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Who: Everyone
When: July 1 and onward. See this post for info.
Where: Kauto + Chioni + Ingress Complex
Warnings: Potential violence. Please label warn-worthy content in your subject headers.

There's a burst of light in the sky when the Ingress breaks, a final flare followed by a shuddering that only those in the facility can feel. A flurry of panicked activity in the complex follows, ushering new arrivals to where they need to go in a hurry, with little time to give them the needed information, much less answer questions. The lights remain on, but dimmer now, life functions still operating but little else. On Kauto and Chioni below, the sky fades into an early twilight, followed by night, and day does not come again.

nerds save the world

Before the end of the day, all TABs receive an emergency broadcast notification outlining the situation. The speaker, a lead Savriite Ingress technician, does not invite panic but nor does he mince words. The Ingress is broken; their best efforts have failed to restore it. The time has come to turn to anyone who can help: scientists, engineers, those who have worked with advanced technology on any world. Formal qualifications don't matter when it could be the end of everything.

"Help us. Before it is too late."

Those who come will have the run of the complex and full access to the Ingress, as well as whatever tools are available and as much coffee as they can drink. People are encouraged to work in groups and share ideas, and a small number of young and nervous technical assistants will be on hand.

the land below

As Thisavrou is denied light and warmth, the weather becomes brisk and descends into bitter cold. Chioni is evacuated due to the effects on the already-harsh weather cycles there, although a skeleton crew of scientists remain behind. On Kauto, the arboreal Region Three and pastoral Region Two suffer the most from the temperatures and the snow that eventually begins to fall. Many crops are frozen over, and refugee citizens are driven from their homes to the Regions One and Five, where stored energy will keep dwellings warm. Save for those who choose to leave the underwater facilities, Region Four remains largely unchanged, but there are unverified accounts of strange aquatic animal behavior near the surface.

Overcrowding, limited supplies and a pervasive fear presents the opportunity for both heroism and foul deeds. Many come together to share resources, supplies and fellowship in what could be the end of worlds, while others take what they can from the unwilling or exploit the desperate. Sentient evacuees are followed by fauna from Region Three and unsettled lands beyond, in search of warmth or food or merely confused by the change in habitat. Some are unthreatening herbivores, while tanglesnakes and clownbees are more troublesome. Others are poisonous hunters, while still others are small, but dangerous when faced as a pack.

Just when all seems lost, light returns to the sky. The Ingress begins to function once more.

the coming days

As the temperatures rise, many demand answers, but most turn to the rebuilding of their lives first. Damage has been done that isn't so easily fixed, and even in the least-affected areas, remnants of the crisis show in the lack of fresh food, in the increased signs of criminal activity. Those who can help others through their own efforts of by organizing assistance are needed, but those with impure intentions are more likely to go unnoticed.

Eavesdropping on the streets may reveal a desire for vengeance. "Those intruders from last week. They're responsible for this, aren't they? What's being done?" But don't listen too closely, or a suspicious eye may be turned on you. "Aren't you one of the refugees from the Midway Hub? You should return to where you came from! All the trouble began when your people showed up!"

Life goes on. But life does not go on unchanged.

[quick ooc note: the Region 4 search & retrieval mission/RNG fight will be posted in a separate log.]

Comments

Dorian Pavus | OTA | warning for mild violence and face burning

[liberaltus]

the land below . region 1 . outside lunam et sidus

[Dorian's decision to hole himself up in his apothecary was born more out of practicality and responsibility (ugh...responsibility, there was a reason he avoided leadership roles) than any real desire to hole himself up in a building that was probably colder inside than it was on the outside. Even though Region 1 wasn't suffering quite as hard as some of the others, he still had on the heaviest battlemage armor in his collection, giving him that hawkish, militaristic look about him. Probably didn't do him any favors, but he wasn't stupid, he knew what he looked like: less the amiable mage with the witty tongue and a flirtatious remark for anyone patient enough to engage him in conversation and more the threat. It wasn't without intent either, if he had to be threatening then he would be, it was that simple. He had few scruples about defending himself with deadly force when it came to it, not that he was a violent man, he was simply to pretty too die.

