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Re: Iwaku SHATTERED
<table ALIGN="CENTER"]><tr><td width=175 align="center">Marvin</td><td width=184 align="center">Sergeant Spears</td><td width=198 align="center">Jake</td></tr></table>
"It creeps me out when he does that, man," Marvin muttered as he watched Karsikan move away. Sergeant Spears was stretched out on the floor of the hanger, his eyes closed as his burnt skin continued flaking away from the healthier flesh beneath. It was like watching the man on a fast-forwarding film - Karsikan's magic achieving what might have taken months otherwise.
"He's gonna have some serious munchies when he wakes up," said Jake, scratching his neck as he looked down at the Sergeant.
"Yeah... remember when Karsikan fixed my rib? I got me the cravings for sponge cake. Shit man, I don't even like sponge cake."
"Yeah, who would'a thought biomantic hijacking of the nervous system would be so problematic?" Jake's sarcasm was lost on Marvin, who was kneeling now and prodding the Sergeant's chest. Minutes passed. The others in the hangar were slowly being triaged, while others moved outside to view the desert. The surfer was shouting about something, and Aeolus and Raymond were sharing grim discourse. It was a few minutes before Jake cocked his head, scowling a little. "Is that music?" He cocked his head again, as if sniffing the air. The sounds of a melancholic violin were floating in with the sunlight. "I hear music.... Marv...?"
He looked down to see his friend stifling a tear.
"Shit man, that's beautiful..." Marvin sobbed.
"What the hell?"
"I love you, man. I just want you to know... if we don't get out of this..."
"OKAY!" Jake interrupted, before turning on his heel and walking away from his blubbering friend. The engineer followed Doctor Surgeon out of the hangar, watching as the the Doctor's tirade silenced the mysterious violinist.
"Yes, yes. Enough, enough already. What are you again? An Ex-Finned? Some sort of amphibious castaway trading scales and fins for the ability to play murder into the ears of others? I have a fantastic way you can assist. Kindly point your noise making machine at any enemy we come across, that they might hear and die in agony rather than us. Or, or, or, if you feel so inclined, you can remove your skin and fashion a blanket of it to ward off the cold...or...or, perhaps best yet. Let us feed your stringed...stringed...thing into a fire that we may all benefit from the end of such an abominable invention."
As the speech came to an end, Jake leaned out from behind the surgeon and gave a half-hearted wave to Exvind. "Hey." Then he looked to Raymond and Aeolus. "I guess we're going to need water, right?"
Marvin came out of the ship and stood next to Jake, blowing his nose on a field dressing.
<table ALIGN="CENTER"]><tr><td width=175 align="center">Marvin</td><td width=184 align="center">Sergeant Spears</td><td width=198 align="center">Jake</td></tr></table>
"It creeps me out when he does that, man," Marvin muttered as he watched Karsikan move away. Sergeant Spears was stretched out on the floor of the hanger, his eyes closed as his burnt skin continued flaking away from the healthier flesh beneath. It was like watching the man on a fast-forwarding film - Karsikan's magic achieving what might have taken months otherwise.
"He's gonna have some serious munchies when he wakes up," said Jake, scratching his neck as he looked down at the Sergeant.
"Yeah... remember when Karsikan fixed my rib? I got me the cravings for sponge cake. Shit man, I don't even like sponge cake."
"Yeah, who would'a thought biomantic hijacking of the nervous system would be so problematic?" Jake's sarcasm was lost on Marvin, who was kneeling now and prodding the Sergeant's chest. Minutes passed. The others in the hangar were slowly being triaged, while others moved outside to view the desert. The surfer was shouting about something, and Aeolus and Raymond were sharing grim discourse. It was a few minutes before Jake cocked his head, scowling a little. "Is that music?" He cocked his head again, as if sniffing the air. The sounds of a melancholic violin were floating in with the sunlight. "I hear music.... Marv...?"
He looked down to see his friend stifling a tear.
"Shit man, that's beautiful..." Marvin sobbed.
"What the hell?"
"I love you, man. I just want you to know... if we don't get out of this..."
"OKAY!" Jake interrupted, before turning on his heel and walking away from his blubbering friend. The engineer followed Doctor Surgeon out of the hangar, watching as the the Doctor's tirade silenced the mysterious violinist.
"Yes, yes. Enough, enough already. What are you again? An Ex-Finned? Some sort of amphibious castaway trading scales and fins for the ability to play murder into the ears of others? I have a fantastic way you can assist. Kindly point your noise making machine at any enemy we come across, that they might hear and die in agony rather than us. Or, or, or, if you feel so inclined, you can remove your skin and fashion a blanket of it to ward off the cold...or...or, perhaps best yet. Let us feed your stringed...stringed...thing into a fire that we may all benefit from the end of such an abominable invention."
As the speech came to an end, Jake leaned out from behind the surgeon and gave a half-hearted wave to Exvind. "Hey." Then he looked to Raymond and Aeolus. "I guess we're going to need water, right?"
Marvin came out of the ship and stood next to Jake, blowing his nose on a field dressing.
Spears falls to sleep after being healed. Marvin gets over-emotional at the sound of Exvind's violin. Jake asks Aeolus about the water situation.