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middaeg2019-08-06 10:01 pm
curruid_coinchenn) wrote in middaeg2019-08-06 10:01 pm
Don't fill your mouth with gluttony, for pride will surely swell [semi-open]
Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and Arthur Pendragon -- plus open prompts!
When: After their adventure into the Wilde
Where: The Coven (and elsewhere)
What: The aftermath of their battle against some caterpillars
Warnings: injuries and the like
Open prompt with Berserker
Open prompt with Arthur
Wildcard prompt for a 3 person thread
((OOC: context for this!))
When: After their adventure into the Wilde
Where: The Coven (and elsewhere)
What: The aftermath of their battle against some caterpillars
Warnings: injuries and the like
Open prompt with Berserker
Open prompt with Arthur
Wildcard prompt for a 3 person thread
((OOC: context for this!))
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[ He has some semblance of a polite relationship with Berserker, sure, but at the end of the day, this is Waver's home. His top priority is to protect it -- including himself and his Bonded -- and that means that he's cautious about the possibility of the Cwyld affecting any of them. He's seen it in person several times now, and what it does to people. It's no joke. On top of that, he knows Berserker's tendency to brush off his injuries, so... ]
If you got treated and double-checked, all right.
[ He won't keep insisting, though he does... keep looking Berserker over until he's satisfied.
Waver indicates the bag he'd set on the table. ]
What did they give you?
Do you... need assistance putting medicine on?
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[ He lets it go for now, though. ]
Something for pain and something to speed healing. [ And while he didn't need help...It's a little bit fun to bully Waver. ] ...If you want to help me, I won't stop you.
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[ The way Berserker's keen to brush things off and downplay them, Waver still feels justified in asking, but at this point it's not worth the argument. He doesn't apologize, though. ]
If you're having trouble moving, I can give you a hand.
[ ... ]
You're making a habit out of this, Berserker.
[ Maybe it's a good thing Waver works at the apothecary... does he need to start swiping pain meds on the regular, bud?? ]
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[ He is quite sore, so maybe it's not entirely out of gentle malice he asks for help in his own way. ]
... But I wouldn't mind your help right now. You can leave me to take care of them myself if you don't want to encourage this.
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[ Waver huffs in return, rolling his eyes at Berserker's dramatics. In the meantime, though, he's also pulling jars out of the bag, skimming the labels. Some are familiar. He sets them out onto the table one by one and folds up the bag to put away later. ]
We practically have a mini apothecary of our own at this point, look. What's the point in going to bother someone else with it now?
And besides. I could let you do it on your own, but then you'd make a mess of yourself and the furniture if you can't reach properly, and it's actually more of a headache for me that way, not less.
[ Yeah, yeah, Waver. You could just say you prefer being useful and making sure he's fine, but... nah. ]
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If you say so... [ A bit of a cruel smirk comes across his face for just a moment. ] But I feel like you're doing this because you care about me in someway and you're making excuses to pretend you don't.
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Hah.
[ Waver scoffs aloud, reaching over to grab Berserker's wrist suddenly and tug him forward in the chair to see more of his back and shoulders. ]
You wish. It's Diarmuid I care about. As an ally.
[ Nothing more!! Well, maybe a... little more... the word friend still sticks in his mind, like a weight and a warmth at once, but Waver doesn't repeat it now. ]
And so, by extension, it's in all of our best interests to keep you in one piece. Got it?
Now sit up and stay still. I'm going to wash my hands and get some bandages.
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Whatever you tell yourself.
[ The dragon does as he's told, though, and sits up, wrapping his wings around his shoulders to allow better access to the wounds on his back. ]
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Waver just grunts in response, turning away from him to go do as he said. After washing up, he returns with some bandages as promised, as well as a bowl of clean warm water and some washcloths. ]
All right. I'll get your back first so you can sit more comfortably again.
[ Berserker said the Witches at the Coven had already checked him over for infection, but it looked like he could still use some cleaning up, whether he hadn't been properly patched up before (or refused it) or the wounds had just started bleeding again. Careful of his wings, Waver presses the damp washcloth to the lacerations to lift the dried blood. ]
How many of those bugs were there? They really got you.