In addition, anyone who'd ever been inside of his apothecary would certainly have reason to want to break in, especially with the present climate, and Dorian wasn't referring to the blistering cold. There were dangerous objects in his shop, objects that the natives could use against the intruders, as they were being called lately. His Antivan Fire could be especially destructive by someone motivated to use it for ill-intended purposes and his instincts served him well. A small band of thieves were clustered just outside of his shop preparing to break in.]

Wonderful, a mob, what a perfect way to ruin my day. [Of course it comes out far too cheery for someone who's day was clearly ruined long before this.] I'm not disposed to acts of violence gentlemen...ah...oh...you're a lady, my apologies, it's not very ladylike to attempt to break into one's shop is it?

[Not that Dorian went out of his way to strike ladies, but he'll defend himself against anyone who posed a threat.

Of course his commentary earned him some back chat along the lines of his shop being in their region...and he was an intruder...and intruders shouldn't have the right to own property, never mind setting up shops...blah, blah, blah." He stopped listening a long time ago.]

The same old rot, you've been spewing it for days, doesn't it ever get old? No...I don't suppose it does well...[Dorian scanned his options carefully a soft sigh on his lips before he noticed two of their number attempting to bear down on him]...I didn't want to do this the hard way, but if you insist.

[Which was the cue, apparently, for everyone to attack at once and for the moment, at least, Dorian forewent the urge to use magic. He was a mage, he carried a staff, and he knew how to fight with it without using magic. He did quite well for himself, at least at first. Their numbers were both distracting and problematic and it wasn't long before he was blindsided by one of his attackers who managed to slam him face first into the pavement...well that was dizzying. As he was attempting to lever his body up and remove his face from a pool of his own blood, he had unsolicited assistance as one of the natives held him from behind while another one attempted to drive some sort of bladed wepon into his gut.

Fortunately for him, the battlemage armor stopped the blade from doing any real damage and that put the cheekiest of grins on Dorian's lips.] I know it doesn't look like much, it's even a bit gauche, but it serves it's purpose.

[Not entirely certain where he even found the strength given the fact that his brief encounter with the pavement still had him pinwheeling, Dorian managed to break the hold his attacker had on him using a move Venom had taught him (he would have to kiss the man when next he saw him). Though not at all certain what the self defense move was, it was enough to get his arms free so he could put the one holding him on the ground. It gave him a moment of distraction that enabled him to summon magic into his hand, it was wondrous in a sense that it transformed everything from the tips of his fingers right up to his forearm into something molten and dangerous...horrifying in that he put that same hand to the face of the one who knifed him.

He didn't seem to heed the shriek of pain as flesh melted beneath his fist and he didn't let up until he was satisfied that he'd horrified everyone around him enough to send them scrambling. One or two lagging behind to pick up their fallen comrade who'd fainted from the pain by this time, evacuating with chants of you'll pay for this...blah, blah, blah] I'm only too certain that I will.

[Did he seem concerned, not really.]

Throws in a templar-shaped wrench.

[undyingbeliefs]

[Evangeline was mildly familiar with chaos. So it wasn't terribly concerning that a group of people rushed passed her, however, bedraggled or beaten they might have looked. What was of concern was the one with burns over his face being carried by his fellows.

She attempted to interrupt them but they had none of it. One may have cursed her as they passed, but so huddled and spitting under their breath, she didn't bother to discern it further. Instead, she headed in the direction they had come, looking for what might have sparked the disturbance in the first place: a burning building, something broken, something out of place. She finds nothing of the like, only a man standing outside in the cold. She halts her steps when she sees his staff. It's not a challenge to put the two together. Her sword isn't drawn, and her hand keeps away from its handle. While the staff may have been the easiest thing to notice, she's observant enough to see he may not have been the worse for wear from that passing group, but certainly worn none-the-less.]

What's happened?

[liberaltus]

I suppose introductions have fallen out of fashion [there was no bite to his tone, humor yes, humor for someone busily dabbing at his bleeding nose with a handkerchief in an attempt to stave off the flow] Dorian of House Pavus.

