[ laurent you princely dumbass which one of you is wearing futuristic armor!!! it's buried under the ninth robes, but it's a damn sight more protective than veretian silk and leather and endless corset ties.
he's already moving before she can object to the shoving (rude, by the way), gawping after him as he easily outdistances her. ]
Excuse you, your Highnessness. I guess I'll take the rear, [ she says to nobody, indignant, and charges after him.
since he's so helpfully providing the distraction, gideon does not get bitten by anything four-legged and oozing, and she looms out of the fog in time to see him nearly get his arm chewed off. now that's gonna be all over her stoop, great. ]
Alright alright in you get, Prince Sacrifice.
[ she didn't lock the door for this specific reason, in case she needed to get back inside in a hurry, and shoves it open just wide enough to admit the two of them. the door doesn't even open all the way, thanks to the bookcase she'd preemptively set up as a barricade. locks are not to be trusted. heavy furniture is always better.
the inside of the apartment looks like the lair of a doomsday prepper already, with boards across the windows and heavy curtains muffling the light. bright sunlight is still her nemesis, and she can see just fine in the indoor twilight. ]
Get your sleeve off, get all the fabric out of the wound, [ she barks at him, going immediately for the kitchen. ] I've got to boil some water. You're likely to go into shock. You feel cold?
[ has gideon had medical training? no, aside from a couple lectures she'd endured about cavalier responsibilities in all situations. but she has read a metric fuckton of comics and romance novels about a necro and her cav getting stranded on some alien planet, alone together without medical infrastructure. who knew that shit would come in handy some day. ]
no subject
he's already moving before she can object to the shoving (rude, by the way), gawping after him as he easily outdistances her. ]
Excuse you, your Highnessness. I guess I'll take the rear, [ she says to nobody, indignant, and charges after him.
since he's so helpfully providing the distraction, gideon does not get bitten by anything four-legged and oozing, and she looms out of the fog in time to see him nearly get his arm chewed off. now that's gonna be all over her stoop, great. ]
Alright alright in you get, Prince Sacrifice.
[ she didn't lock the door for this specific reason, in case she needed to get back inside in a hurry, and shoves it open just wide enough to admit the two of them. the door doesn't even open all the way, thanks to the bookcase she'd preemptively set up as a barricade. locks are not to be trusted. heavy furniture is always better.
the inside of the apartment looks like the lair of a doomsday prepper already, with boards across the windows and heavy curtains muffling the light. bright sunlight is still her nemesis, and she can see just fine in the indoor twilight. ]
Get your sleeve off, get all the fabric out of the wound, [ she barks at him, going immediately for the kitchen. ] I've got to boil some water. You're likely to go into shock. You feel cold?
[ has gideon had medical training? no, aside from a couple lectures she'd endured about cavalier responsibilities in all situations. but she has read a metric fuckton of comics and romance novels about a necro and her cav getting stranded on some alien planet, alone together without medical infrastructure. who knew that shit would come in handy some day. ]