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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[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.]