A call for help~

[piercetheheart]

Alright... it kinda goes against everything I know to do this but the Bunny god needs our help and I'm not going to sit around here and be useless.

[He sounds pissed of and upset but he's here and he's asking dammit.]

Anyone here have enough healing magic to patch up a puncture wound in someone's abdomen? Like a deep one?

And assuming I can get a hold of anyone we've got shit to clear out.

Hey, Tim! Lets find some shit for that restaurant.

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[postictal]

[...jesus christ.]

[As if that left any fucking doubt as to what Gladio's been up to since shit went down on Ziziphus. And here he thought the primary danger was a metaphysical one. Shows what he knows, huh?]

What the hell did you do and how bad is it?

[piercetheheart]

It was a stupid misunderstanding. [He sighs and the eye roll is audible. He's not getting into it.]

Ig- [He stops, a strangled breath, clears his throat and tries again.] I had some minor healing when it happened. Which means I'm not dead but it's still a problem.

[postictal]

Which means you probably shouldn't be overworking yourself unless you can get some magic healing done, right?

[Reopening your injury does nothing to help productivity, Gladio!!!!]

[piercetheheart]

Which I .... apparently have lined up. [He does not sound thrilled about this.

And he already reopened it once, okay. He's gonna have a super nice scar. At least it didn't damage his tatt.]

You wanna meet up on Ziz in like an hour and we can see what we can get before things get messier?

[postictal]

I can do that.

[Not gonna lie, he really does figure they should try and retrieve whatever resources they can before the island sinks and they lose it - this time, forever.]

...if you're not still dying by that point. If you start bleeding all over the damn place, I'm gonna be the guy who's responsible. [And he does not need a fantasy boyband harassing him for letting their beefcake act stupid and open his wound.]

[yourattention]

Don't both the asshole in three trenchcoats and his blind boyfriend heal?

[He only really vaguely remembers this from something someone wrote on the rock like four months ago.]

Anyway, if not you should probably track down the guy who knows field surgery. He's the closest thing we have to a doctor here.

[piercetheheart]

[He's never heard of this kid before. Never talked to him, never interacted in any way and here he is... just... saying things like that.

It's enough to have Gladio's heart in his chest and, no matter what Ignis says finding out it was something so widely known for so long before he got here is just one more knife to the gut.

Sorry Connor he can't even respond to that. You've killed him. Thanks.]

[yourattention]

Hellooooo? Did you die? You fucking died, didn't you. Great, now Death Lite is probably going to get an ulcer worrying about stupid shit that doesn't matter.

[I can throw other people's characters under the bus all day, don't worry.]

[scourgingstars]

I can fix it.

Come to the desert on Monsun. I'll be right by the mana pool.

[piercetheheart]

But why would you?

[scourgingstars]

Because I can. Desert's a tricky thing like that.

Do you want help or not?

[piercetheheart]

I... [There's a long pause and he honestly sounds so defeated.] don't know.

[scourgingstars]

Well, when you figure it out, the offer's open. I'm not going anywhere.

[savedbyasong]

I know how to stitch a wound. [He's assuming this is the injury that Gladio had been so ademant was fine. Unless he's got injured again. He wouldn't be surprised.] Aster has a small amount of healing magic. Together we can probably help.

[piercetheheart]

[It takes a bit before he actually answers this time.]

It... it's taken care of, Shion. Thanks. Me and Tim are going to go check out what's left of Ziziphus for supplies if you wanna come?

[savedbyasong]

I'd be happy to!

[A pause] As long as Tim doesn't mind... [He'd prefer to check, then to go to help and cause problems.]

[piercetheheart]

Don't see why he would. Trying to get shit for his restaurant after all.

[Is there some drama he's unaware of here? He's had enough drama to last him a lifetime.]

[savedbyasong]

Okay, then yes. I would like to come with you.

[Don't worry Gladio, this drama at least is ninety percent in Shion's head.]

[encircling]

[ ... well, that probably explains why her necklace has been going absolutely haywire. ]

Are you alright? Did someone heal you already, Gladio?

[piercetheheart]

Hey Mira

Yeah I- [Am severely emotionally compromised.] I'm good now, thanks.

[crosslaced]

[A broad leaf charred with careful writing has been placed outside the Shacktress of Solitude.]

WITH HEALING MAGIC:
-The spider lady.
-‘Mira’, carries bow and arrows.
-Aster, black-haired girl with a white-haired brother (Shion).
-“King Asgore Dreemur”?
-Ardyn ignore.

Ignis won't heal you?

[piercetheheart]

[It's not until much later in the day but... Laurent there's someone knocking on the wall by your door, holding up the leaf and looking exasperated.

Oh and he's wearing his pants again (with a small hole still but that's fine) so it looks like he's mostly healed up now?]

[crosslaced]

[Through the window Laurent can be seen reading, balancing a thick-looking book on his knees. Not expecting the visit, Gladio gets a flash of discomforted surprise before the blonde settles his face into cool neutrality.

Laurent makes it a point to stand beyond grabbing range.]

What?

[piercetheheart]

You couldn't have just... said it?

[Gesturing with the leaf.]

And Iggy's heals aren't really designed for something that severe.

[crosslaced]

[Beat.]

What makes you think I wrote that?