towerofanimus | Infighting Week One

[Zidane is not exactly feeling optimistic about them all being herded together and separated into groups, and the girl's speech hadn't made him feel a bit better. Who was that girl, anyway? "Direct competition", huh? And punishments. That doesn't sound good.

He might not be feeling optimistic, but he's going to do his best to stay calm and keep smiling, for the others' sake. They can get through this, he knows, especially if they stick together. He's got a reassuring smile for anyone who might need one.]

Hi there.

[This girl? This girl needs a reassuring smile very much, right now. She's currently limping her way slowly along the hallway, towards the lounge, one hand braced against the wall. But she pauses, at the sound of his voice, and returns his smile tiredly]

Hi. Um, I'm, I'm Tara.

[He turns that reassuring smile on her, but at the sight of her limping, he's concerned and makes his way toward her.] Hey, you okay? Need any help?

Good to meet ya, Tara. I'm Zidane.

[She considers the offer seriously, a rarity in and of itself for Tara. But she's been going more or less without medicine the past couple of days, scrounging food...she's in bad shape, and she knows it.] Um...y-yeah. Sorry. Th-Thank you, Zidane.

[He offers her his arm, still smiling sincerely.] Happy to help. Don't worry about it!

[It has been a hard few days, though he'd grown used to roughing it in the weeks before arriving here.

Having scouted everything out like a good thief, he knows the lay of the land already. He nods ahead, toward the lounge.]

There's food and stuff in here. Everything looks decent.

[And Tara slips her arm through his, trying not to lean too much but unable to really stop herself. It's still uncomfortable, being touched, but it's less so.

She sighs a sigh of utter relief at the mention of food.]

Good. I...I think I kind of need, um, "decent".

[He nods, helping her along with practiced ease. Injured comrades are something he's had to deal with a lot. Though he's worried about her, he keeps calm and keeps talking with her.]

Here, we'll get you set up in a seat. [He leads her toward one of the lounge chairs. And then I'll get you something to eat. And drink. What d'you like? Have any favorites?

[And she looks like she needs some medicine, but he'll ask about what's wrong once she's off her feet.]

Um...

[Wow. Was not expecting even this. Yes, they're teammates, but Tara is still much too used to functioning on her own. So she's a bit flustered for a couple of seconds, before finally forcing out:] Um, w-water. And...um, not really.

[Well, no, that's a lie, but she's not sure if she even dares hope:]

...cake's good if, i-if they have that. [Why not? This is already a fairly nice arrangement, Zidane wasn't kissing.] If they don't? Um, a sandwich. [She's already at the point of being willing to commit a minor felony for a sandwich.]

Water, cake, sandwich, got it! [He lists these off as if taking her order.] I'll check it out for you.

Oh, and do you need any stuff for your leg? I'll see if they've got something like that, too. [He's not exactly sure why she's limping, but they must have something.] This place is pretty well-stocked.

[As a guy who has an enhanced skill in checking what's around to be stolen, he has a pretty good feel for the number and type of goods here already.]

Oh. [He thinks it's just her leg? Well, Tara gives herself a mental pat on the back for putting up even that much of a front.]

...just, um, s-some pain medicine would be fine. Maybe something to, um, stop bleeding, if they have that. But, it's, i-it's okay, if they don't. I, I can help myself along, after I eat.

Is it that bad?

[He hadn't realized it initially, but then, there was a lot going on, and he'd initially been focused on getting her to a place she could rest before dealing with anything else.]

Hold on, I can get someone to help heal you! Just wait right there. I'll be right back!

[[OOC: Is it okay to bring a magic user into the thread to heal her? If not, just let me know. :3]]

((ooc: Tara knows how to make a potion that literally multiplies natural healing by ten. It doesn't work if she makes it for herself, but, she can tell someone else how to. That's her plan here. Magical healing still isn't something she really trusts, it's a pretty unstable thing back in her own world.))

W-Wait!

[If they're meant to be a team, she doesn't want to drag morale down by appearing as week as she is. But, if Zidane already knows...well, if this place is as stocked as he says, there might still be a way.]

