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Black Butler, Untold (Vena Sera x SilverRain)

Just saying, going to be on for quite a while tonight, so lemme know when you're on! :D

Black Butler, Untold (Vena Sera x SilverRain)

Ciel didn't care how smooth a talker Alex may be, or whatever mysterious effects that the tailor might have on him. Meh-Rin was his and his alone, and he certainly wasn't going to lose her to some pseudo-tailor. The barrel of the gun was aimed directly between the other boy's eyes, unwavering in its path. Should he attempt to pull anything the earl was not going to hesitate to fire, if even necessary. Should his death be the ultimate course then Sebastian just as well could kill him before any bullet could. Like a cornered animal he slowly relented to his face, finally releasing the maid back into their care. That was all the case that the demon needed, immediately stepping forward and grabbing hold of Alex's throat, nearly throttling him to make him pass out. Satisfied that the situation was diffused Ciel finally lowered his firearm, smirking as he placed it on top of the night stand. What a shame, he hadn't gotten to shoot anyone. Perhaps, he mused, someone might be stupid enough to cross him during the event tonight. It had been a fair while since a criminal had crossed his path, and he was growing impatient in times of peace. Ah well, perhaps that was for the best, it meant he was serving the Queen as best he could.

"What should we do with him indeed..." Ciel mumbled, frowning to himself. Killing the boy still seemed pleasant, and yet there was a small voice nagging away in the back of his mind that refused to let him do that. He had to be punished for the murder though, it was obvious that he had done it. No one else had come in contact with her besides himself and Sebastian, and the latter would only have killed on his orders, or if Ms. Baker were a threat. The young earl stepped up to Sebastian and Alex, glancing up at the boy curiously. What a troublesome person, such a pain to deal with. In an infuriating moment he felt that similar sensation while glancing upon the tailor, his eyes locking on Alex's face for perhaps a second longer than necessary. Hiding it behind a ruse he reached up and grabbed the boy's jaw, making him look down to see if he was truly out cold, yet also stealing a glimpse. "I think perhaps bringing him to the event tonight would be best. Keep him restrained in the carriage until the evening is done, and we can deal with him afterwards. I don't want to dilly dally any longer Sebastian, we're almost running late." With a casual glance in Meh-Rin's direction he offered a faint smile, feigning his gratefulness that she was safe before leaving the room. "I'll be in the carriage, deposit that sack and then bring him down." After tonight there was going to be a fair bit of questioning and interrogation, and after answers were given then Alex's fate would be decided.

A few moments later and the trio was on their way, set in the horse drawn carriage heading to the Queen's home. Ciel rode in the back per usual, though had a guest with him in the form of an unmoving Alex. Try as he might as they rode his gaze kept settling on the boy, occasionally slipping to parts of him besides his face. This was insane, why was he so fascinated by the tailor when he was so adamant to hate him? Sniffing indignantly the earl hesitated for a moment, picking himself up and moving next to Alex, his face flushing slightly. Just once he'd let curiosity propel him forward, and then be done with it. Looking at the boy to his side once more he bit his lip, reaching down and taking one of Alex's hands in his own. For a moment he simply looked at it, running the pad of his thumb over the knuckles and back of the boy's hand. It was surprisingly soft, he'd admit, and cool to the touch. Taking a look at the windows as if he expected the demon to be spying Ciel smiled nervously, lifting said hand and holding it against his cheeks. Again he blushed, this time though a deeper red. It felt... Nice... Carefully separating Alex's fingers he let them brush across his face, even going as far to have the thumb brush lightly across his lips... And then he pushed the hand away. What in the hell was he doing? Looking at the tailor abashed he turned his head away, beet red as he shifted in his sight. What was getting into him?