[He'd fallen out of the formalities quite some time ago, but someone with such a serious disposition and a sword at her side brought back the old urges to flaunt his family name in hopes that recognition might inspire...well he wasn't entirely certain. In some circles the Pavus name carried a lot of respect and where it didn't it still carried a great deal of weight. It was a reflex, regardless, and an introduction seemed like a breath of fresh air after his little confrontation with a mob of Savrii who'd no intention of knocking on the front door before inviting themselves in.]

They were attempting to break into my establishment, I simply deterred them from doing so. Not without giving them a chance, of course, but you know how some people have to learn things the hard way.

[undyingbeliefs]

[She watches him carefully as though she were looking for something. It's a strange moment of silence before she nods and seems satisfied enough to relax. Either way, whatever conclusion she came to she believes his story well enough.]

Ser Evangeline de Brassard.

You could have done worse to them but you didn't. [How's that for optimism.] That's appreciated. But you understand they'll likely be back with others given the chance.

[liberaltus]

[He returns the favor, watching her, though possibly not for the same reason. He's heard the name before, though he's not fully certain where he's heard the name and why it rings so many bells. Obviously she'd from his world and with a title like that?]

Templar?

[Well, she does have a sword, it stands to reason.]

I could have and they would have deserved it. [Optimism is rather charming.] I'm certain they will return, and should they, I suspect they will get their answer again. I cannot imagine I'll be as kind next time.

[undyingbeliefs]

[She nods.]

I would not fault you for that, but others might. Any act of violence against the people here, even for reasons of self-defense can only add more fuel to the fire. While you might be capable of defending yourself each time not all who come here are.

[That hardly helps him, she realizes. It's just a string of facts that are likely useless to him even if he hadn't recognized the issues beforehand.]

If there is anything I can do to help, however, you only need to ask.

[liberaltus]

I expect they'd use any excuse to hate us whether I acted violently towards them or not, they've all but killed people that I know [he won't name names, because he promised not to tell anyone anything specific] it's like a vicious circle, you either don't react and people get hurt, or you do react and people get hurt. What I can do is defend myself so that I can defend others if it comes to that.

[That was the only solution that Dorian had, honestly, if he was dead or on the bench how was he of any use to anyone. He had to be aggressive even though that wasn't his disposition.]

I could invite you inside, my purpose for coming here was to get rid of some potions that are dangerous and could be used against us. For your trouble I could offer you some healing herbs and a few of the non-lethal potions, eveyone could use a healing potion or two.

[It would also give Dorian a chance to better look his injuries over and assess the damage, dress his wounds a bit.]

[undyingbeliefs]

[Not all acts of defense need to lead to violence. But she says nothing, there is no point in arguing the matter with a stranger. She doesn't know his experiences, nor does she really know the native people here neither. It's not entirely her place to judge or lecture. She only lets out a soft sigh for response, and gestures to the door.]

You don't need to repay me with anything. Keep what you have for those in immediate need and yourself, by the looks of things you are likely to make faster use of it than I.

[shashka]

[ what a time to arrive. Ocelot was more than used to civil unrest, given the nature of his homeland, though most of those things were put down far before they got to this point. usually incredibly violently.

the mob does pique his interest, though he stays in the shadows until he can discern the situation. for a moment, he almost thinks that maybe he should interfere (after all this was hardly a fair fight, but the man seems to be holding his own so well). something else that does catch his eye is a move that he is familiar with. of course, that might entirely be a coincidence. and then...

well. that isn't exactly something that you see every day. as the mob dissipates, Ocelot removes himself from his vantage point, walking over to the stranger, curiosity piqued. ]

...Not bad.

[liberaltus]

[Dorian probably wasn't very good, but he and Venom did practice the whole flipping move until Dorian was, at the very least, competent. The truth of it was that Dorian ended up flat on his back or on his ass more times than not, but he endured it because it was, somehow, fun for the man...and because Venom bought him beer. Still, the little bit of grappling practice he'd gotten in with the man wasn't completely wasted.

