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The Adventure of the Blue Chrysoara; And Pink Scarlett
Topic Started: Apr 9 2018, 12:30 PM (1,399 Views)
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“Do you know anything about treating wounds, Commander?” Chrysoara asked, his voice rising slightly as he did so. The shoulder wound ached and throbbed like few injuries Chrysoara would have. This was one of the reasons Chrysoara had so quickly decided to wear the armor. He was tired of being injured. First it was his hand and now his shoulder. He was a merchant. Sure, he had martial arts training but he wasn’t a fighter. Not really. He was still working on learning how to fight better. Until then, he needed an advantage against the powerful enemies he would face.

“Good plan, Ma’am.” Chrysoara said as he eyed the priest on Scarlett’s shoulders. She was littler than he was; could she carry the priest easily? Well, she was his commander. If she needed help carrying the priest, then she would ask for it. What could he do in his current state anyway? He was strong, but not strong enough to carry the priest with his remaining good arm and until his injured shoulder was looked at he should probably refrain from using it for any heavy burdens.

Chrysoara peered around the corner as well. He would trust the distraction to her. In the meantime, they should get out of this empty hallway and into the main hallway he had walked down. This hallway, too, was empty – for which Chrysoara was thankful. He didn’t know what he would do if they had run into an issue so soon.

Chrysoara led the way down the hallway and towards the main entryway. When he reached the entryway, he peered into it. There were priests milling about. Chrys could see a few carrying supplies here and there. They were being ordered about by a priest that looked all too familiar to Chrysoara. Nero Mur. Just great. They found one of the few priests who had seen them before.
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"No I do not, but I'm sure we can find some sort of bandaging or antiseptic or something. Plus, we're on an island filled with priests, surely one knows something about healing... Wait, no that's... We'll figure it out"

With that she followed the larger man along the corridor, ignoring his clunking of boots against stone and attempting to listen out for any priests which might be around. Once they reached the end and proceeded to peer round once again, it became evident that there were too many priests to simply wander out of there. They would indeed need a distraction, and thankfully those confiscated goods would do nicely. Reaching into the bag she pulled out the weirdly shaped rock, feeling slightly ill just touching it. The moment she felt contact with it, she both felt uneasy, and also certain of what to do. When nobody was looking in their direction, she literally lobbed the rock at the biggest group, watching as it bounced numerous times before finally coming to a stop by their feet.

"Here's our chance"

She grinned, watching as one by one the priests turned to face the object. Even from where she could, she could hear them beginning to speculate as to what it was, before one of them suggested that perhaps it was some sort of... Demon rock. From there, one by one the priests began to panic, leaping back away from it and scattering as if something bad was actually going to happen. Weirdly, even Scarlett began to feel a little uneasy about it, as if it were actually going to explode in demonic power. Still, that was their opening. As the priests charged around in panic, she darted for the front door, encouraging Chrys to keep up with her. She attempted to use the armoured man as cover too, so that even if they looked over they wouldn't notice the unconscious man on her shoulder. She'd made sure to pull his hood up too, just in case they did manage to notice him. Hopefully this would work.
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Chrysoara watched his commander throw the strange rock into the crowd. The rock was eerie, almost as if the fabled sea devils that inhabited Devil Fruits resided in that rock, as well. It was not something Chrysoara would have wanted to carry around and he wasn’t sure how or why his Commander had done so. Of course, he had only known her for a brief time so far. In truth, he barely knew her. Perhaps she was into carrying around demonic entities that could and probably would destroy the world.

Chrysoara shook his head. He could somehow feel that the rock was influencing what he thought about it. Those weren’t the kinds of things that Chrysoara normally bothered himself with. He was a simplistic man who liked things that he could see and touch. Demonic entities were neither of those. At least, not so far. He might change his mind if he were to ever run into a demonic creature that he could see or touch.

Scarlett ran. Chrysoara ran after her. She was strangely fast – despite the priest on her back. Maybe Chrysoara was just slow. That was possible, especially in the large armor that he was wearing. As the priests scattered, Chrysoara ripped the door open to the outside. As soon as the duo (trio?) were through, Chrysoara shut the door and looked around him.