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Vegeta kept a secure yet gentle grip of Viral's wrists, trying to do his part in taking care of his friend. If restraining him then for T'charrl's own sanity was what he had to do then he'd do it to the best of his ability. Eying the curious gel for a moment he almost asked what it was until his question was answered. "So everything that you use are all natural remedies?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. When everything on their planet was nearly chemical based it was interesting to see an alternative, and arguably a safer one at that. Perhaps before leaving they would take some plants with them, just to see if they could manage to replicate some of the medicines. After a brief explanation of precisely what the gel was it was slowly applied to the back wound, and clearly it was not enjoyable. Vegeta had to apply a bit more pressure to keep the Beastman's arms down during the application, easing up only once T'charrl had finished. If it hurts or tastes bad then it works well, that was his philosophy on medicine, and hopefully it held up here. "Bandages...? I don't think we've got anything, unless I go back to the ship to look. And I'd really rather not leave right now if it's all the same." They did need something to use though, as an open wound could risk exposure and contamination. Biting his lip in hesitation Vegeta eventually resorted to taking off his shirt, and once off he tore it right down the side to make it an extra long swathe of fabric. "There, once it's done we can use this, at least until we find something better to use," he reasoned, pausing as he looked to the door and at Yumi, smiling kindly. "Hey there, all done with Shu?"

"Yeah... He's going to be okay," Yumi replied, managing a smile in turn as she walked to the table. "Brought Takeshi to him so they're relaxing right now." Looking at Viral sprawled across the table her smile wavered a bit, making note of how he seemed to be in discomfort. Her eyes trailed down along his back to the wound, curious about the gel that was on the wound. She didn't need to ask though, more than trusting the two that were looking after her friend. Resisting the urge to try and soothe the Beastman as she had Shu she put her hands behind her back, looking up at Vegeta a bit curious. "Why did you take your shirt off...?"

"For a bandage, we don't have any and Viral's going to need one." Laying the shirt out at Viral's head the Saiyan grabbed hold of his shoulders, lifting him up slightly. "Yumi, I'm going to flip him, I need you to lay the shirt out so it's covering the wound. I don't want it touching the table and getting contaminated." Once the shirt was in place he eased his friend's tired frame down, moving again to hold his arms in place. After this everyone would have been seen to, at least to the degree they could be right now. While it had been the brothers who had started all of this it was now up to the rest of them to see it through, as they were the capable ones now. To that note he glanced up at Yumi, moving himself slightly for the Kaesstrian to get to work easier. "Hey... When we're done here let's go pay that general a visit. These three have to rest, but we're ready and able to see this through." Taking a pause he looked down to Viral, smiling kindly. "And then we'll find you a proper doctor and get you stitched up. What we're doing now is just temporary."

Takeshi was a fair bit fitful when brought to Shu, not overly keen on facing his brother just yet. It was in good conscience that Yumi had done it, but she wasn't seeing it from his side of things or just refusing to. With little choice he was carried to the family room and subsequently left on the couch, lying at his brother's feet as their friend walked out. Cringing inwardly when Shu said he couldn't move the older boy closed his eyes, managing a weak smile as he gave a small nod. "That's good... I'm glad you got some food." Not your fault... Don't blame yourself. He tried to tell himself that again and it fell on deaf ears. Being faced with the results of the attack it was terribly challenging not to feel responsible for what had happened. The conversation took a turn for the worse when Shu asked about seeing Katas, clearly having forgotten. So did he not remember anything at all after that fact? Or if he didn't even remember Katas then what did he remember? Waking up this morning? Or even not that early back? "Yeah... Yeah we did buddy," Takeshi replied, chuckling sadly. "His name is Katas, and he was a... Weird guy. We met two other people too... And uh... We found out who was behind all of this."

