[Alas, he is too lanky and loud a bastard for an effective pout. All he can do is be loud and puff up. Leorio knows no other way to be. At least, it explains the way he points at Lightning.]
Listen, I know that. It's why I made sure to look over myself as best as I could and patched myself up.
[Not that it's ideal for a doctor to diagnose himself on anything... There are a good chunk of himself that Leorio knows he can't see. Still, they're kind of running low on competent medical personnel, so he'll suck it up and just keep an eye on things best he can.]
Besides, even if you've had worse, do you really wanna court worse when we're low on people as it is?
[Court worse? Please. This is nothing. Barely even warrants a Cure, and yet. And yet...
Without her magic, it would be better to keep it from getting worse. And better to save her Potions for when they're really needed anyway. With a sigh, she closes her eyes.]
Fine. But don't waste supplies others need more.
[They are low on people, and she can handle a few scrapes. Still, she gets his point and turns her arm so he can do what he needs to do. If the worst she got was a few scrapes from dodging flying debris, well, she got lucky. Better to keep that.]
If it make it makes you feel better, I'm probably one of the guys who got his ass kicked the most, so no one else really has to worry.
[Is that a thing to really say with such a wide rat-like grin? Probably not! Still, Leorio is determined to brute force his way into being a medic if it kills him, so he kneels down besides her and adjusts a small bag he'd commandeered for carrying around some medical supplies.]
[Nothing fancy, honestly, and he's already resolved to help figure out some better equipment and facilities the second they all get a bit of a break. Yet beggars can't be choosers, and he's actually almost proud of his poor background in situations like this. He hadn't had access to a lot of high quality medical gear as he was growing up, either, yet he's always made due. First is a bottle of clean water that he sets to the side.]
So, besides the cut on your face and the scrapes, is there anywhere you're aching, or that you were hit particular hard at?
[It makes her wish she still had her Cure spells more than anything. That would handle all of this; back up Medic she might have been, but...
Well. She gets it, kind of. The need to do something, even if that something is minimal at best. As he gathers his supplies, she sheathes her blade and sets her elbows on her knees. This motley crew is all the back-up she has. It'd be best to actually, you know, work with them?
Probably.]
No. [A soft snort.] I wasn't even hit. One of the Grimm hit a tree and bark flew everywhere.
[She got lucky. How long can that hold out? How long can any of them hold out like this? Luck runs out.]
Wow, I can't tell if that's great luck or embarrassing.
[Probably depends on the particular level of being a battle maniac, he guesses. He'd be fine with it, but he's pretty sure there are more than a few people in the Hunters who couldn't stand even a scratch.]
[Weirdos. Every one of them. That this includes him is something Leorio doesn't really think about too much, focused more on making sure he has everything on hand just in case. Pulling out a clean cloth, he leans closer to her. For now, just water is pressed into part of the cloth.]
What's your name, anyway? Think I missed it during our really crappy welcoming orientation.
[Little of A, tiny bit of B. She's not quite the battle maniac, but she takes some small amount of pride in her skill. After everything that Pulse threw at her, a few scrapes from flying bark are nothing.
Yeah, they're all weirdos down here. She watches him as he works, and when the cloth presses to her arm the only sign of a flinch is the minute tensing in her face that quickly fades. At least none of these need stitches. She hates those.]
Lightning. [A soft tilt of her head.] What's yours?
Leorio Paladinight. [Lifting the cloth, he squints down after his preliminary cleaning. Just to make sure there's no discoloration, no signs of infection, no signs of weird bugs or anything else... It's a caution he's had drilled into his head recently and that he doesn't plan on forgetting any time soon.] I'd introduce myself as a Hunter, although that doesn't really mean jack and squat around here, but mainly I'm a med student.
...Well. And maybe part of a board of people? [Satisfied with his investigation, he continues his clean up.] It's a mess, honestly. I don't even know how I got mixed up in all of it.
