018: Distracting myself from the thoughts enveloping me...

[fon_ionization]

Fog... I recall Daath having very thick fog in the mornings; the surrounding mountains could create beautiful mist, too. It was never so ominous as this fog, though.

... At least the storm has stopped and there is power again.

Comments

[holy_trash]

It's definitely strange.

I need a hand with my bandages.

[fon_ionization]

... Why am I not surprised you got hurt? Where are you?

[holy_trash]

On my way back. It's messy, not bad.

[fon_ionization]

I'll start a bath. Don't strain yourself.

[holy_trash]

I'm not. The fog worries me... I care barely see my hand- there, the dorms. I'll be there shortly.

[fon_ionization]

Ah, what are they-- don't they sell, ah, flashlights or lanterns in the store? Those should help.

The door is unlocked.

[holy_trash]

The problem becomes finding the store.

*comes on in*

[fon_ionization]

True. But th-- *stops writing when he sees Luke come in*

You are a mess. *shakes his head, sighing*

[holy_trash]

It's not as bad as it looks. *rolls a shoulder, wincing*

[fon_ionization]

The fact that you're wincing makes me beg to differ. *ushers Luke over to the bath* Go clean up. I'll find some bandages and medicine.

[holy_trash]

*goes, peeling off bloody clothing*

[fon_ionization]

*locates some bandages and medicine he had stocking from the hospital during the Queen event*

[holy_trash]

*draws a hot bath and relaxes in it, definitely not coming out for a while* Mm... hot water.

[fon_ionization]

*gathering Luke's messed up clothes* I hope this doesn't become a habit. How are things with the ... akuma, was it?

[holy_trash]

Ran. We got the power back up, but they're nasty fighters. Don't think any of these stitches...

[fon_ionization]

... Stitches? You need stitches, Luke?