He was in the middle of blotting his bloody face and hoping that he didn't look too disastrous when the approaching footsteps caught his attention. Back for more? Ah, but Dorian didn't sense ill intent from this man, and he was very discerning about such things, not that he'd let his guard drop that easily.

It's too cold and people are too stupid, becoming more so by the minute, and he'd no intetion of walking that path.]

I'm often impressed with myself [if his irreverant grin is anything to go on] I've been told that I have almost as much talent as I believe I do. Personally almost is selling it just a bit short.

[And he's confident, imagine that.]

[shashka]

[ sometimes, it wasn't always about the best technique, but the element of surprise. and for as sloppy as it was, this man had managed it well enough.

and he was smart as well, to stay on his guard despite a friendly approach. ]

As long as you have the skill to back it up, there are worse traits to have.

[ in his youth, he'd been exceedingly arrogant, always trying to prove his mettle and one-up others. while he'd mellowed to an extent in his later years, it had never quite gone away. ]

You need any help?

[ he may not be a trained medic, but he is handy enough with first aid where it counted. ]

[liberaltus]

[As a mage who wasn't permitted to flaunt his magic as often as he liked, Dorian certainly had the element of surprise on his side.

Fortunately Dorian was always cautious in the presence of strangers, and a stranger with a pretty face was not excluded from his discretion.]

I could have been the scion my parents always wanted, convinced everyone I'm something I'm not, take my place in court, whore myself out, and desperately hope no one realizes what a fraud I am.

[It reminded him of someone actually.]

I'm not the best at ascertaining injuries.

[He gestured to his stomach, he knew the wound wasn't deep, but the front of his uniform is still stained with blood.]

[shashka]

[ court. so the guy was an aristocrat. at least, Ocelot noted, he had a good sense of humour.

(and a rather nice mustache) ]

And risk never disappointing your parents? Where's the fun in that?

[ he's definitely seen worse (hell, he's probably even had worse himself), but it would be a real waste to let the bearer of such a magnificent mustache succumb to a mild infection. ]

Do you have any first aid supplies in there? Even if you don't, I can help you with the basic stuff, but you might want to go see a real doctor afterwards.

[ after all, sometimes he can be a real friendly guy. ]

[liberaltus]

[Absolutely nobility, well born to nobility anyway, if you run away from it all does it still count? Dorian likes to think so, there's something inborn about it, attitudes and a taste for decadence that's just very difficult to shake.

(And it's always the most refined who have the most spectacular mustache)]

I do that anyway, by virtue of being myself. They don't approve of my choices which I'm completely fine with, I never fit in.

[Dorian makes a gesture to follow him, if Ocelot is so inclined.]

Quite possibly not the sort you're used to, but yes, something like that.

[Like the gentleman he is he opens the door to the apothecary and gestures for his companion to enter first, following only after. To his immediate left there are stairs that spiral upward into a study, but Dorian guides him into the main room where there are leather-bound hand written books in a language that has all of the appearances of being latin, there are skin care products on shelves, prismatic glowing potions in in a glass encasement casting an arch of color about the room, and a variety of magical items or items associated with magic scattered about.

By way of magic he lights several candles, because nothing runs on contemporary power in this place, and then starts a fire in the far fireplace bringing a bit of cheery warmth to the room which he appreciates because...cold.]

I'm reluctant to use a healing potion just yet until I know how bad my injuries are...I just have no wish to look into a mirror at the moment.

[Which is criminal in his case, but dorian does withdraw a basin, he has cloth that is reminiscent of gauze, there is also a plant from which he withdraws several leaves, and an ointment that is very fluid.]

This is what qualifies where I'm from...I know the basic properties...elfroot [he points to the leafy things] for example, has incredible healing properties, especially when distilled. Granted I know this is something more familiar to my world so your own experience is probably more valuable.

[Meaning Dorian would rather he do what's most comfortable for him.]

[shashka]

[ he gives the other man would could almost pass as an apologetic smirk. everyone and their issues with their parents.

he decides to go with "charming" (perhaps partially because of the exquisite mustache though he would certainly not admit it). ]

Smart man. Though they clearly don't know a good thing when they see it.

[ though, in a strange sense, he can almost relate. while he barely knew his own parents, and while they had apparently loved him enough (in their own way), he knew for a fact that there was another man his mother had always seen as a favored son.

(not that it had really mattered to him that much in the long run)

Ocelot follows the man when he asks, taking a moment to absorb the settings. it was almost like walking into what he imagined an American Renaissance Faire must look like (though again, he reminds himself that others are from far different worlds than he was... at least that much was evident with the extent of this guy's powers). ]

You'll have to take off your top so I can get a better look. If you need help, let me know.

[ he says, incredibly frankly as he looks at what he's working with. while it was far from ideal he could work with this, at least until the man found a proper medic. ]

Do you have any pure alcohol? It's the best thing to use for a disinfectant.

[ barring... actual disinfectant, of course. ]

[liberaltus]

[Dorian doesn't seem all that put out by it to be honest, not on the outside at least, he has plenty of feelings about the subject on the inside, but he opts to bury most of those feelings at the bottom of a wine bottle. No one needs to see that.]

That is the Imperium for you, we tend not to breed children in my homeland, but traits, everyone's trying to sire the perfect leader. Their long game for me fell through, they wanted me to be the Imperial Archon, not because he has any real power, but because he gets invited to all of the parties. Boring.

[Dorian had strayed so far off of that path that there was not even a glimmer of hope that he would return to it, something that had been the deepest disappointment for his parents who'd worked so hard at getting along with one another just to produce him. A cautionary tale.]

Be careful what you wish for, I think.

[Dorian didn't even bother hiding an unrepentant grin. He wasn't sorry for anything he's ever done, feeling absolutely justified, though he quickly returned his focus to the task, his mind working on what the man needed of him. Pure alcohol, yes, he carried it in one of his many cabinets as one of the compounds he used in brewing up many of his concoctions so he produced that first. It came in a clear, glass, bottle with an attractive glass stopper...everything in this room had a sense of elegance about it in spite of how dated it appeared.

Perhaps that was part of the attraction for some people, Dorian didn't know.]

This should work.

[Now for the armor, he'd gotten himself into it and could easily get himself out, if he didn't feel like he'd just thrown mercilessly into the pavement. Which he had been, so his limbs didn't want to work the way he wanted them to.]

I could use a bit of help, Grey Warden armor is pretty solid in it's construction. The biggest problem is going to be the plate of armor on the right arm.

[Dorian's pretty good with instruction, actually, especially when it comes to clothing and he absolutely layers the stuff. Underneath the straps of leather, metal, and sturdy cloth work Dorian wears silks and undershirts for more padding and to prevent any sort of chaffing. It takes effort to get down to the skin, but as the layers were peeled off it became easier to see where the wound was, he was bleeding, not terribly, but it was enough to slowly soak his clothing. It was also enough to draw a hiss from him as the last layer was finally sloughed off.]

Not as bad as all that I think.

[Aside from his present injuries Dorian is, for lack of a better word, flawless. He had no scars and no outstanding marks on his body. Every line and muscle seemed to be very intentional and he was often aware of this fact.]

[shashka]

[ yet another thing Ocelot could relate to. once, when he was a young man, someone had also insisted that he pass along his genes to the next generation. he'd refused, rather adamantly. in retrospect, it might've been better if he'd taken a different approach.

but, that was hardly relevant to the situation, now was it? ]

Sounds like a charming place. Where I come from, we're all meant to be equal, from our top general, right down to the lowest farmer, and everyone works together for the betterment of all, according to their own skill.

But between you and me, it hasn't always worked out that way.

