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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 12:20:20 GMT -6
"Intriguing."
Staring down at the sodden lump of unconscious man on the floor of her cabin, Selene absentmindedly shifted her tray of food to ensure that it was perfectly level, not wanting to clean stew or pudding off of the floor. Or off of him, if it fell in that direction. She wasn't really sure which would be more frustrating. At least she could throw him overboard if it was too much work. Nudging her new friend lightly with her foot in curious pursuit of a reaction and receiving none, she gave it up as a bad job, not particularly wanting to interfere with food time and waste perfectly good food trying to wake up someone who was not going anywhere. He would have to wake up eventually.
Unless he was dead, anyways.
She was pretty sure he was breathing, so the good admiral opted to sigh in the long-suffering tone of someone who was going to have a Talk(tm) with whoever was supposed to be watching the deck last night, then unceremoniously step over him and continue to her desk, pondering what to do for only a moment before continuing around it and sitting behind it where she usually did for work. This was only the first step on the way to the campaign proper, so to speak, a waystation on her way to the small initial fleet she intended to use for force reconnaissance... which meant that she had reports to file and couldn't even use the excuse of "too busy fighting," one that she used and - arguably - abused. Not that it was untrue, she usually was busy with that, but it was technically accurate to say that if she had really tried she could potentially have made more consistent reports.
Hopefully her new friend would wake up soon and provide a suitable distraction. Shrugging off the thought, she returned to work, acting as if he no longer existed.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 13:27:04 GMT -6
"...Mm." After a silent grunt, he could have sworn someone just kicked him a few moments ago...or maybe because he was nearly sore all over that the slightest touch would cause a rather painful reaction. Either way, everything was mostly still blank. Wait...why couldn't he open his eyes? Oh, right. The PAAAAIN...nah, didn't hurt that much. Just a stinging sensation near his midsection that was enough to wake him up all on it's own. Mostly unconscious, he could still faintly hear movement around him...that, and it felt a little odd where he was laying. Okay, it was about time to suck it up and open those eyes of his.
Well...all he saw was brown. Where was he anyway? His lapse in memory was enough to be headache-inducing, as he couldn't remember what happened before everything went blank. Still hearing a little bit of movement in...wherever he was, that must have meant...people! Or one person. Whatever. "...Heeeeeeey." It was a bit on the weak side, but his voice was still filled with a sense of clowning around. His vision was becoming a little more clear now as he decided not to turn his head in any direction for the moment. His little..."greeting" was meant for whoever was in the room...and wherever they were. Hopefully it wasn't a gang full of bandits that dragged away his unconscious body and robbed him off all his stuff and gold. The latter he was more concerned about, but...
...Wait! Something was just coming back to him. After feeling that stingy sensation again, he remembered it wasn't something good...no, it was a wound that he managed to somewhat patch up before he passed out. It didn't feel like it was still bleeding, but goodness did it STILL hurt.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 13:47:53 GMT -6
Oh. Excellent! Amusement. As her guest slowly began to regain consciousness and move around, she inspected them once more, noticing the poor condition of their clothing and what looked suspiciously like blotches of dried blood. She was going to have to clean blood out of her nicely cared-for floor, wasn't she? Selene resisted the urge to head-desk... literally. A little blunt force trauma never hurt anyone. She finished signing her name on a requisition form instead, deeming the extra ballista bolts very likely to be useful if they did have multiple confrontations or a protracted fight - she was not entirely enthused by what had been packed on board the supposedly 'battle-ready' ships based on the documentation she had gathered so far.
The murmured greeting caught her drifting attention once more, signaling the beginning of the interrogation. Er, conversation. She got the two confused sometimes. "Good morning, young man. I hope you found my floor to your liking." Her smile was as thin as ever, but there was a certain sparkle to her eyes that tinged her neutral tone and small smile with a look of slight warmth. She'd been there before. Half dead and unconscious, that was, not randomly in people's cabins, that was just weird. But weird usually meant interesting, and she could use some interesting this morning!
