UN: d.johnson | Audio

[morethan084]

[OOC: CW: Broken bones, poison, stabbing and general injuries might be mentioned throughout this thread.]

[Daisy knows she's supposed to be resting, but how can she when the person who attacked her is still out there? Her voice is weak, but the anger is there all the same.]

I was attacked last night. Whoever it is, they're still out there.

[She says to start, swallowing thickly as another wave of pain washes over her.]

I don't have a good description on them, other than they had some sort of metal suit and carried a staff.

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[skaikru]

( too many unpleasant reminders of home in too few of days, and honestly she and he really ought to stop meeting over blades, it sets a bad precedent. but it'd be a lie to say there wasn't at least a bit of relief when fett joins her in the street — the comfort of someone else present who at least seems prepared to handle awful looking things, if not also a bit too cavalier about touching the exact same thing he'd warned her off. sure, gloves are a great protective barrier, but only up until they're not.

clarke favors the metal shrouded man with wary side eye; buttons her lips together to prevent outright asking you sure you should do that? because at the end of the day, what does she know. she'd never seen organically grown poisonous blades and would be genuinely content to never see one again, the bulbus yorik-kul is unnervingly ugly to the point it makes her skin crawl. but he packs it away, and asks after the incinerator again, and poor bedridden daisy bears the bad news.

but — oh. in the vein of unpleasant reminders from their home-worlds, clarke does suddenly have an idea for a plan b. )

Is fire necessary? If so I do have — ( her own kidney floating in a jar of formaldehyde back in her apartment, but it doesn't need all that preservative... ) — an accelerant.

[shabuir]

[ At the other woman's response over comms, Fett's voice grows pointed. ]

Did you ask?

[ He knows it's no use. He recognizes the sleepy, slightly-slurred speech as that of someone on some very high-quality painkillers. He wonders if it would be worth going to the hospital and asking about an incinerator himself, though he doesn't relish the potential questions doing so might invite. He certainly doesn't trust any of Echo's droids to carry out the incineration without him there. ]

Just need to make sure there are no shards of it left intact, [ Fett answers Clarke gruffly. ] Fire'd be the most convenient way.

[ He has an accelerant, too—the fuel in his wrist-mounted flamethrower—but his is in short supply and with no obvious means yet of replenishing it, he's inclined to accept Clarke's offer. ]

You can go get it. Just be prepared for a trek if you want to tag along.

[morethan084]

No one around to ask.

[Or there is, but it's hard to tell when her eyes are closed. When had they closed? She opens them, her vision hazy and she doesn't see any of the robots nearby.]

[skaikru]

( clarke can recognize when she's invariably stuck her nose in other peoples business. sure, this particular situation is a bit complicated, and she's to the point where it feels like it concerns her but when offered the option to tag along... for a second, she stalls out. wonders if that's appropriate or necessary, or if there's something more productive she could do like keep an eye out for another man in metal armor and a helmet. but daisy responds, sounding half asleep and still in a great deal of pain, and clarke's heart drives the decision making.

to daisy: )

Hey, how about you just rest, okay? We'll take care of this. You said you were being looked after, yeah? Give your caretaker our usernames if they need to follow up on anything.

( she also wants to caution whomever is at daisy's side — be it person or companion bot — to be on the lookout for whatever rogue mandalorian is running around, just in case they came by to check on the progress of their poison or make another attempt on the other woman's life, but bites her tongue. that feels like sewing the seeds of paranoia, and not everyone has to worry to the same degree clarke does.

then to fett, after a brief pause and a silent nod to acknowledge she's in this and always down for a trek: )

Give me five minutes.