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Kairatos opened his mouth to speak, shut it, and then just raised an eyebrow as he was scolded from multiple fronts. He supposed he might not deserve it, since he'd broken his own rule about sticking with a team, but... well... Deserving it didn't necessarily break through the human nature of not wanting to listen to it.

The expression was a brief window to the past, and once he might have courted a smack by rolling his eyes, but instead he just narrowed them a little before he started with Ida's chain of conversation.

"I'm not trying to save him, I'm trying to burn the thing puppeting his body off the face of the earth so whatever's left that was Alois can return to the Cauldron." This was... not entirely true. There was still a small, sad spark that hoped one day for some human qualities to creep back into Bishophite's face, even though he knew it was hopeless.
Maybe it was cruel to try and evoke memory of the first time Iris had tried to purify the half-youma, but he regretted tolerating calling that... thing Alois at this point.

"I'm fine with a little extra help, anything to get me back out the door faster. Goddamn sticky b*****d..." He sighed, impatiently, and added.

"Bishophite isn't Compact business." Which also wasn't necessarily quite true. "He's old business... Something I should have faced up to cleaning up a long time ago."

Seemed more fair to take it on himself. Quenton had been his lover, Ida was... Ida. She belonged here. Iris had enough pain. He could take this on.

Noting Chariklo's reaction, he added, for her benefit. "Themiscara is with me. I'd say she's the Dean Winchester to my Castiel..." Yep he'd caught the reference. "But.. Probably more the other way around." He might have been a Royal Knight, but she'd ascended. Something he'd never managed, but over the last five years, he had devoted more time here than to restoring Kairatos. Maybe he should start again... it would be painfully slow, but being able to use it as a point of retreat... there were fields there. It was... it wasn't here and that was important. Keeping people alive was surely more important than pissing off the eons dead if someone graffiti-ed an old mural of Bull Leaping.

A bustle of activity rushed through the door in the form of Themiscyra, a knight he was both familiar with and thankful for. Faust considered the pair a second Faust and Thraen, with her as the Faust around to talk reason to an obviously stubborn and idiotic Thraen. Rather than contribute to what he considered a fine berating, he simply sat back on his haunches and watched the show between two very fine pairs of legs.

A whisper of movement caught the cat's fine senses, cocking an ear in the direction of the disturbance. It sounded like someone stood on the other side, but Faust offered no recognition of it... yet.

Instead he listened to Kairatos tell his tale of personal heartache and other namby pamby shenanigans when listing off his reasoning for pursuing the youmafied general-king again. With a huff, Faust let his furry shoulders drop and offered an exasperated stare at the tar-stained blonde. "Bro, jus' kill 'im off already. Quit draggin' your feet about it. 'Sides, Quenton's been tryin' for ages, and you seen how he's lookin' lately? Dude lost an eye to the b*****d. Quit lettin' 'im walk around n' s**t." Quit pussyfooting around with your damn antics and finish the job.

Though, he figured, he hadn't said anything that Themiscyra didn't already cover at one point or another.

Bohlinia swept into the room in her own slightly disconcerted and entirely concerned fashion, drawing attention to the princess who now cared for Kairatos' wounds. While he agreed with Bohlinia's concerns, as an exhausted princess was of great danger to herself due to the sheer asset she provided to the resistance, he also understood the usefulness of her crystal power. "Chill out, Ladycakes. We'll put 'er to bed after she fires off another crystal power for the rest of the dumb bastards in this medical tent, 'aight?" The overly large cat stood abruptly, while his stumpy, curled tail sat high on his fluffy backside. Padding toward the bed, he leapt back up to sit between Kairatos' feet.

"Speakin' o' that, when you wanna get it done, Boss? Sometime after the jackass next door stops ********' around over there?" The cat half-asked, shooting a glare over his shoulder toward the source of the disturbance. With an unknown lurking, he found little reason to divulge his next mission to Chariklo.