There were a few priests outside – as they were before – though there were far less than there were on the inside of the Cactithedral. They needed to go to their right, so Chrysoara began to walk that way. He tried to position himself so that any priests that may see them would have their view blocked by Chrysoara and the hulking armor. Unfortunately, a large man in armor wasn’t meant to not attract attention.

Chrys learned that the hard way when a woman looked up, her eyes wide in shock at the armored man. She began to walk towards them.
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It wasn't too bad of an escape, Scarlett had to admit. They'd managed to escape fairly easily thanks to the weird object which she'd placed here trust in. Chrys seemed to also place his trust in both it and her, and she was thankful for that. She appreciated people actually... Well, trusting her. She supposed she hadn't spent a load of time around people when she was younger, as she'd spent a lot of time training, which meant that she was still fairly easy to entertain or make feel good about herself. The two exited the Cactithedral without too much of a hitch, making her feel a little bad about gripping the explosive in her bag. After all, this was a place of holy worship, and whilst there were a few bad guys it seemed, it wasn't the fault of the many, so forcing them to repair it would be mean of her.

"Well, aren't we lucky?"

She celebrated, only to notice the various people outside as well. She supposed that was inevitable. She groaned a little bit and began wandering alongside the large armoured man. She was thankful for the rather large suit now, as it provide an amazing source of cover. The main issue it proved however was that it also managed to draw attention from the nearby crowds, including a random priest lady. Scarlett began to panic at that moment. A possible opponent was approaching and they could quite easily spot her and the unconscious man if she wasn't careful. Her only chance was...

"Good luck, you got this, I believe in you"

She whispered in a shaky tone before throwing herself and the unconscious priest up against the wall of the Cactithedral. She then quickly made the man look as if he were leaning against the wall, his hood pulled so far down that it would be a challenge to tell he was unconscious. She then sat directly next to him, pulling up her hood and acting as if the two were simply sitting around casually. Whilst Chrys presumably talked to the woman, Scarlett shook beneath her robes, not wanting to be found out. If they were found out, then a fight might break out, and it was unlikely they'd believe that the priest actually tried to drug her. She just hoped that her fellow marine would be able to diffuse the situation, however it had managed to occur. The girl continued to grip onto the explosive now up her sleeve, wondering what sort of power it might hold, and if it was worth the risk...
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“Wait…what?” Chrys said, losing his poise for a moment. He glanced back and saw Scarlett and a propped-up priest against the wall. They were rather inconspicuous. It was a regular Weekend at Barnies. Man, Chrysoara loved that growing up – even if some parts were decidedly inappropriate for a child. The Blue(ish) Knight turned his attention back to the priest who was growing ever closer.

She stood shorter than Chrysoara, though was taller than Commander Scarlett was. She had a shaved head. In fact, her head appeared to have been recently shaved. It wasn’t just shaved – there was not even a hint of stubble on her bald head. It was quite an impressive foray into the fashion world for a priest. On her head and skull there were intricate tattoos which seemed to symbolize death in some way. Well, Chrysoara actually had no idea what the interlocking designs across her head and face meant but since this was a priesthood obsessed with death he could only assume.

“You! You’re the Marine on the Island, yes? You have to be, though I didn’t think anyone would wear that old rust bucket from up the mountain. You must be a crazy one.” The priestess said as she approached Chrysoara. Chrysoara -for his part – managed not to punch her in the face. She wasn’t being threatening, but he could feel the adrenaline and fear moving through every cell in his body. It would be much easier to explain away punching a priestess in the face than it would be to explain an unconscious one. The only thing holding Chrysoara back from doing it was the knowledge that it would be an utter disaster that would only attract more attention upon themselves.

“I am Ensign Chrysoara” Chrys replied formally, as he gave a slight head nod to the woman. Luckily, the armor hid Chrysoara’s tense muscles that would give his emotions away immediately.

