[Sieghart is feeling so much violence toward animals today...
Thanks for the assist though, buddy. The child will cough up some more water and spit on sweet Sieghart before collapsing onto him, starting to cry again. Good lord. The water may be out of his lungs but the DESPAIR isn't out of his SOUL!! Or, like, the adrenaline and fear from being chased off a wholeass cliff by a bear.
Still, even though it's clear that the child is losing his whole entire mind right now, he has the wherewithal to eventually reach up and pat at Sieghart's face.]
Are you okay—?! You got hit--!
[By the bear! By the water! By some rocks! Everything became Sieghart's enemy in this moment. At least some of the stink from decomposed head has been washed away...]
[Everywhere aches, but the right side of his back where claws slashed through skin like butter stings now that attention has been brought to it. Stiffly, he shrugs the haori off and ties it tightly around his back and right shoulder for compression. Once that's finished, he gives his mangled right hand a wry look; at least it's still functional.]
I'll be okay, so don't worry about me.
[He gives the child a pat on the head, then pushes himself onto his feet.]
You did good, hanging on all the way. Now let's get going before the bear sniffs us out again.
[THIS MAN IS SO BANGED UP. Also, as the adrenaline starts to wear off, he'll notice that he's beginning to feel a little feverish, too. The bitten leg isn't swelling much just yet, but it feels like it's starting to, and the pain radiating from the bite worsens. He'll find it difficult to put his entire weight on that leg now.
The child sniffles as his head is pat, before reaching out for Sieghart's mangled hand. Nasty and tragic.]
Let me help first! I can wrap this up before we go!
[After speaking, he's already starting to unbundle himself from his little hanten. It doesn't seem like there's any encroaching wildlife... No snakes or bears, at least! Perhaps they are safe for now?]
[There's the fever. He shifts his weight onto his other leg. The venom has spread this much. He needs to hurry up: Only then will he be able to crash on a couch or bed and sleep everything off.]
Ah, thanks.
[He doesn't trust this place in the slightest, so he remains on high alert while the child wraps his hand.]
[His poor leggy... At least he didn't break his other one. Wouldn't that be wild? Just hobbling along through the forest with one snake leg and one broken leg?
The child is able to work pretty swiftly, at least, wrapping up Sieghart's hand as best he can with his jacket. It's not exactly the most sanitized thing to use as a bandaid, but it's probably?? At least slightly better?? Than just allowing an open wound to be hanging out in the forest. Maybe.
Anyway. As Sieghart remains on high alert, he'll notice that the area does seem to be a little strangely absent in general wildlife noises. He won't catch the sound of any cracking twigs or the like, though. The rain also slowly begins to trickle off into nothingness as the storm also rolls past Sieghart. The shore seems pretty wide and rocky rather than sandy, both sides stretching out farther than he can see. The river appears to be flowing from North to South.]
Is that okay...?
[It's actually pretty well done for a kid, but that's probably not surprising considering what the area he'd been "living" at looked like.]
[Yes, a snake leg would be wild, because most snakes don't have legs.
Sieghart wipes his face with his other hand, though it wouldn't have mattered which one he used when both arms are hurting for different reasons. Too quiet is just as bad as too noisy.]
Yeah. Good job.
[Delegating the bundle to the broken arm, he beckons for the child to follow with his wrapped hand as he looks westward. Is that the forest?]
The child sniffles a little, patting Sieghart's newly bandaged hand sadly, as if that will be the magic stitch that he needs to keep his hand together.
Westward is the forest! Eastward is also a forest. Both seem like they could be a little hard to access at the moment considering they're both fifty feet above where Sieghart currently is. The cliff he'd taken a trip off of seems less like one single point where the land came to an end, and more like a wall on either side of the river - at least for a fair distance. Out north, it looks like the slope of the cliff eventually starts to lessen, so maybe it'll reach the river's level in that direction. Looking south, the cliff face appears to extend out much farther, so he can't see if the slope ever lessens.]
Sieghart ponders the directions. If the map wanted him to go past the forest and said forest spat him out at the cliff's edge, he was probably meant to descend, in which case it would be a waste to backtrack by taking a route that would have led him here on foot. He nods to himself and shifts his body. South, it is.]
[Tragically the sad pat does nothing to cure what ails sweet Sieghart, but a least he has a companion that's worried about him...
The child will cling even closer than before, clutching at Sieghart's side like he's afraid the dude's gonna just straight up collapse at any second. Which, for anyone who wasn't a terminator, would probably happen! But Sieghart's got plenty of experience with just forcing his way through unpleasant situations, so he'll be fine, probably.