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 14:33:40 GMT -6
Well, finally a voice he could follow! Turning his head in the direction of the woman he heard, he couldn't resist the urge to make even more light of her greeting as he cracked a funny smile. "...Yep, yep. Probably the most comfy floor I've ever been graced to...uh, well...sleep on? Yeah, that." Passed out, more like it. Though he had to admit, it WAS a nice floor. Wasn't too sure about the comfy bit, but it was better than laying on rocks for a bed. Remembering he actually had to sleep on a bunch of small boulders one night was something he wish he didn't remember, as he woke up to some killer back pain that morning and decided, "Nope. Never again". The most he would get from her floor was a big headache and a cold body from laying there for too long.
"Nope." A silent acknowledgement to himself that he still couldn't quite raise up at the moment. Wasn't the wounds, just that he was so bloody tired for some reason...OH! Now it was...mostly coming back to him now. The Mac Brigade...almost killed him. What kind of birthday present was that, anyway? And those losers were able to get the jump on him too. It seemed like he was in the clear of the trio though. He doubted the woman here was connected with those bozos, otherwise she would have stabbed him in his sleep. She didn't look like the type to do something like that anyway...of course, he's said that plenty of times before in the past and that one person you didn't expect to be crazy WAS the crazy one. Still couldn't remember how he escaped though, for he was sure they finally managed to get him for once.
Ah, but he was sure the lady here was friendly. Had no choice but to believe so, considering he didn't know where he was. He finally forced himself to raise his upper body and immediately... "YEEEEOO-HOW!!" ...forgot about the stomach wound already. He still managed to cross his legs and maintain a sitting position, but that momentarily made the wound sting. He scanned the area a bit, seeing his bow slid off several feet away from him. How'd it get over there? Ah, not like he needed it. Still had is blade on him...and he had his doubts she'd try to stab him or something.
...All right, enough of being paranoid. Awkward moment time! "Soooo...I literally have no idea where I am. Won't cost me anything to ask where I am, eh?"
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 14:57:16 GMT -6
"So this is a habit?" It was an amusing thought that someone might have so much experience in sleeping on the floor that they might rate them by comfortableness. It was hard not to get sidetracked wondering if there was such a thing as a connoisseur of flooring. Patently ridiculous, and yet - not the strangest thing that had come up during breakfast. God, she needed a hobby or she was going to be senile by the time she was 30. It was reassuring that her guest was apparently an idiot rather than an insane assassin, though, unless this was an extremely impressive setup in which he nearly got himself killed, snuck on board her ship and pretended to fall asleep on her floor instead of killing her in her sleep, and then lulled her into a false sense of security over breakfast before killing her.
...Senile by 28. 29 at the latest, and that was all assuming she wasn't stark raving mad by that point. Selene opted to contemplatively take a roll of bread from the basket, taking a bite out of it to quell her empty stomach's endless complaints as she listened in silence to the odd man's attempts at conversation... and sitting up, for that matter. Goodness, he was a wreck. How had he even managed to get himself nearly killed so thoroughly? There was a story behind that, she bet. 'Local man, 22, fights entire local population sharks while naked and underwater, escapes with damaged pride.' Or maybe it was something to do with stealing valuable artifacts from ancient Nabatan tombs.
Alright, 27. "..Roll?" Deciding that he probably needed the food more than he did, the good admiral offhandedly tossed the partially-eaten roll at him, reclining back in her chair for a moment as she looked him up and down again now that he was easier to inspect. Maybe she was already senile. How the hell had he gotten in here without having any idea where he was? There had to have been at least ONE guard, somewhere on the deck, and probably not more than blackout drunk. Ignoring the ravings of her diseased mind, Selene responded in a businesslike tone. "You are currently on the floor of my cabin, aboard a ship currently docked at the town of Luin before joining the rest of the fleet further in the north of Fibernia." Succinct and accurate. And it wasn't like any of that was a secret. "Are you hungry?"
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 15:38:30 GMT -6
"I wish this was a habit...that way I can have more floor experience." ...Didn't make the slightest bit of sense, even to him, but that would have to do for now. With a silent giggle, he reached his arm out a bit to catch the roll offered to him. "Kindly!" He was pretty hungry. How long was he out anyway? Must have been a long time if his stomach wasn't suffering from two types of pain: Literal PAIN and hunger. She did say "morning" and if he recalled, the Mac Brigade did strike him pretty early after finishing a morning job...ah well, he'll figure it out later. He was offered something to fill his belly, and thankfully his right hand wasn't bloody. Otherwise, his new roll would have unexpected red sauce on it...as creepy as it sounds, it would have at least been something new to taste. Hopefully that didn't make him a vampire.
After taking a quick bite of the roll, he also got the answer he wanted. He stopped chewing for only a second before grinning a bit, FINALLY remembering everything now. Yeeeah, he jumped on a boat at the last minute. Guess he owed her an explanation, swallowing his food before speaking. No need for bad table manners...even though the floor was his dinner table. "...Ohhhh! Yeah, see...I was getting chased and when I was cornered, I kinda just...ran up here. In the confusion at the port, I took the opportunity to run aboard while my pursuers got hit by an angry mob and some guards. Didn't know where I was going, but after that, I ended up in here moments later and must have just...conked out. All of that was a huge blank just now 'til you said "ship", heh heh."
Was up to her to believe him or not. Either way, he wasn't complaining. If the ship was still docked, that meant all the kerfuffle really happened not too long ago. "I'd probably be dead right now if I didn't hop aboard, so this ship's my salvation!" Before he could even laugh again, his wound made him cringe in pain. He was right that it stopped bleeding, but he probably needed it properly bandaged soon before the wound re-opened.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 8:47:17 GMT -6
It was nice to be the saner person in a conversation for once, but Selene still felt like the butt of a joke at someone else's expense; her guest was either stark raving mad or completely incapable of taking their conversation seriously, and she was not sure which answer she preferred. And she was going to throw whoever had deck guard duty overboard, maybe after some mandatory shark wrestling, but that was a separate thought. Taking a momentary, longing look at her breakfast, Selene steeled her nerves for the most difficult decision in her entire life, or at least it felt that way, and ended up pushing the bowl of stew over her desk to his side. "...You look like you could get more out of this than I."
She wasn't going to give him the rest of the damn rolls, though. Or the pudding. She'd rip him in half with an impassive glare if he even tried it. Grabbing another roll and tearing a chunk out of it with her teeth, she looked back to the madman currently taking refuge on her floor. Salvation, guards, commotions... this was all going to be a fair degree of trouble, wasn't it? Selene briefly considered giving orders to set sail immediately before whatever had happened here caught up with her and potentially delayed her arrival at the rendezvous, but right now she really just wanted to eat, and that would involve heading outside, and it would be such a bother... and she hadn't decided what to do with this joker yet either.
Eyeing the bow on the floor and the blade at his side, she pondered her response to his explanation. Such as it was. It really didn't explain much at all, but she was getting the distinct impression that getting a straight story from him would be like pulling teeth... and probably much bloodier. For him. Also for her patience if this kept up. "Your choice of words is intriguing. The 'salvation' brought by the Etrurian fleet is often in blood and steel, and illegally stowing aboard a ship in the navy, especially one in the midst of a mission, is an action that usually comes with consequences."
Her smile was steel, though she had made no motion towards any of the weapons sparsely located on the walls. This was not her flagship and she hadn't had much to furnish it with, so she had gone for a somewhat... spartan finish. "How severe are your injuries?"