“Good! I’m busy right now, but can you meet me in the small building three houses to the right of the Cactihedral in a few hours? Good! I have to run now!” The woman said as she began to walk away – leaving Chrysoara standing there with his mouth open.

“What?”

“Oh, yeah! My name is Decca Pelson! I’m the one who reported the missing!” She called, leaving the flabbergasted jellyfish standing there and feeling like the biggest fool in the world.
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Scarlett remained as still as possible, peeping out from a gap in her hood to watch as the woman approached. She could make out what was being said fairly clearly, and was certainly intrigued by it all. So this woman recognised the armour he'd found? Not only that but she seemed surprised he'd actually wear it. Whist it wasn't in pristine condition, it wasn't awful either so why she seemed negative towards it was beyond her comprehension. Chrys' response was as formal as ever, which just showed how dedicated he was to his job. Once this was all over she would be certain to put in an extra special word, and would be willing to argue with anyone that said he didn't deserve some sort of bonus. He'd been stabbed in the shoulder, and yet was still going as if nothing had happened. That was certainly better than she was.

The conversation continued only briefly, as the woman invited Chrys over to her place, named herself Decca Pelson (whoever that was) and then ran off in a joyous mood. She was... Certainly a character, one which Scarlett felt she couldn't even compete with on the energy levels. Then again, not many moody teenagers had energy to spare anyway. Well, she wasn't that moody, but anyway. Once the woman had run off, the pink haired marine lifted the unconscious priest once again onto her shoulder, wandering over to her fellow marine and chuckled a little bit. Even though he couldn't see beneath her hood it would be fairly obvious she was grinning.

"Seems like you just scored yourself a date Chrys. I'll help you find a suit or something, one slightly less... Metal than your current one"

She chuckled again, before encouraging the larger man to wander along with her. She wasn't too sure where his shop was after all, so she needed him for both directions and cover. There weren't too many more priests in the direction they were going however which provided them with some freedom of movement thankfully. She couldn't help but wonder how she'd ended up in this mess though. It didn't feel very... Investigatory currently. Just a lot of sneaking about. She wasn't good at that.
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Chrysoara stood in stunned silence as Decca Pelson ran off – it was almost a scamper, really. That was the person who had started this investigation. Chrysoara mentally berated himself as he stood in the nothingness that followed shock such as that. His shoulder throbbing was the only thing he felt as his brain slogged behind. He had just missed an opportunity to talk with the only person on this island they knew was on their side. Well, maybe it was a good thing. Even the one who called this investigation in was unlikely to take kindly to the drugging and capture of one of their own order.

Chrysoara stood there as his shoulder throbbed until his commander broke the silence with a joke. Wait, a date? She couldn’t be serious…could she? Chrysoara had never been on a date before! Did he need to wear a suit?

No.

No.

No. Get ahold of yourself Chrysoara Fusce. You are a marine and are here to do a job. You will wear this armor to that meeting and make your intentions known. This is business. Never will you mix business and pleasure. Chrysoara thought as he steeled himself. The marine began to walk behind – and then surpassing – his commander as they walked. It took him a second to realize that he never responded to her comment. “That was Decca Pelson, Commander. She is the Priestess who called this investigation in to the higher ups. If anyone has any information to give us on this investigation, then it will be her. At the very least, she should be trustworthy.”

After making his reply, Chrysoara would lead Scarlett back to his unusual looking ship. He was slightly ashamed of himself for arriving in a very untraditional marine vessel. “Ma’am. I’m sorry my ship is not the traditional marine vessel, but it was all I could secure on short notice.”

The ship that Chrysoara led them to was longer and more narrow than the usual ship. Instead of wood, the sides had a reflective mirror-like surface that made one think they were looking into the ocean itself. Beneath it, were tendrils which helped it move and looked like jellyfish tentacles. “Commander Scarlett, welcome to the Medusazoa.”
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"I see I see. Well, unless it's a double bluff, at least we know we have a few people to trust. But uh... Don't think about that too much. I'm sure it will be a very romantic meal with only the finest wine. Can... Can they even drink wine?"

