caughtinanetwork | 23 ♐ Video ♐ Casually ignore wound

[See Darkleer. See Darkleer without his glasses for once and his hair pulled back into a thick braid! See Darkleer also kind of bleeding somewhat from the arm.]

[Yeah that might be a problem. It seems he's on the beach and dress appropriately for the location, if not the weather. Tight swimming trunks cling to his legs, and what appears to be the bite mark of a shark is on one muscular arm. He doesn't seem much bothered by it- in fact, there's just the occasional wince as he pulls a tooth out. Just one more scar to add to what seems like a collection of them. Also noticeable would be a pendant that seems to be hanging around his throat... Hm.]

I've been meaning to ask this, but my schedule has been rather full up until now.

[Translation: I've been focusing on all my robots like a workaholic freak and trying to hide from weird romance problems.]

However, right now I have a bit of time while I'm working on something on the island. [In the water, more correctly, but details.] Would anyone be interested in learning basic medical skills? For example, how to assist someone who has drowned or how to stop a wound from bleeding.

It's better off to leave complete treatment to a more professional individual, such as our... esteemed head nurse, but skills such as these can help keep a situation from getting worse.

[There's a pause as he inspects his arm, now devoid of any shark teeth. Something seems to just *pop* out from his sylladex and he puts the modified omni-tool onto his good wrist. Don't mind him as he holds it over the bleeding wound and... wow that sure is some automatic healing going on. Technology is great, he loves technology.]

I will be on the island all day so feel free to simply locate me if you are interested. Speaking of the island... [A slight frown.] The pollen up here seems less severe than that down in the city.

Curious.

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A variety of things. I've made robotic prosthetics, robots, jewelery, et cetera... I had quite a bit of spare time, you see.

[Exile and hermit nature does that to a guy.]

If it is at all possible for you to create one for me as well? I would like to have something similar to that as well. It looks quite useful!

That's because it is. I don't have any qualms against it, although I would appreciate something in return. It doesn't have to be now, of course, although learning about other worlds is always fascinating.

[Always good to have favors in stock.]

It sounds fair enough a favor for a favor. If you want to know about my world then I can teach you a few things about my work. I am an exorcist- that means I am one of the few that knows how to get rid of demons.

Wonderful. It will take me a bit of time to replicate it- the shop which sold the standard parts is no longer in the Nostalgia Quarter, so I will have to improvise. I will contact you when it's done.

Thank you so much! Whenever you wish to learn about my brand of exorcism just send me a txt and I will try my best to get ahold of you as soon as possible.

I will be sure to. For now, I'll concentrate on finishing the omni-tool.

Very well, Mister. Then I shall join you up there, Would not want you getting into any further fistfights with seabeasts, now would we?

[The tone was playful. Soon she was off and the sound of movement came from her SFC. Then the sound of clanking of glass and ceramic. She was up to something in the kitchen.]

Yes, this is true.

[a pause. Just what is up with those sounds...? He actually asks a moment later.]

What are those noises?

[Oh, how he hopes Plushrump is one of those unique things.]

I'm guessin' the world you're from is pretty different from Earth?

[Bro stop being weird.]

Yes. Alternia. A very.... different culture from that of humans, I've learned.

[Hey now. Plushrump is his own personal empire. If it exists in some other world, that means someone who isn't him is running it. Unless it's an alternate version of himself- then he might be able to make peace with it.]

Is it just you trolls running the world, or are there other species with their own cultures?

...There are other species with their own cultures on other planets that we have encountered, yes.

[Y e a h ...]

[Huh...]

So you went to other worlds inside your own universe?

Yes. Our ships were rather advanced, and we have a rather large population.

[Because like rabbits. It is very easy to die on Alternia, so you need a lot of trolls.]

A hundred times in only a minute?!

[That's impossible! A hundred is too much! Darkleer must be trying to make a joke.]

Stop messing with me!

[Okay, that earns a light chuckle.]

Alright, how about you just go as fast as you can, and I'll time you? We'll see how much you can do in a minute.

[Sola makes a face at Darkleer, but replaces his hands as shown on the dummy. He proceeds to press down very quickly and sloppily, trying to count out loud as he goes but the presses definitely don't go with the numbers and he gets mixed up in the teens. Seriously, why can't it be oneteen, twoteen, threeteen...]

[To try and make the awkward less noticeable, he waits a moment before interrupting.]

Do you need assistance, Sola?

That's pretty rad. In my own world, we can't get manned ships much further than the moon.

[He gives up on watching the dog and pushes himself to his feet again, placing both hands against the small of his back as he stretches himself a little.]

I've read about it. It's been no doubt centuries since Alternia was on that level..

[The robodog narrows its glowing blue eyes as Bro stands up. Yeah, that's right, you back away.]

No, I can-!

[...okay no he can't. With a heavy sigh Sola sits back on his knees and looks somewhat forlorn.]

...I kinda lied. I can't count that good.

[Darkleer kneels down besides Sola and pats his shoulder.]

It's alright. Everyone starts somewhere, Sola. Even I did, although it was a very long time ago.

But I should be able to do something so easy like counting! I mean, everyone can count but it's hard for me because the tens don't make sense and there's too many numbers but everyone else can do it.

[The hand on his shoulder tightens just a little in a reassuring squeeze.]

Do you want to know a secret, Sola?

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