He chooses to go south! Wouldn't that be funny if going north toward the sloped cliff had just led him right back to the bear. It's fine, the bear's on the other side of the river (maybe). They walk along the shore, which is pretty sparse in terms of cover, but they appear to be entirely alone out here so maybe that isn't much of an issue.
As they continue to walk, the pain in Sieghart's leg continues to grow, and he'll begin to feel a little nauseous. But hey! At least he's not blacking out or dying (yet)! He might want to try dealing with that, though. Or he can just keep terminatoring his way down the bank, I don't know his life.]
[It would be great if he could just lie down, die, and come back healthy. Unfortunately, that isn't an option in these tiresome times.
Sieghart can force his way through most things; this is true. However, he also knows better than to force himself when there's a lull like this. His stomach swims and he stops walking to push down the urge to retch. What can he do, though? The venom is already in his system, and tourniqueting or compressing isn't the way when swelling is imminent. In the end, he takes a moment to steady himself before reaching down to dab at the bite with the wet hem of his clothes, then at his face with a sleeve to cool down.
And then he's back on his feet and on his way with the child and bundle in tow.]
[My favorite part about these things are when people with actual medical knowledge try to apply that to CYOAs, as if i aki have any idea how snake bites actually work and am following a linear and logical progression here.
Anyway! Sieghart's out here gently dabbing at his nastyass bite which looks very yucky and red and will probably soon be infected considering he went for a dip in river water. The child gives him a worried look.]
...You don't look good...
[But alas, what's a lone child to do? He and the bundle and Sieghart go toting along down the river.
Eventually, he'll spot something up ahead. The night sky is beginning to lighten just a bit and he's not battling with the shadows of foliage, so he'll have a little more visual clarity than before. There's what appears to be a small, wooden waterfront house, nondescript in all ways. The windows are currently dark, and the front door is shut. There's a dock on the river right in front of it which looks like it might keep a small vessel, but there doesn't appear to be any boat docked there at the moment.
[The child glances up and down the river, but as he and presumably Sieghart both take a look around, they won't see any boats in visible range. On the plus side, the river here certainly looks less treacherous than the part that they had fallen into earlier!]
No... Should I go look up the river a little, Si-san?
[This place is out to destroy his leg. He has to rest it as much as he can, or he won't be able to move it anymore. After a moment of deliberation, he nods.]
Don't go too far. If you hear something, come back right away.
Somewhat reluctantly, the child lets go of Sieghart with a nod.]
Okay... I'll be right back! Don't throw up.
[Apparently he looks like he might be at risk of doing so... But with that, the child darts up and away! He's heading further south, and will eventually get to a point where he can't go much further without ducking out of Sieg's line of sight. He looks like he's contemplating doing so.
If Sieg's looking around a bit and not just focused fully on the child in this time, he might notice that a bit up the way, there seems to be something in the water.]
[Well, it's a good thing there's a river into which he can throw up and hide the evidence, then.
He gave the child explicit instructions. The child had better not go too far. Sieghart does notice, though, and he limps up the way to investigate and keep the child in his sights at once.]
Well, this is probably fine. The child's affection stat is high enough for Sieghart that he will, in fact, listen to the instructions given and not go too far. He would have strayed perhaps a bit out of Sieghart's line of sight if Sieghart hadn't moved, but he's a-limpin' his way along, so he can keep visuals on the child.
As for what he finds in the water, it appears to be... some rocks! Sticking out in a nice, neat little trail. It's not an easy bridge, but it might be better than swimming. Especially since the child trots back over and simply shakes his head.]
[Balancing on rocks is, in fact, better than swimming. He'll have to be careful not to slip in his feverish, battered state, but taking the trail will be less exhausting. He motions for the child.]
No. This is my burden. You just worry about yourself.
[He won't stop the child from running ahead, though. This head is his responsibility and he won't saddle the child with such a nasty package. Onto the rocks, he goes.]
[The child's expression implies he might want to argue, but he decides not to, since he doesn't want Sieghart to spend any energy arguing.
He won't be going first, though. He's going to wait until Sieghart goes first, like he thinks he'll actually be able to do anything at all to help if this wholeass adult man goes slip-sliding off the rocks. It's fine.
Anyway, i aki feel like being a merciful god, so even with that ABYSMAL roll, Sieghart will be able to cross with a lot of difficulty, but without losing his head. His leg is going to be in some fierce pain by the time he nearly gets to the other side, and he's going to feel the onset of some mild vertigo. Still, he's keeping purchase on the slippery rocks.
