Scouting Beyond the Bubble - Day 2 - RPLOG

Participants

• Magnus
• Moresson
• Sheela
• Uvi
• Zen

Date

8/5/2021

Log

Recovering from being thrown to the ground by the giant cat, Zen pushes himself to his feet and makes ready to continue the fight. Four lacerations could be seen starting along his right arm and traveling across his chest at a slight downward angle. Blood slowly oozed from the wounds, collecting on tufts of fur before dripping onto the mud-covered ground. The tiger certainly has some strength behind them, capable of inflicting some serious injuries if it wasn't handled quickly. Sheela tried to intercept the tiger but was sent sprawling into the mud with a powerful kick. With Moresson tackled by the beast, its jaws crushing down against her shoulder, they needed help more than ever. Even if she was capable of sending rounds tearing into its underside, the creature wouldn't die fast enough to spare her.

Thankfully, Moresson wasn't alone! With Magnus intervening at the right time, Moresson was spared being mauled further by the aggressive feline. A power that defies scientific explanation allowed him to erect a sort of barrier around the fallen husky, preventing those deadly claws from ripping her apart. That wasn't all, because even if she was spared the damage, the tiger wasn't just going to stop. That was when Uvi's well-placed shot pieced through the beast, causing its body to shudder from the mortal wound it received. Reeling back, it releases its grip on the husky's shoulder and staggers to the side on shaky legs. It might have been looking for prey, but it had made the poor choice of attacking a well-armed group. With crimson blood pooling in its mouth, it only takes a few moments and a push to send it down to the ground. It was defeated and dying, any further wounds merely amplifying its agony as it bleeds out. Now with the threat dealt with, it was time to recover and re-evaluate the situation. Were their wounds too significant to continue, or would they be able to mend themselves and press on with the mission?

It was still raining rather heavily as Zen regroups with the rest. He was worried about what wounds the rest had suffered as his own would not stop him from pressing on. With a low growl he says, "Well, damn, looks like the predator we found tracks of before was still on the hunt. Even going so far as to track us down in the middle of the night." As Moresson took out her vengance on the dying feline, he rumbles, "I'm no doctor, but you should stop and focus on your injuries. It looked like it delivered a nasty bite to you." Brushing off some mud, he glances to the other three and says, "Lets try and get out of the rain an tend to our injuries. If anyone has any medical training, please take a look at Moresson and do what you can for them." It was unavoidable that some rain would have gotten into their tents, and Uvi's was now half-collapsed after he had been sent flying into it. It was unlikely that they had lost any supplies, but they still might have to suffer through some discomfort for the rest of the night. "Good shooting Uvi... and sorry about your tent. Feel free to use mine if you want to get out of the rain." He adds before moving over to it and starting to rifle through his supplies for a first-aid kit.

Even though she was wounded, she seemed to rise from the mud without a moment's delay. Still her neck fur stood puffed up, her teeth bared, while small drops of her saliva dripped from her muzzle, although one would probably not notice this in this miserable weather. The left flank of her snow-white fur was soaked with the brown mud, while a light crimson sheen mingled underneath... at first glance it might have looked bad, but the wounds were not very deep. As quickly as she had picked herself up, it seemed it was already over, she could see the predatory cat simply collapse, the last breath of its breath choked in its own blood. For her, however, the danger wasn't over yet, because as long as she didn't know that everyone else was okay, she simply ignored her own pain, hissing and growling from her lungs. "Is everyone okay? Have you seen any more of them?", she growled questioningly, but any danger seemed to have been averted.

Somewhat concerned, she looked to the husky, whose wounds looked painful, and was a bit annoyed that the big cat could just give her a quick swipe she hadn't seen. As the situation slowly cleared, the adrenaline slowly thinning from her body, she began to whimper softly as the pain returned and she realized that the injuries would definitely need to be treated. Gritting her teeth, she slowly limps over to Uvi and growls softly, "Phew, that was our rescue...thanks Uvi, what a shot!" She quickly looks to Zen a bit puzzled when he asks about medical training or something similar. Disappointed, she looks down at her paws before growling, "I don't have any training, but I do have the supplies for medicine, feel free to help yourselves." She shakes herself as splashes of mud and rain slide from her fur before she walking over to Zen's tent and dragging out the K9 harness the medicine supplies were in. "Looks like it's going to be a little tighter in the tent this night~", she jokes, growling as the slight whine of her pain accompanies each word.

Uvi stays still for a moment, shocked by what has just transpired - she basically killed a poor feral, and Moresson finished it in such a grisly display. Uvi doesn't register her party members' words at first, but finally she snaps out of this. People need help. Right! She wipes the water off her face and rushes towards Sheela, who has medical supplies. There's no point in looking for them in her crushed tent, obviously. As she opens Sheela's bag, only one thing goes through her mind - and that is 'rest, elevation, direct pressure'.

