OOC: Ran out of room on the topic, leaving country post)
Osore clenches his fists, feeling the gauntlets tighten around them and a smile comes over his face. Behind him Tenken was speaking of his latest mission, a useless thing since Osore had come up with it. That he did so was amazing to all, but more so to him as he knew he never would have thought of it before. Whatever happened to him was a blessing, it healed his body and sharpened his mind. Tenken could be worried about some backlash all he wanted but for Osore the world was a better place. He looks down at the helmet that would complete his armor ensemble, noting the tube that pumped the painkillers into him. No longer needed, he should get them to remove it.
….but what if this changed again? No, no best to leave it in. He might need it. Osore turns, his eyes fixing on Tenken's and making his brother go quiet. ”I know. I'm taking Nanami and Tetsu with me. Make sure Naikishin and Aimi know their own goal.” He turns back and slips the helmet on, waiting for his brother to leave before taking a test swallow and smiling as the medicine rushes to him. The smile fades as nothing happens.
Tenken steps back into the room, making Osore grunt out a noncommital before turning and raising an eyebrow.
”The doctors told me you would no longer need your medication. So I've removed it from the resevior. And they've been instructed that only I can give you more.” ”What....? I need that! How dare you!?” ”No, you think you need it. Your body thinks it needs it. Your brain thinks it needs it. But none of you does. It's a crutch now, it might help you in the short run but in the long it will be debilitating. You're a mednin, you know the dangers of addiction.”
He pauses in the motion of wanting to chose his brother and lowers his hands, his face a mask of rage. But it was true. ”Fine, but if I get hurt, I will take my pain out on you tenfold.”
”I can live with that. And so can you. Now go.”
Osore leaves, wondering when his brother got a backbone made of steel, or if it was only when dealing with him.
- - - - - -
The ship was waiting, a small craft made for speed and chartered solely to take them to the land of Wind. Tetsu would be happy, because when it wasn't flying a flag of Moon it was flying a skull and crossbones. The crew probably were thinking they would kill the passengers and chuck em and keep the money, because when they saw the giant, armor clad Osore board they immediately denied ever wanting to do any such thing. He would wait for his fellow passengers before embarking.
(Topic left, moon left. S rank = 30 minutes, +1 hr travel time = 90 minutes.)
Osore clenches his fists, feeling the gauntlets tighten around them and a smile comes over his face. Behind him Tenken was speaking of his latest mission, a useless thing since Osore had come up with it. That he did so was amazing to all, but more so to him as he knew he never would have thought of it before. Whatever happened to him was a blessing, it healed his body and sharpened his mind. Tenken could be worried about some backlash all he wanted but for Osore the world was a better place. He looks down at the helmet that would complete his armor ensemble, noting the tube that pumped the painkillers into him. No longer needed, he should get them to remove it.
….but what if this changed again? No, no best to leave it in. He might need it. Osore turns, his eyes fixing on Tenken's and making his brother go quiet. ”I know. I'm taking Nanami and Tetsu with me. Make sure Naikishin and Aimi know their own goal.” He turns back and slips the helmet on, waiting for his brother to leave before taking a test swallow and smiling as the medicine rushes to him. The smile fades as nothing happens.
Tenken steps back into the room, making Osore grunt out a noncommital before turning and raising an eyebrow.
”The doctors told me you would no longer need your medication. So I've removed it from the resevior. And they've been instructed that only I can give you more.” ”What....? I need that! How dare you!?” ”No, you think you need it. Your body thinks it needs it. Your brain thinks it needs it. But none of you does. It's a crutch now, it might help you in the short run but in the long it will be debilitating. You're a mednin, you know the dangers of addiction.”
He pauses in the motion of wanting to chose his brother and lowers his hands, his face a mask of rage. But it was true. ”Fine, but if I get hurt, I will take my pain out on you tenfold.”
”I can live with that. And so can you. Now go.”
Osore leaves, wondering when his brother got a backbone made of steel, or if it was only when dealing with him.
- - - - - -
The ship was waiting, a small craft made for speed and chartered solely to take them to the land of Wind. Tetsu would be happy, because when it wasn't flying a flag of Moon it was flying a skull and crossbones. The crew probably were thinking they would kill the passengers and chuck em and keep the money, because when they saw the giant, armor clad Osore board they immediately denied ever wanting to do any such thing. He would wait for his fellow passengers before embarking.
(Topic left, moon left. S rank = 30 minutes, +1 hr travel time = 90 minutes.)