Night of 172/Super Early Morning of 173

[espigeon]

[Hi, did you want a radio message at two in the morning? A minute ago Julien yelled "No!" which might have been audible in the rooms to either side.

He's very distracted but has enough of his wits now to not want to cause a panic. His human form is using the angel language he learned in Portland. Only a few other carnies understand it, and his voice has the artificial flatness of someone who's learned to speak calmly in bad situation. His breath keeps catching in a pained way, though, and he doesn't know it but he's only got a minute or so left.]

I took Reira to see me in the stable. There are wolves. They're taking us outside somewhere. Servants are not part of this.

I will try to help her. Any way I can.

It's my fault.

Comments

[whattaprick]

You mean asleep?

[tacosgay]

... I don't think so. Uh, hey, so, I'm pretty sure he's bleeding?

... yeah, uh, his nose is bleeding, and he's not... moving a whole lot...

[That tone of concern is actually rising a bit more in his voice.]

[whattaprick]

Settle down.

[ First things first, that's what Lambert is going to tell Taako to do, sharply. He doesn't know if he has a roommate, but he imagines fussing isn't gonna help. He'd head back himself, but he's still waiting to hear on the Warden. ]

Get into his room. Quietly. You know how to check for a pulse?

[tacosgay]

[Oh, goddammit, this is way more than he wanted to get involved in. He makes a long, quiet sound high in his throat, considering.]

... yeah, fine.

[What follows is a long, tense silence; Taako casts Mislead, leaving a resting form of his in his bed, and then he creeps out into the hallway as carefully as possible, the same spell having rendered him invisible.

By some miracle, he manages to make it to Julien's room undiscovered; when the door is closed behind him, he lets out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, and then he checks back in with Lambert on the radio.]

I'm in, uh... give me a second.

[He pads quietly over to Julien's body, trying to remember exactly how to find a pulse; and, fortunately, he does. It's slow, but there.]

Yeah, he's alive, just... out cold.

[whattaprick]

Good.

[ Lambert exhales, too. It's been a tense few minutes, but unconscious is a heck of a lot better than dead! ]

And he's not responding at all?

[tacosgay]

[Silence as Taako waves his hand around in front of Julien, and even nudges him a little bit.]

... nnnope.

and now that plot has stopped exploding, time for backtags

[whattaprick]

Dammit.

[ He mutters something too soft for the radio to pick up, but that's all. ]

He said he was with Reira. You know anything about that?

oh same

[tacosgay]

Nnnno. I don't even know who that is? Uh, sorry.