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 14:45:11 GMT -6
"Quite the generous one, eh? I am pretty hungry, soooo...thanks!" Not like he was going to start chowing down on the stew immediately like he was doing for the roll, but suffering from pain of his wound was something for him to pay a little more attention to. Well...crap. He was still taking bites from the thing, so it's not like it'd mattered. And he wasn't taking with his mouth full, so at least he was minding his manners. At least, he wanted to believe he was! Jeez, people can be so complicated some times. What was considered rude and what wasn't was just something he didn't like thinking about, though at least it's not too complex for him. That, and the woman here didn't seem like she'd give him problems...unless he said something stupid.
Oh...he sure was supposed to continue explaining himself. However, when she mentioned "navy", he nearly dropped the half-eaten roll before he was able to catch it. Well! That was a little...shocker. The ship did seem different than the average merchant boat...from what he remembered from the outside. But still, this was quite the tight situation. He still maintained a goofy smile, though he was obvious a little lost for words for a moment there. "Well, I...huh. A navy ship, eh? Man, I really screwed up this time." Yeah...allowing the Mac Brigade to get the jump on him and then he JUMPED on a military vessel without even knowing. Hah, get it? Because he literally "jumped" on the shipped after getting "jumped" by retards?
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...Moving on. He was in quite the mess, to be on the serious side. The lady in front of him didn't seem like she was going to do anything bad to him from the tone of her voice, and from her expression. However, he wasn't too sure of that. "...Yep. I goofed. Buuuut, I can still go into more detail! Wasn't intentionally coming aboard illegally. The guys chasing me were just little enemies I've made years ago during my line of work. They seriously would have gutted me alive if I didn't jump on this ship. Other option was to swim away, but...yeah, let's just say I would have sank like a rock." He COULD swim, but with his injury...yeah. His voice still had his laid back tone, though his smile was more sincere than his previous one. "...Those bozos are probably sitting behind bars right now though. That mob and town militia must have nabbed them if they didn't come storming your ship by now. Though since this is a navy ship, they wouldn't get very far anyway!"
He wish he could say that was good news, considering the state he was in. Speaking of which, he was surprised she asked about his condition. That still wasn't saying much, but usually those on ships like this didn't care for petty things such as a stowaway's health, especially in the position he was in. "...Ahhh, they aren't that bad. Stomach wound's about the only one getting on my nerve though." Other than that, he just had a bunch of minor cuts and a few bruises. He thought he was more banged up than that, so the Macs really just gave him a rough beating than a lethal one...but aw, nuts! They ruined one of his favorite garbs!
...He'll have to pay them a little "visit" once he's in better health...aaaaand if he wasn't in neck deep trouble with Etruria.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 15:02:28 GMT -6
Surrrrrrrrrrounded by idiots.
Selene's shoulders slumped before she could stop herself, torn between pitying the idiot and feeling sorry for him. Wait, those were the same thing, weren't they? Pitying him and yelling at him, she meant. It couldn't be safe to be that careless, especially in a world like the one they lived in. He might well have just been skewered on the spot if he had happened aboard a Church ship, or at best used as a bloody exhibition. In a way, he had been very fortunate indeed to escapeend up here, especially given his condition. At least he had possessed the decency to not bleed all over the floor too much. She was gonna have to mop that up later though.
She eyed him for a few moments, not really sure how to respond to a proclamation like that. The urge to yell at him for being an idiot was definitely rising, people should take better care of themselves, but she knew she wasn't going to be able to just leave him like that. Selene finally allowed herself the sigh she had been holding in since that Church visit a week previous, slumping back into her chair for a moment as she wallowed in her own weakness for a brief instant in time before pulling herself back together.
"You're an idiot." Clipped, neutral; not spoken with malice, but as if she was giving him the time of day. Which ,as far as she was concerned, she was. Selene rummaged about in the top right drawer of her ornate desk, pulling out a length of bandage and some gauze before standing up with the two items in hand, staring at him like a bull that had just spotted a red flag. "You need to take better care of yourself. You're young now, but the worse you treat your body, the sooner the consequences of these injuries will compound. Unless those weapons are just for show, you should know this."
