[AW] A day in the life of... Uncle.



  • Right now, Navarre is stabilized. So, that's good. However, in order to get better, he's going to need to take it easy and get some medical attention. Might mean going to Crutch. Might mean seeing about this hospital Spector and Marlene were talkin' about.
  • "Calm down...kid..."

    I fall backwards onto my ass. Manage to stay in a sittin' position but still. Holy shit, that was tiring. In my brain. It's...a unique sensation, lemme tell ya.

    That, an' the blood leakin' outta my thigh. That probably didn' help.

    "Ye're okay, kid," I gasp out. "At least, I think you are. Still alive, at least. Saw Uncle inside...he's still up. Tum Tum too."
  • Princy and company come jogging up to the front porch, Uncle.

    "Holy shit, boss. What happened? I, uh, checked Jean's room. No sign of her. Course, I didn't see any sign of struggle or anything either. And, no one's seen her for a few days. I went and got some boys, just in case." He's looking around the battlezone. "Looks like we missed the party."

    Tum Tum is standing over Violetta now. Her moaning is barely audible. She's lucky to be alive. He approaches you Navarre.

    "You alright? Saved my ass out there. Weren't for you, I'd be filled with holes instead of you. Need anything?"

    Mo is coming out of the bathroom now. She's getting over being shaken up.

    "Where's Uncle?"

    Uncle, how you wanna wrap this up?
  • (Only thing I'd say is that Gritch would almost immediately want to ask Uncle what the fuck this was all actually about, but like yellowparis says, that can probably wait for the next 'session'.)
  • Sounds great. Seville definitely ain't gonna die. He might have a concussion or something. But, it'd be a mild one at that.

    You want him locked up in the same place as Violetta or what?
  • So, Princy is taking Violetta to a dungeon. Who's gonna look after Seville?
  • Probably not much of a time jump. I know there's some pressing matters. I figure, once everything settles down a bit, Uncle gets his eyes wiped and head on straight, we can hop in right there. How do you wanna begin the next 'session'? In the war room handing out orders, or elsewhere?
  • Right there. I dunno exactly how messed up the cottage is - if it's bad enough I might need to relocate back to the manor eventually. For now, though, just get the broken glass swept out the door and address immediate problems.
  • The front of the cottage is wasted. There's holes in the front walls, shattered glass in all of the windows, the porch is ripped to shreds, Navarre's blood is soaking into the floors, and there's debris and fire scattered all up the hillside.

    It's pretty fucked.
  • And now I have this image of Navarre apologizing profusely for bleeding all over Uncle's stuff. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Next time, I'll try to bleed less, I promise. Maybe if I let out some of my blood before battle, it'll be better."
  • That's exactly what I was envisioning. Lol. Fido, Fido, Fido...
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