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[highhealplz]

Date & Time: Oct 8th, around midnight/1 AM
Location: halls/cafeteria!
Characters: Ashraf Salib and ???
Summary: ashraf looks like a bloody horror movie extra and desperately needs a shower. naturally, this is a great time to go for a stroll.
Warnings: blood and... remainders of gore? no actual gore unless something goes terribly wrong, dude's a healer.

[ A: Hallways ]
He's not moving too fast. It's slightly faster than a trudge, but a few paces below a stroll; both arms hang limply at his sides, with one of his hands clutching two golden, cross-tipped rods, and he watches the ground as he walks.

But more noticeable than the slumping posture or the slow steps, would probably be the way his beautiful, ornate robes look completely done for. They're soaked in blood, from a giant rip in the back suggesting a solid axing had happened somewhere around his spine, to a wash down from the neck, reminiscent of a cut throat. Blood mats his hair and has dried on his skin, but looking a little closer will show no visible wounds at all. The guy might look horrifying, but he's doing pretty okay for a victim of attempted manslaughter.

It's been a long night, man.


[ B: Cafeteria ]
One of his first destinations has been the cafeteria. It's late enough that it's emptied out, and he's free to slump at a seat at one of the tables and not worry about scaring anyone with his admittedly disturbing look. He'll take care of that... soon. Somehow. He hasn't worked out yet how he'll do it with just a 5 minute shower, but he'll work something out.

But for now: tea. He sips slowly as he stares at the far wall, willing himself to unwind. Exhaustion is just around the corner, if he can just do away with the dancing nerves of recent battle.

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[highhealplz]

[ Crivvens, that one's new. He takes a disorientated and sleepy second to focus on the word and wonder where it's from before it occurs to him to smile at this concerned stranger. Whole enough to smile, see? All's well. ]

Yeah, I'm fine. [ He even offers a little wave. ] This stuff is old.

[ Nevermind that most of it still wet and red... ]

[infiltrative]

[ Frankly, that smile is not reassuring at all. It edges him closer to the 'crazy axe murderer' category but the guy seems out of it enough that it could be blood loss too, so Huell hooks his thumbs into his belt at a lack of pockets to shove his hands into before casually strolling over.

Closer and the lie is even more obvious. ]

That don't look so old to me. What happened?

[highhealplz]

[ Caught. Ah, well, he hadn't put much effort into it anyway. ]

I was helping a friend relieve a little tension. [ True enough, right? He shrugs. ] But it's alright, really. I'm a healer.

[infiltrative]

A little tension?

[ He repeats after in an incredulous tone, coming to a halt across the table with both eyebrows raised. The entire thing sounds ridiculous enough that he actually believes it. But ... ]

Your friend a chainsaw murderer or something? 'Cause that ain't no healthy way of relieving tension.

[highhealplz]

No, no. [ He waves that off easily, still relaxed and smiling. Clearly this is no cause for alarm, right? ]

It was kind of like... training. We're supposed to be an army, after all, right?

[infiltrative]

[ Oh no, definitely not. It's not like Rush is starting to wonder about blood loss or anything.

He leans forward slightly, peering critically at the man's face. ]

Training usually doesn't involve nearly slaughtering each other or being slaughtered. Which I'm afraid to say is kinda what you look like you've been doing.