Selene stepped around the desk, heading towards Xain with grim purpose. "You were lucky this time, but there may not be a next time if you don't learn something from this." She looked down at him, not superciliously as with a combination of amused frustration and perhaps a slight bit of caring etched onto her face. "I will not have you bleeding all over my floor further, so unless you fancy your chances unarmed against the sharks, I suggest you remove what... little remains of your shirt and let me get to work."
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 16:52:55 GMT -6
Well, wasn't expecting that. He was stopped short before taking another bite of his roll, listening to what she was saying and watching as she grabbed the bandages without opening his mouth further. Okaaaaay, scary. Though it was something he should have seen coming, considering he could drive some of the most composed people up the wall sometimes. It was enough to almost make him want to giggle to himself, though that'd be quite inappropriate at that given time. He hadn't heard a scolding like that ever since he was a kid when his dear granny, still younger and full of energy at the time, giving him hour long scoldings. Well, at least this was better than that! And not like he had any reason to disagree with the woman here. She was was correct, which caused him to smile brightly.
Was a little odd for her to consider him that young though, even though he was much older than he appeared. Though he never cared about that too much. If anything, he considered it a compliment. He probably wasn't going to show any signs of being an old man until he...was literally an old man. He settled for his usual smile while keeping a good bit of seriousness in his tone "...Scary lady is scary. But hey, I'm not in disagreement! I'm often told I'm a clown, so no denying that. Ah, but if I couldn't take a little pain, then I wouldn't get anywhere with my jobs, sooooo...it's not all that bad! Of course, this is a special case. Not every day I'm running for my life towards a ship that I seriously shouldn't be on, so lesson learned!"
Yeah, when you see a huge ship like this, just jump in the water and prepare to duel some sharks. That'll be a much safer course! ...Not, but it'd be fun nonetheless. He didn't really show it at all as he masked it behind his smile, though what she said about taking care of himself better, it made him think about his grandmother for a moment that sorta dampened his chipper mood. She specifically told him to be careful when he left home the first time, though...look at him now! But living the life of a mercenary, he was bound to get banged up like this every once in a while...and as far as he was concerned, as long as he still had both legs and at least one arm left, he had to keep fighting for the money. Otherwise, his granny was going to be the one dead.
But she was fine as long as he kept getting paid, so no need to let that drop him down in the dumps! As she offered to help him with the injuries, he quickly abide as he removed the torn vest, as he was still a little ticked off that the Mac Brigade messed up his favorite clothing. Ah, well he has the other one in a pack somewhere...if he didn't drop it before passing out in this cabin somewhere.
"Heh. This is one crazy birthday. I must be famous or something." He continued to joke as he held still. Not too many birthdays turned out to be this fun...correction: Crazy.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 17:07:15 GMT -6
Afflicted with a bad case of runningatthemouth-itis, eh? She had a feeling it would prove terminal if he didn't find a way to mitigate the symptoms, but it wasn't really her job to look after him like he was some kid. Which was, clearly, exactly why she was doing precisely that for him right now like she was his bloody grandmother. It would probably be rude to murder him right after patching him up... but it was a tempting proposition. "What do you do for a living, anyways? Circus stuntman? Bear wrestler? Pirate?" A light conversational tone as she went to work, wiping off what she could of the grime on his arm around one particularly nasty cut with her handkerchief - THAT was going to need to be replaced now - before she started on the bandaging; the chest wound could wait a minute until she got an idea of how he reacted to her ministrations.
Despite her tone, though, it was a deadly serious question. This young man was obviously not your run-of-the-mill villager; he carried weapons, ones meant to kill men rather than beasts, and apparently pissed people off enough to have what she suspected were armed men attempting to kill him. Whether he was a thief or mercenary didn't much matter, the matters of the land never held much interest for her, but she would have to make a harsh decision if he was stupid enough to admit to being a pirate... perhaps some time in the stocks to cool down and think about his life would help him from getting too far into that world. If he was dumb enough to admit to it, anyways. She was probably just going to kick him off the ship after she finished with him if there was no pressing reason to arrest him, not that he needed to know that just yet.
