RO > call me out; a forever open RP post, version 2

[midvalley]

NEW OPEN RP POST

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[wavewalker]

Stop your fussing. [ Ian holds out a hand, keeping Owen at a distance. ] I’ll be fine. I just need a moment.

[ He stays as he is a moment or two longer, hand pressed over his chest, until at last his breathing evens out. He pulls his hand away. His shirt is punctured and bloody, but the flesh beneath it is completely unscathed. ] What upon the earth do you people make your bullets out of?

[enraptored]

Lead. Coated in copper or steel, usually. [ That was probably a rhetorical question, Owen. But, given that Ian jus spontaneously heard himself, we'll cut him some slack. ]

What the hell just happened?

[wavewalker]

[ That was a rhetorical question, but nevertheless nice information to have. Ian gets to his feet, offering Owen a hand up. ]

I believe I shot at our friends and they shot back. Or did you mean-? [ he makes a vague gesture at his own chest. ] When you accept a job from the god of death, you’re not allowed to die until that job is finished. It’d be a decent enough perk, if not for how much knitting yourself back together hurts.

[enraptored]

... Right.

[ he misses the simpler times when walking past an Apatosaurus and clicker-training a squad of Velociraptors was the weirdest part of his day.

And speaking of his former squad, Blue approaches cautiously, blood dripping from her muzzle, and while Owen doesn't have a weak stomach for violence, he resolutely does not turn to see what became of the soldier she attacked. He at least hopes it was quick and painless. ]

I'm noticing your buddy still hasn't pulled you back home, by the way.