[StarRail PSL]

[themightybosstone]

[The world was one of a constant, strange, cyclical war.

When the night fell on the highest moon of the furthest month, a Howling Storm took the planet, cut its cities off from each other and the visitors from their homes, When the Storm's first whining, hot wind struck, the imposing gates of the iridescent metal of this world would close, folding up and over, in a wall only Qlipoth could love.

The thud of bodies, the scrape of claws, mandibles and fangs added to the cacophony that the setting of the red sun provoked. It ebbed in the morning, but never enough to be safe. Never enough for the walls to come down.

In defiance, however, in these little hubs of survival, the nightlife was something quite impressive. Loud music played, lights blared, the night market was a roar of throats - the call of sellers and the flirtation of buyers.

All to carry on like a shield wasn't holding back the certain death of nearly everyone in the spaceport.

But you're here, waiting for the tired relief of morning. For the spaceport to open back up in a week.

It should have already ended. It SHOULD have been open yesterday.

But the Storm is longer than it's ever been here...]

Comments

[themightybosstone]

Don't make the ground rules complicated with exceptions an' shit.

Cheers.

[vitainmorte]

Alcohol isn't food.

[ but she lifts the glass a bit and sips at it, mostly just wasting time by swirling her ice around after. ]

...

Were you serious? Before.

1/2

[themightybosstone]

[ He takes a larger sip, and lets it linger on his tongue a little, savoring before he swallows. ]

Oh that's good?

[themightybosstone]

... Uh which part? If it's about what I'm doin' out around here? Hell yeah.

If it's about yer amazin? ALSO hell yeah.

... I aint great at makin' shit up, actually.

[vitainmorte]

Amaz--

[ flusters again, feathers ruffling, but only glances at him briefly. ]

-- I don't understand. I don't even know your name.

[themightybosstone]

Oh! Well that's easy.

I'm Sett.

[vitainmorte]

[ blinks at him, then settles again. ]

.... Sett, then. Nice to meet you.

[themightybosstone]

That's settled then.

Anyways, look forward t'workin' with you all the same. We're gonna make a hell of a team.

[vitainmorte]

Y-yes, I... suppose we will.

[ she's quiet for a moment longer, contemplating her drink. ]

... does it hurt? The wound.

[themightybosstone]

[ He blinks. If she's listening, she'll hear him filling in the cheap punchline. Does it hurt? When you fell from heaven-

Which will explain the otherwise dumb grin. ]

Oh, yah! Like a bitch. But it's gonna make a kickass scar for the collection.

[vitainmorte]

[ unfortunately she is not but good lord. She does look baffled by his grin though, and slowly goes to push herself up out of her chair. ]

Ah, we should-- does it need a bandage? I have a kit...

[themightybosstone]

I mean, next time I got a clear view of the moons out there it'll heal up fine.

[There's no telling when that is.]

But ... Probably could use some fresh pads, yeah.

[vitainmorte]

[ Well-- ignoring that first bit, because it kind of makes her shudder. But she sort-of-unsteadily makes her way to the back of the cockpit to fetch the first aid kit, sssurely that will help...? And brings it back to him. ]

[themightybosstone]

[Buddy.

A better person might have decided to help. Or ushered her to bed instead.

Sett just watches her wobble, ears perked to see if she pinballs at all.

The tail wags a bit when she returns.]

You uh, okay there?

[vitainmorte]

Yes. I've had quite a bit of alcohol.

[ she sets the kit down to dig through it for some cleaning supplies and a clean bandage pad. ]

[themightybosstone]

No kidding, man.

[He knocks back his own and starts pulling off his jacket and shirt.] I gotta catch up.

[The wound is wrapped, the hasty and efficient style of someone who gets injured often but doesn't have to think about it long. It's soaking through in parts, a muddy black of his blood. Other scars criss cross his body. Laser, teeth, claws, steel and gunshot, even a borisin bridle lash crosses his entire body.]

[vitainmorte]

Please don't try to catch up, I have deceptively high tolerance...

[ she watches him though, brow furrowing at the scars-- she can guess some of those for sure, but...

In any case, once he's done she reaches for the wrapping to undo it and begin to clean, clinically. ]

[themightybosstone]

OW- HEY! I CAN-! I can do it m'self!!

[vitainmorte]

[ ah.

She stops, then. ... and just hands it to him, stepping back. ]

[themightybosstone]

[Giant baby outside of a fight, #1.

That said, he is forgoing the cleaning just to wrap it up.]

[vitainmorte]

[ okay no stops him ]

-- you need to clean it.

[themightybosstone]

It'll be fine. Look at me, perfect health.

[vitainmorte]

I don't want a septic borisin on my ship. Clean it.

[themightybosstone]

I aint borisin.

[He grumbles, but grabs the antiseptic.]

[vitainmorte]

You're not all Foxian, either. Stop complaining.

[ Just takes it from him to do it herself; quick and efficient. And with no coddling. ]