Character(s): Montblanc, Zidane, Braska Content: "Saving Private Tribal" continues. Setting: A house in the M5 area Time: Morning, after this Warnings: Don't drive onto the offramp.
It had taken Braska more time than he would have liked, but he had made it to the home specified in the journals. He wished he had gotten the person who had asked for help's name, though he supposed he could get it once inside. No, after his patient was healed. That was the most important thing.
He seemed to be quite busy healing people lately. He wondered if he should simply set up a job for himself in this place as a healer, as people seemed to need it quite a bit. He wouldn't dare charge anyone who needed his services, either. He couldn't stand letting someone stay in pain.
Braska came out of his thoughts as soon as he reached the door to the house, reaching up and rapping on the door a few times before waiting patiently for a response.
Ah! Montblanc looked up at the knock, then pocketed his primer and hopped off the chair. That'd be the man he called out, of course. "Coming, kupo!" he called, scuttling into the front hall. Once there, he jumped to reach the doorknob, his orange wings fluttering energetically to keep him aloft as he swung the front door open.
"Good morning, kupo," he greeted Braska, gesturing with one arm to usher him in. "Thanks a million for coming out on short notice like this, kupo."
Braska smiled kindly and nodded. "Good morning. And it is no problem at all, really. I find it hard to stand by when people are injured." It was then that he noticed the pompom. A moogle? He hadn't seen one outside of the stuffed animals that children often carried around. Maybe this was something else that resulted from there being different worlds. Otherwise the craftsmen who made those stuffed animals weren't very accurate at all
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Montblanc dropped back lightly to the ground and shut the door behind Braska as he came in, following him into the living room where Zidane still lay on the sofa, and ultimately hopping up onto the coffee table nearby as the healer looked the kid over.
He gave a little bow in return, with a smile, after Braska introduced himself. "Montblanc, head of Clan Centurio, at your service, kupo," he replied, then turned to the couch. "Afraid I can't tell you what his name is yet, kupo. Poor fella was half delirious when I found him."
Poor fella indeed. Hopefully the young man would give them an account of what exactly had happened, but if not, Braska was going to try not to pry. From Montblanc's descriptions, the fight the young man had been in hadn't been a pretty one.
The soft light of an Esuna enveloped the sleeping boy for a few seconds before dying down. Braska backed up a couple of steps in order to give the boy some breathing room before waiting quietly and hoping that it would be enough to wake him up.
Zidane could feel his insides churning, the remnants of darkness still warring with whatever the lumens had pushed into his skin. His sleep had been full of memories of the city, of all the people he had met, and how all those people were now gone and he was alone. It wasn't something that would normally bog him down, but then, there were a lot of things that wouldn't normally bog him down before he came here. He certainly still had some revenge to take against the Organization, but that could wait, he knew even in his subconscious that he couldn't win as this mess that he was
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Montblanc jumped a little at Zidane's sudden jerking about. That was weird, he'd never seen anybody react to an everyday Esuna like that, short of the undead. He sure hoped that didn't signal something more severe than they'd thought...
When he did still again, Montblanc stepped forward across the table, leaning over the gap between it and the couch to make sure he was awake. Good grief, the kid was still shaking like a leaf! He must have been terrified, although frankly the moogle couldn't blame him, after that bad an attack. "Kupo... It's gonna be all right, you're among friends now, kupo," he said kindly. "...You feeling any better, kupo?" he added after a second.
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He seemed to be quite busy healing people lately. He wondered if he should simply set up a job for himself in this place as a healer, as people seemed to need it quite a bit. He wouldn't dare charge anyone who needed his services, either. He couldn't stand letting someone stay in pain.
Braska came out of his thoughts as soon as he reached the door to the house, reaching up and rapping on the door a few times before waiting patiently for a response.
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"Good morning, kupo," he greeted Braska, gesturing with one arm to usher him in. "Thanks a million for coming out on short notice like this, kupo."
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He gave a little bow in return, with a smile, after Braska introduced himself. "Montblanc, head of Clan Centurio, at your service, kupo," he replied, then turned to the couch. "Afraid I can't tell you what his name is yet, kupo. Poor fella was half delirious when I found him."
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The soft light of an Esuna enveloped the sleeping boy for a few seconds before dying down. Braska backed up a couple of steps in order to give the boy some breathing room before waiting quietly and hoping that it would be enough to wake him up.
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When he did still again, Montblanc stepped forward across the table, leaning over the gap between it and the couch to make sure he was awake. Good grief, the kid was still shaking like a leaf! He must have been terrified, although frankly the moogle couldn't blame him, after that bad an attack. "Kupo... It's gonna be all right, you're among friends now, kupo," he said kindly. "...You feeling any better, kupo?" he added after a second.
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