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[byallmeans]

Who: Whoever's passing by
When: Day 34, getting on toward night
Where: Just outside Apartment O
What: Lots of blood :|a

[A kid in yellow who's looking a bit unsteady on his feet has managed to rig a smallish lizagon to hang mostly upside-down from the top of their open door. He's bleeding it out into a cookpot, and by this point, he's leaning pretty heavily on the wall.]

Comments

[theshadowturnedhero]

Well, all right.

How are yer injuries doing?

[byallmeans]

Mostly taken care of. A few of my teammates can heal.

[He still looks like hell, but it is mostly just the poison + magical exhaustion now. :|b]

[theshadowturnedhero]

...huh. Still look like a mess.

Ya really do like pushing yourself, whether or not it's in yer limits.

[byallmeans]

Does it matter? I can pull it off. That's the important part.

[theshadowturnedhero]

Except stuff like wear and tear on yer body is cumulative. Eventually 'I can just barely pull if off' will mean yer body just gives out suddenly.

[byallmeans]

It's not like I do this every day.

[theshadowturnedhero]

You still go out a lot.

And still have a human body.

[byallmeans]

Most of the time, I bring it back in one piece.

[theshadowturnedhero]

Cumulative, remember?

[byallmeans]

It's not like I never rest.

[theshadowturnedhero]

Sometimes I wonder.

[byallmeans]

Don't you have anything better to think about in your spare time?

[theshadowturnedhero]

Not really, no. Heck, it's only been the past few days where I haven't had way to much free time.

[byallmeans]

Then find something productive to do with it.

[theshadowturnedhero]

I would think showing concern for the behavior of people you like would be productive.