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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92012-03-16 04:21 pm

Buy a Little Mercy [Open; Potentially Graphic Material]

Less than an hour after the ship leaves Agrestic's orbit, an announcement is broadcast throughout Stacy.

|| Attention, crew. Your crewmates, Howard Bassem and Charles Merriman, have been apprehended attempting to desert. They will now be given Punishment. According to established guidelines, you are all requested to report to the Observation to witness the Punishment. Attendance is not mandatory, but highly suggested. This will serve as a reminder of the consequences of treason and desertion. ||

On the observation deck, Archon Yavek, Archite Rekkti, two other Daligig and a handful of Kessek soldiers stand outside a spherical force field. Inside the bubble, Orc and Howard are suspended by tentacles looping around their wrists. Orc's ceased thrashing around and struggling against his restraints; rust-colored fissures have developed around his shoulders and forearms from the strain, but now he simply hangs there, looking defeated. Howard's nose is bleeding, and every time a drop falls to the bottom of the forcefield there's a small sizzle. He's weeping and begging the Daligig with every plea possible, but they act as if they aren't listening. Instead, they wait for an audience.
iselldrugstothecommunity: (Sad - Uncertain)

Re: AFTERMATH

[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2012-03-19 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Howard gets them down to hydroponics. It's the best place he can think of right now. If they go to the Warehouse or the Inn, someone might try to find them and make sure they're alright, and well-intentioned as that might be, it's not what they need right now.

He leaves Orc by the beer tree with a fresh beer in hand, leaves, and then returns with his medical kit. He's holding a gauze pad to his bloody lip.

"Let me take a look at those strains."
paidinbeer: (Orc is tired of your bullshit)

Re: AFTERMATH

[personal profile] paidinbeer 2012-03-20 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Orc shrugged not caring one way or the other. He had had at least three beers in the space of time that Howard had been gone and was working on his fourth, deep in thought. Then again this is Orc so deep in thought for him is still pretty shallow for others.

iselldrugstothecommunity: (Sad - Uncertain)

Re: AFTERMATH

[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2012-03-20 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not as if Howard knows how to heal rock. The most he can do is rub a little alcohol on them and hope they go away on their own. "Do they hurt?"

But Orc's on his way to oblivion now and if Howard's being honest, it's not a terrible idea. Not that he's going to get drunk, but...he rests his head on Orc's stomach for a moment.
paidinbeer: (Orc is tired of your bullshit)

Re: AFTERMATH

[personal profile] paidinbeer 2012-03-22 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm OK." He lied. At least physically he was OK. So nothing out of the ordinary by him.

Howard resting his head there seemed weird to him, but he was past caring about so much already. Howard's weird need for physical contact. It wasn't bothering him in particular so he allowed it. Each heavy breath making his rough rock covered stomach rise and fall.
iselldrugstothecommunity: (Sad - Hugs)

Re: AFTERMATH

[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2012-03-22 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay." Howard closes his eyes. "Then just get some rest."

He wants to shut the whole world out. There's too much going on his head, enough that it's just a big blur of fear and anger, and it's sucked the energy from his bones like a vampire. He needs to shut it down, and that doesn't leave space for worrying if Orc cares that he uses him as a pillow.

He's out like a light.