09-01-2018, 05:40 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]/ic opinions ahead
He stood there only a few minutes before someone arrived, but it seemed more to him like hours. The form of a quadruped would have been difficult to get used to even if he were in perfect health, and he most certainly was not. Perhaps he should have taken that into account after making the deal- being severely injured tended to come with the territory of "things that should have killed you".
The first to arrive was a child, not one that Paper had encountered directly before. He wouldn't have expected her to heal him, as young as she was, but her panicked reaction was still a sight to behold. Watching her pace about and yell frantically, the jackal said nothing, his wheezing breath serving as enough of a response for now. He could already spot someone else arriving through his good eye, anyhow.
This one also wasn't someone Paper had run into after finding the ruby, though if he reached back far enough, he could locate vague memories from the body's previous occupant. The spotted feline's name was "Kian," and he had a child here. That was enough for now; he doubted he would ever have a need to blackmail this individual, but if he did, there was an easy way. As Kian calmly ordered the child away, then reassured him, he nodded slowly. As weak as this body was, he had no doubts about his ability to keep it alive until help arrived. He was not terribly worried.
Then came Goldenluxury, the one that he had picked out as being incredibly important to the Typhoon as a whole. In a hostage situation, she would be the one to hold at knifepoint, and the rest of the crew (barring perhaps Caesar, the only sensible one here) would do almost anything. The Typhoon he had known would never have let itself revolve around one person... but then the crew had done quite a lot that he would never have expected of them.
Setting those thoughts aside for now- he had technically made a deal that he wouldn't hurt the Typhoon's members, and now, with Paper emotionally unstable, was not the time to break it- he listened closely to her words. "Home," "the Typhoon," "clean your wounds," "do you remember anything" was the best he could gather through the stuttering, but it was close enough. Touching a paw to the ruby, he answered, "Go ahead... and no. Nothing besides my name."
Closing his eyes, he paused, as if thinking. He had decided on a false name on the way back, but it was more convincing to seem hesitant. Finally, he nodded.
"It's Infinitepotential."
He stood there only a few minutes before someone arrived, but it seemed more to him like hours. The form of a quadruped would have been difficult to get used to even if he were in perfect health, and he most certainly was not. Perhaps he should have taken that into account after making the deal- being severely injured tended to come with the territory of "things that should have killed you".
The first to arrive was a child, not one that Paper had encountered directly before. He wouldn't have expected her to heal him, as young as she was, but her panicked reaction was still a sight to behold. Watching her pace about and yell frantically, the jackal said nothing, his wheezing breath serving as enough of a response for now. He could already spot someone else arriving through his good eye, anyhow.
This one also wasn't someone Paper had run into after finding the ruby, though if he reached back far enough, he could locate vague memories from the body's previous occupant. The spotted feline's name was "Kian," and he had a child here. That was enough for now; he doubted he would ever have a need to blackmail this individual, but if he did, there was an easy way. As Kian calmly ordered the child away, then reassured him, he nodded slowly. As weak as this body was, he had no doubts about his ability to keep it alive until help arrived. He was not terribly worried.
Then came Goldenluxury, the one that he had picked out as being incredibly important to the Typhoon as a whole. In a hostage situation, she would be the one to hold at knifepoint, and the rest of the crew (barring perhaps Caesar, the only sensible one here) would do almost anything. The Typhoon he had known would never have let itself revolve around one person... but then the crew had done quite a lot that he would never have expected of them.
Setting those thoughts aside for now- he had technically made a deal that he wouldn't hurt the Typhoon's members, and now, with Paper emotionally unstable, was not the time to break it- he listened closely to her words. "Home," "the Typhoon," "clean your wounds," "do you remember anything" was the best he could gather through the stuttering, but it was close enough. Touching a paw to the ruby, he answered, "Go ahead... and no. Nothing besides my name."
Closing his eyes, he paused, as if thinking. He had decided on a false name on the way back, but it was more convincing to seem hesitant. Finally, he nodded.
"It's Infinitepotential."
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo