06-07-2018, 05:39 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]In all his time spent in the Typhoon, Paper didn't think he'd ever heard the conch blown to signal that there was a meeting. It was almost always Bonnie's shrieking that had alerted him. While he had never particularly liked being woken up by her screeching, it felt lonely, almost, to not hear it this time. (Though the impact that it had had on Pincher definitely wasn't helping.)
As Paper arrived on the scene- he was late again, unfortunately, but that didn't seem to matter much- he winced at the sight of Pincher, soaked and groggy. To think that the captain had been so attached to a pet bird, non-sentient and lacking in intelligence... it was just barely believable. Paper was temporarily distracted by the introduction of new people, all of whom he gave a nod to; even Georgie, as strange as she had been, was a welcome sight at this juncture. Pincher's bleeding nose, however, genuinely unsettled the jackal. Something was terribly, terribly wrong, he could sense it in the air; and he wasn't the only one, as the others were voicing their concerns too.
The rest of the announcements seemed to fade into a blur, as Paper slowly approached the throne, weaving between the others to try and get closer. Every one of his instincts were screaming at him to pay attention, to not ignore these signs; he didn't need any more dead squad members on his paws. The blood now dripping from Pincher's ears, the ice seeming to grow on the outside of the glass, Pincher's eyes flitting about- what could it all mean? This was like nothing Paper had ever seen before. Dehydration, malaria, starvation, none of those causes had this set of symptoms. Was this some sort of jungle disease?
He was too far away when Pincher fell, too late to catch the falling captain.
With a loud yelp, Paper bolted over to Pincher's side, and pressed a paw against his neck to check for his pulse. "It's still beating!" he barked, whipping his head around to face the others. "Lily, what do you need for this?" He would have thought that this, so soon after his visit to Haven Island and his memories of his former squadmates, would have sent him into a panic- but his mind had instead entered a battle trance of sorts, focusing only on what he needed to do to save Pincher. He just... didn't know what he needed to do yet.
As Paper arrived on the scene- he was late again, unfortunately, but that didn't seem to matter much- he winced at the sight of Pincher, soaked and groggy. To think that the captain had been so attached to a pet bird, non-sentient and lacking in intelligence... it was just barely believable. Paper was temporarily distracted by the introduction of new people, all of whom he gave a nod to; even Georgie, as strange as she had been, was a welcome sight at this juncture. Pincher's bleeding nose, however, genuinely unsettled the jackal. Something was terribly, terribly wrong, he could sense it in the air; and he wasn't the only one, as the others were voicing their concerns too.
The rest of the announcements seemed to fade into a blur, as Paper slowly approached the throne, weaving between the others to try and get closer. Every one of his instincts were screaming at him to pay attention, to not ignore these signs; he didn't need any more dead squad members on his paws. The blood now dripping from Pincher's ears, the ice seeming to grow on the outside of the glass, Pincher's eyes flitting about- what could it all mean? This was like nothing Paper had ever seen before. Dehydration, malaria, starvation, none of those causes had this set of symptoms. Was this some sort of jungle disease?
He was too far away when Pincher fell, too late to catch the falling captain.
With a loud yelp, Paper bolted over to Pincher's side, and pressed a paw against his neck to check for his pulse. "It's still beating!" he barked, whipping his head around to face the others. "Lily, what do you need for this?" He would have thought that this, so soon after his visit to Haven Island and his memories of his former squadmates, would have sent him into a panic- but his mind had instead entered a battle trance of sorts, focusing only on what he needed to do to save Pincher. He just... didn't know what he needed to do yet.
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo