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Current Location: Forest

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-6

[The amount of sympathy shown when Yuan was taken was moving, really. After a few days of being experimented on, the Malnosso have decided to just dump him in the forest where they found/captured him. Still conscious, though in pain, he manages to pull the journal towards him and write an extremely sloppy message. With his own blood, I might add, because he doesn't have a pen.]

Lost my voice and feeling in my legs. Need assistance. In forest.

[Those who know Yuan longer than two weeks will realize that the situation must look pretty bad if he's actually asking for help. So seriously, cut the guy some slack and help him out here. He's lying face-down in some clearing, no doubt]

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[She frowns. She was impressed with herself. If they weren't well, well, phooey on them!]

Can do, Captain!

[and insert her saluting.]

[Yuan nods towards Albert in response to the armor comment. He's wearing a simple white shirt underneath his chest armor, and the arm and leg guards can be easily removed as well.]

[Albert nods at Yuan's confirmation, glancing at Usagi as he starts working on the arm guards.]

Usagi, start on the armor on his legs. You can carry all of armor in the chest plate cavity once we are done.

[She hums something in response and proceeds to as she's told. She fumbles for a second, and huffs slightly, her cheeks turning red. She finishes taking off the first one.]

Why so much armor? That's so, uh, hmm....middle ages!

[She quickly finishes taking off the other one, and places them next to her on the ground.]

[He has no clue what the middle ages are, but the armor is indeed extremely old. It's become a habit for him to put it on every morning, so he knows what a hassle it is to take it all off again.]

[It takes awhile to work off the armor that Yuan is wearing on his chest; Albert frowns as he finally manages to loosen the stubborn straps, tentatively removing the last significant piece of armor and setting it next to Usagi.]

Will you be able to carry all of that?

[She smiles and gives Albert a thumbs up.]

Not a problem!

[She gathers up the armor and stands, a little off balance but she knew she could manage. ]

[Yuan's still lying on his stomach, leaning on his elbows. He doesn't want to lie face-down in the mud, after all. His legs are pretty much numb so it's going to be one heck of a job to carry him outta here.]

[Albert is already grimacing at the idea of carrying Yuan the entire way, knowing that he won't be getting any help if Yuan's legs are not working at all.]

Let's get you sitting up, at least-- Yuan, wasn't it? Can you rest on your knees so I kneel in front of you?

[He moves over to help Yuan, still unaware of if his legs are paralyzed or broken.]

[Usagi watches the scene before her with a frown. She wishes she could be a bigger help. If only she had her locket with her..]

[Nodding curtly, Yuan uses his arms to slowly push himself into a kneeling position. Well, as kneeling as you can get anyway. His legs aren't really broken, just damaged a bit. It should heal in time, but for now, they're pretty much useless.]

[Albert steels himself for this next part, because he knows it will be a sizable strain on him. He's not a fighter in any way, so this will be a challenge. He kneels in front of Yuan, presenting his back for him to lean against; his wings are flattened to avoid hurting them.]

All right. Whenever you're ready, Yuan.

[Usagi leans against the trunk of a nearby tree as she waits. This armor sure was getting heavy.]

[... Piggy back ride? Yuan's shame grows, but there isn't much of a choice. Making sure not to put too much pressure on his left hand, he carefully slings his arms around Albert's neck, trying not to crush the guy's wings.]

[Considering their current choices -- making a sled to drag him back, literally carrying Yuan in his arms, or providing him a ride on his back -- Albert figured that this was the least humiliating choice. He slowly climbs to his feet, using his arms to support Yuan.]

...All right. Usagi, lead us back.

Right!

[She starts to lead them, and within the two feet she has moved, promptly trips and falls. Insert her wailing and whining before standing up again.]

ONWARD-HO!

[Oh boy, are you lucky Yuan lost his voice. If he hadn't, Usagi would've been sure to receive a snarky comment. Instead, he rolls his eyes, trying not to look like a completely helpless fool.]

[Inwardly, Albert acknowledges that this is probably why he doesn't come out of his room very often. At least there's something lively about the situation, even if he's currently carrying someone on his back.]

[[OOC: Because writing out the entire walk is pointless, let's just skip ahead to when they reach the village or clinic, shall we?]]

[Usagi squeals in delight as they reach the village, tempted to drop the heavy objects and sprint to the bakery, but she quelled the temptation and trotted on ahead to the clinic.]

C'mon Reddie! Use that muscle! We gotta get Blue guy fixed!

[Albert manages a snort at the nickname, pausing to get a better grip on Yuan before following her into the clinic. His back and legs are aching from the trip.]

My name is Albert.

[He promptly heads for the closest cot, basically dumping Yuan onto it in his weariness.]

[Yuan, who was nearly sinking into unconsciousness because of the tiring trip, suddenly gets quite a shock when he's dumped onto the bed. He loses his balance and falls backwards, onto his wings. An extremely hoarse groan is heard as he grits his teeth in dismay.]

[Usagi winces when she sees Yuan fall and places the armor down before moving to help him get comfortable.]

Is everyone alright? Albert, You should sit down and rest!

[Albert leans forward to rest his arms on his knees, breathing hard. It takes him a moment to collect himself and move off the bed to a nearby chair.]

...Tiring.

[Yuan uses his right hand and Usagi's support to sit up properly, leaning back against the pillow. He gives Albert an apologetic look, before closing his eyes.]

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