There was a certain tightening feeling in his chest as he struggled with coming to terms with this. Shu now had memory problems, issues that extended to who knows when. Viral had a life threatening wound that while being treated would take some time to heal, and as such continue to be a threat. All of that because he was incompetent and made a stupid mistake. Feeling tears come on again Takeshi gritted his teeth, pushing himself up until he was sitting, looking at Shu sadly. "I'm so sorry Shu..." he whimpered, a few tears slipping out. "It's all my fault what happened... And now you and Viral are hurt... And... Everyone's going to hate me for it..." What a childish thing to cry about, and yet he couldn't help it. Maybe not right now but soon enough the others were going to start shunning him and blaming him for what had happened. And rightly so, it had been his ineptitude that had caused this. "I screwed up... I'm an idiot..." he continued, lifting his hand and rubbing at his eyes with the heel of it. "And when I saw you... When I saw you hurt, I just lost it. I couldn't help it, I went nuts and I... I..." Breathing shakily he at Shu blurry eyed, sniffling softly as he shook his head. "I killed the men... All of them. I couldn't stop myself... I'm so sorry...!"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Vegeta kept a secure yet gentle grip of Viral's wrists, trying to do his part in taking care of his friend. If restraining him then for T'charrl's own sanity was what he had to do then he'd do it to the best of his ability. Eying the curious gel for a moment he almost asked what it was until his question was answered. "So everything that you use are all natural remedies?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. When everything on their planet was nearly chemical based it was interesting to see an alternative, and arguably a safer one at that. Perhaps before leaving they would take some plants with them, just to see if they could manage to replicate some of the medicines. After a brief explanation of precisely what the gel was it was slowly applied to the back wound, and clearly it was not enjoyable. Vegeta had to apply a bit more pressure to keep the Beastman's arms down during the application, easing up only once T'charrl had finished. If it hurts or tastes bad then it works well, that was his philosophy on medicine, and hopefully it held up here. "Bandages...? I don't think we've got anything, unless I go back to the ship to look. And I'd really rather not leave right now if it's all the same." They did need something to use though, as an open wound could risk exposure and contamination. Biting his lip in hesitation Vegeta eventually resorted to taking off his shirt, and once off he tore it right down the side to make it an extra long swathe of fabric. "There, once it's done we can use this, at least until we find something better to use," he reasoned, pausing as he looked to the door and at Yumi, smiling kindly. "Hey there, all done with Shu?"

"Yeah... He's going to be okay," Yumi replied, managing a smile in turn as she walked to the table. "Brought Takeshi to him so they're relaxing right now." Looking at Viral sprawled across the table her smile wavered a bit, making note of how he seemed to be in discomfort. Her eyes trailed down along his back to the wound, curious about the gel that was on the wound. She didn't need to ask though, more than trusting the two that were looking after her friend. Resisting the urge to try and soothe the Beastman as she had Shu she put her hands behind her back, looking up at Vegeta a bit curious. "Why did you take your shirt off...?"

"For a bandage, we don't have any and Viral's going to need one." Laying the shirt out at Viral's head the Saiyan grabbed hold of his shoulders, lifting him up slightly. "Yumi, I'm going to flip him, I need you to lay the shirt out so it's covering the wound. I don't want it touching the table and getting contaminated." Once the shirt was in place he eased his friend's tired frame down, moving again to hold his arms in place. After this everyone would have been seen to, at least to the degree they could be right now. While it had been the brothers who had started all of this it was now up to the rest of them to see it through, as they were the capable ones now. To that note he glanced up at Yumi, moving himself slightly for the Kaesstrian to get to work easier. "Hey... When we're done here let's go pay that general a visit. These three have to rest, but we're ready and able to see this through." Taking a pause he looked down to Viral, smiling kindly. "And then we'll find you a proper doctor and get you stitched up. What we're doing now is just temporary."

Takeshi was a fair bit fitful when brought to Shu, not overly keen on facing his brother just yet. It was in good conscience that Yumi had done it, but she wasn't seeing it from his side of things or just refusing to. With little choice he was carried to the family room and subsequently left on the couch, lying at his brother's feet as their friend walked out. Cringing inwardly when Shu said he couldn't move the older boy closed his eyes, managing a weak smile as he gave a small nod. "That's good... I'm glad you got some food." Not your fault... Don't blame yourself. He tried to tell himself that again and it fell on deaf ears. Being faced with the results of the attack it was terribly challenging not to feel responsible for what had happened. The conversation took a turn for the worse when Shu asked about seeing Katas, clearly having forgotten. So did he not remember anything at all after that fact? Or if he didn't even remember Katas then what did he remember? Waking up this morning? Or even not that early back? "Yeah... Yeah we did buddy," Takeshi replied, chuckling sadly. "His name is Katas, and he was a... Weird guy. We met two other people too... And uh... We found out who was behind all of this."

There was a certain tightening feeling in his chest as he struggled with coming to terms with this. Shu now had memory problems, issues that extended to who knows when. Viral had a life threatening wound that while being treated would take some time to heal, and as such continue to be a threat. All of that because he was incompetent and made a stupid mistake. Feeling tears come on again Takeshi gritted his teeth, pushing himself up until he was sitting, looking at Shu sadly. "I'm so sorry Shu..." he whimpered, a few tears slipping out. "It's all my fault what happened... And now you and Viral are hurt... And... Everyone's going to hate me for it..." What a childish thing to cry about, and yet he couldn't help it. Maybe not right now but soon enough the others were going to start shunning him and blaming him for what had happened. And rightly so, it had been his ineptitude that had caused this. "I screwed up... I'm an idiot..." he continued, lifting his hand and rubbing at his eyes with the heel of it. "And when I saw you... When I saw you hurt, I just lost it. I couldn't help it, I went nuts and I... I..." Breathing shakily he at Shu blurry eyed, sniffling softly as he shook his head. "I killed the men... All of them. I couldn't stop myself... I'm so sorry...!"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Shu might be awake now but he certainly needed someone by his side for comfort. At least that was what Yumi was convinced of, and she wouldn't leave even with the growing sense of retribution nagging at her. After teasing a 'boop' on his nose she returned to rubbing one of his hands, anything for a bit of contact with the little Saiyan. "I'll explain, okay? I don't know everything though, so there's going to be some holes. You'll have to ask your brother for the whole story." Or perhaps it might be best that she get the brothers together, then they could relax together and Shu could be given the proper turn of events. "On second thought, I'll go get Takeshi, okay? I'll just be gone a second." Almost in a motherly show the Beastman leaned down, placing a light kiss on the kid's forehead before getting off of the couch and leaving the room. She knew the older boy was off in the family room, but she wasn't aware that Vegeta would be stopping by to pay a visit, or whatever he might be doing. Not wanting to interrupt she leaned up against the wall, humming while she waited.

"Nah, our stomachs aren't sensitive. I'm just... Not very keen on eating when some of my food might leak out." It certainly didn't feel like there was a hole in his gut, at least besides the ones on the surface. It would be incredible luck but it was possible that his organs had been missed altogether. Once he knew for certain then maybe he'd eat something, but only once he was positive it was safe. Once thing was certain; healing was going to take a little while. Even if only a few hours that was still time lost to confront the general, who know had properly dug himself into a pit. Having his own medical care finished Takeshi didn't see any further reason for T'charrl to linger, figuring there were other things he might want to do. In his own idiocy the way he mentioned it came across as rather crass. "I didn't mean it like that," the Saiyan said suddenly, "I just mean you don't have to watch over me. I'm sure the others could use a hand, and I'll probably just lie here anyways." Smiling apologetically Takeshi pushed himself into a partial sitting position, reaching out and patting the alien's shoulder. "Thank you for the help, but I'll be okay now." Just as he spoke Vegeta came to the room, immediately giving reason for T'charrl to leave. If Viral needed more help than just Vegeta his condition must be serious, which was the exact opposite of what had been wanted to be heard. Offering some support for the idea Takeshi watched as the others left, glad to finally be alone as he laid back once more.

"I appreciate this, really. I don't know what more I can do for him," Vegeta said as they walked. At the kitchen door he noticed T'charrl stopping, inciting a confused look from the Saiyan as he turned about to question the alien. So he was afraid of Viral hurting him? Frankly he couldn't see a reason why, oblivious to what had happened earlier in the forest. If it meant that the Beastman would get help then he'd wholeheartedly agree to the request. "Of course, whatever you need." Cutting back to the table the Saiyan looked down at his friend, smiling apologetically as his hands went down and clasped around Viral's wrists. "Just a precaution while he tends to your wounds, okay? He's going to help with the burns." At the moment Viral was still on his stomach, meaning the burn on his back was the first to be dealt with. Once it was healed or had begun to heal they'd flip him over and do the same to the other, and hopefully that would be that.

Yumi kept to the wall until Vegeta and T'charrl were well out of the room, slipping in just as Takeshi was settling down. "Don't get too comfortable just yet!" she chirped, smiling at the Saiyan.

Takeshi jumped slightly in his spot, wincing as he agitated his wounds. "What... Why not?" he asked, frowning as he looked up at Yumi. "I just want to rest Yumi, can't I do that?"

