Won't anyone come and soothe my pain?

[dualbladepaladin]

Who: Hubert Ozwell, OPEN
Where: Plaza
When: Late afternoon
Style: Fine with anything
Status: Open

Another new arrival, another person waterlogged in the plaza. Today it's a young man, no older than seventeen or eighteen, in a heavy uniform of some sort that might actually be familiar to a few people in Vatheon. There's a pair of glasses near by, having fallen off his face at some point, and a very large double-bladed staff weapon under his right hand as if he'd been holding on to it moments before.

There's a small problem, though.

He's unconscious. And not moving.

What do, Vatheonites?

Comments

/RESCUES!

[dualbladepaladin]

They're here as well?

MAH HEROOoooooooooooo

[lucentpalisade]

Yes. Pascal were here longer, but Cheria and I were here at the same time.

Yay!

[dualbladepaladin]

I see... And what of Asbel, or Captain Malik?

YOU MADE THE FLOWER SAD.

[lucentpalisade]

... [ She shakes her head slowly. ]

They aren't here yet.

nooooo

[dualbladepaladin]

... I see.

ALL THE :('s

[lucentpalisade]

But you're here, and Cheria's here. They'll be here too.

I will hug you and make it better!

[dualbladepaladin]

Well, I suppose it's only a matter of time. Cheria does often say that Asbel is perpetually late.

YAY!

[lucentpalisade]

[ She smiles at that. It's true, Cheria DOES say that. ]

Then when he gets here, we'll tell him so. [ He shouldn't make his family (future and otherwise) worry! ]

<3!

[dualbladepaladin]

[Hubert actually smirks a bit in return.]

We'll just have to scold him properly then.