[ Country Bumpkin? He's like bleeding out here and this guy is just -- oh god, wait, it's that archer guy, isn't it? That guy. Stahn's all pale and pretty light-headed and out of it by this stage, so he's less pissed and more. Confused. And just clinging to his communicator. ]
[ He just relates Chester's voice/face to fighting now. Forever. ]
Yeah. You're that... that guy with the... and the sleep... right?
[ Sleep sounds like a pretty good idea now, but he kind of vaguely catches what Chester's saying, and, well, he doesn't really know where he is and how to answer, so he just flicks on the video after a few very long seconds. It's pointing at........ the sky. ]
[ He startles at the yell and -- and that just makes him grumpy. He stirs a little and shifts the device as he's told and -- hey, it's pointing at a street sign for a few seconds before it just gets aimed at a window. ]
You're a slave driver. ... Worse'n Rutee.
[ Pauses, may or may not be gazing off at the sky. ]
... And my sheep isn't stupid, smarter'n a chick...en...
[Anything familiar, anything familiar? Chester studies the video for as long as he can before getting at least the street sign in mind. He doesn't know it, but he can at least ask around while making his way to center point, at the fountain.]
Good. You're lazy enough as is.
[What to talk about? In the background there's the sound of Chester asking for directions, before he gets back to Stahn.] What chicken? Don't tell me you've adopted even more useless pets.
[ He just leaves the device pointing at the sky since it's not being mentioned anymore, zoning out every now and then until Chester speaks to him again. His words are pretty slurred now. ]
Chick...s aren't useless. Why would they be useless? You can... pet them 'n eat them... and they're really...
Hey, hey-really what. Don't leave your sentences hanging, dumbass!
[He can't read your mind, you know. In the meanwhile, he's sending a few calls over to Mint, okay, to meet him up at some point and that it's urgent. Chester has the street smarts to back his decisions up, and he figures right now, this is the best thing to do for the time being.
Yes, Stahn. Chester is running towards wherever you are.]
As if I'm letting you die off before we can have that fight of ours!
[Not that he ever. Meant to have the fight with him given that Stahn can never wake up. But Chester figures he can at least get the guy's attention with this.]
[ That definitely grabs his interest again, and he sounds a tad bit more focused than when he was talking about chickens. Clearly, he wants to smack Chester in the face with a sword. Non-fatally, of course. ]
Die? Who d'you think I... you can't kill me... village idiot.
[ MIS-INTERPRETED CHESTER COMPLETELY. He takes a deep breath now, which sounds pretty unhealthy and shaky, but at least he's talking more of his own accord. ]
[Doesn't mind! As long as Stahn is still talking, anyway. But eventually, Chester does get to the site of the crime, and when he sees Stahn's slumped form, leaning against his sword, and skids to a halt.]
Yeah, well, you're not really in the position to fight back, are you.
[It's the last message he leaves through the communicator as he approaches Stahn, and pries his hands away from the sword so that he's not straining the muscles around his back any, arms ready to support the fighter if he happens to lose his balance. Which he probably will.]
Just a flesh wound, huh. [SARCASM. ALREADY CALLED FOR MINT IDK. B(]
[ At first he doesn't really realize that Chester is pretty much manhandling him right now, and the fact that he's suddenly off-balance and falling into someone barely registers in his mind. All he really notices is: hey, it's that guy. Again. Wasn't he just listening to his voice just a second ago, and talking about chickens and villages? He sure did appear out of nowhere. ]
... yeah. Flesh wound. Can't even... see it, so it's just a scratch... right?
[ His logic makes even less sense when he's in a daze. ]
[Who'd do something like this...? Chester just holds Stahn still, unfurling the scarf around his neck and letting it fall to Stahn's lap, one end held by his free hand. In a pretty... complicated gesture of his hand going back and forth, he eventually wraps the piece of cloth around Stahn's wound twice, one end between his teeth and the other end, held tightly by his free hand.]
This might hurt a bit, but bear with me.
[With that, he tightly ties the scarf around Stahn.]
[ He's just kind of watching Chester's hand movements without really paying attention, as if it's happening to somebody else or as if it isn't even happening at all. He only realizes what's going on when Chester goes to tie the the scarf, and the sharp movement of it causes him to wince and groan, a hand reaching up in a feeble attempt to stop Chester, because hey -- that hurts. His hand finds a shoulder and a bit of hair, and he holds onto that... pretty tightly. ]
Wh'was that for?
[ He sounds a little indignant, which is an improvement on drifting off, at least. He's still mumbling incoherently, though. ]
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You? You... wanna' fight now?
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Once a dumbass always a dumbass. Is that all that's going on in your mind right now?
[A pause, then:] Where are you?
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Yeah. You're that... that guy with the... and the sleep... right?
[ Sleep sounds like a pretty good idea now, but he kind of vaguely catches what Chester's saying, and, well, he doesn't really know where he is and how to answer, so he just flicks on the video after a few very long seconds. It's pointing at........ the sky. ]
I'unno...
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Keep talking. About your stupid sheep or something, I don't care. And while you're at it, move your device around.
[He's being a bit bossy, but what else can he do at a situation like this? He waits for Stahn to respond.]
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You're a slave driver. ... Worse'n Rutee.
[ Pauses, may or may not be gazing off at the sky. ]
... And my sheep isn't stupid, smarter'n a chick...en...
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Good. You're lazy enough as is.
[What to talk about? In the background there's the sound of Chester asking for directions, before he gets back to Stahn.] What chicken? Don't tell me you've adopted even more useless pets.
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Chick...s aren't useless. Why would they be useless? You can... pet them 'n eat them... and they're really...
[ ... zones out. ]
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[He can't read your mind, you know. In the meanwhile, he's sending a few calls over to Mint, okay, to meet him up at some point and that it's urgent. Chester has the street smarts to back his decisions up, and he figures right now, this is the best thing to do for the time being.
Yes, Stahn. Chester is running towards wherever you are.]
As if I'm letting you die off before we can have that fight of ours!
[Not that he ever. Meant to have the fight with him given that Stahn can never wake up. But Chester figures he can at least get the guy's attention with this.]
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Die? Who d'you think I... you can't kill me... village idiot.
[ MIS-INTERPRETED CHESTER COMPLETELY. He takes a deep breath now, which sounds pretty unhealthy and shaky, but at least he's talking more of his own accord. ]
Stupid... hair.
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Yeah, well, you're not really in the position to fight back, are you.
[It's the last message he leaves through the communicator as he approaches Stahn, and pries his hands away from the sword so that he's not straining the muscles around his back any, arms ready to support the fighter if he happens to lose his balance. Which he probably will.]
Just a flesh wound, huh. [SARCASM. ALREADY CALLED FOR MINT IDK. B(]
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... yeah. Flesh wound. Can't even... see it, so it's just a scratch... right?
[ His logic makes even less sense when he's in a daze. ]
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This might hurt a bit, but bear with me.
[With that, he tightly ties the scarf around Stahn.]
... man... you're heavy.
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Wh'was that for?
[ He sounds a little indignant, which is an improvement on drifting off, at least. He's still mumbling incoherently, though. ]
... lightweight.
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