Selene's medical care was basic, certainly bereft of medication and anesthesia, but professional and precise; she held gauze and bandage as if she was accustomed to them, dressing his wound with practiced care and a gentle touch not exactly typical of her usual demeanor. She had been on too many ships where she was the closest they had to a doctor, and so she had a fair bit of experience on the matter now. His last comment bothered her a little. As she finished tightening the arm bandaging, the admiral turned her attention to Xain more directly, her face a touch dour. "For your sake, I hope not. Fame of any sort is more trouble than it's worth."
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 17:50:50 GMT -6
"...Stunman sounds more like me, but mercenary's more accurate." Damn it. Why DIDN'T he think of that before? If he knew he could make money by doing crazy tricks most wouldn't be caught dead doing, he and Sharelle would be living just fine without him taking this kind of punishment. And given how he literally just can't seem to die with luck on his side, it'd be the perfect job. Ah, but it's too late to turn back now...and he's gotten quite well-adjusted to his occupation. One regret that he was actually surprised to...regret was meeting the Mac Brigade. Even though they weren't very threatening, his life would have been sooooo much easier and he probably wouldn't be a mess right now. Though he'd rather those freaks than someone who could do their job better. He probably wouldn't have even made it to the port town if he had a band of skilled rivals at his neck earlier.
Ah, the bandaging was a little bit stingy, but it didn't bother him that much. Of course, he'd have to resist screaming like a little girl if she bothered with treating the only larger wound. It was still causing some tingling pain as he was sitting in that position. He choose to just chuckle at her comment on the fame bit, silently agreeing with her as he tried his best to keep a low profile and not become too well known for his work. Fame also breeds infamy from your enemies, and he didn't want ten Mac Brigades trying to kill him everyday. He'd have to hire a freakin' bodyguard if that was the case...and who ever heard of a mercenary hiring someone to protect him during his own job?
Just now, he realized he was forgetting something as he was being patched up. Most people would flip out, but he was still surprisingly relaxed about it. "The name's Xain, by the way. I guess you'll need that info later for when you all decide what to do with me." Just hope they didn't turn him over to the authorities here and and dumped him in the same cell with the Macs. That'd be evil, but at least he'd be in better shape to pound on them like normal!
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 20:08:08 GMT -6
Hmmm. Mercenary! She could deal with mercenaries. At least they had a clear allegiance - money. Nothing fancy, usually no big ideals, just people who killed each other for money. Selene didn't entirely understand the concept, but then she would have done her job for free if they let her; she did what she loved because she loved it, not because she got paid for it. Patting the bandaged arm with a certain degree of satisfaction, she appraised her work. It wasn't quite professional, but it was bandaged neatly, tightly, almost well enough to pass for a professional job if one didn't look too closely. Not half as good as a cleric with a healing staff, of course, but THOSE were expensive and hard to come by. For some reason, not many of them cared to sign up for either piracy or naval operations. Maybe the ebb and tide of the seas, the rocking of the ships, interfered with their concentration?
Eh, didn't much matter. "Xain, is it?" Xain, Xain... was that a familiar name? Famous pirate? Well-known mercenary? Spy from another country? Church elite? She didn't recognize it. He didn't really seem like the type to lie about his name when he was sitting half dead on her floor, so maybe she was just over-thinking it. "Sharks are getting hungry, I suppose..." Selene grinned at Xain from entirely too close, looking for a moment eerily like a shark herself. "You can call me Selene, or boss lady, or mom, but if you start thrashing around too much I'm going to gut you with your own severed arm. You've gotten entirely enough blood on my floor, and I don't want to clean up more of it than necessary."
