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tanarillDog treats are apparently made of it. Like, things that dogs eat and digest? Made of scrap leather. That's can't be healthy.
Today sucked. I'm paranoid. Also, it was a Monday.
I was dared to write this! But there will probably be DaHTA tomorrow. Those two were chasing each other around by brain all day, and I think I wrote four things. They'll probably demand to be written more tomorrow, too.
Title: When Toki is Hurt
Fandom: The ASRP isn't connected to DP (C) Butch Hartman anymore, but we still disclaim . . .
Ratings: PG
Warnings: Mild swearing
It was . . . tense was not the right word. Tense did not involve Dash running miles back to town, carrying Toki, with Kwan footsteps behind him while the beasts of the Gear Temple cleared a corridor around them, and screamed out their joy that the evil techromancer was dead. Tense did not involve Toki’s blood soaking his shirt and Toki struggling to breath against his back. Tense did not involve Dash wondering what would happen to Toki if he actually died here: would they just wake up at the last save point, or would he be gone gone?
The right word meant something like fucking terrified.
Town was bit more of a problem. They arrived surrounded by the beasts, who left as soon as they were safely at the town gates, but the guards had seen them anyway and wouldn’t let them in. Kwan tried to negotiate them in while Dash stood there fidgeting and holding Toki. And then Toki shivered, which he remembered from somewhere was bad sign, and losing it seemed like a good idea.
“Look, you stupid thug. We’ve just taken out the techromancer who was causing all that freaky shit at the Gear Temple, run miles back in the dark to get here, and one of us is bleeding out. If you don’t open the gates right now I swear I’m just going to call the metal cats back to get it open and screw all of you.”
What the guard saw were eerie green eyes that were just sane enough not to kill him if he let them in. There was no chance that he’d survive if he didn’t. The heavy metal opened, and he found himself confronted by the two young men from earlier, and the thief. And a lot of blood.
“Where’s the nearest healer?” asked Dash, but it sounded like, “The nearest healer had better get here before he dies. Or else.”
He looked up at the young eastern technomancer, and said, “Melnda is probably in the pub, this time of night, getting dinner. If you can’t find her there, than she’s at her house. Go to the town square, go past the smithy and turn left, go until you hit the red brick house, turn right and then take the first left, and Melnda’s house is at the end of the street. Got that?”
Kwan nodded and was off.
“Here, kid, move over,” he said. And the boy was just that–a boy. A boy that might one day grow into a knight, but still just a boy. Even if he was terrifying, he was also quite plainly terrified that the thief was going to die. He was a soldier, he knew basic first aid. “I can help stop the bleeding, at least.”
Blue eyes looked into his, and saw truth. The knight didn’t move very far, though, remaining close enough to defend the thief. Brooding, and looking into red eyes slitted against the pain.
The guard shivered–getting between these two was taking his life into his hands–and got to work.
They didn't resolve anything. Those two need to get it on. And get their clothes of-[is shot].
Anyway, it's the week. Blah.
Today sucked. I'm paranoid. Also, it was a Monday.
I was dared to write this! But there will probably be DaHTA tomorrow. Those two were chasing each other around by brain all day, and I think I wrote four things. They'll probably demand to be written more tomorrow, too.
Title: When Toki is Hurt
Fandom: The ASRP isn't connected to DP (C) Butch Hartman anymore, but we still disclaim . . .
Ratings: PG
Warnings: Mild swearing
It was . . . tense was not the right word. Tense did not involve Dash running miles back to town, carrying Toki, with Kwan footsteps behind him while the beasts of the Gear Temple cleared a corridor around them, and screamed out their joy that the evil techromancer was dead. Tense did not involve Toki’s blood soaking his shirt and Toki struggling to breath against his back. Tense did not involve Dash wondering what would happen to Toki if he actually died here: would they just wake up at the last save point, or would he be gone gone?
The right word meant something like fucking terrified.
Town was bit more of a problem. They arrived surrounded by the beasts, who left as soon as they were safely at the town gates, but the guards had seen them anyway and wouldn’t let them in. Kwan tried to negotiate them in while Dash stood there fidgeting and holding Toki. And then Toki shivered, which he remembered from somewhere was bad sign, and losing it seemed like a good idea.
“Look, you stupid thug. We’ve just taken out the techromancer who was causing all that freaky shit at the Gear Temple, run miles back in the dark to get here, and one of us is bleeding out. If you don’t open the gates right now I swear I’m just going to call the metal cats back to get it open and screw all of you.”
What the guard saw were eerie green eyes that were just sane enough not to kill him if he let them in. There was no chance that he’d survive if he didn’t. The heavy metal opened, and he found himself confronted by the two young men from earlier, and the thief. And a lot of blood.
“Where’s the nearest healer?” asked Dash, but it sounded like, “The nearest healer had better get here before he dies. Or else.”
He looked up at the young eastern technomancer, and said, “Melnda is probably in the pub, this time of night, getting dinner. If you can’t find her there, than she’s at her house. Go to the town square, go past the smithy and turn left, go until you hit the red brick house, turn right and then take the first left, and Melnda’s house is at the end of the street. Got that?”
Kwan nodded and was off.
“Here, kid, move over,” he said. And the boy was just that–a boy. A boy that might one day grow into a knight, but still just a boy. Even if he was terrifying, he was also quite plainly terrified that the thief was going to die. He was a soldier, he knew basic first aid. “I can help stop the bleeding, at least.”
Blue eyes looked into his, and saw truth. The knight didn’t move very far, though, remaining close enough to defend the thief. Brooding, and looking into red eyes slitted against the pain.
The guard shivered–getting between these two was taking his life into his hands–and got to work.
They didn't resolve anything. Those two need to get it on. And get their clothes of-[is shot].
Anyway, it's the week. Blah.
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Date: 2007-02-27 05:22 am (UTC)So much NoYay.