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Who: Satsuma, others & ??? (closed)
What: Be careful what you wish for...
When: June 27, late evening (during and after this post)
Where: Royal Base, Medical Ward
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Satsuma sat in his wheelchair, bitterly eyeing the not-even-really-opaque liquid that the doctors called "broth". Hell, he didn't even think he could call it that, considering that it didn't even taste like beef, but more like a heavily-watered-down...something that was half-assedly made to "taste" like it.
But this was the first time in at least two weeks that the doctors cleared him to be able to ingest something, if only strictly liquids. After all, his esophagus was among the organs damaged after being impaled, and as much as the God Device patched the wound up to the point he could survive from it, well... even swallowing this forsaken soup of not-food made him cringe painfully as the tepid substance went down, grazing against sore and even scarred muscle as it did so.
But there was no way around it: if he were to ever get back on his feet, he had no choice but to take it a step at a time. As much as he didn't want that. After all, Kurata had just displayed how far he had turned Yoshino into a monster: regressing Lalamon and leaving Chika for dead...with that at stake, Satsuma was willing to painfully swallow something that failed to really taste like beef if it meant it would get him closer to bringing her back.
After all, it was either this or take the choice that he felt was just one step above asking a Demon King to assist.
What: Be careful what you wish for...
When: June 27, late evening (during and after this post)
Where: Royal Base, Medical Ward
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Satsuma sat in his wheelchair, bitterly eyeing the not-even-really-opaque liquid that the doctors called "broth". Hell, he didn't even think he could call it that, considering that it didn't even taste like beef, but more like a heavily-watered-down...something that was half-assedly made to "taste" like it.
But this was the first time in at least two weeks that the doctors cleared him to be able to ingest something, if only strictly liquids. After all, his esophagus was among the organs damaged after being impaled, and as much as the God Device patched the wound up to the point he could survive from it, well... even swallowing this forsaken soup of not-food made him cringe painfully as the tepid substance went down, grazing against sore and even scarred muscle as it did so.
But there was no way around it: if he were to ever get back on his feet, he had no choice but to take it a step at a time. As much as he didn't want that. After all, Kurata had just displayed how far he had turned Yoshino into a monster: regressing Lalamon and leaving Chika for dead...with that at stake, Satsuma was willing to painfully swallow something that failed to really taste like beef if it meant it would get him closer to bringing her back.
After all, it was either this or take the choice that he felt was just one step above asking a Demon King to assist.