"Sure you can," she replied, standing at the side of the table. "With Shu though. I bet he wants to see his big brother." Leaning herself over she went to slide an arm under Takeshi's back and legs to lift him up, instead being pushed away. Rather confused she looked to the boy before her, letting her hands rest at her sides. "You don't want to see him...? He's awake you know and I bet he's wondering where you are."

Takeshi looked up at Yumi with a hint of skepticism, frowning to himself. Shu wanted to see him after what he'd done? Or was he unaware of what had happened? Torn between keeping himself hidden out of guilt and agreeing to his brother's request he was properly conflicted at the moment. "I do want to see him... But what if he's mad at me for screwing up? Or for what I did? I can't face him if he's going to be disappointed with me..."

"That's what you're worried about? Do you hear yourself?" Yumi asked, putting her hands on her hips. "Look. There's a little boy in the other room whose got no clue what happened. He seemed upset and I can only do so much for him. Maybe you did do something wrong, I don't know. What I do know is he looks up to you and trusts you, so you should go there to try to help him."

It was still a lousy thing to have to do, but Takeshi couldn't argue with Yumi really. It was his own personal feelings keeping him away, and true or not Shu could likely use his brother's help at the moment. "Fine... Okay..." he relented, glancing up at Yumi. "Just don't tell him I was sulking, okay? I don't need him worrying about- Hey! Wait!" Apparently 'okay' was all that the Beastman had to hear, lifting the Saiyan up swiftly after the word had passed his lips. Huffing indignantly he was carried like a child to Shu's location, feeling uneasy as they entered the room.

"Shu? I've got a guest for you!" Yumi chimed, smiling happily. Taking a gander about the room she settled on placing Takeshi on the other end of the couch, trying her best to mind laying him on top of his brother. Once settled in she clasped her hands together, rather pleased that she had likely helped out. "I'm going to go see how Viral is doing, you two have fun." A look of frustration came her way from Takeshi, but she just shrugged it off and left the room, heading directly to the kitchen to look in on her other friend.

There was no helping it now, they'd have to talk. Takeshi kept his glare on Yumi until she had left the room, relenting with a soft sigh before looking down at Shu. His brother was laid out as flat as could be, and with everything wrapped around his head and neck chances were he'd not be lifting his head. That's my fault... I did that to him.... He might as well have, that's how he felt over the matter. Managing a weak smile the older Saiyan shifted his foot, nudging his sibling's to let him know he was there. "Uh... Hey buddy. How are you feeling?"

Black Butler, Untold (Vena Sera x SilverRain)

Ooooh, purdy knife :D

And I was thinking that as well ^^ Still pondering when to introduce Mr. OC.

Black Butler, Untold (Vena Sera x SilverRain)

"Well of course I'm going to cremate her." Ciel replied, looking at Alex a bit surprised. "What else would I do with a dead body? I'll certainly not have it rotting in my estate, and bringing it back into town would cause complications." That was his mindset initially anyways. It was still rather shocking that the woman had up and died like that, even in her old age. She'd been showing signs of her years to be certain but relatively speaking she looked to be fairly healthy, so for her to drop dead was unusual. What was equally unusual, the earl reflected was how she dropped like that after being alone with Alex. It was certainly a suspicious predicament, and not one that he was about to overlook. In the mindset the tailor was guilty Ciel wasted little time in confronting him, getting the expected defensive response. "I don't even know what your plans are!" the young Phantomhive snapped, putting his hands on his hips. "You molest me this morning and now bring a woman to die in my house by night. If there is some 'plan' then I must congratulate you, because at the moment whatever it may be is well over my head." This was NOT something he needed to be dealing with at the moment, not with bigger and far more important events taking place.

Sebastian came at his master's call, still carrying the recently deceased like a sack of potatoes. In a revelation Ciel opted to keep the woman, figuring it best to find a cause of death before condemning Alex, if only for his own curiosity. For someone who argued his innocence it sure seemed as though the tailor was quick to take things to a brash turn. In a deft movement he withdrew a knife from his belt, taking the utterly oblivious Meh-Rin hostage in the blink of an eye. Yet again Alex's behavior confused the earl, and even to some degree amused him. Sebastian seemed to be entertained as well, or at least as close to being entertained as a demon could be. As the butler spoke to Alex he went over to the night stand, pulling out the bottom drawer and through a stack of clothing withdrew a pistol, already primed to fire. Turning around Ciel held it at arms length, aiming directly at Alex's head.

