006 [audio]

[twopistols]

[Torn's scratchy voice sounds worse that usual. He sounds downright pained.]

I need a favor. Need someone to get me some more bandages.

[Yes. "More."]

Comments

[summonupastorm]

[Auron still hasn't come back from the dead. This is not good. Although, with the apparent disarray the ship and its passengers appear to be in, helping other people out is as good a distraction as any. Besides, Yuna is used to healing the wounded - so she could actually be useful, in this instance.]

I could bring you some. Where might I find you?

[twopistols]

[Under normal circumstances, he might choose a different location.

These aren't exactly normal circumstances--but he's still a cautious soul.]

Deck 11, outside the elevators farthest from the fire.

[He knows of Yuna, but he doesn't know Yuna, so she's not getting his room number. Near it is plenty.]

[summonupastorm]

[Same deck as her. That's awfully convenient - or at least, it would be if Yuna had everything she needed with her. However, her healing magic has been greatly toned down, so even if she casts cure on him, it's likely that Torn would still need the bandages

[twopistols]

[Missing fingers, missing chunks of fingers. His right pinky and ring finger are almost completely gone, both missing at the second knuckle. His middle finger is missing at the first knuckle. His index and thumb seem to have come out intact, at least.

It is arguably not the worst injury he's had, physically speaking, but Torn's a marksman, among other things, and he already knows this is going to affect his shooting.

Understatement of a lifetime. ...Good thing he's ambidextrous, huh.]

Part of my room went missing. [Along with a lot of notes.] Took part of me with it.

[Please forgive him for being curt, Yuna. Torn's not exactly made of sunshine and bubbles at the best of times.]

[shadesofeco]

What happened.

[Jak is on his way, Torn. He's not sure where, but he's going there pretty determinedly.]

[twopistols]

Part of my room went missing.

[And from the sound of the network, he's not the only one in this predicament.]

Part of me went with it.

[Hm.]

It's fine now.

[Mostly.]

[shadesofeco]

[Pause, then a cautious question as if he knows he won't like the answer.]

What's that supposed to mean?

Where are you?

[twopistols]

It means I'm bleeding.

[Okay, not nearly as much. But it still hurts. The fact that he'll no longer be able to dual-wield his pistols anymore has yet to sink in. His brain is still trying to puzzle out ways to make it work.]

Deck 11, near the aft elevators.

[Just outside his room, as a matter of fact.]

[standardpackage]

What th' fuck happened?

[Yup, he caught the 'more'.]

[twopistols]

[This is now the third time he's said this. Forgive him for not sounding chipper about it Jinx.]

Part of my room vanished, took part of me with it.

[And]

All's fine now.

[standardpackage]

[When the fuck does Torn ever sound chipper]

So that's where my hair went.

[twopistols]

[After he's had a few beers.]

Anything else missing?

[Body parts, room pieces, decks, people.]