She decided to push on with this teasing, just a little bit. Not to bully Chrys, but simply because there was something genuinely cute about him being invited there for a nice chat. Though she had to admit, she was beginning to feel weird about the man. He was acting as her shield and the confident one of the group, which made him feel kind of like a parent, but at the same time with his lower ranking and him constantly being all formal and stuff, it made her feel like the parent. It was very odd, but she supposed it was understandable and she couldn't blame him for it.

Eventually the duo arrived at the ship, the Medusazoa as he called it. The reflective panels on the side were interesting indeed, a unique aesthetic for a ship she had to admit. They naturally drew her eyes down, where she was sure in the dark waters below she could see soft movements of sort. A... Unique ship, fairly cool actually, but one Chrys was apologising about. She smiled a little bit, finally plying back her hood and allowing a frizz of pink hair to pop out with it. Without saying anything just yet, she stepped up to the ship and laid the unconscious man against the side for now. From there, she then took another quick look around. It was nice, a pleasant change of pace from the typical marine vessels she was oh so used to.

"I can't say I've ever seen ships like this before. It's nice."

Her focus shifted from the unconscious man and the ship itself back to Chrys. Now that she was away from immediate danger she felt a little more comfortable, although there was something preventing her from feeling completely comfortable. Number one, her weapons. Number two was her jacket, which although wasn't required and she didn't even like that much, seemed to encourage people to avoid her which often helped with the whole dangerous people thing. She felt a bit bad for leaving Nero Mur to his own devices, and with a strangely scary rock, but once they sorted all of this out she was sure he'd understand. And if not... Well, she'd feel bad about it, but at the end of the day she was doing her job.

"By the way, could I get my stuff back. 'Specially my rifle, the thing is weirdly comforting. Like... Almost like wearing armour I guess, though my trust in it is probably a little too great"
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Chrysoara heard his Commander’s teasing but chose to ignore it. He couldn’t exactly reprimand a superior officer. Though, Chrysoara did wonder how such a young girl came to her rank so quickly. She must be exceptionally capable. When she mentioned her rifle, Chrysoara smiled a tad – though she couldn’t see it through the armor. He had forgotten that he was wearing the rifle, to be honest. He reached up with his good arm and grabbed the rifle, proffering it out to his commander. His injured shoulder throbbed with each second – so he avoided moving that one.

“Sorry about the strap. I had to loosen it to wear it with this armor.” Chrysoara said, thinking hard.

Chrysoara almost ended the sentence with ma’am but managed to stop himself for once. He knew that Commander Scarlett disliked the formalities. It was just difficult to get into not using them. He needed to be on her good side right now, too. After-all, her jacket was currently being used as a bandage for his wound. Once all the equipment except for the jaclet was handed back to his superior, Chrysoara would lead the way onto the ship.

As they walked, Chrysoara swallowed hard.The gangway was rather ordinary, but it led to a door in the side of the ship. The inside of the ship wasn’t very impressive. It looked rather like any other wooden ship would – except for the giant fishtank in one corner of it. If one looked closely, they could see what appeared to be a bed made within the water. Chrysoara slept in there – of course. In the middle of the large room, there was a ladder that led upwards. That ladder would lead to the top of the ship where the steering wheel (or whatever they were called – Chrysoara’s head was pounding from the constant pain in his arm and he was having trouble recalling things). Around that ladder there were some chairs and a couch. While rarely used, Chrysoara clearly thought that any crew members would want to be near the way up to steer or look outside. “You can set him down over there, Ma’am. Oh, also, I'm afraid that your jacket is currently being used as a bandage for my wound”
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"No worries"

She replied, taking her rifle and instantly beginning working with the strap. She was very much aware of the length it was usually at, so after a few moments of pulling at different parts of the strap eventually she had it sat comfortably on her back again. She then took her sabre, strapping it to he waist, taking a little longer this time to get it perfect. However once she had, she felt well equipped once again. Picking up the unconscious priest yet again, Scarlett dragged him onto the ship, dumping him down where she'd been suggested to. Upon hearing about Chrys' makeshift bandage she smirked a little.