[Heh, seems she's not the only one with a complicated past. From the sounds of it, soldier to l'Cie to would be world-saver is easy in comparison. She snorts quietly and lets him continue to work.]
Probably the same way you got mixed up in all of this. [A gesture with her other hand to encompass the fire and town.] You said yes to something and everything went to hell afterwards.
[The way Leorio's slump is no too unlike the way a dog's ears flick backwards when it's been caught trying to sneak onto a couch- in other words, the air of someone who knows he's been pinned right in the act.]
At least then I knew I was getting paid for what I was gonna do. [He nods his chin up towards her.] Story of your life too?
[She signed up for the Corps, she made that call knowing what she was getting into. Going after Serah, after the fal'Cie? It had to be done and damn the consequences. But this mess? Fighting's the same anywhere, but this is more than just fighting, isn't it? They wouldn't be here if the Grimm were really the only issue.]
Though something tells me this job doesn't offer paid time off.
I wonder if we can at least take something back with us as payment. [He snorts a little bit under his breath as he reaches over to clean off her cheek.] A souvenir, at the very least! It would probably start up a whole bunch of excitement where I'm from, at least.
[It's little more than a scratch, though she's been around healers long enough to know not to speak as he cleans the wound. It's only when he's pulled back that she shakes her head.]
The way these people are acting? We might be lucky to get away with our lives as payment.
[Not necessarily because the ones that brought them here are the threat, specifically, but because of what else is out there. Looking into the fire, she closes her eyes.]
[At least she has a good amount of patience, even if there's not too much to patch up. Leorio might not be an official doctor yet, but he's still dealt with patching up plenty of people long before he ever took his Hunter Exam. Fussy patients are the worse.]
I mean, come on, what kind of organization is this?
One desperate enough to take whoever they can get their hands on.
[She's seen their motley crew. Combatants, non-combatants, kids who have no training let alone a place in this field...it's a mess and there's so much at stake. Doesn't help that their cloaked "friend" seems to have up and vanished. Her fingers tap at her knee, eyes narrowing.]
We don't have the whole story. Don't trust them until we do.
[Well, she's not wrong on that. 'Desperation' seems to be the name of the game here. Leorio knows what that looks like... especially in stark contrast to the Hunters Association, with him being on the ground floor helping to get the trip to the Dark Continent all prepared. No one had known what they would face, but they at least had the manpower and resources for something mostly prepared.]
[Which doesn't mean it's going to go smoothly, but at least he knows it's not a disaster from the outset]
[Satisfied with what little he can do for her, Leorio leans back with his face crumpling into a look of distaste.]
Is there any major power in any world that actually has its shit together? I'm really starting to wonder here.
[Well there was the fal'Cie. For a while there, they had everything under control.
Control. Right. Lightning crosses her arms over her chest with a soft snort. For given value of shit together, the fal'Cie probably count. Not for much longer, though.]
That depends on what they're trying to do. [Her eyes flick to him. That cloaked idiot said something about saving all of reality, but...really? Who knows.] If they're trying to get us all killed, they're off to a good start.
[And if they're not, they're off to a really bad start.]
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Listen, I know that. It's why I made sure to look over myself as best as I could and patched myself up.
[Not that it's ideal for a doctor to diagnose himself on anything... There are a good chunk of himself that Leorio knows he can't see. Still, they're kind of running low on competent medical personnel, so he'll suck it up and just keep an eye on things best he can.]
Besides, even if you've had worse, do you really wanna court worse when we're low on people as it is?
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Without her magic, it would be better to keep it from getting worse. And better to save her Potions for when they're really needed anyway. With a sigh, she closes her eyes.]
Fine. But don't waste supplies others need more.
[They are low on people, and she can handle a few scrapes. Still, she gets his point and turns her arm so he can do what he needs to do. If the worst she got was a few scrapes from dodging flying debris, well, she got lucky. Better to keep that.]
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[Is that a thing to really say with such a wide rat-like grin? Probably not! Still, Leorio is determined to brute force his way into being a medic if it kills him, so he kneels down besides her and adjusts a small bag he'd commandeered for carrying around some medical supplies.]
