06-26-2017, 05:30 PM
Dust let Gildarts do the navigating while he took point, and they both left Illidan to take care of any common trash that thought they'd get the jump on the shirtless men. Instead of silence though, he made sure to keep in touch with the red-haired man about the direction in which way to go. He even stopped at one point after they came close to the same safehouse they'd eaten at earlier.
"It won't save us to go in, our collars have already reset." Dust reminded them, ready to argue against it.
But Gildarts shook his head and pointed to a place on the map. "I was just taking the most familiar route to this point." He suggested some wisdom at the two began to show teamwork potential.
It was hard to ease into a relationship after following them for the better part of a day's quarter, but luckily for them, Dusty specilized in flexible plans and adapting to unknown situations. He was good at calculating risks, and even if it could be considered a bad idea to pass a bit of small talk for hours to get to know each other a more personal level the game wasn't going to stop for bonding. They would work it in on the way there.
After a long while of staring at the tablet, Gildarts would look up to find the man missing.
Dust cut the light so he didn't attract attention as he moved behind some brush. Now he regrets not stopping at the safehouse, it probably had a bathroom to use, but before he pissed himself he marked a tree as far out of sight as he could but without loosing scent of his friends.
His attempts to be sanitary on an island weren't quite in vein, but there was little he could do other than using the collection of rain water in the trees and leaves. But when he felt safe about reaching into his bag once more, he pulled out the jar of magic healing he'd snatched before the game for a decent price. He stared at the plain label and tried to decide when was the best time to do this...
He didn't consider himself that damage, despite the blue, purple, yellow, and brown in his one cheek. Which pained him a considerable amount he just didn't want them to see it so he grinned through it. Literally. He couldn't help but think Dawn would warn him to wait, inside he would agree with her. But now that he was walking around with The Strongest Prime and eventually would be targeted because of it, he felt it was now a good time. As well... He had no idea when Karl would strike, but surely it was only in his best interest to be primped and primed for the calleseum he'd endure soon enough.
He wondered if they were okay.. Did he do the right thing? Leaving Dawn behind?
Wolf decided in the end that he would never know what the right answer was and he should take what advantage some spare time to himself gave him and just swallow the pill. Or.. The gel. Or whatever it was that this stuff was meant for. He red the label again and began to adminastrate the doses where it would be more helful. Which mean cold gel in the sensitve area between his legs, on the various parts of his body Bendy grazed with his tail, but he refused to heal the bruise. After taking the stock of his resources he began to make his way back to his friends.
When he got close he noticed they were talking. Coming in just in time to hear Illidan compare him to a mutt, not at all in a way that Drake would have, and Gildarts immediately slapping a band-aid on it by suggesting they go find him. Dust worried he had put a rift between the two, or at least enlarged an already formed fissure in this tentive friendship. He stood at the tree lines to let them talk it out, listening in and letting it decide his choices.
Suddenly Gildart's spacing out and almost lost face made more sense when he revealed he was being haunted by something. Someone. Crickets were chirping leaving the subject hanging in the air a long time. They would hear the slender tree russleing as his heavy weight lifted from it and then he gave it a playful shake before appearing while clicking the light back. "There you are guys!" He said with a laugh as if he didn't hear a thing.
"It won't save us to go in, our collars have already reset." Dust reminded them, ready to argue against it.
But Gildarts shook his head and pointed to a place on the map. "I was just taking the most familiar route to this point." He suggested some wisdom at the two began to show teamwork potential.
It was hard to ease into a relationship after following them for the better part of a day's quarter, but luckily for them, Dusty specilized in flexible plans and adapting to unknown situations. He was good at calculating risks, and even if it could be considered a bad idea to pass a bit of small talk for hours to get to know each other a more personal level the game wasn't going to stop for bonding. They would work it in on the way there.
After a long while of staring at the tablet, Gildarts would look up to find the man missing.
Dust cut the light so he didn't attract attention as he moved behind some brush. Now he regrets not stopping at the safehouse, it probably had a bathroom to use, but before he pissed himself he marked a tree as far out of sight as he could but without loosing scent of his friends.
His attempts to be sanitary on an island weren't quite in vein, but there was little he could do other than using the collection of rain water in the trees and leaves. But when he felt safe about reaching into his bag once more, he pulled out the jar of magic healing he'd snatched before the game for a decent price. He stared at the plain label and tried to decide when was the best time to do this...
He didn't consider himself that damage, despite the blue, purple, yellow, and brown in his one cheek. Which pained him a considerable amount he just didn't want them to see it so he grinned through it. Literally. He couldn't help but think Dawn would warn him to wait, inside he would agree with her. But now that he was walking around with The Strongest Prime and eventually would be targeted because of it, he felt it was now a good time. As well... He had no idea when Karl would strike, but surely it was only in his best interest to be primped and primed for the calleseum he'd endure soon enough.
He wondered if they were okay.. Did he do the right thing? Leaving Dawn behind?
Wolf decided in the end that he would never know what the right answer was and he should take what advantage some spare time to himself gave him and just swallow the pill. Or.. The gel. Or whatever it was that this stuff was meant for. He red the label again and began to adminastrate the doses where it would be more helful. Which mean cold gel in the sensitve area between his legs, on the various parts of his body Bendy grazed with his tail, but he refused to heal the bruise. After taking the stock of his resources he began to make his way back to his friends.
When he got close he noticed they were talking. Coming in just in time to hear Illidan compare him to a mutt, not at all in a way that Drake would have, and Gildarts immediately slapping a band-aid on it by suggesting they go find him. Dust worried he had put a rift between the two, or at least enlarged an already formed fissure in this tentive friendship. He stood at the tree lines to let them talk it out, listening in and letting it decide his choices.
Suddenly Gildart's spacing out and almost lost face made more sense when he revealed he was being haunted by something. Someone. Crickets were chirping leaving the subject hanging in the air a long time. They would hear the slender tree russleing as his heavy weight lifted from it and then he gave it a playful shake before appearing while clicking the light back. "There you are guys!" He said with a laugh as if he didn't hear a thing.
Quote:Dust relieved himself on a tree, and healed 3 Points of Damage with 3 Remaining Medi-Gels. He is out of Medi-Gels and only down 3 points.((Totally what one Dawn's punches are worth.))
Karl's Chippendales move in somewhat awkward silence. B13 > B5
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"Centurion: I'll leave you to your work then Dust. Thanks for chatting!
Me: no problem. stay awesome!
Centurion: It's more of a passive ability"