling the damp streaks on his cheeks. "It's my fault they're hurt... Shu and Viral..." he whimpered pitifully, hitting the table with what little strength he could muster. "What if Viral dies...? Then it's my fault, because I got us into that mess... And... What if Shu... What if he..." Takeshi couldn't find it in himself to suggest anything about his brother. Even thinking about it was too terrifying, but he couldn't help it. Viral would die, everyone would hate him. Then to make matters worse Shu may be paralyzed, or in a coma, or... He might even die too. "Don't you see? This is all my fault! I have to go to the general... Other people might get hurt! I have to stop him...!"

Legend of Zelda: The Templar Crusade

Thankfully the heat of the desert was countered by their speed, creating a pleasant breeze even in this arid place. For Caelan it was awfully difficult to enjoy any bit of it seeing as he was on the back of an imposing beetle. For his own sanity then he closed his eyes for a good portion of the trip, seeing as the creature was really just leading itself with the rest of the pack. It took a fair while to be out of the Gerudo Desert, probably an hour or two easily by the time they'd crossed the threshold. Wait waited for them was hardly an oasis though, as the high stone walls could attest. From a barren desert to an eclipsing canyon, they had quite a ways to go until they were going to be back in pleasant territory. At the very least though they could be rid of the beetles, a fact that Caelan quickly embraced, scampering off of his mount and stepping off to the side from it. When it turned its head in his direction he smiled uneasily, taking a tentative step forward and reaching out a hand slowly. "Nice beetle... Nice big... Scary beetle." he mumbled, trying to touch it and be done with it. When it gave a sudden jolt at his touch he yelped and pulled his hand back, giving all of his "nopes" as he stepped away. Just as well, he really didn't want to be around it any longer anyways.

Caelan was more than ready to get a move on and continue their trip, eager to see what places and treasure might await them. There seemed to be a hitch in their group though as Demoko stopped them, apparently feeling something off about where they were. It would fall to Nayrin and Aadab then to scout on ahead, likely meaning the rest of them would wait here. Frowning a little the mage lifted his head up, gazing at the tops of the cliffs to either side of them. There could be concern about someone being above them he supposed, or possibly even further inside the canyon itself. Even if that was the case though wouldn't it make more sense to stick together as a whole and move on? He didn't wholly agree with sending two people off, but it was out of place of him to speak against it, as Demoko seemed to be the pseudo-leader of this group of theirs. Looking over at Link curiously he decided to check up on his new teammate, seeing as he was potentially the only healer here. "How are you holding up...?" he questioned, trying to come across casual, though he felt awkward. "Any better?"

Legend of Zelda: The Templar Crusade

So may have just remembered this was here... >.>

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Kind of... I don't really know how the rest of... Our race learns it. I was taught by someone at a young age..." Not even by another Saiyan, he reflected, but a human. Takeshi felt relatively okay as they flew through the air, as little to no pressure was applied to his wounds. It was upon their descent to the house that any real pain was felt, enough to make his face contort though he bit back any noises he might emit. Eslaria wasted no time in getting to the door and banging on it, apparently throwing caution to the wind now that they figured they were safe. For a brief tense moment there was a legitimate concern that their home had been attacked as well, though seconds later when Vegeta came to the door those fears were brushed aside. It only took a second thereafter for things to register, and rather hastily everyone was brought inside in order to be seen to. To Takeshi's chagrin he was separated from the rest of the group, being brought into one of the side rooms and laid out across a low table. Again there was a fair bit of discomfort from being jostled, but he'd deal with it. Comparatively speaking he was fairing far better than his friend and brother, even with the poison in his system. Perhaps the toxin wasn't strong enough to debilitate a Saiyan completely, as he was able to move and clearly was not dead, albeit rather sluggish and ragged.

In the dining room Vegeta was making use of the kitchen table as his temporary operating room. Once Katas had set down Viral he immediately began to inspect the Beastman's wounds, his worst concerns seeming to be coming to fruition. He'd suffered a rather nasty wound by the looks of it, and whats more his healing was either slow to get into gear or simply not working whatsoever. In order to close a wound like that he needed stitches, or worst case scenario it could be cauterized. The latter came with a great deal of pain though, and in a weakened state from loss of blood it was likely that Viral would pass out. Not losing absolutely all hope however Vegeta offered his friend a small smile, carefully adjusting the bandages to look at the wound. "Now that you're here you're going to live, but you're going to be in pain for a while, obviously," he stated. Upon peeling back the wound he got an earnest look at the injury, and it was most certainly unsettling. It was hard not to grimace, showing only a look of concern. "I hate to say it, but it's going to stay open until I get the means to seal it. And... We really should disinfect it. Or have they done that already?"

Yumi was in an abysmal mood at the sight of Shu. He was supposed to be lively and chipper, not this... This lifeless boy before her. There was a definite hesitation to really touch him seeing that he'd sustained a neck injury, but there was an equally large desire to try to get through to him as well. "Garesh...? Can you please set him down somewhere?" The general followed her to the family room, carefully placing the young Saiyan out on the couch, flat as can be on the cushy surface. Kneeling at his side she took one of Shu's hands in hers, giving it intermittent, gentle squeezes to try and get through to him. Pleading was another means of doing just that, but by the looks of it her words were falling on deaf ears. Sniffling sorrowfully Yumi lifted the hand to her cheek, holding it close as she stared at Shu's face somberly. Then, by some show of mercy there was a slight show of movement, and soon thereafter his fingers brushed up against her cheek with a small twitch. "S-Shu...?" she asked, almost afraid she'd imagined it. A bright smile crossed her face then, letting out a nervous laugh as she lowered his hand, giving it another squeeze. "You can hear me.... Yeah? Open your eyes Shu, you're safe now."

Laid out and off of his feet Takeshi felt a little bit better now. How he'd feel while T'charrl was yanking knives out of his body was another thing entirely. Staring up at the ceiling he turned his head to watch the prince get some things out of his pack, curious as to what was going to be done to him. "I can handle a little sting, don't worry about me," he retorted, trying to be more confident than he actually felt. Once applied he could see what the Kaesstrian meant by sting, though that was a understatement. Burn might have been a better word for it as it was applied, and having the gel seep into the cuts only made it worse. To keep himself from having a fit over it all he was gripping the edges of the table, biting down on his lip. Thankfully he finished applying it, though there were still five more wounds to go. Forcing a small smile Takeshi shrugged his shoulders, wincing and mentally berating himself as he agitated the wound. "Like I said, not too bad," he lied, fidgeting a bit. The burning sensation was already dwindling down, and in its place a cool and soothing feeling. Looking at it he could only see green goop caked around the injury, surprisingly some of it was being absorbed into the wound and skin itself right before his eyes. Sighing he laid his head back down on the table, closing his eyes. "T'charrl...? Listen... We need to get the general now before he finds out what happened. I'm good enough to go get him, but I need you to help me. Treat my wounds later, let's go get that creep."