"It's fine, it's like the third one they've given me. I lost the first two. I wonder what happened to them... Anyway, let's have a look at that wound"

She allowed the man some space to remove the armour, flinging her own new clothing off, that being the robe. It became a crumbled mess on the floor, but she didn't pay that might mind. It was fairly warm on this island and she'd been beginning to feel a little stuffy in it. Her dark clothing underneath wasn't the wisest of choices, but that was fine. Retreiving the gun from her pocket, she places it back in its proper holster, finalising her typical setup. It was only then that it occured to her that removing a large suit of armour wasn't pamrticularly easy with one arm.

"Do... You need any help with that?"

The idea of helping him undress was... Well it was present in her mind, but he did wear clothing underneath it so it wasn't all that bad, and it wasn't like she hadn't just flung her robe off a moment ago. Whilst she waited for a reply she took a moment to glance around, noticing a weird water feature of sorts at one end of the room. It seemed... Unique, though she couldn't quite tell why. Maybe it was because there was only one thing in it, as opposed to your normal fish tank filled with coral. Once she finally figured out what it was however, it all made a lot more sense. If help was requested, she'd help her fellow marine with his armour, and if not she'd begin to think on how she would help with his wound.
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Chrysoara breathed a sigh of relief – his chest rising and falling with the action, though that was probably not able to be seen through the metal armor. Chrysoara maneuvered himself until he was by the chair and began to reach around in an attempt to remove the armor. It was much more difficult taking it off than it had been putting it on. He managed to grab his helmet with his good hand and take it off, placing the helmet on the chair behind him. Chrysoara felt drops of sweat drip from the helmet onto his head as it ripped off.

“It feels so much better without that helmet on.” Chrysoara mused as he thought about his Commander’s question. He may need help with the breastplate, though they were easier to put on and take off than they looked. They were made of multiple pieces of metal, which were fastened together with leather straps. Chrysoara began to fumble with the straps on the side of his bad arm. He could reach them with his good arm easily, but it was still difficult not being able to see them. He would get used to it in time, though. “Okay, uh…maybe I do need some help.”

Chrysoara managed to convince himself not to use the word Ma’am, though it was largely due to him trying to reach over and undo the other side with his injured arm. The jolt of pain threw all thoughts of respect out the window when he asked the question. As his commander came over to help, Chrysoara thought about the question he had meant to ask as soon as he arrived. The transfer. He hadn’t brought it up. Well, now would be as good a time as any, since they were just getting comfortable while they waited for the priest to wake up.

“Ma’am, I enjoy working with you; however, once this mission is done could I request a transfer to Nemea? I have some friends who travelled with me for some time who are currently stationed there. I worry about their safety.”
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As Chrys called for help, Scarlett wandered over to him. She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing when it came to armour, but she imagined it was basically the same as any other type of clothing, just with a whole lot more metal involved. Maybe like the strap she used for her rifle, or maybe it was closer to the sort of thing you'd find on some specific clothing. Once she was stood by the man she began inspecting it, eventually finding some straps and beginning to loosen them as gently as she could. Whilst she usually wasn't a particularly delicate person, she knew if she was too rough it'd just cause unnecessary pain. As she worked she thought about the question she'd been presented.

"A transfer to Nemea? Isn't that a type of... Never mind. That should be fine, I'll speak to our superiors and see what they say. It shouldn't be too much of a hassle, and besides after this I'd say we're both due to be taken a bit more seriously. Or, at least you are. I doubt they'll take too kindly to a marine scaring a bunch of priests into thinking a Satan Rock just appeared in their building or whatever, but I'll see what I can do"

She chuckled a little at the thought, not all too bothered by the consequences. She was getting the job done after all, and whilst her methods weren't as amazing as others, she'd been called here to do the job so it was none of their business to compare. If they wanted it done differently they should call someone else in. That said she was thankful for the opportunity to take part in a major investigation, though had been disappointed by the simplicity so far. She'd not even had a chance to use her magnifying glass.