I, I can...I can make something. Or, um, you can make something. If, if everything's here.

[[OOC: Okay, I understand. That makes sense!]]

[Zidane waits, as requested.]

If you're sure. He's really good at it.

Oh, okay! Like a potion? [He has a few of those, but they're back in his room in the Tower.] I'll try. What's it made out of?

Yeah. Um, a potion. Exactly that. It, it will heal me a lot faster. If, if I can just get a couple of night's sleep...I should be okay after that.

[It's whether she can get a couple of night's sleep that seems to be up in the air.

Tara rattles off a list of ingredients - some improvised in place of harder to find ingredients, but all of which should be available out of a reasonably well stocked spice cabinet.

Mix in boiling water and say a few magic words.]

We've got them too, where I'm from. [Potions are quick-acting back home, but he can't make that kind of potion here. He doesn't know how, or if he even could.]

If you change your mind later, he could heal you up in a second.

[But he's not going to press--maybe there's a reason she doesn't want to be healed.

He listens to the ingredients, nodding. He's so used to memorizing scripts that a recipe is easily committed to memory.]

Right, I think I can do that! If they've got all the stuff, that is. And I'll get you some bandages and medicine and anything else they have.

[Tara nods, smiling encouragingly.] They, um, th-they should! It's, it's pretty easy. And...I, I don't really need any bandages but, um, medicine. That'd...that'd be great. Thanks, Zidane.

And, um, if it doesn't work...well, um, your friend can help me.

[And she'll settle down to wait. It should take a bit less than twenty minutes to make the thing, and she can watch him work through the window set into the kitchenette door.]

Gotcha. It's a plan! Lemme go see. I'll be back as soon as I can.

[Memorizing and carrying out instructions is no problem for him, and he takes his job very seriously, doing it quickly, yet carefully. He doesn't want to mess this up! Tara's counting on him.

When he's done, he comes right back.]

Here you go! [He hands over the fruit of his labors.] Here's the potion, and here's the medicine. I hope it's okay.

Thank you.

[She takes the mug currently holding the potion, first giving it a sniff, and then taking a sip. A second's contemplation is enough for her to remember that it tastes right, and then she downs the rest in a few gulps, licking the last few drops from her lips when the mug is empty.

Tara sighs happily when the mug is empty. Yes, this is just what she needed. She already feels a bit more alive, a bit more energetic, even if most of that energy is going to go towards fixing the remainder of the damage.]

Perfect. [She sets the mug on the table to wash in a bit.] I, I think that should do it. I'll be okay, now, or I will, in a couple of d-days. Thank you, again, Zidane.

[Zidane brightens.]

Great! I thought I had it right. You feelin better now? [He's not worried anymore, if she says it works; generally there's no need for a healing spell if you have a good enough potion.] And here's some of that pain medicine you asked for.

[He assumes that some additive is needed on top of the potion. Makes sense to him!]

No problem! Now I can see about getting you that sandwich.

[She takes the medicine, stares at the pills in an attempt to identify them, and then swallows them. It's not necessary, no, but it can't hurt.

Or so she hopes.]

Much better. [In fact...] You, y-you don't have to. I can probably get it for m-myself, now. [She tries to get up from the couch, finding that she's still a little wobbly, but that standing is already a bit less painful. She smiles over at Zidane.] S-See? Better already.

Yeah, look at you, you're doing great!

[He smiles at her sincerely, cheered to see she's doing better already.]

Well, if you don't mind, I'm gonna come with you, cause I'm starving.

[And if he happens to be there in case she has some trouble, well--all the better.]

[All the better. Tara guesses at his extra intentions, even if he doesn't say them, and she smiles a tiny but happy smile. Kindness, especially kindness with no obvious ulterior motives, is something she's learned to appreciate.] N-Not at all. You, um, you should eat something, i-if you haven't already. Everyone should. Even a f-few days not eating right, um, can leave some pretty lasting damage.

[Anything not to disrupt whatever happy circumstances have led to them getting food again.]

Infighting Week One

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