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

[spelunky]

Yeah! I mean, who else is going to reach all the stuff on the high shelves for me?

[dualbladepaladin]

[DEFLATED]

... yes. Of course.

[spelunky]

[Completely oblivious.]

So c'mon, let's go!

[dualbladepaladin]

Alright, alright, I'll come with you. There's no need to drag me along.

[spelunky]

[Okay, she'll let go now then and walk beside him instead.]

I'm glad you changed your mind, Little Bro. I was totally worried for a second there!

[dualbladepaladin]

Well... you certainly have a way with being persuasive...

[by getting my hopes up and dashing my dreams on the rocks like so many broken waves of-- oh, sorry, what was I saying?]

And I suppose sharing a room isn't... that terrible of an idea. It can't be much different than living in military barracks.

[spelunky]

[Doesn't she though? Now she can use all of that storage space without a problem!

But hey, if it's any consolation, Little Bro, at least she was worried! That's a rare occurrence for her.]

We can totally share the same bed and everything. It's definitely big enough!

[dualbladepaladin]

[That is a bit of a consolation at least. And probably all he's going to get at the moment.]

Why can't we get separate beds?

[You cast in your sleep, Pascal. Dx]

[spelunky]

[And she snores, too! c:]

But Little Bro, don'tcha wanna sleep with me?

[She's like a cuddly teddy bear!]

[dualbladepaladin]

[With teeth. And spell casting claws.]

I'm not entirely sure that's the most comfortable option, that's all.

[spelunky]

I've slept in worse places!

[Like her own room, for one.]

[dualbladepaladin]

[That isn't the issue here, Pascal!]

You may have, but I can't say I share the sentiment.

[spelunky]

Well, you know what they say – there's always a first time for everything!

[On the bright side, Cheria's been helping her keep her new room clean...er.



Yeah... let's leave it at that.]

[dualbladepaladin]

[He still fears for his life. And his health. If anything in there molds, grows sentience and starts talking, he's out.]

... I can't argue with that.

[spelunky]

[But it's for greater science! You can share a room with Fungy, right?]

That's the spirit, Little Bro!

[She finally comes to a halt in front of a cozy little house.]

Aaand here we are!

[dualbladepaladin]

[... Hubert's life is suffering.]

Hmn.

[He looks at the house, making a strange face. It's not... bad, but certainly not something he's used to living in. Cozy is right, though.]

It would be safe to assume that this is Cheria's work. It's... livable.

[spelunky]

[Were you saying something, Little Bro? 'coz Pascal's already made her way inside to tell everyone the great news of his arrival!]