[ Ocelot returns the grin with one of his own. despite the relative severity of the situation, he was enjoying the man's company well enough.

he gives a nod of approval when greeted with something that could at least pass for a disinfectant. occasionally, he'd been in spots with his men where the only thing available was vodka.

he follows along, careful to avoid the impacted area. as the other man shrugs off the last of his layers, Ocelot sets to work, grabbing a cloth and lightly soaking it in alcohol.

he pauses a moment, before applying the cloth covered in alcohol to the main wound. ]

As a warning, this will probably sting for a bit. But, from how I see it, the wound's not too bad. For the most part, you should be fine, though if you don't get an official medic's attention, it could leave a nasty scar.

[ a pause. ]

Although, it could give you a good story to tell someone in the future.

[indoctrinated]

[ Given the nature of his old profession, Saren was another who was not unfamiliar with the sight of a chaotic scene. As such, the civil unrest didn't concern him much. He was hardly intimidated by the irate crowds, especially not when the mobs consisted of mostly humans, and he was not hesitant to show a more threatening presence. Or to use physical force when necessary.

His way of dealing with vermin might not have helped the reputation of those being targeted much, but, at least he had not killed anyone yet.

As tempting as it might have been.

The current mob was of hardly any personal interest to him, and he would've been content with moving forward, leaving the victim of it to deal with the crowd themselves. But it looked like he caught the end of the show however, and a familiar flare of magic grabbed his attention. Seemed he stumbled on the mage and his shop.

Well. Helping the mage, at least, might get him out of the blistering cold. ]

Effective. But they won't wait for you to use your magic the next time.

[ Saren approached Dorian shortly after the last of the crowd fled, locking eyes on Dorian somehow without making direct eye contact. ]

You look as if you could use some assistance.

[ A very dry offer of help. ]

[liberaltus]

It's been a while gorgeous, we really shouldn't wait so long between visits. Perhaps under situations with less duress.

[Because they do have a habit of meeting when one or the other is being attacked by somethig or someone, don't they?

Dorian's personal philosophy in dealing with the Savrii given the present claimate was they were going to attack them anyway and they already have attacked them. Dorian could either hold back and let them beat him into a coma, not going to happen, as a means to preserve the fragile relationship between the Savrii and his own...or he could use force and fight back so that he would be able to stand and fight for those who were having difficulty defending themselves.

Either way people were going to get hurt, it mattered little what he did and didn't do.]

I suppose next time I'll just have to open with magic, maybe something a bit more exciting, so it will stick in their memory. This was a formality...a kindness. I'm not always a good man.

[And he had no intention of offering them a second chance if they came back for more.]

If it's your assistance then I'll gladly accept it.

[At which point he'll lead Saren out of the cold and into his apothecary. Granted nothing in his shop is powered by modern means so he has to magically light the candles and start a roaring fire in the fireplace so it will take a few moments for the chill to dissolve into warmth. For now he's free to look around the apothecary. The leather bound, hand written books, the potions glowing behind their glass encasement, skin and hair care products, magical artifacts all scattered about to look, hold, and in some cases even buy.]

What do you know of injuries, I mean aside from being the delightful cause of many?

[indoctrinated]

[ Saren declined responding to Dorian's greeting, instead simply expressing his distaste for Dorian's flirting with a scoff and a look of disgust. ]

I am sure you will get the opportunity to. They seem more brutish than they do intelligent, and humans such as that rarely seem to know when to back down if they think they can gain something. Clearly, they thought you had something worth their while here.

[ Fortunately, Saren himself has only had a scuffles with the locals. Though he had good reason to kill the humans participating in these mobs if he wanted to, he managed to end what interactions he had them with no permanent damage done. He was not too interested in discovering what happened when you killed someone in this universe. ]

If you mean what do I know of injuries in regards to your species, most of what I know is from being the delightful cause of many.

[ He understood the basics of human anatomy, how to efficiently cause damage and how to fix them up, because the best torture was prolonged torture and humans were notoriously squishy. Still, Saren was hardly the best source to turn to for medical aid. ]

Fortunately, I have medigel with me, so what I know is irrelevant. You'll hardly bleed to death on your carpet.

[ Saren turned away from the product in Dorian's store, eyeing the stain on his uniform. ]

[liberaltus]

[Saren's scoffing only earned him a smile from Dorian, he liked it, it was sassy and irreverent and he liked his companion because his reactions toward the mage were different and unexpected.]

