[OOC] Folkmore IC Inbox

[pyrighteous]

[ Instead of a welcome message, there's just muffled noises as Hunter tries and fails to get his comm to do what he wants it to do. ]

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[oweschildsupport]

Hmm. The situations we've found ourselves in thus far haven't afforded me many chances to see you at your best yet, have they.

[He folds his arms.] Show me, then. I'll be watching.

[pyrighteous]

R- right now?

[oweschildsupport]

If you have something in mind.

[That could have been interpreted in any manner of ways; he intentionally left it open-ended.]

[pyrighteous]

I - uh - I think I would pass out. Sir.

[oweschildsupport]

...Right. Bad timing.

If we had to leave this hut, I don't think I could make it right now either.

[pyrighteous]

I can impress you by helping you get home?

[oweschildsupport]

This is home.

[Draxum gestures to the meager supplies, and the bedding.]

For the time being, at least. [He shifts some, grunting uncomfortably.] I'll look for something else when I get back into town, but... I doubt I'm going anywhere for a few days.

[He doesn't look like he enjoys admitting that.]

[pyrighteous]

[ Wait. WAIT. Hunter jolts a bit, looking around the lil hut? Like it's clearly a decent spot, and certainly better than the CAVE Hunter was living in before Casey took him in, but.

He can't help but make a face. ]

-- I'll bring you things. Food and stuff.

[oweschildsupport]

[Hunter: Bitch Sir, you live like this??

(It's a product of his own arrogance. Draxum didn't think he'd be around long enough to need a better home.)

But he gives Hunter a curious look, considering.]

If you believe you can find this place again, I guess that would save me Lore...

[That's what the bucket of water in the corner is for, apparently. And he would find it impressive if Hunter could navigate his way around Exile like that, unassisted.]

[pyrighteous]

[ That is EXACTLY the expression on his face, yes. ]

I - I'm sure I could! I've navigated all over the Isles back home.

[ He will 100% get lost the first time but he is very stubborn. ]

[oweschildsupport]

[What they both lack in sense they make up for in tenacity. /clasps hands]

You'll have to tell me all about it, sometime. I'd like to more about this place you came from.

[He'd be down for story time now, but it doesn't feel like this headache is going anywhere soon. Draxum leans back, trying to minimize it by closing his eyes.]

Your preferred weapon of a choice in a fight—that would be a staff?

[That's what Hunter used that day, when displaying his combat abilities for him in the park.]

[pyrighteous]

I will. Honestly? You'd fit right in.

[ Purple goat man 100% exist in the Boiling Isles somewhere. That's just facts.

Hunter shifts a bit, instinctively finding a sunny spot; the sunshine really helps get his energy levels back up. ]

That's right. I mean, I could use other things, I guess, but a staff is my favorite.

[oweschildsupport]

[The first comment earns a ghost of a smile. Is that right? There's no place for him in the Hidden City anymore, at least for the time being, so that sounds nice.

To the second comment he just hums his acknowledgement, not explaining his reasons for asking in the first place. It's something he'll kick around in his head for a while, going back and forth on it until he ultimately decides to go for it around a month from now.]

[pyrighteous]

[ That's for the best, probably. Hunter's done enough self-interrogation for the day. At least on that one, staffs are just COMMON in the Isles; it isn't just a Belos thing. Swords are much more rare.

He takes a moment to just absorb sunlight, visibly refreshed by it. ]

How are you feeling?

[oweschildsupport]

I don't think you want the answer to that question.

[He's still hurting pretty badly, in other words, but he'll spare Hunter the details.]

I'm in less pain than I was, however. The tea is helping. So long as I drink it regularly it will be manageable, it just needs more time to kick in.

[On a scale of 1 to 10, he'd say he's gone from a 12 to an 8. That will continue to lessen as he sits, though, and the medicine continues to take effect. If he can trick his body into relaxing, he hopes he can sleep off the worst of it, even though that might take a while.]

[pyrighteous]

[ Ah. Well. That's to be expected huh. ]

... I guess if it's going in the right direction, that's a start. You seem to be handling it well.

[oweschildsupport]

[That does get a grin.]

I'm tougher than most.

[Draxum opens one eye to look at Hunter, almost smug.]

Two weeks ago I was punched up a skyscraper, you know. From ground level to the roof, straight through all fifty floors between them. It really sucked, but you won't find a scratch on me.

[He's a goddamned cockroach, is what he is.]

[pyrighteous]

[ That is surely extremely cool, but also: ]

What's a skyscraper?

[oweschildsupport]

Buildings of human make, fashioned out of metal and glass. They're so tall that they scrape against the sky—hence their name.