Event Six.

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If you see this hairy creature Your first choice should always be to run Otherwise you had better hope You have silver bullets in a gun.

he full moon hangs brightly over the Town, hovering so low that it almost feels as though you could reach out and touch it. It should be comforting. But as the howl of wolves fills the air, it's anything but. There are werewolves on the prowl, and their target is very clear -- the Town won't be able to last without your help. Welcome to Awash's sixth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[sirnyxalot]

[Fushimi's in luck, at least in that respect. Nyx has walked off far worse than this, though usually his injuries never got far enough to actually puncture. Glaive armor is far more durable than it looks on the surface, but it's been a long time since he's had his armor cared for and repaired. The wolf's teeth had torn through it like it was paper.

He hisses between his teeth as he stands, nodding shakily.]

I'll be alright. I appreciate the help.

[If Fushimi can make it stop bleeding Nyx will be able to keep fighting.]

[dualtone]

[ Fushimi looks at Nyx for a second longer, and then nods, as if deciding that yeah, it seems like Nyx isn't going to pass out or die while standing. Fushimi looks surprisingly intact -- his clothes are a little dirty and worn, but it's clear that none of the blood that's splashed onto the fabric is his own. He has a sword that's properly sheathed at his side, but there's some tell-tale blood on the handle that's a bit of a giveaway.

Luckily, Fushimi's supplies aren't far -- he has a bag of them that he's been keeping nearby whatever location he chooses to fight at, because after that one time he got stabbed and couldn't find medical supplies for hours, he's tried to stay prepared. ]

They're a few hundred feet away. I can't heal you, but we can clean it out until you find someone who can.

[ With the bonus of not getting eaten while weakened, probably. Fushimi could run and get the supplies and come back, but that feels like a Bad Plan. ]

[sirnyxalot]

Anything you got that'll keep me from bleeding out. If you got supplies I can stitch it.

[His own kit is in short supply these days. He replaces anything easy enough to find here, but there are certain things in it that he no longer has access to. Emergencies only, of which this clearly doesn't count.

With no small amount of effort Nyx shrugs out of his coat and presses the heavy fabric around his arm. It's not perfect, the leather isn't very absorbent and it's too big to be effective, but it's all he has.]

Lead the way, I'll make it.

[dualtone]

I've got whatever you'll need. [ It's a little casual, but it's also true; Fushimi has actually put a lot of concentrated effort in stocking up his medical bag, after he was caught injured. ]

When I got here... I was wounded, and it was a pain to find supplies.

[ Luckily, it isn't far, which is good, because Fushimi is as bad at small talk as he is at, well, anything social. He grabs the bag and rolls out the contents; needle and thread, some antiseptic, some homemade bandages. ]

...Can you stitch like that?

[ He just said he could, but Fushimi sounds dubious, because stitching your own wounds when they're on your torso is always a little... ]

[sirnyxalot]

Me too. Took me a couple weeks to even...get around properly.

[Nyx sits down harder than he means to, jarring his injuries and smothering a groan. Six, the guy actually fashioned himself a kit. Nyx would be impressed if he wasn't lightheaded. He knows how to use it, but he's not as well-versed on obtaining it outside of buying from a shop.]

I'mma have to. Unless you got steady hands?

[dualtone]

...They're steady, but I can't do anything for the pain. [ Fushimi stitches his own leg wound up, once -- but it's different when you're doing it to yourself. He's not exactly squeamish; he's seen his fair share of blood and injuries, but he also hasn't helped anyone else quite like this before.

Regardless, he takes out the things they'll need for it, fingers sparking up flame for a second to sterilize it the best that he can. The thread isn't exactly the most sterile, either, but they'll take what they can get, these days. ]

It's up to you.

[sirnyxalot]

I can handle the pain.

[It's as good of a consent as he can give right now. The wound burns, itching around the punctures, and Nyx is hyperaware of the veins in his arm. He has a sinking feeling he's been poisoned somehow, but it doesn't feel like anything he's been stricken with before.

Very carefully Nyx removes his jacket, the leather pulling on his skin and sending a fresh stream of blood dripping from his arm. Forcing his breath steady, he holds out his arm and lets himself sink into one of the meditation techniques he'd learned in the glaive. Focus. Don't pass out; don't flinch.]

[dualtone]

[ Fushimi has, at least, as promised, steady hands. The needle is still a little hot when it starts to pull through flesh; not enough to burn, but enough to be another bright speck of pain on top of everything else. Fushimi is efficient about stitching up the wound, and while it doesn't exactly look great, it's at least pulled close. He cleans as he goes, and by the end it looks reasonably well taken care of, even if it's obviously still an 'on the battlefield' repair job. ]

The worst is over. [ Well, regarding that, at least; on a grander scale, there's no way the werewolf problem is over, but.

Bandaging the wound up is considerably less painful. ]

If it gets infected, there are healers around who can help better than I can.

[sirnyxalot]

[Nyx doesn't make a sound as Fushimi sews through his skin, though his nose flares and the muscle in his jaw twitches with every stitch. Once it's over, he takes a moment to breathe before he tries to speak. He looks a little dazed, face pale from blood loss.

Finally he looks down at his arm and nods slowly. He wouldn't have been able to do better himself. Very carefully flexing his fingers to make sure he hadn't had any ligaments torn, Nyx makes an effort to pull himself back together. With the injury taken care of he should get back out there...]

Thanks. You did a good job. I can still use it, anything else can wait until later. [Like worrying about infection.]

[dualtone]

Yeah. [ Fushimi looks a little awkward at the praise, and covers for it by wiping off the needle on his pants. There's another little flare of fire from his hands before he starts tucking everything back in the kit.

He glances back at Nyx, after a second; Nyx is still awfully pale, and it isn't exactly Fushimi's place to try and look after grown ass adults, but -- ]

You should find somewhere safe to rest. You look like you'll pass out if another one comes at you.

[ And then they'd be burying a body and Fushimi would have wasted all his medical supplies -- yes, that's a good angle, that makes it sound better than Fushimi being worried about someone he doesn't really know. ]

[sirnyxalot]

[Sorry, Fushimi. Nyx is as stubborn as a mule, already shaking his head before the man finishes talking.]

I can't just go hide, not when they're still attacking us.

[He moves to get up and sits back just as abruptly, hugging his good arm to his side as the bogeyman injury twinges hard. Shit...maybe he should give himself a break. Better than being a liability on the field. ]

[dualtone]

You're just a liability. [ It's a little harsh, but it's true. ]

Everyone here is the sort of person who would try to save you if you went down and get hurt saving you.

[ Fushimi would like to think that he's too practical to save someone at the cost of himself, but he's only like, 50% sure, actually. He tries to be a stone cold bastard, but it doesn't always work out that way when someone is actually injured in front of him. ]

You can find a healer and come back.

[sirnyxalot]

[Fushimi says what Nyx was slowly coming to and hearing it out loud is enough to make him relax his shoulders. He's not going to be responsible for someone else getting hurt. Retreat to gather one's strength isn't weakness, he know that, but he's used to being the one to jump in for everyone else. Not the one that needs a shield.]

Tch, it's almost like being with a team again.

[His tone is light, and he smiles.]

Thanks. Hope I'm not keeping you from helping someone else.