But right before he's able to jump off and onto dry land again, an enormous salmon the size of his whole torso leaps out of the water and flop-crashes into the side of his head.]
[Between the salmon and the vertigo, his body stands no chance. His legs attempt to keep him upright, but the rock on which he stands is slippery. The salmon bodies Sieghart into the water right at the finish line.
He hates everything. Sieghart sputters and, ignoring the salmon in favor of air, splashes upright and throws himself onto land.]
[There's a little squawking sound of surprise from the child as Sieghart just gets wholeass bodied by the salmon, and he hops quickly onto the last few rocks so he can reach this drowned rat as he drags himself out of the water.]
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Thanks for the assist though, buddy. The child will cough up some more water and spit on sweet Sieghart before collapsing onto him, starting to cry again. Good lord. The water may be out of his lungs but the DESPAIR isn't out of his SOUL!! Or, like, the adrenaline and fear from being chased off a wholeass cliff by a bear.
Still, even though it's clear that the child is losing his whole entire mind right now, he has the wherewithal to eventually reach up and pat at Sieghart's face.]
Are you okay—?! You got hit--!
[By the bear! By the water! By some rocks! Everything became Sieghart's enemy in this moment. At least some of the stink from decomposed head has been washed away...]
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[Everywhere aches, but the right side of his back where claws slashed through skin like butter stings now that attention has been brought to it. Stiffly, he shrugs the haori off and ties it tightly around his back and right shoulder for compression. Once that's finished, he gives his mangled right hand a wry look; at least it's still functional.]
I'll be okay, so don't worry about me.
[He gives the child a pat on the head, then pushes himself onto his feet.]
You did good, hanging on all the way. Now let's get going before the bear sniffs us out again.
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The child sniffles as his head is pat, before reaching out for Sieghart's mangled hand. Nasty and tragic.]
Let me help first! I can wrap this up before we go!
[After speaking, he's already starting to unbundle himself from his little hanten. It doesn't seem like there's any encroaching wildlife... No snakes or bears, at least! Perhaps they are safe for now?]
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Ah, thanks.
[He doesn't trust this place in the slightest, so he remains on high alert while the child wraps his hand.]
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The child is able to work pretty swiftly, at least, wrapping up Sieghart's hand as best he can with his jacket. It's not exactly the most sanitized thing to use as a bandaid, but it's probably?? At least slightly better?? Than just allowing an open wound to be hanging out in the forest. Maybe.
Anyway. As Sieghart remains on high alert, he'll notice that the area does seem to be a little strangely absent in general wildlife noises. He won't catch the sound of any cracking twigs or the like, though. The rain also slowly begins to trickle off into nothingness as the storm also rolls past Sieghart. The shore seems pretty wide and rocky rather than sandy, both sides stretching out farther than he can see. The river appears to be flowing from North to South.]
Is that okay...?
[It's actually pretty well done for a kid, but that's probably not surprising considering what the area he'd been "living" at looked like.]
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Sieghart wipes his face with his other hand, though it wouldn't have mattered which one he used when both arms are hurting for different reasons. Too quiet is just as bad as too noisy.]
Yeah. Good job.
[Delegating the bundle to the broken arm, he beckons for the child to follow with his wrapped hand as he looks westward. Is that the forest?]
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The child sniffles a little, patting Sieghart's newly bandaged hand sadly, as if that will be the magic stitch that he needs to keep his hand together.
Westward is the forest! Eastward is also a forest. Both seem like they could be a little hard to access at the moment considering they're both fifty feet above where Sieghart currently is. The cliff he'd taken a trip off of seems less like one single point where the land came to an end, and more like a wall on either side of the river - at least for a fair distance. Out north, it looks like the slope of the cliff eventually starts to lessen, so maybe it'll reach the river's level in that direction. Looking south, the cliff face appears to extend out much farther, so he can't see if the slope ever lessens.]
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Sieghart ponders the directions. If the map wanted him to go past the forest and said forest spat him out at the cliff's edge, he was probably meant to descend, in which case it would be a waste to backtrack by taking a route that would have led him here on foot. He nods to himself and shifts his body. South, it is.]
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The child will cling even closer than before, clutching at Sieghart's side like he's afraid the dude's gonna just straight up collapse at any second. Which, for anyone who wasn't a terminator, would probably happen! But Sieghart's got plenty of experience with just forcing his way through unpleasant situations, so he'll be fine, probably.
He chooses to go south! Wouldn't that be funny if going north toward the sloped cliff had just led him right back to the bear. It's fine, the bear's on the other side of the river (maybe). They walk along the shore, which is pretty sparse in terms of cover, but they appear to be entirely alone out here so maybe that isn't much of an issue.
As they continue to walk, the pain in Sieghart's leg continues to grow, and he'll begin to feel a little nauseous. But hey! At least he's not blacking out or dying (yet)! He might want to try dealing with that, though. Or he can just keep terminatoring his way down the bank, I don't know his life.]
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Sieghart can force his way through most things; this is true. However, he also knows better than to force himself when there's a lull like this. His stomach swims and he stops walking to push down the urge to retch. What can he do, though? The venom is already in his system, and tourniqueting or compressing isn't the way when swelling is imminent. In the end, he takes a moment to steady himself before reaching down to dab at the bite with the wet hem of his clothes, then at his face with a sleeve to cool down.
And then he's back on his feet and on his way with the child and bundle in tow.]
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Anyway! Sieghart's out here gently dabbing at his nastyass bite which looks very yucky and red and will probably soon be infected considering he went for a dip in river water. The child gives him a worried look.]
...You don't look good...
[But alas, what's a lone child to do? He and the bundle and Sieghart go toting along down the river.
Eventually, he'll spot something up ahead. The night sky is beginning to lighten just a bit and he's not battling with the shadows of foliage, so he'll have a little more visual clarity than before. There's what appears to be a small, wooden waterfront house, nondescript in all ways. The windows are currently dark, and the front door is shut. There's a dock on the river right in front of it which looks like it might keep a small vessel, but there doesn't appear to be any boat docked there at the moment.
Also, it's on the other side of the river.]
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[One way or another, he'll make it so.
Across the house and dock, Sieghart stares crossly. This is just his luck. He exhales through his nose and looks around for signs of the absent boat.]
Do you see a boat anywhere?
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No... Should I go look up the river a little, Si-san?
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Don't go too far. If you hear something, come back right away.
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Somewhat reluctantly, the child lets go of Sieghart with a nod.]
Okay... I'll be right back! Don't throw up.
[Apparently he looks like he might be at risk of doing so... But with that, the child darts up and away! He's heading further south, and will eventually get to a point where he can't go much further without ducking out of Sieg's line of sight. He looks like he's contemplating doing so.
If Sieg's looking around a bit and not just focused fully on the child in this time, he might notice that a bit up the way, there seems to be something in the water.]
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He gave the child explicit instructions. The child had better not go too far. Sieghart does notice, though, and he limps up the way to investigate and keep the child in his sights at once.]
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Well, this is probably fine. The child's affection stat is high enough for Sieghart that he will, in fact, listen to the instructions given and not go too far. He would have strayed perhaps a bit out of Sieghart's line of sight if Sieghart hadn't moved, but he's a-limpin' his way along, so he can keep visuals on the child.
As for what he finds in the water, it appears to be... some rocks! Sticking out in a nice, neat little trail. It's not an easy bridge, but it might be better than swimming. Especially since the child trots back over and simply shakes his head.]
I didn't see anything.
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We'll use these rocks to make our way across.
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...Is it going to be okay?
[For Sieghart specifically?? He's not worried about himself, he's a strong little dude. After a second, he nods toward the cursed bundle.]
Should I carry that?
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[He won't stop the child from running ahead, though. This head is his responsibility and he won't saddle the child with such a nasty package. Onto the rocks, he goes.]
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He won't be going first, though. He's going to wait until Sieghart goes first, like he thinks he'll actually be able to do anything at all to help if this wholeass adult man goes slip-sliding off the rocks. It's fine.
Anyway, i aki feel like being a merciful god, so even with that ABYSMAL roll, Sieghart will be able to cross with a lot of difficulty, but without losing his head. His leg is going to be in some fierce pain by the time he nearly gets to the other side, and he's going to feel the onset of some mild vertigo. Still, he's keeping purchase on the slippery rocks.
But right before he's able to jump off and onto dry land again, an enormous salmon the size of his whole torso leaps out of the water and flop-crashes into the side of his head.]
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[Between the salmon and the vertigo, his body stands no chance. His legs attempt to keep him upright, but the rock on which he stands is slippery. The salmon bodies Sieghart into the water right at the finish line.
He hates everything. Sieghart sputters and, ignoring the salmon in favor of air, splashes upright and throws himself onto land.]
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Si-san! Why do animals hate you...
[WHY INDEED.
Anyway, as Sieghart is pulling himself onto land, he might notice a shape bobbing on the water in the distance...]