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Corve slips into the small room belowdeck that he shares with Carmine, one hand closing the door as softly as possible while he holds his stomach with the other. Damn Terrestrials and their nature tricks. Looking down at her sleeping shape, he thinks maybe he shouldn't wake her up. She can always heal him in the morning...
Carmine saves him the trouble of deciding by waking up on her own, glancing around in the darkness before her eyes settle on corve "...Corve...?" ... then on his stomach, waking up very fast "...what happened?!"
Corve rolls his eyes when she wakes up. Just like her. "... aaw, 's nothing. Got shot with a tree," he says flippantly, and steps to the bed, turning to sit down next to her, slipping his jacket off and looking at his stomach. "Shirt's ruined though..."
Carmine "...Shot with a tree?!" She demands of him, as she gently but firmly pushes him backwards onto the bed, lowering him down.
Corve whines- a gruff and reluctant 'ow ow ow'- as he's pushed back. "Yeah... bit of a ruckus upstairs. Myrrh and you where sleeping, Xar and I didn't want to wake you. We took care of it, though."
Carmine briefly scowls at corve, before returning to her much more concerned demeanor, lighting her anima to look at the wound, delicately poking at it.
Corve flinches. "Anyway, what happen- ow!- what happened was, the sailors went and hired some Dragon-Blooded mercenaries to come take the ship back."
Carmine nods, in a 'go on' way. She frowns at the wound. It was pretty nasty. But then, he had been shot with a tree ...
Corve props himself up on his elbows to watch as he speaks. "So I was talking to Xar abovedeck, and they showed up...and this chick just shoots me... right in the gut, and the arrow turns into a tree inside my stomach. I shoot back, she gets to running while Xar lights their ship on fire and pummels some mortals... and then this -other- merc shows up out of nowhere and grabs me."
Corve shrugs a little, adjusting himself. "Then Xar comes out of the other ship with the archer in his grip... and I escape... and we all made a deal."
Carmine looks progressively less happy as Corve recounts his ... well it sounded like a very interesting fight. She does refrain from expressing her dissatisfaction on his wound though, instead bandaging it with the remains of the shirt, then wrapping her essence around it.
Corve grits his teeth as she wraps the shirt around his torso, but the healing... that feels rather good. "So Xar goes Xeth... and we offer the mercs a bite of a Peach of Immortality each if they work for us for a year and Calibration (along with promises- all truthful- that they won't betray us). The rest of the sailors came on to our side rather quick once we told them it was either us or Lethe. So now we have a
Corve crew and two rather good mercs helping us out. Should make things easier."
Carmine looks less than convinced. They were only dragonblooded. But then they had beaten Corve up. And he said she needed protecting. "There. Try not to move too much." the slightly dark expression vanishing with a smile.
Corve nods a little and edges himself over to her, kissing her. "It'll be fine. They'll come in handy when we go looking for our one-eyed buddy. I'm not sure we'll be able to handle him alone, love." Winces as he sits up against the edge of the bed. "Not unless I can get far away to shoot without having to get out of his sword's way..."
Carmine kisses him back. "Silly. Let me get in the way of his sword."
Corve frowns at her, not finding it funny in the slightest. In fact, he says so: "That's not funny."
Carmine "I wasn't being funny. I was being serious. He can't hurt me, and you get a hole most of the way through you from a Dragonblood's attack."
Corve frowns further, looking rather... well, pouty. "Whatever." He moves as if to cross his arms, and winces, so he leaves them on his lap. "I need to be a good shot before I can take a tree to the stomach, or else I'm worthless in a fight."
Carmine looks at him in a 'You're more than worthless if you're dead' way.
Corve licks his teeth and sighs, leaning his head back. "I'll be fine. Just... gotta stay away from him."
Carmine "Well, do. But if he does get close don't try and take his sword blows from me ... get away."
Corve mutters something in Brumish and nods. "I know... still..." he doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, he just reaches over and grabs her hand, closing his eyes. "This is not what I had in mind when I was drinking beer the night we met."
Carmine looks at hm puzzled
Corve raises a brow. "What?"
Carmine shakes her head.
Corve tilts his head and then shrugs. "Alright... well... I'm going to get some sleep..." he says, sliding down on the bed until he's completely horizontal. "You staying?"
Carmine nods and slips behind him, wrapping her arms round him protectively
Corve smiles, closing his eyes. He doesn't dream well, though. Dreams of black, howling blades and trees growing out of your stomach don't usually make for a good night's rest. He does sleep, however.
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