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∞ 18: Second return [voice/action] | record unhackable after the fact

[A weak groan, followed by ragged coughs. There's the scraping of shoes and clothing against gravel, followed by another ragged cough.]

I-- it can't... Still dark...

[ooc: He's baaaack.]

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For those that matter right now, yes.

I won't.

I'll continue talking. Maybe that will help.

I can still feel everything. It just-- hurts. I can walk, though I probably shouldn't-- my ankle aches.

Okay. You've still got everything, so that's a start.

[There's a little bird missile incoming, Al. Hope you're not too worried about your hair.]

No... No, thankfully, no. Caesar, there was--

[And cue the owl digging into Albert's hair.]

Aaaahhhh!

[ooc: *facepalm* Great, Albert. Now Caesar's heard you scream.]

[It's probably a good thing, really -- otherwise, Caesar would have probably tripped over him. As it is, he skids to a halt beside his brother, wide-eyed and breathless.]

H-hey, it's me.

Augh, you damn bird, if my scalp is bleeding--

[And yet he's not moving for the bird in his hair; he's just sitting there, a hand to his forehead.]

[There's a long pause, followed by burst of quiet, almost desperate laughter as Caesar lays a hesitant hand on Albert's shoulder, looking as best he can for any visible injuries.]

Just like last time, huh?

[He starts a little at the hand on his shoulder, snapping his head in Caesar's direction. His eyes are noticeably glassy in the semidarkness.]

No, not the same. I'm ... more aware this time. How... How long have I--?

[It's probably a good thing Albert can't see. The raw look on Caesar's face isn't something he'd like very much, anyway. He doesn't move his hand; rather, it's only out of concern for the potential damage done that he doesn't cling to Albert in a very un-Silverbergian hug.]

Ease down; it's just me. I won't -- I'll tell you before I do that again.

[It would almost sound like he was unconcerned, if not for the occasional catch and tremble in his voice.]

It's been a week.

[A ragged sigh escapes Albert's lips, and he lifts a hand to cough onto the back of it. His back is rigid and his posture wary as he speaks.]

I know it's just you. I just-- My body reacts. That's all.

[He shakes his head slowly, mindful of his headache and the little owl on his head.]

A week... It doesn't seem right. It doesn't feel that long.

Edited 2008-03-19 05:54 (UTC)

I'm sure it's only temporary. There have been others who have lost their vision during the abduction, as you know ... but they've all recovered completely.

[He sighs, shifting his weight from one knee to another.] Memory lapse?

There were others? ...It has to be. It has to be temporary. I don't... I don't know what I'll do if this is permanent. What kind of strategist can't see?

[He grasps the journal he barely found in the clearing, his expression vague.] I think so. I lost track of time. I could sense day or night.

At least two others. [He neglects to mention that both cases involved people with 'special' eyes. It's unnecessary information, as far as he's concerned. He believes wholeheartedly that Albert's sight will return, and that's all he can go on at the moment.]

[Another relatively stricken expression that he's glad Albert can't see.] We can figure that out later. For now, we should probably get you home.

How long, I wonder... I don't want to be blind for too long. How frustrating. I have no intention of being the next Soledt.

Yes... Help me up. I hurt my foot when I ran into a rock.

Sheena... She-- she was still on the trail.

Edited 2008-03-19 11:37 (UTC)

You'll be back to your cheerful self, soon, Albert, don't worry.

[He stands, instinctively dusting off his knees before crouching beside Albert.] All right. Why don't we give it a minute. If it's bad, I don't want to hurt you any more than necessary with inadequate support.

[He stifles a cough, shutting his eyes with something akin to frustration.] I can walk. It just hurts. And-- and a little bit of a healing isn't going to make it go away completely.

Damn it, I hate this feeling.

All right, Albert. Come on, then. [With that, he moves to assist Albert however he needs it.] You stubborn bastard.

Shut up.

[It's probably not obvious with his coat and scarf on (and not to mention in the forest's darkness), but he's sweating as he struggles to his feet once more.]

If I trip, don't try to catch me.

Oh, sure, that's a great idea, Al. [He sounds worried and frustrated, but he'll do his best to follow Albert's wishes.]

Can I at least warn you about obstacles?

Of course. [He takes a deep breath, eyes narrowed.] It's not like I want to fall over.

Now lead the way.

I know. [He sighs heavily, and moves forward, careful not to go too quickly -- at which point, he catches sight of Sheena, waving at them.]

Looks like she finally found us.

Sorry that took so long.

[Looking at Albert, then at Caesar with a questioning expression]

I didn't hear you coming at all, Sheena.

[He doesn't look surprised; more like weary.]

Edited 2008-03-20 05:21 (UTC)

It's no trouble, Sheena. Thank you for your help. [Despite the confident tone of voice, the look he gives Sheena is somewhat confused, and more than a little helpless.]

Have you got anything in that magic arsenal of yours for pain?

I wouldn't really call it an 'arsenal,' Caesar. ...But yeah, I can do a little.

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