At one of Mothdale's mortuaries...Kevin may have recently gone over his limit of truly distressing things that are allowed to happen to him over the course of a single day, so he can't really bear his current circumstances with too much grace, all things considered.
"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!" he yells at the gub, which may as well be nobody in particular as far as the outside observer is concerned. Looking quite unstable, he hops up to
Mark and seeks aid, shaking his buddy gently.
"Stitch my leg back on. Quickly."This is music to Mark's non-ears, and he gets to work the instant he is petitioned.
[Mark's "medicine" roll: 3+1]
He stitches the leg back on quickly and neatly, occasionally glancing at the bloody dolphin melee happening next to him. The job is simple enough to not need anything more than the smallest modicum of attention.
On a shipwreck-rich beach in Mothdale...Sigmund tries to help
Scott with his savage burning problem with a well-placed blast of air. But first he needs Scott to stay still.
"Scott, come near me and stay still!"Sadly, Scott doesn't seem to hear this, possibly because his ears are too full of fire.
[Sigmund's aiming roll: 3-
1]
He completely misses the spectral head, however, as Scott seems to be flipping out while trying to find water to submerge himself into.
[Scott's fire extinguishing roll: 1]
Being mostly blind right now and not blessed with a great spatial memory, he naturally fails, flying up into the air like some kind of screaming spectral fireworks display.
[Scott's will roll: 3-1]
Fortunately for Sigmund, Scott seems to be running out of strength to scream with, which will hopefully let him concentrate much better on extinguishing the silly bastard.
~we are not incredible experts of surface physics, sigmund! but we think a lack of air is not exactly scott's problem right now! now save him already! having one of you die within hours of granted independence will make this whole endeavor look very bad!~In a lounge at the Red Tower of Power...Niklas, having been rebuked by one potential mentor, drags himself over to the fat lady and is about to try and get her attention, but she notices him without the need for such effort.
"What is this? A chair has entered my presence? You are brave, little chair. Most of your kind do well to fear me," her voice comes out of her humongous form as she ponderously turns mid-air and regards her visitor. She then laughs in a manner Niklas can't help but perceive as villainous.
"Have you come to pay tribute in return for the safety of your family and business?" she continues, then starts to chuckle again. Her assorted cronies join in after a moment.
In the streets of Mothdale...Morton figures he should stick with Kevin - sadly, he doesn't know where the fellow might be. But rather more excellently, he knows somebody who does.
~Group Gub, can you please inform me of where good jester Kevin is? I fear he may be in danger or in trouble because of his injury, is surgeon Mark anywhere in the city? I believe he may be able to fix him, hopefully.~~good jester kevin has been fixed without issue and improvisation by surgeon mark! they are both at a mortuary not very far from here! we can guide you there if required!~~If you could, could you also inform me of when that rather impolite man is around? I don't wish to upset him again, nor be harmed. I'm still confused as to why he attacked me though, did I perhaps break a custom of his? Insult in him some way? I certainly didn't mean to, but I suppose if he wants his space I'll quite leave him with it.~~you seem to be made of evil and also set off some primal instinct to destroy in his mind! tell us about the evil within you! is there any that you are aware of? or are these sorts of things determined by external examination? also, if we spot him nearing your location, we will make sure to warn you of his presence!~Well, this all seems to be working out well. Maybe the day holds potential for improvement!
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