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[ As usual, he shows no signs of discomfort. He denied further care by the Coven and helping Arthur there made the wounds reopen; he'd only let the Wilders do the bare minimum before, too. It's too difficult for him to accept help: his injuries are his own and he deserves the consequences that come with them. The only reason he's allowing Waver to help him is, much like the last time, he'll never hear the end of it. ]
That's how Saber got himself injured. Chasing after me.
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[ Sucks for Saber though, whoever he is. Chasing after this idiot into a swarm of venomous bugs... that sure doesn't sound like a fun time. ]
You're lucky you didn't get infected.
[ Or he really would've never heard the end of it from Waver! ]
Hey. Lean forward a bit. I need to put more pressure on the cut, so if it hurts, I'm just trying to stop the bleeding before dressing it.
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[ Probably a lie, but he's still annoyed that Arthur got himself hurt worse by rushing in after him. Even though he's no longer a Servant, he can take a lot more damage than the average person and continue to fight through it. A Berserker's nature is hard to erase, even with magic.
He leans forward further as he's asked. Maybe he's more patient with this because he's tired or maybe he's trying to be ... a little bit nicer to Waver. ]
Nothing you can do can make it hurt worse than it already does.
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[ If you say so.
Waver won't hold back applying pressure as needed, but he's never unnecessarily harsh. His hands are soft, and warm-- warmer than a human's, these days. He's learned to be careful of his claws. ]
Are you worried about him?
[ For all his stumbling and awkwardness in certain social situations, and easily-sparked temper notwithstanding, Waver is actually quite good at reading people. He's gotten more familiar with Berserker too, even if he is still often too deadpan to make it particularly easy.
The question slips out in genuine curiosity-- and maybe a little to distract Berserker as he works to clean his wounds as efficiently as possible so he can put the ointments on them. ]
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Berserker remains impassive under any pressure. If anything, he's a model patient. At Waver's question, he doesn't immediately answer. It's a difficult thing for him to admit to; being concerned for the well-being of himself, let alone anyone else, is still such an alien concept. ]
Yes. [ Arthur is an ally, after all. They shared a home at times, which made Berserker protective of him. These newfound instincts complicate matters. ] Cwyld infection is more dangerous in dragons...
[ Why does that bother him? It shouldn't be his concern that Arthur got himself injured and infected. Berserker did what needed to be done and took him to people that could care for him. That should be enough, shouldn't it? ]
...I don't trust the Coven to take care of him, either.
[ He doesn't trust most people, a result of the life he'd led. This time, though, it's more of his protective instincts taking over. He should be able to take care of his own and having that control taken from him is frustrating. ]
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While Berserker speaks -- sharing more than Waver had expected him to -- Waver finishes cleaning up the wounds on his back and starts rubbing the ointment into them carefully, placing the enchanted self-stick bandages as he goes. He's been stocking up from work, just in case. It's a good habit, apparently. ]
The Coven are best-equipped around here to take care of infections like that. There's nothing you can do but put yourself at more risk for no reason.
[ Still, he instinctively understands that protective urge to care for one's own. Better than he had before, even. They have that in common, even if they're completely different Monsters in other respects.
Even so, Waver at least likes to pretend that he's the practical sort. ]
If you're worried about him, you can go visit tomorrow. If the healers there say you can. Right now, the best thing you can do is keep out of their hair and give your body some time to stop bleeding.
[ ... ]
Also. Maybe consider buying more practical armor if you're going to be tromping around in The Wilde on the regular.
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[ It was true -- the caterpillars were strong enough to crack the metal of his breastplate. The parts that weren't covered caused the problem, too. ]
My armor's served me well enough in the past...I was careless and underestimated my opponents. That's my own fault and not the fault of my armor.
[ He leaves that point alone for now. ]
Hm...I will go visit him tomorrow, though. Give him time to rest.
[ Not himself, though -- he still runs himself into the ground on a regular basis. Maybe he'll learn his limits some day. ]