"What's this world coming to when fluffy critters like that are out for blood instead of cuddles. I was more than willing to share some of my rations with it! ...but then again I doubt it'd be interested in veggie stuffs." Magnus tosses out offhandedly and swings one hand to *slap* pat Uvi on the back. "Nice shot. Looked like it took the wind right out of your sails though. If this were some elaborately contrived simulation of events, some might say you exhausted a vital resource to achieve this one goal! ...or something." Magnus shrugs deeply, then peers down at himself. Soaked to the bone. "I missed the rain. The rain is nice considering it's water and not some form of mystery bile. Welp! Now that that's handled... I'm going back to bed!"

He hooks a thumb. "Unless you'd rather I take watch. In which case I'll sit at my tent's entrance and chew on berries until someone else has to." Upon the mention of the need for medical aid, he opens his mouth, then closes it, dismissing an idea. "I got nothing, sorry." He shakes his head and puffs out some air. "But hey, it doesn't look all that bad. It's like uncle used to say. Leave it to the nanobots." His features darken and he grumbles softly. "What a dingus he is." The hyena clasps his hands together. "Anywho! Yeah, looks like it might be best I take watch while you folks patch up. Okay? Sound good? Afraid I can't share my tent though. It's barely big enough for me alone." His thumb hooks towards the very small structure he called a temporary shelter. One quick look would confirm that he wasn't kidding about that.

Moresson groans and fights off the pain of the nasty bite, possibly the one that got it the worst. But at least she was able to help alert the others. After a moment of panting and mental recovery, the husky uses her good arm to struggle to her feet, glancing around at the rest of the group. "Thanks." she says through gritted teeth, letting her bitten shoulder rest, not using that arm. She's tough, but not stupid. Looking over at Magnus, she sneers and rolls her eyes. "You're an idiot. We can't make 'friends' with every throat-biting, backstabbing monster we come across. Friendship is a myth anyway." she growls out, heading over towards where the first aid kit is being pulled out, so she can get patched up. "I can still take second watch. Not like it takes much work. I'll get patched up, then I'll just sit here in my armor. If anything happens, I'll alert everyone before doing anything stupid. I have a megaphone in my helmet."

Kneeling at the entrance to his tent, Zen soon finds his medical supplies and opens the container to grab some bandages. His ears swivel atop his head as he listens to the others, slightly concerned that none of them were terribly adept with treating wounds. Well, how hard could it be? You just wrap up the wounds in bandages and you're good to go, right? Taking some dry cloth, he wipes away more of the mud so that he could see the lacerations trailing across his body. They weren't deep, but still caused a bit of pain. He starts wrapping up his arm first before focusing on the wounds across his chest. It would only be a matter of time before he found out if he did a good job or not.

Hearing Magnus offer to take watch, Zen nods and says, "Right, that works. Hopefully we don't have any more unpleasant surprises tonight." He looks towards Sheela, Uvi, and Moresson, wondering how they were fairing with the other wounds. How deep was the gouge? Was it something they could handle? Well, despite the sounds of her exertion, it sounded like Moresson wasn't doing too bad. "No, you should take a rest. Let Magnus handle the watch and focus on your own recovery." Zen rumbles, "We still have a lot of distance to cover tomorrow and our night has already been interrupted." With a look to Sheela and the sign of blood against her mud-splattered coat, he adds, "Sheela, get inside and I'll see what I can do about your own wounds. Magnus, keep watch for as long as you can before swapping out with Uvi. The rest of us will try and get whatever rest we can in this shitty weather."

While holding the bag for Uvi, she sees how thoughtful Uvi is, trying to calm herself down. With a slight pain consumed grin she growls, "Don't panic, there's enough for everyone..." At least she hoped so, especially since Moresson was so badly wounded and she had no idea if she had the right stuff for it. Somewhat taken aback, she drops the bag when she hears Magnus' words, wondering if he had even realized that we had crossed the bubble's boundaries and that the Nanites weren't really going to act here. [Had he smoked one too many? Did the berries do him no good?] she thought, but before she could say anything Magnus slipped into the role of guard who would keep an eye on the camp until everyone had licked their wounds.

"I think you should rest most Moresson, that wound looks bad, but I agree with you Magnus..." she rumbles at the top of her lungs before adding somewhat jokingly, "...not every fluffy cat wants to make friends, most of them are sneaky beasts anyway and want to be worshipped like gods." She looks up into the dark night as still the cold drops of nature soak her fur, slowly washing the mud from her fur as the wounds became more visible. "Mmh, I think I could use a little help... someone mind putting a band-aid on these scratches?" she growled a little more softly, though she would probably need more than just a band-aid as the three long drawn furrows on her left flank were revealed under the discolored fur. Hearing Zen, she shook the moisture out of her fur again before going into the tent and gently licking over Zen's arm, whose bandages didn't really look professional... Oh man, is it even worth putting on such a bandage that threatens to fall off again at any moment?