un: Dankovsky | video

[thantagonist]

[Daniil posts live from a café near the museum. He has no patience for typing responses, and his own visage should explain why. His nose has recently been broken and reset. He looks exhausted and irritated, but he has a duty.]

I need a couple people to come down to the café near that absurd museum with the sewn up fruit exhibits. Bring a stretcher, we have a patient who could use some more urgent treatment.

[From somewhere offscreen, a voice that is distinctly not Daniil’s states:] This Etrayan shot me in an attempt to get information I did not possess. I would appreciate his removal from my presence.

Now- That’s not true at all. That is not the reason you were stopped. [Daniil now regrets making a video, but what’s done is done. ]

Comments

[nightattending]

Woah woah woah.

[ Jack holds up a hand. ]

I understand it's your first bullet wound, but the more you use your foot, the worse you'll make it.

[ He sighs and out of consideration for Castor looks around them. No one appears to pay them much attention. ]

Where would you like to go? I could get you to the hospital. Enforcers don't go beyond the first floor much anymore.

[cstr]

I would like to be somewhere where Dankovsky cannot find me, and I would appreciate if you did not mention my location.

[ Disappearing on Dankovsky would make him very happy, actually. ]

[nightattending]

I don't provide the location of my patients to people who shot said patients.

[ Said lightly but absolutely seriously. Dankovsky could shoot him in the foot or somewhere else, and Jack wouldn't tell him. ]

Lets go via the hospital to see if there's any undamaged wheelchairs and crutches left. The streets may be garbage, but I can wheel a chair like a pro.

[cstr]

There should be. We restocked on those just before this happened.

[ His restocking habits were often very bad, but Jack kept the hospital well-organized and he tended to bother Castor less when he did as asked, so the hospital was functional. ]

[nightattending]

Yeah, we did.

[ Jack grins. ]

Never thought they'd help you, personally, but I knew they'd help someone.

[ He hands over the meds, instructions written in sharpie on the side of the thick ziplocke bag. Sorry, bottles for patients take up too much room. Then he offers a hand. ]

Lets go somewhere more private.

[cstr]

Thank you.

[ See? He knows manners. Dankovsky just didn't earn them.

He limps, leaning on Jack to walk. They can probably find a wheelchair without much trouble. ]