Lacadia (RP)

"No worries, I have mine with me thankfully!" Warren replied with a false sense of cheeriness, really hoping the kid would lighten up soon. He approached the guards, looking back at Eiru to see if he still remained close enough behind him.
"Let me see your passes please!" one of the guards demanded, making Warren a little bit uncomfortable to say the least. Warren eventually handed the guard his pass, motioning to Eiru. "He uh, forgot his pass, but is rather badly injured at the moment and I was hoping perhaps this would be an exception." Warren explained earnestly, just hoping they'd be allowed in to at least go to the hospital.

Eiru watched as the guard opened the gate. The town was bigger than he expected. Looking around, there was no hospital in sight. "See, t-told 'ya. No hospital." Waiting for a reply, Eiru looked down on his shirt. The top half of his shirt was nearly entirely covered with blood. There happened to be several scrapes on his arms as well, probably from when he fell to the ground after smashing his face into the tree. He began to feel more dizzy and more sick. Before the man could reply, Eiru fell to the ground.

(( How much can I hurt my character without them dying???????? we just don't kno ))

Warren had opened his mouth and was just about to speak when Eirus suddenly passed out on him. He cursed loudly, attempting to catch Eirus but unfortunately failing.
"Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t..." he repeatedly cursed under his breath before frantically waving his hands in the air and asking if anyone around them happened to be a doctor of some sort or something.
((how much can jakobus throw up until there's nothing left 2 throw up??????? is there even a limit??? od i know do u know do thye know will any1 ever know??))

Eiru closed his eyes, listening to the man swearing over and over again. He began to fall into a "sleep". He will be okay. Everything will be okay.

Hopefully.


(( Don't worry he'll b ok he won't die))

"F***!" he cursed once more, though it was much more loud this time. He definitely didn't want to witness anybody dying, especially if he would be the one who caused it. He continued yelling for a doctor, when eventually someone approached him and informed him there was a hospital in one of the larger towns nearby, giving him the directions and offering to help take Eiru there.

((sorry if this is filled with typos or something idek anymore))

(( I DOn't know how to reply rn eiru's unconscious))

((we can time skip 2 the hospital if u want or i can just write it out idk its up 2 u fron))

After seeing how Jakobus didn't return for a good amount of time, Iris didn't know whether to feel worried or frustrated. She impatiently strolled over to where they originally landed and saw Jakobus on the floor, liquids surrounding him, that also had a strong and nasty smell.

"Get up, Jakobus. See, this is why drunks shouldn't battle." she told him, rolling her eyes. She plucked Sacha from her collar and placed him on top of his head, making sure not to get her boot in any puke. "I will leave you here if I have to."

Chou was now taking her sight off of Lache and seeing she had been standing there for quite a while. Chou packed up her stuff and hid herself inside the cloak and dissapeared to the tree's.

(( yeah sure let's skip to the hospital friend ,,))

Jakobus was just about to recover before he felt something warm being placed upon the top of his head. He attempted to look up at it, though his attempts were obviously useless as one can't exactly look up at the top of their head, can they? He felt the object moving around on his head, as if it were a sort of small animal and with that last thought he froze completely in the middle of his sloppy attempt to get up off of the floor and out of his vomit. Could it have been...the girl had dropped the rodent on his head, he wondered to himself, his eyes unblinking and wide with fear.
((sorry this sucks ik and i'll do the hospital one in a sec im just still thinking over what exactly 2 wRIte))

"Does your stomach ever empty?" she asked with an attitude. "I would have supposed you'd have some interesting bowel movements by now." Hopefully, Jakobus wouldn't dumb the mouse into the puddle of stomach acid and other...fluids. She was getting goosebumps at the thought, and stepped back even further.

"I would help you up, but I don't want that on me."

Jakobus would have been rolling his eyes and making snarky comments by now had the rodent not still been on his head. He opened his mouth to speak but found nothing would come out and so he just continued to lie there in his own vomit, helpless with Satan's spawn atop of his head. He could feel himself shaking a bit but besides that it was impossible for him to make any movement.
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Warren was near out of breath by the time he had finally, successfully gotten Eiru to the hospital. While Eiru didn't look it, he certainly was a load to carry, especially after a while of having to do it! Warren was panting by the time he reached the front desk of the hospital and, before he even had the chance to speak, the woman at the front desk had signaled a couple of healers (nurses/doctors, basically) to come and take Eiru into a back room which, as Warren was able to see, was filled with many beds, most of them occupied by severely ill or injured people.

Eiru slowly woke up, still quite dizzy. There were many people around him, none of them looked familiar. Except for one. In the corner of his eye, he thought he saw the similar shape of the guy who had nearly killed him earlier. Now that Eiru thought of it, he never got a hold of his name.
He let out a sigh. At least he was alive.

