CAN WE FIX IT?! (ROADBUILDING POST)

[opheliac]

Who: people who signed up for this
What: infrastructure building between Trench and the city of Riteior
When: earlier this month
Where: OUT IN THE WILD

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— MAKE YOUR TOP-LEVELS BELOW! i got bullied into making this post.

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[opheliac]

Hmmm... — Yyyyeaaah...

( she says in such abnormal smoothness in her tone. just what is it with this girl? not wanting a corrupted beast to be killed, allowing herself to get bitten, and now just sitting here with it and soothing the thing with her other hand? jinx is obviously not normal and not really showing any concern for herself when she should be. )

I'm sure someone gotta cure for it around here. Be a lil' worrying if no one got the brains to come up with one by now.

( so carefully, the teen tries the monster's mouth open in hope to set her arm free. the wolf growls quietly but due to... whatever she poured on the thing, it's not being snippy or putting any effort into attacking her. )

[theflyingone]

In Jinx he thinks there is clearly either a complete lack of instinctual self-preservation or a high degree of pain control. Both are of interest (or concern) to Altaïr for different reasons.

"That is no reason to court danger with it."

He is glad the animal seems to be limp. Barred from killing it, he cannot do much.

"Give me your arm. I'll see if I can get it clean at least. I have water and distilled alcohol, ointment and bandages. Were you already experiencing Corruption before this? What--who is this wolf?"

[opheliac]

( is this man a healer of some kind or does he just have a lot of medical training? either way, it's better than jinx's method of how she was going to handle her wound, that being stitching it up herself and wrap it up in bandages. with her arm free, she lazily lifts it up for him to inspect and tend to it -- her other continuing with stroking the wolf. )

It's Mr.Mugsy. ( she tells him, simply. )

— He's my new lil' puppy of rip and tear. I adopted him.

( her gaze is down the animal with gentle eyes and small yet real smile. )

A lotta folks here think 'cuz they look like monsters they don't get to live. Don'tcha think that's kinda cruel? He can't help how he is, what he is, or what he was taught to do. He's just goin' on instincts.

[theflyingone]

He is neither a healer nor has he had a lot of medical training. Just some, enough to patch himself up on the road if necessary like a survivalist. He sighs when he can see she will need stitches. He has them, but what a pain to do in the field. He casts a watchful, suspicious eye at the "wolf" as he breaks out the alcohol to disinfect his hands and her wound. (The alcohol was obtained here, an improvement over what he could get at home.)

"Well I'm not attached to dogs myself... Does he usually attack you? You cannot keep an animal that does not wish to stay."

[opheliac]

Yeah, but he's only attacking me 'cuz he's scared deep down. But I've been feeding him whenever I can. So he knows he can trust me if somethin' happens.

( there's a subtle eye twitch when the alcohol meets her wound. it doesn't sting per say, but there's an odd and null sensation that she does feel. and it's a little strange to experience due to her blood's side effect of not noticing pain ninety-eight percent of the time. )

And I don't keep him. He stays out here. I just, y'know, visit him.

[theflyingone]

He watches her reaction, such as it is. He's concerned she can't accurately feel the pain, but on the other hand he doesn't need to hold her still. He's able to finish with patching her up in a timely manner, which is important just in case the blood attracts Beasts. Altaïr doesn't want to compromise everyone on this expedition.

"If he keeps attacking you, then aren't you just continuing to frighten him? Do you know what caused him to be frightened to begin with?"

[opheliac]

You're a goof. All animals are about their territory. Yeah, I might be wanderin' in his habitat, but I'm givin' him love and food every day. In time, he'll learn to trust me. I know it, I can sense it.

( at least the beast isn't growling so heavily anymore. the wolf is still grumbling but it's subdued and on the drowsy side. )

Thanks for the patch-up, Bub. — I owe ya one. How about I'll fix any of your stuff if they get banged up?

[theflyingone]

"Then you're invading his home," he says flatly. Altaïr can't resist being stubborn, but he's also too tired to really argue.

"Patching up things is what you do?" There's a trace of amusement in his voice if not his expression. He just has one of those faces that makes his brows seem permanently fixed in a straight line. "Do you make them as well?"

It's not an idle question. He's been looking for a trustworthy smith to make him a secret item. He doubts he'd put his life in Jinx's hands, but the knowledge of a smith in his debt is worth tucking away.