Alex: He looks up at Resh. Why is he so tall. “Uh- if you wouldn’t mind sitting down, it would help.” He fumbles for the pouch of light crystals at his side, taking a couple out. “Didn’t expect to do this to someone twice in a row, but here we are.”
Tseth: Who the hell touched him. He turns around swiftly, to see- oh, it’s just Salmook. He looks quite worried, and scared. Tseth crouches down to Salmooks height. “Ah- hey kid. Don’t worry. Alex is pretty good with this stuff.”
(do we need help from a Elder God or is Fishhok considered to be gone now lmao-)
(Fishhook can bother Juni idk)
(Salmonboy me bob has probably forgotten about Pharmaceutical and will go through all five stages of grief all over again upon seeing it- have fun with that Circusmaster)
(wheezing over all the nicknames for this guy)
(We need to give the others some Cursed Nicknames™️)
(Tseth has so many cursed nicknames, favorites are Teeth and Tarth Vader)
(Resh: emo lv5 autism stare)
Resh: He stifles a laugh and sits down on the ground. “I get injured a lot. Problem is, we don’t have any of this magic healing bullshit where I’m from.” Shrugs “Half the time I’d wrap a piece of fabric around a wound and say good enough.”
Salmook: he shudders at the idea of what Resh does the other half of the time
"…That… sounds like a great way to catch wound-rot… He'll be alright, won't he, Alex?"
(Child don’t worry the other half of the time he’s forced by someone to properly treat his wounds 💀)
Alex: He crouches down next to Resh. “As a medic, that’s a terrible way to treat a wound like this. Need stitches if you don’t have ‘magic healing bullshit,’ at the very least.” He sets the crystals down, and glances at Salmook. “He’ll be fine, don’t worry.” He turns his attention to the blade itself. His hand hovers over it. “This’ll hurt, sorry in advance.” He pulls the knife from Resh’s shoulder.
Resh: He rolls his eyes. “Well, I haven’t died yet.” He jolts as Alex pulls the knife from his shoulder, growling. “Fuck—”
Tseth: He’s handed the knife. He examines it, Resh’s blood still fresh on the blade. “…Interesting.”
Alex: “‘Yet’ is the key word there.” He closes his eyes, concentrating on the light crystals and healing the wound. The crystals themselves glow, and the same swirling patterns as before surround and enter the wound. Within a few seconds the bleeding stops. Soon after, the wound closes, leaving just a faint scar. He opens his eyes. “All better?”
Resh: He nods. “Yeah, fine.” He winces and massages his shoulder, looking at Tseth. “It can’t be that interesting.”
Parvus: He jumps up onto Tseth’s shoulder, staring at the knife with a slightly confused expression.
Tseth: He glances at Parvus as he jumps onto his shoulder. “Well, Parvus agrees. Gold isn’t the typical color of blood where we’re from.” He thinks for a moment, and looks back at the knife. “I am curious, what was your race of people? Or, what do you call yourselves.” He did say he was the Valley elder at one time, but that barely makes sense. Along with the fact that his name is Resh…
(Oh my god Tseth you can’t just ask people what their race is /j)
(Oh my god Tseth. You can’t just ask someone what their race is. Fuck.)
(ESPECIALLY when I don’t have an official name for them yet—)
(the joys of having your worldbuilding so needlessly over detailed that you can name a species just because but you still have no idea what the actual story's plot will be-)
