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Haha le large father

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there's no mercy in those eyes

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At this point, the contents of the suspicious drum were all but assured to be human in nature,

I think we took this to be referring to priscilla herself instead of extras

thus being the root of the miscommunication

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fuck's sake

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still got it

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Brewing Storm

Okay.

That was the mantra that dominated his being as the other two ran off to the next room, leaving him to fend for both himself and the battered, bloodied Priscilla.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Whether or not that was entirely true was out of the question. In fact, you could probably argue it to already be retroactively proven false— basically, a lie. To be frank about the situation meant one had to accept that it was far from okay as-is, and seemingly worsening as minutes dragged by.

But that's what we have to be here for.

Take something not-okay and make it okay.

That's a Hunter's job.

"...So it'll be okay."

He began to run through the checklist of first-aid protocol his mother and father had drilled into his mind from the tender age of already seventeen, one of the many crash-courses in his buildup to the trial periods for incoming transfer students who hadn't already completed the curriculum of primer schools like Signal.

Only, it would be a lie to say it was that simple.

The human mind is a labyrinthine monstrosity, twisting and turning and full of traps and hangups and dead-ends.

Lots of cuts.
Lots of blood.
I need to stop the bleeding, right?
But I need to locate the cuts to do that—
The specific ones, and prioritize the worst...

His mind began to overclock, trying to keep itself straight.

You might have already guessed this if you're familiar with the kind of guy he is:

It didn't work.

I see a lot here, but I don't have anything to clean them with.
What if there's more on her back? I'd need to move her.
Wait, you're not supposed to move someone this battered, right?!
Her bones could be broken...
When's the Professor gonna get here?
What if she runs into something on the way?
What if something runs into me?
I'll have to handle that.
I should probably get that jacket off to make sure there's nothing big concealed under it...
Wait, no!
Idiot!
She'll lose body heat like that!

Gritting teeth and venting what would be steam if this were a cartoon from his nostrils in a concentrative breath, he even went so far as to shake his head and rub his temples, gripping the end of her jacket with his other hand.

He honestly felt apologetic for how little of a reassuring air he was giving her here. He now more than ever understood why he didn't want to pursue the medical field at any point in his life: the pressure of holding a life so directly in your hands was palpable.

Hey, wait.

Hands.

He squeezed the jacket again, noting now that the end he held contained a pocket.

And that the pocket contained something hard and thin and rectangular. Not a credit card, but...

"Luke, spot me!"

It was then that Cian burst back into the room, hand already outstretched even within her protective barrier. She needed to come back for something, that much was obvious. Specifically to him, and he knew as well as anyone that he wasn't playing the team pack mule here. The only thing he could have had that they didn't was his drills, to get through a wall, or door—

Or something his charge could have used to get through said door. Something she could have used to get back in after it automatically locked. Something the team never realized they needed with the questionably operative power in the facility.

Something you'd need to get into a security room full of cameras in any other place.

He quickly swiped the object from her pocket, reaching out for the gunslinger to offer it up ASAP.

"Keycard, got it!"

Action spurred on action.

He made a choice.

As soon as she deftly plucked the card from his hand, he was already at work shedding his precious hoodie, intent on tearing as many pieces from the thing as he could to stop what bleeding he could. Blood loss was the most immediate thing he could both counteract and needed to worry about, but he was going to need two things for it to happen.

Cloth and steady, firm pressure.

Both I can do— I might need to change up my wardrobe, anyways.

A tank top for the rest of the mission wouldn't be too bad of a look if it meant he bought Priscilla time.

It'd certainly make things more okay than the alternative.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Lux Harken

At the mention of food Lux's fave lit up. The earlier fight had left him feeling a little peckish.

"That sounds wonderful. I would love to have something to eat before we hit the road."

Jason had been pretty quiet for a few minutes now.

...

Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaare

...

Say something

@Silvan Haven

Jason Alexander

Don't you jiiiiiiiiiiiiii~ at me.

In fact, you can leave me well alone. I never agreed to this party suddenly gaining like four cute girls because you picked the one job everyone would want. Seriously, hadn't you learned anything about foresight from me? This is why the 108 Skills will forever elude you, Harken, I hope you understand this.

Granted, this change of pace could prove beneficial—if little else, The Pawn seemed to radiate capability in much the same way Harken did. Hard to fake that, and doubly so if you've a content of character anywhere near his. Lying, cheating, and bluffing your way into authority were about as far you got from him, at least on outward appearance. Apparently his morality was flexible enough to allow himself to become part of clandestine tactics, but I'm sure he didn't ever plan on admitting that or even enjoying it.

What kind of knightly paladin of justice of guiding light and justice snuck around, anyway? Exactly. It clashed with him.

But as I said, it could prove beneficial. The blind girl and the reverse trap cook girl notwithstanding, thanks largely due to me not having a good read on them, splitting the mission ended up giving us at least one more surefire person to delegate workload to, if not more. Now, I was no mathematician, since books were more my thing, but this counted towards a pretty lucrative drop in opportunity cost as far as I could see it.

Thankfully, by having only a modest and perfectly healthy amount to speak of, I managed to swallow my pride.

"Jason. I'll eat, sure."

He never urged me to say much. I'm a man of effiency, I could be breathing with that air.

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Nothing's forcing you to not be a Blue Sentinel or Darkmoon either. There's better ways of punishing invasions than this.

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Again: Don't be that guy.

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Don't try and deny what you're doing by saying you aren't a ganksquad, man. If you're gonna purposefully sit around waiting to 4v1 invaders and try and say that, the next time I rob a bank I'll be sure to claim I was just persuading the teller to give me money.

If you hate that part of the game so much, go be a blueberry. Don't be that guy.