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[toxickiss]

[As the PCD shakes considerably, muttered curses could be heard stumbled out as the camera passes over pale skin, blood, and the outside of Veles' walls. Lily's sitting on the ground, probably with the device propped on one of the knees as she's leaning back against the wall. She looks pale and feverish, with a few yellowing patches. Before talking there's a few wet chesty coughs, Lily muttering off to the side before back-swiping at air.]

So, guess I should say right away that I'm not infected.

[She just looks like she's going through the beginning stages, as she covers her mouth with a hand that's covered in some dried and some fresh blood, along with other substances. Something keeps catching her attention for less than a second every now and then, making it hard to continue through and finish sentences.]

Don't know who's... Who's available, but I mostly need someone who knows how to deal with poisons, toxins or whatever just as much as injuries. I- no, I'm not interested It's stronger than what I've had to deal with from last time.

[A swipe in the air, muttering again though it could be heard as 'bugger off.']

A little aid would be nice, though.

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[toxickiss]

When the actual wound is mostly healed, sure it is...

[Very true that he'll be going faster than her limping about. She's just a horrible damsel in distress. It figures that she is normally.]

Do you even know where the clinic is?

[strategic_guile]

*just a snort as he walks on, and -true to his word- he isn't making weight jokes... yet*

Nope. It shouldn't be so hard to find.

[toxickiss]

...

[If she was the face-palming type, Blaine. She would do it so hard]

Well, now I know I'm going to end up being too heavy for you before we get there.

[strategic_guile]

*chuckles* Once we got to the city I was going to drop you anyway.

[toxickiss]

You better mean 'drop' as in a gentle and considerate manner to my feet. Otherwise holding back mule jokes would be on pause to give you a very fitting name.

[strategic_guile]

*just laughs* Maybe.

[toxickiss]

You better be gentle. I'd end up thinking you were pissed at me, or something.

[Because obviously Blaine has no reason to be.]

[strategic_guile]

*have a pat on yor ass* I'm kidding. I want you on your feet as soon as possible.

[toxickiss]

Good. I think it also goes without saying, but the pole dancing lessons will have to be replaced with practice until I'm better.

[And as they get further and further away from Veles, the odor of (slightly ripe) apples and almonds will end up getting more and more apparent as the dampening effect starts to wear off.]

[strategic_guile]

What? Can't handle the pole with one leg? I'm disappointed. *amused, and then a little while later*

You don't leak cyanide gas do you?

[toxickiss]

It's not about the leg...

[Stays quiet for a bit before sighing. This position is giving her a new kind of headache.]

The stink from sweat spreads out. I don't see that being so different. Guess you're smelling it even better with my leg in front, considering that pus is the toxins I make.

[strategic_guile]

*thoughtful hum as he adjusts her and moves with a longer stride; they're getting pretty close now* Well, if I pass out, crawl to Adstring and send help back for me.

[toxickiss]

[Breathes out a laugh.]

You're not going to pass out. I haven't, despite how long I've had it going after my system. If your nose starts feeling numb, then you'll just set me down and we'll both walk the rest of the way. If you're still not feeling well when I start to improve, I'll give you the antitoxin.

... After we get some samples. I'd like to try something with this stuff when I'm on my feet again.

[strategic_guile]

How do you make anti-toxin? Not some vile of your blood, is it? *watching the city come closer and closer*

Fuck, it's hot.

[toxickiss]

[She's totally not going to answer that. It's one of those things best left unknown, anyway.]

Of course it's hot. You've been walking across a wasteland carrying what you've had as well as a woman that's less than half a foot shorter than you over your shoulder. Even if the weather was chillier, it'd feel hot.

[strategic_guile]

*pinches her ass* Shut up and let me gripe, will you?

[toxickiss]

Oow.... Who even pinches anymore?

[It's like people pulling ears.]

[strategic_guile]

You want me to do something else? *he'll give her a good whap on the ass instead*

[toxickiss]

Hey! You don't own that piece to smack around anymore, remember?

[strategic_guile]

Oh, so I have to own it to play with it? News to me. *highly amused as he adjusts her again and takes a breath; almost there, thank god her ass is heavy*

[toxickiss]

That or ask nicely~ What, you thought keeping your hands off when it was merchandise would score up points to use later?

[Coughs a bit again. Mostly I've gotten lazy about bringing up the symptoms. Woo~ But this time it was also to buy a little thinking time before she poked him in the lower back.]

Come on, that's enough lugging me around like a sack of potatoes.You need to air your shoulder off, and I need to get all this blood out of my head from being like this.

[strategic_guile]

Nah. I just can't resist smacking a nice ass when it's right by my face.

*if he puts her down he's NOT picking her back up, but the distance is a quarter mile or a touch more, so after walking a few more steps he crouches and as lightly as he can sets her on her feet; he's sweating pretty hard and pushes his hair back and out of his face, plastering it away from his face; he wipes his brow with his jumpsuit collar and rolls up his sleeves*

Heaviest sack of potatoes ever.

[toxickiss]

Join in the lessons, and yours could be just as nice.

[First put most of the weight on her left leg, keeping a grip on Blaine's shoulder. Of course she's expecting that her hair's an absolute mess right now, but instead of trying to clean it up Lily just shakes her head until it's mostly to the back again, or at least out of her face. She almost didn't hear that last comment.

Almost.

Which is why he's getting a light back handed smack in the chest.]

And you're the sweatiest jack-ass ever. Come on, if it's still too hot, you can undo half the jumpsuit and tie the sleeves around you or something. If you're lucky, we'll get a nice breeze.

[strategic_guile]

Not sure the boss swinging around on a stripper pole invokes much confidence.

*despite his tannish skin, he can still burn; he contemplates the distance before deciding 15 minutes more of walking won't char him and strips his arms out of the sleeves and sighs in relief; totally ignoring her light slap*

Still need an arm to lean on? Thought hat smell is really coming off in waves now. Stay downwind.

[toxickiss]

It might help boost their confidence, actually. Unless it turns out you were a pro back home.

[Sighs and moves to get in a good position to use Blaine's shoulder so she could walk without going sideways. Blaine's at least got a chance and some time before burning, if he does. Plus, the air would do better than dehydrating before they get to a clinic.]

Not my fault it's so strong now. Didn't even realize it did that... Could be maturity, I guess? I haven't had the toxins going through my system without the dampened effects for... about a year and a half now? I was barely off the dampeners back in my home world before having shown up in Veles, and you know how that just loves taking stuff from us.