After all this time, talk about Alois was more a vague sadness than the crippling pain it had been at the time. It was hard to hold onto a one-sided love when the object of your affects was neck deep in the death and destruction of your kind while you were elbows deep in the gore of the aftermath. It was the past and she'd buried it in her transcendence. What was left was a very sticky, beat up Knight needing a nurse and Orah set to again with a will, letting the conversations flow around her while she used oil and cloth to pull the tar from Kairatos's thick arms. When Cruithne offered her magic, Orah waved a sticky hand.

"I think he'll be okay, he's certainly feisty enough. There are others with worse that would benefit more. In fact, there is a senshi in the number 30 bed that's had a bad torso puncture... she needs all the magical help we can get her." She said as a scarred up female knight stormed into the remaining free space around the cot. The young woman blinked benignly at the tirade, but as it wasn't directed at her, she let it slide entirely over her head the way she did most things these days, maintaining a calm serenity she hoped would benefit the patients more than frazzled worry. A smile ghosted over her face as she lifted a hand in greeting. "You're welcome, Themiscyra." She said as she worked on unperturbed.

It wasn't until the arrival of a familiar teal-haired 'sister' that Orah's serenity broke and she took on a suddenly suspiciously guilty face, ducking her head as she focused on her task. Her lips thinned at the sudden concern being pushed at her from Bohlinia and her scrubbing was perhaps a bit rougher than it had been before. At least Faust had some note of confidence in her, despite the patronizing suggestion of tucking her into bed.

"I'm fine, Lexi." She said, her voice lowered. "I'm eating regular meals and sleeping full nights, I promise. There aren't enough hands for me to take off just because I look a little tired..." The dark-haired woman said, skirting around the real truth with half-truths. "I still need to check on the senshi in thirty and then I need to crystal. I promise I'll rest after that. You okay with hanging around that long, Faust?"

Maybe she could convince the guardian to come along with her... it would be nice to have something warm to cuddle with... and he was as tired as she was. Orah blinked again when Faust called out to someone she couldn't see and she sighed softly, wondering if it was worth it to chastise him for causing a ruckus when patients were trying to rest. In one ear and out the other would probably be the result.

Bohlinia grimaced at Fausts words, not that she was unaccustomed to being call "Ladycakes" but that she knew he was right, Orah was the only thing stopping these people from dying and when she used the crystal's power she could remove the more fortunate from the many needed beds. One cast of her crystal could help take the edge of fatal injuries curing those that could be back on to the front line and she hated that fact. No sooner had they arrived here than they were being sent out for more injuries or worse, it sometimes passed her mind that she hoped their wounds were bad enough for just a few more days rest if nothing else.

When Orah took no heed of her words the flower Senshi visibly sunk, her hand that had gone to rest on Orah shoulder falling back down to her side in defeat as she watched her friend dismiss her concerns. Biting her tongue from saying something worse she shook her head knowing she wouldn't listen anyway, not until everyone was healed and that never happened.
"If you looked just a little tired Orah I never would have said it, I know what you need to do here, for everyone." She looked away towards some beds, the distinct lack of movement from some making her stomach turn and she returned to to watch Orah wash her hands with gusto.
"But...i will never stop trying to make sure your ok..." It was safe to say Bohlinia was no longer the hyperactive, strange kid Ida had rescued, she was 22 now and what some could call a veteran in this war, but many gained that title if they had managed to survive the last year or so. Still when she looked upon her friend she couldnt help but see her as that girl who help her though so much, it was hard to separate her from the Princess that would do anything for these people at the risk of her own health.

Looking towards Faust, although she knew he would do his own thing rather than listen to an order from her, she felt it best for at least someone to be keeping an eye on the Princess and with Chariko's words helping support her idea she knew maybe Orah would actually listen.

"If you could see to it that she does Faust I would be grateful...I, I brought you more supplies anyway, the pharmacy on fifth was burnt down last night so if you need anymore antibiotics anytime soon we have to venture further into the red zone, I will need take others with me...I'll make a announcement later for anyone who is willing to come along."

She made to walk back out noticing the commotion Faust was making over Urda her mind so addled from running all night that she didnt even hear the kid come in.

