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[desertdaggers]

[Things are moving back in Rolante, and Hawk's taking as much advantage of it as he can. The problem is, while the Amazon warriors have certainly managed to stir up a fuss all through the castle, they haven't actually made it to where Hawk is, or was, at this point. Which is a mixed blessing, since he's not sure he wants to be captured by anyone else- but on the other hand he's been dealing with rooms of enemies alone, and he's not exactly in prime state to be taking on two Armour Knights at once right now.

He staggers when he appears on the Plane, one arm out for balance, the other held close in, bleeding, and finds the wall of the theatre. Hats pats it a couple of times, and, reassured nothing is about to leap at him, turns and slides down against him. He… may be leaving some marks on the wall, but nothing that can't hopefully be wiped off later with a little work.]

…so that does work. Good.

[He leans back against the wall, letting out a sigh and relaxing. He should really get bandages, but… he's not sure he's up to moving right now. Soon.]

Comments

[formervanguard]

Oh goddess!

[Marta rushes over, wide-eyed, the moment she sees someone injured and bleeding.]

Here, Stay still! Let me heal you!

[And unless Hawk plans to protest or to stop her, he will be receiving one (1) Heal. ♥]

[desertdaggers]

[he doesn't really have any mind to protest, looking up at her in some surprise. Most of the smaller cuts heal over, and the larger ones become shallower, scabs beginning to form.]

Ah… thank you very much! [He… would stand, but he's not quite sure it would be a good idea still. He smiles at her instead, straightening up as much as he can.] I wasn't expecting… well, such charming treatment, but I'm very glad for it. May I have your name, kind saviour?

[formervanguard]

O-oh...! [She blinks at him, a bit owlish, then beams a little as her cheeks flush a rosy shade of pink.] It's no problem at all! I'm happy to help! Always!

[She is so flustered. dasjfkls You flatterer!]

I'm Marta. Marta Lualdi. What's your name, sir?

[desertdaggers]

Then I can count on you if I ever find myself in trouble again? [smile smile]

[he does it as well as he can! good to know it still works.]

Hawk. It's nice to meet you, Marta. [the circumstances could stand to be better, but… well. Can't be helped.]

[formervanguard]

Mhm, but... I hope you don't find yourself in trouble again! [Worry worry!

She's still blushing, though. ajklsa]

It's nice to meet you too! But... are you okay? What happened?

[desertdaggers]

I'd definitely prefer that, too, to be honest.

[haha. It makes her look even cuter than before.]

I'm alright now, more or less, but… there's monsters all over the place. Getting out's going to be trickier than I thought.

[formervanguard]

You mean, you're trapped? [She frowns. She may not know the circumstances, but she's pretty sure that no matter what they are, it's bad!] Do you need help? You can take me with you to your world! I can fight, and I can keep you healed!

[desertdaggers]

Well, at the moment, I'm trying to get out, but…

[He hesitates, pushing his hair back, staring up at her.] I… well, it would certainly help… Are you sure?

[formervanguard]

[She should be more hesitant about this, probably. She isn't, though. There's really only one thing holding her back.]

I'm sure! But... hold on, okay? I need to tell Emil. I think he'll help us too!


((OoC: Marta's busybody-ness strikes again... I'mma send a plurk to you and Saffy and we can talk about logging or handwaving this? if that's cool? If it's not cool, we can figure something out. ♥))

[grip_on_reality]

Oi--! [--but as she starts in his direction and gets a proper look at the state of him, she cuts off whatever she was about to say]

What the hell 'appened to you!?

[rushing over, she tries to get a look at where--and how badly--he's wounded]

[desertdaggers]

Ah… I'm trying to get out. It's not going too well.

[It's mostly cuts to his torso and arms, most of them not deep enough for the blood loss to incapacitate him in a short amount of time, but it all adds up. Hawk shifts, the arm with less damage crossing his body.]

…I don't suppose you have any bandages on you?

