01-03-2020, 06:14 AM
Abathur was, frankly, startled by the screaming.
One of his daily walks to the border was suddenly interrupted by - well, by the screaming. There was no other way to put it, really. The sounds of anguish were enough to put him on edge, to make his hairs stand on end and push him to a scramble, preparing his mind for anything. A medical emergency, a murder... something worse, maybe. He didn't know, but he did know that his instincts were burning inside him, telling him to go help if he could, to go see if there was a life to save. That was what he was, these days. His quiet life of reading and learning was interrupted by blood more often than not, these days. These days, these days, these days... This was the third time he was in an emergency, the second time it was at the border (from the signs, at least), and the first time he would run into it.
Immediately, upon seeing the figures of Aurum and Crow, he relaxed, though only a little bit. "Greetings, excuse self, here to help," he said loudly, moving to look at the injured person, nerves that had flared up quickly quenched by the calm that came with focus. "Subject Aurum, please move - additionally, you will not overexert self. No carrying others until healed." It was odd, acting like this, like a caretaker, but it was a nice kind of odd. He couldn't quite describe it, but it was... fulfilling. Even if he didn't want to go into medicine, it was enough to make him consider it, to consider giving himself into a life of stress and worry, of careful concentration, of healing. Then again, he seemed to have a foot fully in that life already, so...
"Need first-aid supplies," the giant spider would first tell Crow, then saying, "assist self if subject has training, otherwise, get Selby. Please." After he gave his commands as the medic on site, he would turn his attention to Sam, examining her carefully with his many eyes, the idea that she might be uncomfortable with him so close very far from his mind at the moment. "Can subject - can you speak? Would be helpful," he would ask, deep tone laced in some emotion adjacent to worry, as he prepared the supplies Crow brought with him.
One of his daily walks to the border was suddenly interrupted by - well, by the screaming. There was no other way to put it, really. The sounds of anguish were enough to put him on edge, to make his hairs stand on end and push him to a scramble, preparing his mind for anything. A medical emergency, a murder... something worse, maybe. He didn't know, but he did know that his instincts were burning inside him, telling him to go help if he could, to go see if there was a life to save. That was what he was, these days. His quiet life of reading and learning was interrupted by blood more often than not, these days. These days, these days, these days... This was the third time he was in an emergency, the second time it was at the border (from the signs, at least), and the first time he would run into it.
Immediately, upon seeing the figures of Aurum and Crow, he relaxed, though only a little bit. "Greetings, excuse self, here to help," he said loudly, moving to look at the injured person, nerves that had flared up quickly quenched by the calm that came with focus. "Subject Aurum, please move - additionally, you will not overexert self. No carrying others until healed." It was odd, acting like this, like a caretaker, but it was a nice kind of odd. He couldn't quite describe it, but it was... fulfilling. Even if he didn't want to go into medicine, it was enough to make him consider it, to consider giving himself into a life of stress and worry, of careful concentration, of healing. Then again, he seemed to have a foot fully in that life already, so...
"Need first-aid supplies," the giant spider would first tell Crow, then saying, "assist self if subject has training, otherwise, get Selby. Please." After he gave his commands as the medic on site, he would turn his attention to Sam, examining her carefully with his many eyes, the idea that she might be uncomfortable with him so close very far from his mind at the moment. "Can subject - can you speak? Would be helpful," he would ask, deep tone laced in some emotion adjacent to worry, as he prepared the supplies Crow brought with him.
tags - "speech"