[The medic tent is fairly empty for the time being! It's a pretty sparse set-up, but still better than just a few kits in a cabin in the woods. There are four cots, one of which is currently inhabited by a soldier who seems out cold. A table off to the side has several containers of medical equipment on it, along with jars and glasses of various sizes and shapes, holding everything from liquids to creams to powders. There's a small area with chairs for seating, but outside of that, there doesn't appear to be anything else in here.
Dio will attempt to help Sieghart over to a cot but if his punkass is going to be stubborn, he'll just basically shove him onto one. Binch. There are two guards nearby, and Dio shoos them off on some busywork errand to clear the place before heading over to the table.]
Give me the list from the start. No skipping on detail - this is going to be your last chance to get anything good before you hit Tama.
[Sieghart can and will be stubborn, because he is simply allergic to demons and will break out in hives any second now from dealing with Dio. More importantly, he doesn't trust him.]
What, can't you tell by looking?
[He waves his wrapped hand. Blood's soaked through the bandages after all the abuse it just endured.]
A snake bit me on the leg. My left arm's broken, and my right hand was smashed and slashed—the same goes for behind my shoulder. I'm certain some of my ribs are broken, too.
[He neglects to mention the minor scrapes sustained from crawling through a hole and trawling through a forest, because they're so minor that he can't feel them past the larger injuries. Also, the bullet graze wound is so obvious that he'll call Dio blind if he ends up having to point it out.
Sighing loudly, Sieghart fiddles with the loose collar of his uniform with his good hand.]
The sizing is all off. Don't you have this in a smaller size?
Do I look like I have eyes that can see through clothing?
[His reply is a little snappish, but there's some amount of stress there, too. Every so often, he casts little, darting glances over his shoulder or out toward the front gate.
When he moves back over, it's with some basic supplies in hand. Salve, fresh bandages, a proper sling.]
Hand out. [So he can start to treat it!! As for the question about his uniform:] What, why didn't you grab one in your own size?
[It's almost like some strange entity interfered to make Sieghart look like a clown...
Oh yeah, if he looks around the tent he'll also spot a wanted poster for Vaux Sucksman.]
[Oh, look, the demon is stressed—like none of them is!
He sees that wanted poster and is utterly unsurprised at the confirmation that they're looking for Aikawa. What rankles more is the fact that he has to collude with a fake wearing the face of a demon.
Sieghart holds his bandaged hand out with a displeased expression. Of course, he's still warm from the venom; however, he's already been given medication for its effects.]
[It's okay, the wanted poster is extremely exaggerated like Flynn Tangled style, so it's not immediately a dead ringer for sweet Aikawa.
Dio will work on cleaning up his nasty hand and re-bandaging it, giving him A Look™ at that.]
There's no way we didn't pack one in your size, so I don't know what you did with it, but it's not on us.
[BINCH. Though after a beat, he'll add:] ...We should have some spares that might fit you better. You should just tack up the hems, though; you're not going to want to stay here long. Really, you should be getting out of here the second we clear your cart.
[He'll reach for whatever arm it is that needs a sling next, even i aki can't keep track of all of sieghart's injuries at this point.]
[To Sieghart, it is a dead ringer for sweet Aikawa.
He clicks his tongue. Figures. Damn demon can't even supply proper uniforms for an important operation and has the audacity to throw in a comeback.
His left arm is the broken one, so Dio presumably takes that. Sieghart does very little to assist as his gaze wanders to take in more of the tent and the sole other occupant, who's apparently asleep.]
[Sieghart's soul recognizes its other half, i see...
But yes the left arm is getting a nice lil sling there you go sir some support for your many broken bones.]
Can't do much about the ribs. We have some painkillers, but I don't think you should be taking them.
[Because that would just give Sieghart more room to go turbo and would thus result in even worse damage! Bad. Sieghart won't see much else of note as he looks around, save the supposedly sleeping occupant and the wanted poster. The air does seem tense, though.]
It should be five, ten minutes tops, unless something goes wrong. [And then, somewhat grimly:] We're down a unit. We don't know what happened to them yet.
Unfortunately, they have two bodies and a head to see to Tama. Sieghart will exhaust his own body if he must when there are bigger things (literally) at stake.]
Why do you mean, you don't know? Aren't you one of the people in charge here?
[He also jerks his head at the sleeping occupant with a frown. Is it really safe to discuss this in front of someone, no matter their state of consciousness?]
Anyway he glances over in the direction Sieghart does, looking at the person in the cot before shaking his head.]
--He's dead. [WELP. He just carries on without explaining?!] And I'm not the highest one in the food chain here - you should know that. I can't keep a pulse on everything. Especially not when things start unraveling as fast as they are here. We didn't even have the time to send out a messenger to intercept you.
[The tone with which he speaks indicates no small amount of frustration, though some of it is certainly self-directed.]
Dio also gives Sieghart a look like he's an idiot.]
We're down a unit. [THEY'RE ON THE SAME SIDE. THOSE ARE SIEGHART'S COMRADES TOO or at least as far as This Dio is concerned, they are.]
There's nothing we can do about it while you're here; we just have to get you through quickly before anyone notices we don't have a full team on the check for your cart. [He nods toward a door nearby leading into the building.] If you really want to grab a new uniform, you might as well head in and do some recon, see if you can hear anything strange. That is, if you think you can manage it.
Sieghart almost gags—not from the toxin, but from the mere thought of having mutual comrades with Dio who may or may not be demons as well.
His initial reaction is to brush it off. Reconnaissance isn't his thing, and too troublesome besides when they're meant to be moving ahead—that is, until Dio suggests that he'd fail. Sieghart bristles. Idiot. The worst. He can't stand him.]
Who do you think I am? Even with my body like this, I can survey any location better than you.
[He just gives Sieghart a look that clearly says "yeah uh-huh okay sure".]
So? What are you waiting for, then? Unless you want to risk it with those painkillers, I've done about all I can for you here. I can't un-break your ribs or magic up an antivenom. You look like you already have that under control, anyway.
[Through the power of Ishida Sanyaku...
Anyway with that said, Dio turns back toward the table to head over there again. The apparent corpse continued to chill. He's free to proceed however he'd like.]
[Huffing and puffing, he all but jumps onto his feet (ow) and storms over to the door. First, he presses his ear against it to ensure that it's clear to open.]
[Well, first of all, he has to walk by the cots to get to the door. As he goes, it seems like the apparent corpse actually shifts a bit. Maybe it's just a light breeze moving the sheets, though.
As Sieghart presses his ear to the door, he'll be able to hear the muffled sound of footsteps and someone(s) laughing and talking, but these sounds appear to gradually be heading right and fading.]
[With his head turned to press an ear up against the door, Sieghart stares unblinking at the corpse. Is this a trick, or does the demon have brain damage? He continues to stare some more, unmoving—daring the corpse to shift again.]
[The corpse(?) doesn't shift again, but it is definitely staring back at him as he looks over! Huh, funky.
Even funkier is that Sieghart will not actually be able to get a good look at their features. He can tell that the body is staring at him, but the features are strangely blurred in a way that makes it hard to focus on them. They're familiar, though - something aching and familiar, like a face from a forgotten dream that he hasn't revisited in quite some time.]
[In other words, it's not something on which to waste his time. What's another ache on top of the pile? After another prolonged moment of staring and listening the while, Sieghart opens the door to slip inside once there's no sound nearby.]
[Most likely not! Though as Sieg progresses into the building, he'll find that he has a little difficult shaking that staring face from his mind.
He enters into a hallway which is vacant, as the sounds had implied. It goes left and right, stretching until both ends hit corners and turn out of his view, since the building is like a square surrounding the outside area. Think like, an apartment with a courtyard at its center since i aki am not sure i'm describing this setting well.]
[It's there, niggling at the back of his mind, while he concentrates his focus on the hallway.
With measured steps so as not to make unnecessary noise, Sieghart takes the left path. As much as he'd like to move quickly, that option is out of his hands when his leg flares up in pain every time he puts weight on it. He listens and watches his surroundings as he moves.]
[The left path seems relatively empty, fortunately for him and his bum leg. Nothing seems to be of note on the stretch of hall he's currently on, but as he reaches the end and turns the corner, he'll find another hall. This one has four doors, all of them looking identical from the outside. As of yet, it doesn't sound like anyone else is approaching from either side.]
When he opens the door, it's dimly lit inside. It will be hard for him to see the exact contents of the room from the door itself. Something within smells faintly metallic, though.]
[Of course he's not going to get clothes that easily, wow! He slips inside of the room and the door closes behind him, because of course it does. If he turns to try the knob, he'll find that it won't open for him just yet.
The room itself is even darker and harder to see in now. The metallic smell is more overwhelming now that he's fully inside of the room, too. He'll also find himself starting to feel a heaviness in his chest: that sort of sinking feeling one may experience just before something terrible happens.]
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Dio will attempt to help Sieghart over to a cot but if his punkass is going to be stubborn, he'll just basically shove him onto one. Binch. There are two guards nearby, and Dio shoos them off on some busywork errand to clear the place before heading over to the table.]
Give me the list from the start. No skipping on detail - this is going to be your last chance to get anything good before you hit Tama.
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What, can't you tell by looking?
[He waves his wrapped hand. Blood's soaked through the bandages after all the abuse it just endured.]
A snake bit me on the leg. My left arm's broken, and my right hand was smashed and slashed—the same goes for behind my shoulder. I'm certain some of my ribs are broken, too.
[He neglects to mention the minor scrapes sustained from crawling through a hole and trawling through a forest, because they're so minor that he can't feel them past the larger injuries. Also, the bullet graze wound is so obvious that he'll call Dio blind if he ends up having to point it out.
Sighing loudly, Sieghart fiddles with the loose collar of his uniform with his good hand.]
The sizing is all off. Don't you have this in a smaller size?
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[His reply is a little snappish, but there's some amount of stress there, too. Every so often, he casts little, darting glances over his shoulder or out toward the front gate.
When he moves back over, it's with some basic supplies in hand. Salve, fresh bandages, a proper sling.]
Hand out. [So he can start to treat it!! As for the question about his uniform:] What, why didn't you grab one in your own size?
[It's almost like some strange entity interfered to make Sieghart look like a clown...
Oh yeah, if he looks around the tent he'll also spot a wanted poster for Vaux Sucksman.]
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He sees that wanted poster and is utterly unsurprised at the confirmation that they're looking for Aikawa. What rankles more is the fact that he has to collude with a fake wearing the face of a demon.
Sieghart holds his bandaged hand out with a displeased expression. Of course, he's still warm from the venom; however, he's already been given medication for its effects.]
There wasn't one.
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Dio will work on cleaning up his nasty hand and re-bandaging it, giving him A Look™ at that.]
There's no way we didn't pack one in your size, so I don't know what you did with it, but it's not on us.
[BINCH. Though after a beat, he'll add:] ...We should have some spares that might fit you better. You should just tack up the hems, though; you're not going to want to stay here long. Really, you should be getting out of here the second we clear your cart.
[He'll reach for whatever arm it is that needs a sling next, even i aki can't keep track of all of sieghart's injuries at this point.]
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He clicks his tongue. Figures. Damn demon can't even supply proper uniforms for an important operation and has the audacity to throw in a comeback.
His left arm is the broken one, so Dio presumably takes that. Sieghart does very little to assist as his gaze wanders to take in more of the tent and the sole other occupant, who's apparently asleep.]
How soon is that going to be?
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But yes the left arm is getting a nice lil sling there you go sir some support for your many broken bones.]
Can't do much about the ribs. We have some painkillers, but I don't think you should be taking them.
[Because that would just give Sieghart more room to go turbo and would thus result in even worse damage! Bad. Sieghart won't see much else of note as he looks around, save the supposedly sleeping occupant and the wanted poster. The air does seem tense, though.]
It should be five, ten minutes tops, unless something goes wrong. [And then, somewhat grimly:] We're down a unit. We don't know what happened to them yet.
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Unfortunately, they have two bodies and a head to see to Tama. Sieghart will exhaust his own body if he must when there are bigger things (literally) at stake.]
Why do you mean, you don't know? Aren't you one of the people in charge here?
[He also jerks his head at the sleeping occupant with a frown. Is it really safe to discuss this in front of someone, no matter their state of consciousness?]
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Anyway he glances over in the direction Sieghart does, looking at the person in the cot before shaking his head.]
--He's dead. [WELP. He just carries on without explaining?!] And I'm not the highest one in the food chain here - you should know that. I can't keep a pulse on everything. Especially not when things start unraveling as fast as they are here. We didn't even have the time to send out a messenger to intercept you.
[The tone with which he speaks indicates no small amount of frustration, though some of it is certainly self-directed.]
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Sieghart does not appear sympathetic to Dio's feelings.]
So, what now? You're down a unit. Are we supposed to do something about that?
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Dio also gives Sieghart a look like he's an idiot.]
We're down a unit. [THEY'RE ON THE SAME SIDE. THOSE ARE SIEGHART'S COMRADES TOO or at least as far as This Dio is concerned, they are.]
There's nothing we can do about it while you're here; we just have to get you through quickly before anyone notices we don't have a full team on the check for your cart. [He nods toward a door nearby leading into the building.] If you really want to grab a new uniform, you might as well head in and do some recon, see if you can hear anything strange. That is, if you think you can manage it.
[With his busted-ass body. :\]
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Sieghart almost gags—not from the toxin, but from the mere thought of having mutual comrades with Dio who may or may not be demons as well.
His initial reaction is to brush it off. Reconnaissance isn't his thing, and too troublesome besides when they're meant to be moving ahead—that is, until Dio suggests that he'd fail. Sieghart bristles. Idiot. The worst. He can't stand him.]
Who do you think I am? Even with my body like this, I can survey any location better than you.
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So? What are you waiting for, then? Unless you want to risk it with those painkillers, I've done about all I can for you here. I can't un-break your ribs or magic up an antivenom. You look like you already have that under control, anyway.
[Through the power of Ishida Sanyaku...
Anyway with that said, Dio turns back toward the table to head over there again. The apparent corpse continued to chill. He's free to proceed however he'd like.]
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[Huffing and puffing, he all but jumps onto his feet (ow) and storms over to the door. First, he presses his ear against it to ensure that it's clear to open.]
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As Sieghart presses his ear to the door, he'll be able to hear the muffled sound of footsteps and someone(s) laughing and talking, but these sounds appear to gradually be heading right and fading.]
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Even funkier is that Sieghart will not actually be able to get a good look at their features. He can tell that the body is staring at him, but the features are strangely blurred in a way that makes it hard to focus on them. They're familiar, though - something aching and familiar, like a face from a forgotten dream that he hasn't revisited in quite some time.]
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He enters into a hallway which is vacant, as the sounds had implied. It goes left and right, stretching until both ends hit corners and turn out of his view, since the building is like a square surrounding the outside area. Think like, an apartment with a courtyard at its center since i aki am not sure i'm describing this setting well.]
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With measured steps so as not to make unnecessary noise, Sieghart takes the left path. As much as he'd like to move quickly, that option is out of his hands when his leg flares up in pain every time he puts weight on it. He listens and watches his surroundings as he moves.]
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When he opens the door, it's dimly lit inside. It will be hard for him to see the exact contents of the room from the door itself. Something within smells faintly metallic, though.]
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However, he's here to gather intel. Anything will do, and he shouldn't loiter out in the hallway for long. He opens the door enough to slip inside.]
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The room itself is even darker and harder to see in now. The metallic smell is more overwhelming now that he's fully inside of the room, too. He'll also find himself starting to feel a heaviness in his chest: that sort of sinking feeling one may experience just before something terrible happens.]
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