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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 14, 2006 20:57:42 GMT -5
Tavis was bored. He had been dealing with boredom rather frequently especially because there wasn’t anyone around who wasn’t busy. So gathering a bag full of random things (in case he had to barter for anything) and slipped away from Tura area. He was on high alert as he made his way carefully though the boarder lands.
(for anyone to jump in)
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Mar 14, 2006 22:46:07 GMT -5
So this was what a piece of toast felt like, Reza thought as he opened his eyes. His first thought was not to move, but to take stock of his situation. He was not dead. His body hurt more than he really cared to aknowledge, and not in a sweet-lovin' sorta way. From the lumpiness of the ground, he was outside. So he hadn't been taken captive by the military... so the spell or whatever it was... had worked. To a degree. He closed his eyes and went back to playing dead. He certainly felt the part, and to a higher degree than he realized, looked it. His arms and legs were blackened, seeping blood. The rest of his body looked extremely sunburnt to say the least, and his hair'd been singed off.
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 15, 2006 15:32:23 GMT -5
Tavis thought he saw something move from the corner of his eye, he stepped back against a building, he seemed to be doing a lot of hiding in the shadows lately. Creeping forward slowly he saw a…being laying on the ground, from what he could tell it looked harish.
Silently he knelt down and reached out, looking for a pulse, “Are you awake?” He asked softly.
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Mar 15, 2006 17:01:29 GMT -5
"No, I'm dead," Reza replied, cracking open an eye, and grinning weakly.
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 15, 2006 19:17:17 GMT -5
Tavis smiled in spite of himself, "Well then it should be easy to take care of you then, can a dead har walk?" He asked, Tavis didn't want to leave the har alone while he fetched help and he knew that he couldn't do much on his own, "I can help numb any pain if that will help," he added.
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Mar 15, 2006 19:24:00 GMT -5
He sat up, with a grimace. "No fuckin' clue." And then, he got to his feet. Shakily. He made it. And then his broken ankle decided to remind him of it's existance; and he met the ground again with a yelp. "I'm ...gonna... take that as a no...to the walking bit."
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 15, 2006 19:26:50 GMT -5
Tavis was at a lost at what to do next, "I can't help you by myself...I could maybe numb the pain in your ankle, but you might end up carrying me back to the hospital. I highly doubt you are feeling up to something like that. Do you think you could wait here while I run back and get someone?"
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Mar 15, 2006 19:28:56 GMT -5
Reza laughed. A surprisingly normal sound coming from a distinctly abnormal body. "I think I've been here a while already; won't make much of a difference to me. Have a gun?"
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 15, 2006 19:40:02 GMT -5
"No...a knife? You can borrow it if you like, I don't know how much it will help you if anyone comes across you, but it is better than nothing."
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Mar 15, 2006 19:42:56 GMT -5
Reza shook his head. "Na, keep the knife, I'll be fine here. I'll just roast more of those soldiery-types if they come back here. Like marshmallows!" He grinned. "We can make s'mores of them"
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 15, 2006 19:46:58 GMT -5
Tavis blinked, "You did this to yourself?!" He hadn't heard of hara using fire before, "How did you manage to do that?" He knew he should be running off to get help, but wanted to know how this har had toasted himself.
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Mar 15, 2006 19:48:10 GMT -5
He shrugged. "...to tell you the truth, I've got no clue. I bet Jish could figure it out though." he paused, licked his lips, and sat up a bit better, to look around him. "...I don't think I'd really reccomend it."
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 15, 2006 19:54:38 GMT -5
"I'll keep that in mind, but now I'm going to get help. I'll be back as quick as I can." Tavis ran off back towards St. Bridget's, quickling locating Mac. He all bug dragged the older har towards the burnt har.
Mac knelt down beside him, "What the fuck did you do to yourself?" He asked as he started to look over Reza, "Decide you didn't want to wait before you were dead before cooking youself?" He asked the har.
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Mar 15, 2006 19:57:01 GMT -5
Reza eyed Mac with suspicion. "I felt like a bit of barbecue," he replied acridicly. "As for how I did it? I'd say it's wild magic, and it hurt." The misincepted paused. "I suppose I'm not up in the running for Miss-Har-Universe anymore. How bad's it look?"
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 15, 2006 20:19:11 GMT -5
"It can be fixed," Mac said softly, "it should not scar you permanently." Mac did not know that for sure, but he was pretty sure he could prevent any permanent damage. "Tavis come here, I'll need your help. Just give him some basic healing, I can heal his ankle and we can carry him back to the hospital." Tavis did as he was told while Mac took Reza's ankle in his hands and focused on the bones knitting back together.
After a while he pulled away and looked at Reza, "Do you think you can stand to walk now?"
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