Grenades. [Dorian said gesturing to the glass case on the opposite wall.] Antivan Fire is particularly nasty, I'm debating what I should do here...destroy the more dangerous potions in my collection, things that could potentially be used to hurt our own.

[By their own Dorian meant their side as opposed to the Savrii, and right now anyone who wasn't the Savrii he considered his own.]

That's what I like about you, not afraid to go to dark places, but even that is probably more than I know regarding bodily injuries, other than it twinges a little bit.

[Because Dorian is hardly a healer, he can make potions, but he's reluctant to use them just yet, not without properly attending to the injury first and since Saren had so generously offered his assistance, who was he to turn it down?]

Medigel? What does it do exactly, this Medigel?

[Not that Dorian wasn't an eager recipient of any sort of remedy, but he was naturally curious. He was carefully starting to removed his armor given that he, too, had to look at the extent of his injury. He didn't feel like he was going to bleed out, but it still hurt quite a bit and the mage was not fond of pain in any capacity.]

[indoctrinated]

[ Saren hummed thoughtfully, eyeing the so called grenades Dorian gestured to with interest. He could see why the mages' shop would be a place of interest to those instigating the riots. Saren assumed that one didn't technically need to learn how to use that sort of fire power, making it a dangerous display indeed. ]

That would be a waste, wouldn't it? There's no telling if it won't be needed later.

[ Saren could always appreciate a good explosive, provided it did not come from enemy hands. ]

It is an anesthetic, which will numb the pain and seal the wound enough to prevent infection. I would recommend you not rely on only it, however, since its healing properties are minor. It will save you from wasting one of your potions, which you can consider a favor returned.

[ And Saren did not like owing anyone anything, especially not a human, regardless of who it was. ]

[liberaltus]

[While Saren eyed his grenades, Dorian eyed him as he eyed the grenades in a thoughtful manner. He wasn't sure if he and his present companion would ever be close friends, but they got along well enough and Saren was intelligent. Dorian liked intelligent.]

Not a terrible point, I'll give you that, but keeping them here would be an open invitation. They won't stop trying to break into this place [stripping out of his final layers Dorian examined his injury, but he was still focusing on Saren] you wouldn't have a productive use for them would you? I don't want to make you a target either, but if you have a safer location or know of a place where you could keep them then they're yours.

[To spare Saren, Dorian left out that he would be doing the mage a favor.]

That does sound useful if you wouldn't mind sparing one until I have the opportunity to seek out a medic.

[And the idea of an anesthetic sounded very nice.]

[indoctrinated]

I know of someone who would appreciate them, and not misuse them. Though, I must admit the offer is unexpected.

[ Given that the human didn't know his character that well, and he'd made his prejudice against his species adamantly clear. ]

I have enough to spare, or I wouldn't have made the suggestion.

[ Saren grunted, mandibles flickering as he turned his attention away from displays. He brought out a vial of medi-gel and after he examined Dorian's knife wound, he started to spread it over. Once he was done, Saren looked up. ]

That should be enough. Do you have anything to cover it with?

[liberaltus]

A great number of things are unexpected. I know you're not terribly fond of humans...but we do keep mingling, don't we? I like you for practical reasons and being disliked doesn't really bother me.

[Though Dorian couldn't help but wonder if his charm was working on some level, Saren was here, he was offering him some of his medi-gel. If he was so prejudice he wouldn't really be offering to help and Dorian didn't doubt the prejudice, but perhaps he made his own distinct impression.

Or perhaps it simply suited his companion.

Either way it was a continued surprise that his companion continued to go out of his way by applying the gel. He could have thrust it in Dorian's hands and let him tend to his own wounds, though he didn't, it was...strange, ot unwelcome though.]

I might have something to wrap it.

[Dorian was careful as he moved to rummage through a few drawers until he came across something that resembled something between gauze and cheese cloth.]

If you know someone who would appreciate them then I'll get them packed up for you.