"You sincerely expect to negotiate by taking one of my servants as hostage?" Ciel asked, smiling ruefully. With a small chuckle he shook his head, taking a small few steps forward, eyes locking on Alex. "Kill her if you must, she already has agreed to die for my sake. However... If you kill her you are then stealing from me my property. I have absolutely no mercy towards anyone who thinks they can steal what's mine and get away with it." Lifting his thumb he pulled back the hammer on the pistol, letting his index finger rest idly on the trigger. Almost uncaring he looked at the clock once more, frowning at it getting ever closer to being time to depart. "Let's not waste any more time with this. Let her go, you're coming with us. Even if you do cut her then what? Either I'll shoot you or Sebastian will tear you down where you stand, it's a moot effort. Give up and face the charges against you, you just might survive then."

Legend of Zelda: The Templar Crusade

Hope everything starts looking up for you D: And welcome back to the insanity.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"It's okay, you don't have to remember everything. Don't get upset, what matters is now you're okay." Well, okay may not be the exact word for what Shu was. Movement was still a bit of a struggle and he was acting as though he'd just woken up from sleep. Yumi wasn't medically inclined but she knew that chances were the little boy had a concussion, but not entirely certain memory loss was an aspect of that. Hopefully it wasn't some kind of amnesia, that was the last thing they needed. Looking away from the Saiyan for a moment she glanced out the window, biting her lip uncertainly. Someone had done this to him, and that someone might still be out there. Her sense of vindictiveness was slowly returning now that the initial shock had died down, and the gears were starting to turn. Takeshi had mentioned before the general to be responsible, and even if directly he hadn't caused the injury to Shu he'd certainly had a hand in it. That was justification enough, she mused, to seek him out. Shifting her gaze back onto Shu she reached down, giving his nose a playful 'boop' before smiling gently. "We're going to finish things from here, okay? You got pretty banged up, so did Viral and Takeshi. So you're all going to relax and let us take care of things, all right?"

Vegeta was thrilled to be through with cauterizing, though now an entirely new issue faced them. The burns were now susceptible to infection and if irritated they'd reopen, meaning they needed to be healed now too. That was beyond him at the moment due to lack of any sort of supplies nearby. "I'll take care of those, don't worry. I just need to go find the others, they might have something to use. I'll be right back." Leaving Viral laying there bothered him, but they had to find something to soothe the wounds. Taking a last quick look to make certain there wasn't any bleeding any longer he turned and left the kitchen, hoping to find one of the aliens for help.

"You want me to eat...? How am I supposed to- Ack!" Takeshi let out a pained yelp as the last and final knife was torn out, flinching as a reaction before laying back again. At least he wasn't going to have to get any more removed now, and with the last bit of gel applied he may even begin to heal. Between the stress and pain food was for perhaps the first time ever the furthest thing from his mind. Besides, if his stomach was damaged then did he really want to eat anything? "I can eat once we're done. I won't die if I skip lunch..." he grumbled, still sulking a bit. Taking a peek down at himself he inspected the now covered wounds, his lips curling slightly as he tentatively lifted a hand and touched the skin around one of the wounds, wincing softly. Definitely still tender, if he was to get up now it'd only end badly. Being bed ridden was the last thing he wanted, but then again bleeding out wasn't exactly at the top of his list either. Takeshi shook his head, giving T'charrl an exasperated glance. "I've got nothing else. If you're done with me you might as well get going, if you can't help the others." He didn't mean to sound ungrateful, but there didn't seem much purpose to the prince being here if he wasn't providing aid. "Or, you can go talk to Shu, seeing as how he's your friend and all."

"Maybe he can come see Viral first?" Vegeta quipped, poking his head into the room. "I don't mean to intrude, but Viral could use some help, if you've got a second. I had to cauterize his wounds to stop the bleeding, but I've got nothing to deal with the burns. Think you can do something?"

