2nd Sortie

[solowingpixy]

[Ten days in this place was really more than enough to tell him this wasn't really a dream at all, even if he still wanted to say it was. The only way to say it WAS still a dream was if he was in a coma back in Belka, but he wasn't in that bad a shape. He was neglecting his injuries for the most part because he was so bent on thinking it was a dream, but it was about time that he accepted that it WAS reality after all.]

[Doctors and medical types]

I may have to ask for the assistance of a doctor, if one is willing to see me later.

[Of course, the state of his wounds weren't about to stop him anyway. He had managed to drag himself up two flights of stairs and is hanging out in the first level of the library, his journal laying open nearby, so the book reading-types may see a man in a leather flight jacket glancing through the shelves, particularly at books that are in the German language. He glances over the one he's currently looking at - Diu Crône - and gives a slightly annoyed sigh.]

I'm almost starting to miss the Round Table right about now.

Comments

[solowingpixy]

[He gives a dry laugh and glances towards the wall, his mind briefly flashing back to his last dogfight.]

I guess you could say that. It's a wonder I'm even still alive at all.

[atadiscoverer]

It always amazes me how many people come into Paradisa from dangerous worlds...

[More of an off-hand comment than anything.]

I hope you're not going to make much of a habit of this.

[solowingpixy]

You say that like there are worlds that aren't dangerous in some fashion.

[He'll look back towards Carson and shrugs.]

Given that this was caused by a dogfight with a Demon Lord, I doubt this will be on my agenda again.

[atadiscoverer]

Aye, but there's a difference between a risk of stubbing your toe or getting shot or stabbed to aliens that suck the life out of you.

[He looks back to Pixy, frowning.]

Unless he shows up here.

[solowingpixy]

I would imagine getting shot is a common risk for both here and other worlds. Can't say too much about that last one.

[His expression fell at the thought of Cipher showing up. He wasn't sure how he should feel about that idea.]

Seeing that I don't have my bird here, I doubt he would. We'd just have to sort things out a different way.

[He scoffs.] This hell would be appropriate for him, certainly.

[atadiscoverer]

You're a pilot?

[He starts working on patching the guy up.]

I work with the US Air Force back home.

[solowingpixy]

[He winces a bit when a more sensitive spot was touched, but it quickly subsided.]

Mercenary pilot. Flew with my fair share of different militaries, last of which was the Republic of Ustio.

[Well. He flew last with something completely different, but he won't openly talk about that. He almost considers asking about the 'US', as he knows better than to assume potential relations to the United States of Euro-Asia, but he decides not to. Though it was at least good to know that he was getting help from an actual air force doctor.]