[Nothing fancy, honestly, and he's already resolved to help figure out some better equipment and facilities the second they all get a bit of a break. Yet beggars can't be choosers, and he's actually almost proud of his poor background in situations like this. He hadn't had access to a lot of high quality medical gear as he was growing up, either, yet he's always made due. First is a bottle of clean water that he sets to the side.]
So, besides the cut on your face and the scrapes, is there anywhere you're aching, or that you were hit particular hard at?
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Well. She gets it, kind of. The need to do something, even if that something is minimal at best. As he gathers his supplies, she sheathes her blade and sets her elbows on her knees. This motley crew is all the back-up she has. It'd be best to actually, you know, work with them?
Probably.]
No. [A soft snort.] I wasn't even hit. One of the Grimm hit a tree and bark flew everywhere.
[She got lucky. How long can that hold out? How long can any of them hold out like this? Luck runs out.]
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[Probably depends on the particular level of being a battle maniac, he guesses. He'd be fine with it, but he's pretty sure there are more than a few people in the Hunters who couldn't stand even a scratch.]
[Weirdos. Every one of them. That this includes him is something Leorio doesn't really think about too much, focused more on making sure he has everything on hand just in case. Pulling out a clean cloth, he leans closer to her. For now, just water is pressed into part of the cloth.]
What's your name, anyway? Think I missed it during our really crappy welcoming orientation.
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Yeah, they're all weirdos down here. She watches him as he works, and when the cloth presses to her arm the only sign of a flinch is the minute tensing in her face that quickly fades. At least none of these need stitches. She hates those.]
Lightning. [A soft tilt of her head.] What's yours?
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...Well. And maybe part of a board of people? [Satisfied with his investigation, he continues his clean up.] It's a mess, honestly. I don't even know how I got mixed up in all of it.
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Probably the same way you got mixed up in all of this. [A gesture with her other hand to encompass the fire and town.] You said yes to something and everything went to hell afterwards.
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At least then I knew I was getting paid for what I was gonna do. [He nods his chin up towards her.] Story of your life too?
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[She signed up for the Corps, she made that call knowing what she was getting into. Going after Serah, after the fal'Cie? It had to be done and damn the consequences. But this mess? Fighting's the same anywhere, but this is more than just fighting, isn't it? They wouldn't be here if the Grimm were really the only issue.]
Though something tells me this job doesn't offer paid time off.
[Or any time off at all.]
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The way these people are acting? We might be lucky to get away with our lives as payment.
[Not necessarily because the ones that brought them here are the threat, specifically, but because of what else is out there. Looking into the fire, she closes her eyes.]
Would that be enough of a souvenir for you?
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[At least she has a good amount of patience, even if there's not too much to patch up. Leorio might not be an official doctor yet, but he's still dealt with patching up plenty of people long before he ever took his Hunter Exam. Fussy patients are the worse.]
I mean, come on, what kind of organization is this?
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[She's seen their motley crew. Combatants, non-combatants, kids who have no training let alone a place in this field...it's a mess and there's so much at stake. Doesn't help that their cloaked "friend" seems to have up and vanished. Her fingers tap at her knee, eyes narrowing.]
We don't have the whole story. Don't trust them until we do.
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[Which doesn't mean it's going to go smoothly, but at least he knows it's not a disaster from the outset]
[Satisfied with what little he can do for her, Leorio leans back with his face crumpling into a look of distaste.]
Is there any major power in any world that actually has its shit together? I'm really starting to wonder here.
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Control. Right. Lightning crosses her arms over her chest with a soft snort. For given value of shit together, the fal'Cie probably count. Not for much longer, though.]
That depends on what they're trying to do. [Her eyes flick to him. That cloaked idiot said something about saving all of reality, but...really? Who knows.] If they're trying to get us all killed, they're off to a good start.
[And if they're not, they're off to a really bad start.]