Takeshi was a bit surprised that Vegeta came by, but also rather disappointed he had. Being faced with one of his friends the feeling of guilt returned, making him look away to try and hide his face in shame. "Can you do that T'charrl? Or at least try?" he asked hopefully. "Use some of the gel you gave me, it seems to work... I know Shu and I will really appreciate it if you give him a hand."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Rather than get an explanation it looked as though Shu just utterly didn't know what happened. That led to one of two possibilities; it had been so sudden that he couldn't have possibly registered it, or it had been such a bad blow that he couldn't even remember what it had been. Both were unsettling, making Yumi fidget uneasily in her spot. "You were attacked by the general's men..." she whispered softly, using her free hand to gently brush a bit of dirt off of the boy's shirt. "The Queen and everyone else saved you, that's why they're here. Vegeta is helping Viral right now, and T'charrl is healing Takeshi." Taking a pause she glanced up to ask Garesh a question about what had happened, surprised to see he had left the room, as well as Eslaria. Sighing to herself the Beastman went back to attending to her friend, smiling meekly as he took the last bite of the fruit. Listening to the rest of what the little Saiyan had to say a rather troubling revelation came to light. Seeing Eslaria's friend... Wasn't that what they had set out to do a few hours ago? Nervously Yumi set the core of the fruit aside, sitting on the edge of the couch and gently rubbing at Shu's hand. "Shu? Listen to me, okay? Tell me the last thing you remember doing. Did you go to see the Queen's friend? And what did you do after that?" Hopefully he knew that much, otherwise he'd lost a few hours of memory, and goodness knows what else.

Deciding it was really their only option Vegeta finally relented, opting to cauterize Viral's wound. It was probably the least enjoyable thing he'd done in a while, but with the alternative being his friend potentially dying he had little choice. Viral told him not to apologize, but that was easy to say now, just wait until the act was done. Using his Ki as a heat source Vegeta carefully gathered enough up to do the deed, searing the bloodied flesh and closing off the wound. During the process Viral tried to hide his discomfort, but it still showed through as clear as day. Unnerved by just how agonizing it looked to be Vegeta quickly drew his hand away, giving the Beastman an uneasy look. Asking the rather stupid question then of if it hurt got a perfectly justified and anguished answer. "Right... Dumb question. And yeah, there's still the other part of the wound to deal with." Hardly a thrilling prospect but a necessary one. Carefully grabbing Viral's side he turned his friend over, a fair degree uncertain about making him lie on his only recently closed wound. The longer they dragged this on though the worse it would be, and thus the Saiyan tore away the shreds of Viral's shirt to expose the rear end of the wound. "Here it comes." Again Vegeta let his hand hover just centimeters over the wound, summing up his Ki to create heat. As before there would be a rather nasty burning sensation, mercifully only lasting for a few seconds as the exit wound wasn't quite as large. When the skin was closed Vegeta took a step back, looking properly bothered by what he was doing. "No more wounds? That was the big one?" he asked, rather hopeful playing doctor was over with.

"I fell for a trap like an idiot..." Takeshi grumbled, still dejected. "A year of military training and I still fell for a basic trick. I'm such an idiot..." It was easy to lay here and rag on himself all day, but it wasn't doing anyone any favors. All he was accomplishing now was complaining and delaying things from moving on, as much as he might be angry with himself. Nodding when told not to move the Saiyan closed his eyes, bracing for the pain that was sure to come. In a deft movement T'charrl yanked it clean out, inciting another sound of pain from the Saiyan that was hardly relieved by the healing gel that was placed on it. With a sharp inhale through his nose Takeshi lifted his head again, straining a smile as he did so. "You're the native... I get it. And if you're confident we're okay then... I guess I got no choice but to lay here..." It was hardly what he wanted, but there was little room for alternatives. He wondered what the plan actually was now that they were all here. Was the general going to be taken into custody, or was he going to meet the fate of his men? With how things were at the moment Takeshi really wouldn't mind the latter, even if it might be a bit brash. Because of that man Shu was now in who knows what kind of state and Viral possibly clinging onto life by a thread. If either should succumb to their injures then it really didn't matter to him what the others wanted, the general was going to die. "Get that last knife outta me... Then we'll talk plans."