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failhound[yet another post with no violence done to the communicator! has the apocalypse--
never mind. anyway the owner is currently strolling along the streets, it looks like; you can just catch glimpses of empty shopfronts]
--nice of her to lend me clothes, but I can't keep her brother's stuff forever. This place looks a lot smaller than the last time...
[after a moment, the view swings up as Nora (so he thinks) clicks the communicator on so he's not (presumably) talking to himself -- he's also wearing a new set of clothes... that aren't his] Hey, the shops didn't get fixed at all! They're still all trashed, the hell's up with that? Where'm I supposed to--
[a crackle of static. suddenly, it's raining lions. ... or rather.
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whatthefactor.][--it's a fucking huge lion, thank you very much: CRASH.]
... MOTHERFU--
[annnnd Nora lands on the communicator]
[OOC: Commentloggin' with Sho. Feel free to mock him mercilessly over the network, though there'll be an IC delay getting back to you. :p]
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Date: 2010-08-13 06:27 am (UTC)[Annd manages to steady himself somehow WITH GREAT EFFORT because hello, you are throwing off his balance by only leaving him one free arm and messing with the other one. And he's not that steady to begin with.]
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Date: 2010-08-13 06:29 am (UTC)So, which supplies do you require? Or do you simply hope to rest? I will leave you once you are in a satisfactory condition.
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Date: 2010-08-13 06:38 am (UTC)[Which is also kind of sort of lies, but he isn't bleeding that much and he didn't actually break anything (miracle of miracles), so mostly there are bruises and scrapes and cracked things. That and he's actually really tired but will not sleep with you hanging around.]
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Date: 2010-08-13 06:39 am (UTC)[Glancing to the counter and tossing a jar of something at him. IDK TIGER BALM HE HAS IT.]
I will leave you be after you are in a better condition.
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Date: 2010-08-13 06:44 am (UTC)[He looks fairly insulted at that, though he catches the jar automatically and peers at it suspiciously. To use or not to use? He hasn't really been in this hospital and everything in this city is kind of... off.]
I told you I'm fine. You'll just be in the way!
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Date: 2010-08-13 06:46 am (UTC)If you are certain, there's nothing I can do. I suppose you have no questions, then? I hope you know enough care to bother with whatever bumps or bruises you may have..
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Date: 2010-08-13 06:49 am (UTC)[Actually patching himself up is one area he has some experience in. He's still not terribly good at it since a) there was either someone else's healing magic or b) he usually healed quick enough it didn't matter. This is just a pain in the ass.
But he's passable. On the other hand--]
What the hell is this? [Still staring at the jar.]
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Date: 2010-08-13 06:50 am (UTC)A heat rub. Ah, it is good for just about anything. Bruises, muscle pain and the like.
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Date: 2010-08-13 07:07 am (UTC)[Nora doesn't otherwise respond, instead opening the jar and firstly sniffing at it -- then nearly dropping the whole thing with a grimace, because HIS NOSE OH MAN.]
Bleargh! I hate this kinda stuff!
[... But he always ends up using it anyway. Stupid medicine.]
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Date: 2010-08-13 07:10 am (UTC)[stares. stares more. leans his spear against the wall and moves for the door.]
I suppose I will leave you at that, then.
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Date: 2010-08-13 07:16 am (UTC)[It's an automatic response, and he just sort of waves his hand dismissively as he's focused on prodding at the ointment and trying to figure out whether it's useful or not.
He'll be more or less fine, at any rate; at least the monster swarms won't get at him here.]
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Date: 2010-08-13 07:18 am (UTC)[SHUTTING THE DOOR BEHIND HIM. Gosh kids these days.
Also he waits a moment before heading to the morgue where he's staying. :T Yup hopefully Nora never finds out.]