(WormyxWere) 1x1 RP

[Wormgod]

Marceline smiled as she finished the last major wound, "I can. Flying isn't my only forte." She said.

[miraphoenix]

"W-well..g-good...f-for...us....." Moira said with a weak smile, glad that they had found Marceline when they had. "Are...th-the...oth-other...t-two....okay?" she asked, voice still breaking from pain.

[Wormgod]

Marceline put the rest of the healing herbs back in her guitar case. She looked over at Ruber, who was passed out again--at least he put his herbs to good use--and then at Artyom, who finally stopped smoking, "Eh. They'll be fine." She said confidently.

[miraphoenix]

"G-good...." Moira murmured, sinking down into the cool sand, letting her pain-filled body relax. "Th-thank....y-you,....M-marceline..." she whispered as she closed her eyes, the effort of keeping them open no longer seeming worth it to her.

[Wormgod]

Marceline pursed her lips and stepped into the water, swimming out a couple of yards, where a kelp forest started. She dove under and collected as much kelp as she could hold, then flew out and landed on the beach, "Here you are..." She aid softly and started bandaging Moira, then Artyom.

[miraphoenix]

Sighing as she felt the cool dampness of kelp against her back, Moira wanted to thank Marceline, but found that her throat was too dry to speak anymore. Sinking into soft sands, she relaxed, letting herself sleep.

[Wormgod]

((TS?))

[miraphoenix]

((Sure. You post?))

[Wormgod]

((Sure))

It was nearly twelve hours before the group woke. Ruber woke first--he was the least wounded, and had less blood loss than the other two. There was only one bandage on him; a strap going from his left collar bone down to his right side, covering one huge gash from a Cthulhi. Then Artyom woke; he didn't lose that much blood either, he was just fried inside-out. There were three bandages on his chest, and one on his hip from that same Cthulhi.

Ruber slowly prodded Moira in the shoulder. Hanging upside-down from a tree branch above was Marceline, playing something on her bass, "Yo. I wouldn't wake her, if I were you." She warned.

[miraphoenix]

Despite the poke on the shoulder, Moira didn't wake; she did, however, groan a little, and twitch slightly. Most of her upper body was covered in the bandages, covering up slashes and some deep burns, the layers of kelp almost making clothing. It was amazing that she was even able to groan, really, and that she wasn't dead, as the sand around her was stained red with blood from her wounds before they had been bandaged. Groaning again, she opened one eye, her vision blurred and fuzzy. She could hear Marceline's voice above her, but couldn't make out any words; it just sounded like noise to her.