[grip_on_reality]

Out of what, a brawl? [she's not liking the look of him, even if none of the wounds appear terribly deep. she straightens, her expression growing serious] Back in a tick. Don't move.

[and she drops from the Plane, coming back in only moments with a roll of bandages and some antiseptic with cotton to apply it. she quickly kneels next to him] This might sting a bit. [she dabs a cotton swap with antiseptic and then begins to rub it against his wounds]

[desertdaggers]

Something like that.

[He flinches when the swab rubs against the first cut, taking a deep breath, then steels himself, hands curling.] Hah- you weren't kidding. [said with a tight smile- he doubts she'd lie about it, but it felt as though something needed to be said.]

[grip_on_reality]

Just stay still. [once she's run her swab over all the cuts she sees on one arm, she starts to bandage the worst of them. but glancing up at him, she asks intently:] Are you still trapped where this happened? [because she's come to the Plane in need of help before, and she certainly isn't going to leave him in a dangerous predicament if she can do something about it]

[desertdaggers]

[He grimaces, making as little movement as he can otherwise.] Unfortunately so. But… I don't plan to stay that way any longer than I have to.

[grip_on_reality]

Oh? [she starts on his other arm] What's your plan for getting out?

[desertdaggers]

Ahah… well, it was sneaking past as many of them as I could, but… clearly that hasn't worked out too well. So now… [he moves carefully to scratch his nose, and frowns] I'll have to change it. I can't go in head first, that's… really asking for too much trouble. Ahh…

Sorry this is so late

[vengefulagent]

[Wash happens to be passing by when he catches sight of the blood on the walls. Several scenario begin to race through hi mind about why someone may be hurt--and many of them involve Christopher, York's murderer. He jogs over to the wall, inspecting it first before he follow the trail and spots Hawk on the ground against an adjacent wall.]

Hey! Are you okay? Who did this to you?

it's fine!

[desertdaggers]

[He goes stiff for a moment or two before he recognises Wash, and then he slumps again, bringing one hand up to brush his hair back.]

Less 'who' than 'what', actually. And… well, I've been better. [obviously.]

[vengefulagent]

[Well, that's actually a relief, though maybe a part of him did want it to be that red-eyed guy.] Yeah, I'm sure. So what did, what happened?

[While he asks and waits for a reply, he opens a panel on the side of his leg armor, to see if he has any kind of medical equipment. Sure enough, he has a few bandaids and a cannister of biofoam, but he isn't sure to what extent Hawk's injuries are. He can't use the biocomm like he would other agents and soldiers since Hawk doesn't have their kind of equipment.]

[desertdaggers]

I'm trying to escape where I am at the moment. It's… not going so well.

[there's visible cuts, mostly on his arms, some of his torso- probably some bruising in places. Hawk sits up a bit, peering at Wash's leg armour with interest.]

That's useful. How much can you keep in there?

[vengefulagent]

[The biofoam's usually meant for filling deep wounds until the soldier can get proper medical treatment, but he figures it should help for now if he uses it in small quantities. Wash closes up the leg compartment and kneels down next to Hawk.]

I can't keep much in here, just the essentials--and if I'm on duty, a couple extra clips of ammo. [Wash shakes the cannister of biofoam.] Here, give me your hand. Dab a bit on each of your wounds and I'll patch up the worst of them.

[He'll get to Hawk's situation in a moment.]

[desertdaggers]

Ah, I see. What kind? [given the armour… he's not quite sure what to imagine.]

Sure. [He nods, holding one arm out, fingers twitching slightly as he waits.]

[vengefulagent]

[Wash starts treating Hawk's wounds while he talks.] What, of ammo? [He shrugs.] Depends on the mission. I usually use a BR55--a triple-burst long range rifle, basically. There are other weapons, but I'm most comfortable with that one.

Speaking of weapons, though, what the hell did this to you?

[desertdaggers]

Mm. That's always the best, isn't it?

The kinds of weapons, you mean? Swords and daggers, for the most part, though the imps did their best as well. [there should be a couple of bumps from their forks, at least.]