"There you are"

She finally said as she undid the last strap to his chestplate. Slowly she plied it away from his torso as to limit the pain it would cause him, before eventually lifting it away and placing it on the ground. Once that was done she began to understand the severity of the wound. Her once jacket was now a fitting red in colour, and whilst the bleeding appeared to have paused, some proper treatment was in order. Unfortunately, she was no doctor. She scanned the nearby vicinity, before finally asking:

"Have you got a medical kit somewhere around here? Bandages, antiseptic, that sort of thing? Even just some alcohol and cloth will probably do. Or... At least I think that's right"

She was mostly clueless, apart from a few basics which she could remember from her youth. Her father had known a lot of things, which made her curious quite when he'd learnt most of it. After all, he was the type of idiot to gamble away a family name. They didn't speak of that incident very much though... Maybe it would be a good idea to put the investigation on hold until they had Chrys' arm a little better fixed up though. Walking around with that sort of injury, even if caused by something small, was not something to be taken lightly.
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“Thank you, Ma’am. We did what we had to for the mission with that rock.” Chrysoara said as the chestplate was slid off. He was thankful that she managed to do it without agitating the wound overly much. It was painful as it was – even if he was beginning to get used to the dull ache; he didn’t think he would ever get used to the random stabs of pain that sometimes accompanied it. As Scarlett began to examine his wound, Chrysoara leaned down and undid the straps on his legs with his good hand. He could get out of them on his own. He placed the last of the armor in the chair – where it all lay in a neat little pile – and examined himself. His gi was drenched in sweat from the armor. Apparently wearing warm clothing underneath armor wasn’t a great idea. He would have to change into something a little more comfortable before he put the armor back on.

“I bought this ship on the way to the island and didn’t stop for very many supplies, Ma’am. Whatever we have would be in those barrels over there.” Chrysoara pointed towards a corner of the ship near his tank. There were three barrels over there. Chrysoara hadn’t properly identified their contents – it was difficult to run a ship by oneself, after-all. He had a strong suspicion that one of the barrels at least contained alcohol. The other two were complete mysteries to him, “Though, I do have to wonder how long this guy is going to stay asleep. What exactly happened to him again? You said he drugged himself?”

Chrysoara looked at the priest as he lay on the couch. He didn’t seem overly dangerous – though he was sleeping now. Perhaps he would act like a ruthless killer the moment he woke up? No matter, first Chrysoara needed to remove the jacket from his arm. The blood had dried and caked around it, so Chrysoara peeled it off carefully. He was fine with breaking blood off it; he didn’t want to pull any dried blood off the wound that may be helping to seal it, though.

Once the jacket was removed, Chrysoara looked at his shoulder. It wasn’t a pretty wound. The dried blood had appeared to seal it momentarily – but he had lost more blood than he had realized if the jacket was anything to go by. Chrysoara didn’t know much about wounds, but he figured that there would be two concerns now. He needed to make sure that it wouldn’t get infected and he needed to make sure that it healed properly so that he could maintain full usage of his arm.
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Scarlett remained quiet as she took a closer look at the injury. It wouldn't be worth removing the makeshift bandage until they had a replacement. She listened with entertainment as Chrys pointed out that the Satan Rock had been important, and to a degree she could agree, but there was probably another way to go about things. She sighed as she concluded that the injury was in fact bad, one which a little bit of wrapping up probably wouldn't fix all too well. Still, it was worth and shot and so she wandered over towards the barrels and looked inside.

"Hmm..."

She looked inside. Potatoes and carrots weren't going to be particularly handy, so that was that barrel out of the question. She then shifted her weight over to the next one, dangling her torso inside the next to have a look around. Interestingly, this one contained various bottles of alcohol. That helped, Chrys could drink it and then he'd feel less pain, and it was meant to work as an... Uh, what was the word? It cleaned things. A wave of childish temptation took hold of her as she wondered if she should have a drink of it, but she quickly opted not to. She didn't really like alcohol much, and it was more the concept of getting drunk which entertained her. Finally she decided to take a look inside the third barrel.

