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[1]
[After the fight Volya wasn't in any condition to go visit anyone. Severe exhaustion, mental fatigue, trauma, phantom pains. Suffice to say he was curled up tightly in the infirmary and doing his best to sleep off most of it. Of course given what had happened back there, even if he managed to break out with the power of friendship... seeing his uncle... his parents die like that was a pretty jarring sight. One his brain played back to him that sent him springing awake with a sharp gasp, shaking pretty badly.]
...Uncle Sergei... Mom... Dad...
[He sits up and backs into the pillow and the head-railing of the gurney and pulls his knees to his face - hugging his legs tightly. It was sinking in pretty heavily that he no longer had a home and furthermore...]
...That assignment is due tomorrow too...
[He sighs tiredly.]
[2]
[And on the flip side of things Interitus is curled up in the hangar looking like a complete mess. Vines were cut and scorched or otherwise looked like they were hit by a sand blaster, one of the massive fang filled shoulder plates was busted open and there were cracks all over what armor Interitus did have. The creature was snoring placidly, though the heavily damaged mouth was moving as if it were breathing. Maybe it was. Thanks to Desta's actions we all know they were functional.]
Tbbttthhht?
[It perks up, just a little like a sedated puppy when you pass by. Its featureless head watching you as it drug itself over slowly and labourously before just lying there in front of you.]
[After the fight Volya wasn't in any condition to go visit anyone. Severe exhaustion, mental fatigue, trauma, phantom pains. Suffice to say he was curled up tightly in the infirmary and doing his best to sleep off most of it. Of course given what had happened back there, even if he managed to break out with the power of friendship... seeing his uncle... his parents die like that was a pretty jarring sight. One his brain played back to him that sent him springing awake with a sharp gasp, shaking pretty badly.]
...Uncle Sergei... Mom... Dad...
[He sits up and backs into the pillow and the head-railing of the gurney and pulls his knees to his face - hugging his legs tightly. It was sinking in pretty heavily that he no longer had a home and furthermore...]
...That assignment is due tomorrow too...
[He sighs tiredly.]
[2]
[And on the flip side of things Interitus is curled up in the hangar looking like a complete mess. Vines were cut and scorched or otherwise looked like they were hit by a sand blaster, one of the massive fang filled shoulder plates was busted open and there were cracks all over what armor Interitus did have. The creature was snoring placidly, though the heavily damaged mouth was moving as if it were breathing. Maybe it was. Thanks to Desta's actions we all know they were functional.]
Tbbttthhht?
[It perks up, just a little like a sedated puppy when you pass by. Its featureless head watching you as it drug itself over slowly and labourously before just lying there in front of you.]
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