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 Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 9:50 am
The fight was over and no one was the victory. While there were now more pendents given, Calder did not know of it. All he knew was that while he was trying to work through finding the rest of Christof, then trying to find his head, and also to get Barth UP and get them all gathering pieces to get Christof the heck out of there, that it was almost too late.
Then, when it was over, Riley was back to barking her own orders. Despite not wanting to look at her for certain, recent actions, he fumed. The more and more it happened - not just the orders, but Christof's display of gushing affection and Riley's tendency to just grab the reigns as if entitled to them, bothered him greatly. Still, priority did take into account that Christof was hurt, and seeing as no one was better suited for carrying Christof's large body, or so he thought. Jericho pretty much too what little asset Calder could have given to the team and picked up the larger part of his friend. Frowning, he took Christof's knapsack instead along with his own, and then went to pick up the boil's missing arm.
With that, he followed them back to the main camp, wondering if he should even be in this group where he wasn't wanted or needed more and more. On that note, he gave Barth Christof's arm, feeling that he might just walk off when he went to the camp. No point in crowded the Igor anyways. It's not like he was any good with medical tings. Instead, he took out the fish he caught and put them in Christof's knapsack.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 9:56 am
It had all happened so quickly - one minute, Riley had been dragged away from it by a hooded Reaper. And the next minute, a new voice had rang thickly through the fog, though its exact words were muffled by the dampness. All it had properly heard were Riley's own shouted thoughts, which came through crystal clear regardless...
... and then had come that odd crushing pressure that sat on the fragile plague doctor like... like Gargantuan was giving it the biggest hug in the entire world, and not letting go at the end. It could hear Riley screaming at whoever was doing this...
... and then the fog lessened, and it could see Christof laying in pieces, Riley crouched on the ground. Her scream cut through its mind before she turned and scooped up Christof's head, sending orders across the group. The plague doctor took one breath, for the calming effect, and nodded. "Si, I can put him back together again if need be. Let us go now." It had been slightly dented by that strange attack, but it was overall still healthy... unlike Christof.
It hurried after Riley, scooping up a patchwork hand from the ground as it did so. "Grazie," it quickly told Calder and Jericho, noting that they had picked up the rest of the patchwork's body parts. Now there was nothing to do but get to camp... quickly!
((ZONING OUT TO BEACH))
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 10:06 am
There were so many question's flying around in Damiens head. Who they were, What exactly happened to the body of the now stand alone head, Why did the purple creature have no mouth, and not to mention how was she even talking to him without said mouth. But it wasn't the time for questions. She knew that, he knew that, they all knew that.
She wasted no time in delegating the tasks to everyone present, to get it done as swiftly and efficiently as possible. Everyone around worked fast as the dismembered body parts was gathered and hoisted away. He did the only thing he could do at the moment, take point and keep and open ear for anything ahead. He sure hoped that the boil could be put back together.
being a simple head didn't sound very fun at all.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 11:08 am
Barth felt a bit awkward about the arm.
"Err, thanks," he said. He let it rest partially on the ground, in the hopes that it would get the hint and do its own crawling. At least, partially. Maladore would sort it all out, once they were back to the supply tent.
With a lot of delay, and complaining, and subtle hinting, he finally got to his feet, and started walking. Field trips. Not as much Joy as the last trip, and he could appreciate the eerie locale, but being attacked by hooded figures and walking everywhere, less so. Didn't this island have a public transportation system?
(( Heading to the Beach ORP ))
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