"Well, that might work"

Inside were various pieces of clothing, which when she plucked out the piece on top, instantly told her these were not for Chrys. They were too small and... Feminine. Chances are, the people making the ship had just dumped in a few supplies of clothing which could double up as spare cloth. She shrugged and plucked out a decently sized black t-shirt, and another white one, wandering back over to the injured marine with a little spring in her step, after grabbing some alcohol. Kneeling down besides the man, she slowly began to undo the makeshift bandage, a little depressed that she'd need to file for yet another coat. Slowly it came off, though it looked painful, and the amount of blood couldn't have been all too healthy.

"This will sting, but it's the best makeshift fix I can do"

She said. She'd get to the explanation with the unconscious guy in a moment. Unscrewing the cap to the alcohol, she read the label to double check. There weren't any warning signs so... Slowly she began to trickle it down onto the white t-shirt, before then ever so gently running it across his wound and bloodied skin to help clean it up, repeating the process across multiple parts of the t-shirt whenever the current bit got too dirty. As she did so she began to explain what had happened in a little more detail.

"He had some sort of needle, tried to stab me with it but missed. Then when trying to run, he tripped and managed to impale himself on it at the neck. I imagine it'll be a little while longer before he stirs, he seemed fairly confident it'd knock me out, and he went out near instantly"

Once the cleaning was done, she reached for the black t-shirt and began to wrap it around the man's arm. She made sure it was tight enough to prevent further bleeding but not tight enough to cause any further harm, and hopefully this would reduce the pain too. Once she was happy with her work, she finally sat back and sighed. It was stressful work. She could never be a doctor, partially because she wasn't even sure if she'd helped or hindered him here. Looking at the half empty bottle, the thought things over for a moment, before holding it out to Chrys.

"This will help with the pain too. Don't worry, I give you permission as your superior or whatever. You don't have to, but it might help take the edge off a little"
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Chrysoara waited for Commander Scarlett to return with the supplies. He wasn’t sure what she would find, as he had not properly looked through the barrels. Thinking about it, that was probably a bad idea. He could have been transporting illegal goods and not have known it. That would make for an interesting situation if he had been and his commander had discovered it.

As she began to make her way back – with her hair pink hair tussled and frazzled from the day’s events – Chrysoara couldn’t help but think that she was attractive. She was probably his own age… No! Chrysoara stopped that thought process immediately. She was his superior. He wasn’t exactly sure why, but Chrys was beginning to think that he had a thing for unavailable women. Not that they were unavailable, strictly speaking, but more that being with them would be taboo in some regard. He had found Sasa Dion attractive as well, and he still beat himself up over that. He had seen the look on Ceu’s face. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks just thinking about the embarrassment he had felt at the time.

In Scarlett’s hand, was a bottle of alcohol. Chrysoara had never really drunk any before, though he was curious what it would feel like to get drunk. He heard many stories as he travelled as a merchant. It had sounded like a fun time.

Chrysoara promptly changed his mind when the alcohol touched his wound. Why did it burn so much! He tried to focus on Commander Scarlett’s words as she worked the wound. It was difficult, but he managed. Eventually, though she held the bottle out to him.

Chrysoara hesitated. He was technically on duty. The wound ached. It stung. It felt like someone had stabbed it. Chrysoara grabbed the bottle from Scarlett’s hand and began to chug.

He felt strangely lightheaded as he slammed the bottle down. "We should.... tie him up, Ma'am." Chrysoara said in a slightly slurred speech. Alcohol was funny.

Chrysoara didn't wait for a response. He turned to go get a rope before promptly stumbling into the chair with his armor. Correcting himself, Chrysoara stumbled across the ship until he found a spare rope on the ground. He carried it back and began to fumble with tying it around the priest.

Eventually, Chrysoara stood up - throwing his arms in the air in excitement. It was then that he looked down and realized that he tied the rope around the man's stomach - but neglected to make sure the arms were tied up with it.
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