hearrrtofgold | 14 ⚓ Voice ⚓ Recovering honor and lordship in his own domains?

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Raise your hand if you didn’t die.

In the spirit of supportiveness, if anyone’s still messed up from that port I’ll take over your heavy lifting.

[Private to Francis]
[Temporary pairing, Duke repeats to himself. Temporary. No one’s expecting him to graduate the guy this month. Which is good because he’s not sure he could – he doesn’t like Francis, thinks he’s an ass. In and of itself, however, that’s not a crime.

Even being a politician is not, honestly, a crime. Usually. And Duke has weathered stranger things -- it’s not like anyone asked him to warden Arla.]

You like to talk. Want to do that, or should I just ask if you need anything then back off?

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From:

shakenandlimp

I didn't die but my damned leg is broken and that is going to be more trouble in the long run. [SULK.]

But I've nothing that needs lifting except perhaps a drink when I am up and about again.

From:

hearrrtofgold

But it's going to heal, right? [It's a little easier to forget how inconvenient healing fractures are after living around a man who doesn't notice his own broken bones.] And you can get around? If necessary I can lift you.

And I've got that covered. Still, you didn't die, and I feel like you deserve a ribbon for that.

From:

shakenandlimp

I haven't drowned, which I feel is a turning point towards better things.

For the moment I'm laid up in bed-- but after I have healed a bit I ought to be able to manage with a pair of crutches and my false leg under me. I wish she had broken that one, sweet as it is, that one'd be repaired faster.

From:

hearrrtofgold

See? Not drowning deserves a medal. Even though I'm not sure how you would've managed that in the average cave.

Who broke it?

From:

shakenandlimp

It was Hidalgo-- perfectly savage little woman when the poison water made us mad. [He's a little impressed, but largely irritated. It isn't as if he hasn't nearly been killed by women before and he didn't like it then, either.]

From:

hearrrtofgold

What happened when you went mad? [That's a plural "you" - he's mostly interested in Hidalgo's violence, but wonders analytically what the others in the party experienced.]

From:

shakenandlimp

I heard voices. I kept thinking that the light had gone out or was going out. It was dreadful.

She-- I don't know what she was thinking, how much or little it effected her, but there was a period of madness, like the red fog of battle and then I came to with a broken limb and half-real memories-- I think they were half real.

From:

hearrrtofgold

I can't imagine.

[There's a noticeable pause.] Do you know who attacked first?

[Private]
What did you remember?

From:

shakenandlimp

My last clear memory was of wanting to take shelter; I thought I heard voices gabbling in french, and I was seeking out some crevasse to hold. I do know I didn't attack at all. And I remember that she lunged for me; I saw that clear enough, because her dress was glowing.

From:

hearrrtofgold

Did you catch anything the voices said?

Her dress was glowing. [Of course it was.] Had she been violent before?

From:

shakenandlimp

I didn't catch anything; I thought it was French, and I don't have any French. It was some gabble. But I was sure that it was the enemy.

She'd seemed civilized enough the rest of the time we were together, I don't know her much beyond that.

From:

hearrrtofgold

And I've got virtually none. But if you remember it someone on board might be able to translate.

I'm not surprised.

...Are you going to talk to her?

From:

shakenandlimp

[Bush has as little chance of remembering the whispers that drove him into the dark as a man has of recalling birdsong and echoing it accurately back, and thinks the notion ridiculous.]

I am going to talk to her warden and tell him she may have my pistol, but what ought I to say to her?