Endgame: Gathered on This Beach of the Tumid River

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Characters: open
Setting: all around the Tower from the 25th of May to the 1st of June
Format: any
Summary: A general mingle for all characters throughout the Tower.
Warnings: Standard Animus warnings; please note anything specific in the subject headers of your threads

[The Tower is stagnant, the only signs of activity confined to the second block. There isn't much time left; it might be a good idea to rest and do whatever strikes your fancy before the timer hits zero.]

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[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid gives his brother a hard look.]

And you are one of the wounded. Go talk to one of them. If nothing else, you can take over for one of them later once you are stronger.

[He pauses for a moment as he gets ready to start stitching.]

Don't make me find Asagi and have her drag you over.

[puppy_lancer]

...You don't have to drag get Asagi.

[He sighs in defeat.]

I'll...go find a healer.

[oathshackledbird]

Thank you. Now hold still as much as you can. I'm ready to start stitching it. Let me know if I need to stop, okay?

[Diarmuid pats the hand his brother has on his spear.]

Hold it just a little longer.

[puppy_lancer]

[He grabs the spear a little tighter, almost tight enough to cut his hand.]

Go ahead, Bro. I can take it.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid raises an eyebrow at Cu Chulainn, before reaching out to loosen his brother's hand from the spear slightly.]

Please don't hurt yourself worse than you already are, okay?

[Really, Cu...]

[puppy_lancer]

[He smiles apologetically.]

Sorry. Guess I braced myself a little too hard there.

[oathshackledbird]

Just a little.

[Diarmuid gives his brother a smile and then starts to work on the stitching. Considering he fully expects that they will probably end up fighting again before the wound can fully heal even with a healer's help--stupid curse--Diarmuid takes extra care to make sure he does a good job. The extra attention takes a while, but finally he is done.]

Feeling okay still?

[puppy_lancer]

Yeah, I'm okay.

[He lets go of the spear. The outside of his wound is sealed, but as his un-glamoured body shows, his purple collar fluid is still pooling around his shoulder. It's obvious he has internal bleeding.]

Now, I just wanna get some rest.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid frowns as he unsummons his spear. He doesn't like how that wound looks and if the bleeding continues it's going to cause a problem.]

Lay down and rest. I think I am going to see if I can find Ken or Yukiko. It might push the healing along if we can have someone heal while I have my spear in place.

[puppy_lancer]

[He shakes his head.]

You're pretty torn up yourself. Aren't you going to rest?

[oathshackledbird]

I'm not the one still bleeding internally. Just rest.

[Diarmuid presses a hand lightly against his brother's chest.]

I will rest myself once this is done, okay? You know me. Otherwise, I am just going to worry.

[puppy_lancer]

Alright.

[He mutters, leaning against the wall.]

Don't take too, okay, Bro?

[oathshackledbird]

Don't worry. I will do my best to be quick so you and I can both rest for real.

[He reaches out to ruffle his brother's hair, then turns and disappears into the crowd.]