Faust nodded toward the concerned Lexi, already in agreement for the limitations she stressed for the young princess. "Ain't no problem for me. Yo Orah, I'm gonna grab Bird Brain and fill 'er in on the next mission, since she's so damn excited about it. I'll be back in ten. And Bullhead, don'chu worry 'bout goin' after 'im alone next time - I'll give Thraen a heads up next time I see 'im." Having bade his farewells, Faust leapt off the bed and lighted on the ground with a slight wince as he pressured a previously broken and long since mended injury.

"Oh, and about those cats... Lemme tell you, it's like tryin' to cover an elephant with a baby blanket. s**t's goddamn hard on 'em, but it's worth it. Still, you can't imagine how goddamn exhausting it gets." Nevertheless, he appreciated the princess's interest in spreading her magic for the benefit of those laid out from the war.

"'Aight, Chariklo, we got some s**t to talk about. C'mon back to an empty bed and I'll give you the lowdown." The fluffy guardian then padded down the cloth-covered dirt, heading toward a bed now standing empty and waiting for its next occupant. Luckily someone changed the sheets already, so the Mauvian took full advantage of sitting on a clean bed for purposes of a debriefing.

Was that directed at him? Had to be. No one else was around and it sounded like someone -- now that he heard the voice a bit clearer it did actually sound vaguely familiar -- had directed the jackass comment at him. What the hell did he do?!

Urda pondered that a beat, being careful to keep an ear out for any other updates to the outside world as he did. Other than listening in, and harmlessly he might add, he wasn't doing anything to really disturb them, right? He wanted to help, as he always did, and was curious about the war. He was a senshi, too, even if his cousin was still treating him like a child. He had half a mind to pop right out and tell of whoever-it-was right then, but after a deep calming breath thought better of it. Not only was he surrounded by senior members of the Resistance, but Themiscyra wasn't one to mince words and she could certainly lecture his ear off if he wasn't careful.

So he bit his tongue and shuffled his feet, pretending as though he hadn't heard a thing. Whoever-it-was seemed content with that arrangement and was all set to move right along with sharing his plans. Now that sounded like something he might want to hear, though he did intend to be a bit more careful not to be heard this time.

Urda watched as a set of black paws headed off toward a recently emptied bed and followed from the sidelines, hoping to stay out of sight. He positioned himself in such a way that he could still kind of hear what was going on in the room with Orah and the others, but his focus was more on the cat and the one that he intended to speak with.

Lexi was more than distracted when Orah came to place her hands around her, the hug was unexpected drawing an intake of breath before she let herself relax, leaning into Orah gently as the blissful moment took her away from this sea of turmoil. She hated being frustrated at her, Orah was older and wiser and a Princess to boot and Lexi couldn't even grasp the bond to transcend with her planet. She had always looked up to the older girl as a friend, teacher and idol but she was also so much more than that, more than Lexi could admit to herself let alone the person that stood before her. So with a smile she shook her head, dismissing what had been said as if it was nothing at all.
"I should stop hen pecking you, its not like you don't have enough to deal with when am not around...still." She squeezed her hand back in response, a soft smile dancing on her lips. "Dinner sounds wonderful Orah, I will see you later..." She let go of her hands, lingering just for a second too long on her finger tips before letting them drop back to Orah's side, she nodded to the others before gathering up the supplies she had gained and venturing out to the supply tent. It wasn't difficult to reach but the mass of people had been growing steadily since she'd arrived and the available ground was quickly being taken up by the wounded. Her tunnel vision came back on and she jogged towards her destination

~*~

After the supplies were accounted for she approached the hospitals notice board, two long pillars of wood were dug into the ground and were surrounded by a sort of staging area. It had been used in the past as a make do meeting area but now it was used to update everyone regarding the condition of the "outside world". The notice board itself was once covered in the photos of missing loved ones but now they were ripped and shredded and in there places sat more urgent messages for all to read and Bohlinia was about to add one more thing to the pile. Pulling out a scrap of paper she wrote her message in bold lettering. She could only hope there would be somebody willing to volunteer when she next had to make a run.



She stood back to read her message and with a satisfied nod placed the final pin in its corner.