mayfield_rpg | Sixth Voyage.

[ Action: 7134 Brooks Lane. Early Morning. ]

[ After Ambrosia got her pirate brand back at the post office, she found that even the basics were hard to do with both hands. So, when she wakes up to get ready for work, she can be found in the bathroom with a roll of cloth bandages, antiseptic and some cream. She's mostly trying to keep quiet for the others, but occasionally there's a hiss or even a curse word thrown around. ]

...Dammit, ow...

[ Action: Mayfield High. ]

[ Those in her class or just around can find that Ambrosia's arm, around her elbow, and wrist are completely swathed as she's decided to break out a dress today for the warm weather that's been going on since the beginning of this month.

If someone asks her about the bandages, she'll simply smile and brush it off. Or if someone presses on for information, she'll decide to answer to some degree. After all, having others worry about her isn't something she likes to do. ]

[ Action: John Doe Park. Late Afternoon/Early Evening. ]

[ Limitations, schmitations. As long as Ambrosia has her hands, she's going to at least try to dual-wield like she used to before this. She manages to aim a slash or two at a tree with her good hand and with the other, she's just trying to clench the hilt of her saber. When she takes a break, she'll gingerly rub at her wrist with her sabers at her side. ]

'Course it's gonna be hard... Tch, well - I ain't gonna give up.

[ Pep talk never hurt anyone, right? ]

[ Action: Grocery Store. ]

[ Those who go to the store today will find Ambrosia with a cart full of cartons of milk, fruits, meats -- basically everything one would need for a good diet to help her wrist out. She's stopped at the butcher to observe some other meat, specifically fish. Because dammit, it has been a while since she had some good old fashioned fish. ]

Do I want th' salmon or would I want th' haddock? Decisions, decisions...

[ Action: 754 Partridge Drive. Locked to Akira Date. ]

[ 'sup Date? Ambrosia is gonna pay him a visit after training. When she gets there, she'll knock on the door with her good hand and wait for him to answer the door. ]

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Ye know, I've never had much of a tolerance towards whingin'. It's either ye do th' job yer supposed t' or just be a lazy sod all yer life.

[ She again goes to rub at her wrist before sneaking to her desk and drinking some of her "special juice". ]

[He sniffs the air.]

Is that what I think it is? Good medicine for a sore wrist. You an' Marvelous didn't get in a fight now did ya?

Aye, but keep it hush hush, eh?

[ Then, she stares at Varon incredulously. ]

Nay, not at all. Ye know if he did tha', he'd be payin' fer it. 'N I hate backstabbers.

[He whistles and opens his book.]

He wouldn't be walkin' that's for sure.

Nay. I'd make him regret th' day he messed with me.

[He looks up from his text book and those wide blue eyes blink.]

Ouch. Hope he wears a cup. I got a feelin' those hits aren't meant for the face.

Well, what can I say? Ye mess with me 'n I become th' biggest threat in yer life 'n then some.

[ The drones pause to give a look to Ambrosia before she merely laughs it off. ]

I mean, a good right hook won't hurt people none.

[Varon shakes his head and rolls his eyes at the gasps the drones are making. His blunt manner of speech will never be adapted to by the drones so he knows he shouldn't bother changing it.]

'Cept maybe a sore jaw.

[He grins.]

Better hope it's not made of glass.

Oh, I think I could do more than just a sore jaw t' a poor sap.

[ A little wink added for posterity's sake as she chuckles, shaking her head. ]

Nay, though tha' would be satisfyin', eh?

[He's not even going to attempt to try to think on that anymore and leaves it at that with a smirk.]

It's all aces for me. I'm not the one in trouble.

Aye, ye ain't. Th' only one who's in trouble here is me, but ye know - I'll live.

[ Even if her wrist is being a pain in the ass for her right about now. ]

[That made him take a side-ways glance her way.]

Huh.

[He already has an idea now what the wraps are for now and he nods, leaving the subject alone.]

So, what's on the agenda?

[ It isn't like she's hiding them any, just denying the fact that they hurt. A lot. ]

Basically, just t' enjoy yerselves.

[ Because does she feel like dealing with rowdy kids all day?

No. ]

Heh, well that's easy.

[He gets up out of his seat and pushes one of the drones out of the way.]

Hey!

Heh-heh, ya snooze, ya lose, chum. My turn t' look out the window.

Aye.

[ In which Ambrosia will just put her bottle away and place her good arm on the desk to rest her head. She is tired, grumpy and not really up to much. ]

Class is out, kids. Go outside 'n play 'n have recess or somethin'.

Recess? Ugh.

[He doesn't want to leave the classroom just yet so he ushers the rest out the door.]

Scram! Ya heard her! Get! Go play in traffic or somethin'.

[He smirks then closes the door once the last one leaves.]

So, what gives? Not like ya t' be this short.

Well, ye know I'm a pirate through 'n through, so...

[ She goes to undo the wrappings before showing the unhealed brand on her forearm and the disfigured wrist that comes with it. ]

In order t' get me brandin' back, I had t' trade me wrist fer it 'n it's been botherin' me ever since then. I've been quiet 'bout it, but th' more I ignore it, th' more it's gonna ache.

[He nods, his suspicions confirmed but that wound made his eyes widen. The angry burn didn't look comfortable at all.]

Holy hell, that's pretty harsh.

[He lowers the shade over the glass to conceal the room so that no other can see what she's talking about before he walks over to take a look.]

Have ya put any ointment on it? It looks pretty bad.

[ Once Ambrosia's done showing off her injury, she goes to try to wrap it up the best she can with her good hand. ]

Aye, it is. Hopefully I can get someone t' look at it after me day.

[ Because sleeping it off sounds best to her. ]

Mmhmm. Marvelous caught me cussin' in th' bathroom 'bout it, so he helped patch me up some so tha' I can go into work 'n not have t' worry so much 'bout it.

[Without thinking, he takes action and starts to help her with the bandages, taking her hand and wrapped her wrist.]

He sounds like a good bloke. I'll have t' make it a point t' meet 'im. I've been meanin' to a while now.

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