Yup, she was just a regular Mother Theresa! A heart full of love and a bedside manner that was... somewhere south of Hell. The irony was lost on her entirely as Selene focused on her work, working to carefully wipe what she could away from the edges of the wound and get an idea of what it looked like.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2014 11:24:34 GMT -6
He was about ready to scoot away from her when she went on about sharks and other equally threatening things, though since he was getting bandaged up, he couldn't really do that. He only settled for a panicky, yet cheesy smile. "W-whoa, hey there! I might have to call you crazy lady, if that's the case! I'll be on my best behavior, ma'am. Promise!" His tone obviously still held some joking around in it, of course. A little more seriously though, he allowed a small chuckle before placing his hands behind his head and leaned back a tad. "I'm not all that good with formality and all that, and I hardly ever had to say mom in my life, sooooo...I guess Selene will do!" Maybe he'd call her boss lady later just to poke more fun.
Even with Selene's questionable display of brutality in her words, he was somewhat lost on if anything bad was actually going to happen to him at this point. Of course, she could be just bandaging him up so whenever he was in better health later, she could throw him over board so he'd be in perfect shape to take on the sharks...oooor turn him over to someone else that will find out what to do with him. The more he thought about the shark thing though...the more he was kinda wanting it to happen, and not wanting it to at the same time. Would be a nice test to see how he'd fight underwater while he could have the bragging rights to say he slaughtered a crowd of sharks single-handedly. Though...he was prrrreetty sure he literally would have left the battle with a couple of limbs ripped off by the underwater beasts and probably die before he could reach the surface.
"Er, to be on the serious side though, I'll...uh, clean up where necessary. Not enough to make up for stowing away, but it is my mess so I've gotta clean it up anyway!" Thankfully he didn't leak all over the place. His injures weren't THAT bad, so he was lucky he didn't have pools to clean.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2014 17:08:33 GMT -6
"Well, that makes two of us." Selene chuckled darkly, a bit of black humor that she didn't care to explain. She had spent very little time with her own mother, and this had little opportunity to call her mom. She supposed it would be normal to be depressed when your own mother died, but... honestly by the time she heard about it, it was just a name. She had always been closer to her father anyways, but after a decade of absolute dedication to the sea, she just didn't have that much of a bond with earthly matters anymore. Maybe that was kind of pathetic. She didn't really know. Or care.
Huh, he had taken a bit of a nasty cut. If anything, the boy was in good shape considering what must have happened. She wondered if he was one of those who hid pain with humor, or if he was always this... irrepressable. She couldn't imagine trying to be chipper all the time. It must be exhausting. Pretending to be optimistic once in a while for the crew's benefit was already hard enough! Still amused by the thought, she finished carefully cleaning the edges of the wound, knowing better than to try to do anything stupid with the cut itself - she was no healer, and her medic-ing skills mostly extended as far as 'not die immediately.'
Taking out a length of bandage and wrapping it around the length of her hooked arm from elbow to palm as a makeshift measurement, Selenegot back to work, wrapping it around his stomach quickly but carefully. She wasn't exactly a gentle individual, but meaningless cruelty was worse. Not as bad as her bedside manner, but close. "As your physician, I am required by law to inform you that wrestling sharks and getting stabbed are both bad for your health, and you should try to avoid either." Smacking him upside the back of his head - relatively gently, not like she was trying to knock his head clean off - Selene pushed herself upright with a sigh, her knees a little sore after that. "That's about the best I can do for you until you get your ass to a cleric. We don't have one on board, and unless there's one in this backassward shithole of a town, your best bet might be to head to the nearest decent-sized city."
Hmmmmmmm.
She eyed him up again, glancing at his bow on the ground. Inspiration? "...This vessel is en route to a rendezvous with the rest of the fleet in a day or so, and there should be a cleric or two there. You any good with those toys you dragged in with you?" She nodded her head in the direction of the bow on the ground, not taking her gaze off of Xain.
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