"Get up, numbskull." she demanded. "I would have guessed that the mouse would make you 'live' again, but it looks as if now you are paralyzed. If you refuse to move now, I will leave you here." She had completely lost her patience, but she decided to stay calm as she could, seeing as there was some backwards digestion going on.

Warren made sure to watch over Eiru closely, rarely so much as taking an eye off of the now unconscious boy. It was his fault the kid was in there in the first place and he felt he was at least obligated to help out with making sure the kid was okay, and that did include watching over the kid as he rested to make sure nothing seemed unusual or out of the blue.
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Jakobus managed to make a sort of whimpering noise, feeling as if he was on the verge of fainting, though not out of drunkenness but rather out of his own fear for the creature which was currently nestled upon his head. He tried to focus on what Isis had been saying but, figuring it wasn't going to be helpful in aiding him get the creature off anyway, shifted his full attention back to the rodent. He waited for what felt like hours (to him, anyway) before he felt the creature scamper off of his head and down the neck of his shirt. His already still body seemed to somehow freeze even more, Jakobus not even really blinking anymore. He could feel the creature moving around in his shirt and as much as he wanted to wrestle it off, he was unable to.
The mouse continued to travel through his shirt before coming out of one of the shirt's sleeves and resting on Jakobus' hand, a sight which Jakobus just stared down at in a mixture of terror and slight confusion. When the mouse did move off of his hand, Jakobus found it had left him a little 'present' behind where it had been sitting.

((sorry 4 rlly choppy/crappy reply ok))

Iris had actually been entertained by the situation, therefor stood to watch until Sacha left a few droppings. "Alright, then. Your loss." she grabbed Sacha, returned him to the original spot, and started down the right tunnel once again. This time, she was slow, hoping that Jakobus would eventually-- quickly get up.

Eiru slowly sat up, and turned his head to the man. "Ey, sorry 'bout all of that," he spoke quietly. Eiru reached out his hand to the man with a slight smile on his face. "Name's Eiru. What 'bout yourself?" he asked. His head seemed to be bandaged up, but he couldn't really tell- nor did he care- at this point. Either way, despite his head pounding and slight dizziness, he felt quite a bit better.

Jakobus stared down at his hand in disgust for a couple of moments, shell-shocked into silence by the rat having planted its feces all over his hand. He knew there wouldn't be a place in the dungeon to wash his hand off at, so he supposed this was really it. He allowed himself to take a couple of deep inhales and exhales of breath before getting up out of his vomit puddle and catching up to Isis.
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"'Aye, you don't have anything to be sorry about, alright? It was all my fault anyway..." Warren trailed off, unsure of exactly what he should say in order to comfort the kid (or if he should say anything, for that matter).
"Ah, nice to formally get acquainted with you then, Eiru. My name's Warren." he responded politely, glad he could finally refer to Eiru as something other than 'kid'.
((sorry this sucks I))

"Here," she said, and offered a napkin out of her boot. "I keep random stuff in my boots and my pocket, so you are quite the lucky one." She started walking at a regular pace now, and she was more stressed out than ever.

"Uh, thanks..." he responded, taking the napkin from her. He wasn't so sure it would fully cleanse the rat germs from his hand, but he supposed it'd have to do the trick for the time being. He wasn't going to deny that it was very generous of her to lend her napkin to him, though he couldn't help but question her motives to a certain extent.

"Nice to meet 'ya," he replied. He let go of Warren's hand. "So, how long do 'ya think I'll be in this dumb hospital for?" Eiru asked. As mentioned before, Eiru is an impatient guy. He needs something new going on every minute, you know? He let out a sigh, and looked at the wall next to him.

"So, why is it that you are so afraid of rodents?" she asked, quickening her walk speed. "I've never seen such an extreme fear. Though if you prefer not to discuss it, I understand." The tunnel began to get wider as they progressed, which seemed to be a sign that they were getting close.

"You shouldn't have to stick around here for too long if you get plenty of rest and take it easy, or at least that's what I would assume." Warren replied, off in thought trying to recall any past hospital experiences he could remember, but not being able to think of any that were actually relevant to the current question/situation.
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"Everyone has their fears I guess." he answered, shrugging as he did so. He did believe he had a reason to fear rodents the way he did, though he definitely didn't want to reveal that to anyone as he was sure it would just prove to make him look silly.

"I suppose so. I used to have pyromania myself, actually." she told him. "I just decided to put it away. But for fears, I think you have to face them." It was a strange fact to reveal, but she didn't care either way. She felt like she sounded like his mother. The tunnel was beginning to make out a more square, blocky form.