Kále jolted awake after Kirk nudged him under the table. His head shot up from its slumped-over position and his eyes took a few heavy blinks before he was in any state to assess the situation. He looked around, spotting the old lady and some odd-looking stranger standing next to her. He thought to himself 'Who's that?' before looking at Kirk and Noir, wondering what had gone on while he was asleep.
"Keheheh." She chuckled, taking off her coat and hanging it up fully, pieces of snow melting and slipping off its surface as she did "You'd all best hurry now." She'd say sitting down and leaning back in the chair while crossing her legs. Looking over the room once more.
“Yes! Yes, we should! We've kept Jeanne waiting too long!” Kirk said as he quickly got up again. “Thank you so much, Dr, Oslar, it means a lot!” The navigator was already rushing out the door, motioning the cloaked Dezzi to follow him.
“Our ship is pretty far, so we may have to hurry to get there in time. It's this way.” Fortunately, with his perfect memory, he remembered the route throughout the forest and back to the docks. Noir got up, quickly cleaning up the cups of tea for Dr. Oslar so she wouldn't have to lift a finger, and as he left, he only bid her a small wave and smile before hurrying out from pure awkwardness and embarrassment.
Kále hopped to his feet after Kirk and Noir got up. He stretched after standing since he had been sitting so long. He took another look at the old lady and Dezzi again before walking out the door after Kirk, assuming Dezzi was going to follow the group back to the ship. Kále wasn't much sure how to feel about this situation. They just arrived at this island, bust into some old lady's home and meet her rabid raving rabbit mink who can supposedly heal their captain. It was weird, but he'd seen weirder.
Dezzi would follow the three out of the door, making sure his mask was on properly, When he stepped out he sighed lightly. the would open his bag for a moment, making sure nothing was out of place and such, within the bag were many different tools for his job. There was a side pocket which had been designed specifically for holding blood bags, making sure to keep them at the proper temperature while also making sure that nothing in the main bag can actually affect them if he needed to run or something similar.
Dezzi would close his bag up once They had made sure everything was properly in place, they would then once more follow behind the crew towards their ship.
The door slammed behind them, leaving Oslar alone, leaning against the counter.
She took a deep breath. 'D...' She thought to herself. Watching Dezzi follow the three. 'Maybe these are the people you were waiting for...deep down.'
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It had been about 3 hours since they had docked. Some people flocked around the intricate design of the Horizons Palm. Aweing at the majesty of a ship such as it. But inside the Ship, was something unexpected. Leroy was having a terrible fever. It seemed like the entire room had gotten so hot due to just his presence. Causing it to nearly be steaming on the inside due to the severe temperature difference between the inside and out. Jeanne had stayed by his side through it all as she worked on her weapon.
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“Jeanne! We found someone!” Kirk called as soon as he ran up to the side of the ship, having to slip past people narrowly to get through and up to the ship.
“Is Leroy alright?!” He said while climbing up the gangplank and walking onto the dock, looking expectantly towards where they had left the two.
Jeanne exited the cabin as she heard a familiar voice. Holy shit. Were all these people here this whole time? She needed to not lose track of time like that. She had only really stopped working to check on Leroy lately. "He's not doing so well, honestly." she would say to Kirk. She had brought Leroy inside to help keep him at a stable temperature.
"He has a horrible fever. I've done my best to keep it down, but his wound probably got infected." she said say with a sigh. "Thank God you guys found a Doctor though. Hopefully we can get him back to Fighting shape soon. He probably wants to settle the score."
Kále was the last to board the ship, behind Kirk, Dezzi and Noir. He headed over to the room where Leroy and Jeanne were, he imagined Leroy couldn't have been doing much better since the climate of an island like this wasn't perfect for someone as ill as him. Mainly, Kále was angry that he never got to fight a massive beast in the forest and instead had to drink tea and talk to some old lady about her hands and her weird cloaked friend. This day was really not turning out well for him.
“We’re sorry for taking so long, dear.” Noir quickly spoke up, coming right to Jeanne’s side in case she needed support for the horrible situation, knowing a beautiful. Kirk looked back at Dezzi and mentioned him to keep following. “He’s in here, we’ve tried the best we could to keep him up and running, but we aren’t really experienced…” He lead him into the room Jeanne popped out of, taking him right over to Leroy, who was obviously conked out
Immediately after Dezzi entered The room They would get focused on the bedridden person and his injuries... Upon seeing the wounds Dezzi would think to Themself 'What the heck happened to this person? I thought they said They was shot. But shot with what? A Cannon?'
Both his arms were torn to shit, multiple wounds around his abdomen and ribs, and one of his legs was just as bad as his arms, and this was just what They could see at first glance... Dezzi would turn towards the rest of the crew and with a very serious tone They would say
"I need you all to leave. Now”. They absolutely didn’t want them to see their friend in this state anymore, clearly it wasn’t good for any of them, and besides, The Mink needed to focus if They actually wanted to help this person. They would set their bag down, quickly opening it up and grabbing multiple things from within, setting almost everything They took out off to the side for later.