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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?

[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]

[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]

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?

[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!

[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.]

[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]

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]

A friend of yours? [well, he'll probably find out soon. He nods.] Sure. I'm not in a hurry.

[[o/!]]

[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.

[formervanguard]

Great! Don't move, I'll be back.

[And off she goes to find Emil!]

[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…

[grip_on_reality]

[she's just going to assume that means he doesn't really have a plan. since she's definitely not going to let him run back in there without one, she pauses in her work, looking up at him]

Look, you've made it to the Plane. That means, if you need any people or items to 'elp you , this is your chance. So what are you gonna need?

[desertdaggers]

[…more or less. Hawk leans his head back again, thinking.]

Ideally? Backup, healing items, and armour. I'd be happy enough with one of those, though.

[grip_on_reality]

[she makes a face at that list. but after a second's hesitation, she says:] I could give you backup. What sort of weapon would I need?

[desertdaggers]

[he makes an awkward smile and shrugs in response to her face, then looks thoughtful.] The monsters in the castle… most of them use bladed weapons. What are you used to?

[grip_on_reality]

[she sighs--she figured it'd be something like that] One-on-one with someone with a knife at best. [and by that she means disabling them with a baton or spray] It's not my division. How many do you think you'll need to take on to get out?

[desertdaggers]

Your division? [but it's not exactly the time for that, is it.]

Well… it looked like there were at least three enemies in the next room, and there's probably more on the way down… [He tilts his head, considering.] If it's too much, though, I couldn't ask you to take it on.