http://sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] shatterverse2008-04-08 01:06 pm

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[OOS: Oliver gets cranky when he’s tired.]

Oliver has been doing a lot of walking. He's been talking to a lot of neighbours, and during those conversations he mentioned his abilities. Not everybody believed him, and not everybody wanted to take him up on his offer...but a few did. He's been patrolling their fields to increase their fertility. The land here is good - like a warm cup of tea on a cold day, like fine wine after a heavy meal.

He's patrolling around the Cooper house right now, for a much different reason. One step methodically in front of the other. He whispers words underneath his breath, gaze distant.

Once he finishes, he goes over to the earth bunker to set up some more Wards. Judging from his leisurely pace (which is not entirely due to the limp in his right leg), he could be interrupted.

[identity profile] ineveryport.livejournal.com 2008-04-11 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack could force the door open, but he's not really a fan of fire in enclose areas.

Instead he retires away and crouches to rest and wait, watching the door.

Perhaps that warning will be taken
slayer_fray: (shocked)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2008-04-11 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
A man in a lot of pain just entered the bunker.

A man in a lot of pain who's... oh shit.

Hey, Oliver, have a T-shirt to use as a tourniquet. Mel's wearing a chest wrap underneath, it's OK.

"What the hell?"
slayer_fray: (alert)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2008-04-11 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Anyone we know?"

Mel has a hand on his left shoulder, strong enough with just that to hold him back if she needs to.

Her other hand has a stake ready, and she's planning how to throw that and draw her axe before the guns are fired.

"What happened?"
slayer_fray: (confused)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2008-04-11 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Jack?"

Yeah, Mel's met him. But that doesn't fit. So she's frowning thoughtfully, still gripping the stake.

"He's friends with Sokka. Knows the girls."

He never struck her as the hand-chopping-off type.
slayer_fray: (listening)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2008-04-11 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Semi-consciously, Mel presses her hand over the stump, applying her own brand of pressure.

But she's biting her lip, thoughtfully.

"This is over a friend of his?"
slayer_fray: (helpless)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2008-04-12 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
A moment's thought, and Mel shakes her head.

"I don't know," she says, quiet and desperate herself. "No one's told me they can."
slayer_fray: (thoughtful)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2008-04-13 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
It actually takes a bit of concentration for Mel to focus on the man needing medical help rather that the rabid pirate outside, but when she sees him struggling, she realises there's an actual problem here.

And it's not like the girls can exactly cauterise.

"Sokka's tools," she says. "He'll have a blowtorch or something..."
slayer_fray: (worried)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2008-04-14 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
Another panicking look at the door and Mel turns back to Oliver.

"Stay."

An agonisingly long minute later, she's racing back with Sokka's toolbox.
slayer_fray: (anxious)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2008-04-14 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Mel's not exactly an expert on first aid, but Apocalyptica gave her more than enough experience, and with no one else here - where the hell is everyone? - she'll have to make do.

Just try to ignore the panicked look.

"OK, let's... want me to knock you out?"

It'll probably help the pain.
slayer_fray: (struggle)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2008-04-14 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"OK."

Honestly, Mel would rather have him still then risk anything more serious. But she nods, fires up the torch -

- and holds her breath against the resultant smell.
slayer_fray: (helpless)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2008-04-15 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
Mel - can't really do much for the pain. Well, other than offer the only other thing she brought from her corner - a bottle of whiskey she'd been keeping for a special occasion.
slayer_fray: (listening)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2008-04-15 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Haven't checked."

She does, though. Approaching the door with a stake in her hand, she opens the door boldly, though not enough to expose Oliver.

"No."

That bastard - though Mel bites back the thought, reminding herself she doesn't know.

"You're going to tell me everything - but not today."
slayer_fray: (concerned)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2008-04-15 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
And Mel is- surprisingly, quite a good nurse. Sort of. It's the mothering instinct: apparently it is possible to learn these things.

So she stays there, at least until he can sleep.