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Who: idk!!
Where: Outside the Pygnus area
When: Day 145, Morning (...after Dinobird has fled)
What: some dude in red EXPLORING

Huh. So where are these Judges. . .?

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[… fffff

N-Nonchalant. Nothing to see here; nothing to see at all. Very subtly trying to angle the very, very fresh bloodstains down one side of my shirt away from you.]

[well, first we'll check to make sure you're not ganking anyone's pants]

[H-HEY what do you take me for.]

[... a sensible thief who likes pants?]

[... Yyyyeaahh well. I am, that.]

[so telling Ikki of your pant-thieving ways is A++ amirite?]

[If I find out about this, you are a dead man. ... Or at least a harassed one.

But in the meantime, I'mma gonna be stumbling, then carrying on.]

[... ummm. No. that was attention-getting.]

[YOU SAW NOTHING.

Slllliiiiinking away]

[DOVE IS TELLING ME YOU DID SOMETHING THAT REQUIRED A DISTRACTION AND CLEANING UP. I HOPE YOU FEEL THIS STUDIOUS AND SUSPICIOUS GAZE]

[IT FEELS LIKE A DRILL TO THE SKULL D8 One that I am determinedly ignoring]

[PICTURE IF YOU WILL: KAITO WITH A GLEAMING SILVER NEEDLE READY AND WILLING TO STICK YOU IN THE FLESH TO SEW YOU BACK UP.

... doesn't know about the new injury yet at least]

[FML FOREVER]

[YOU'RE LUCKY I'M NICE]

[BUT YOU'RE STILL GONNA MAKE ME SUFFER. And feel guilty.

fffff hugging useless-ish arm to self and trekking! Slightly woozily, but.]

[. . . do I have to catch you to make you stop?]

[Yup. 8| Plodplodwobbleplod goes the ninja]

[why is rounding up injured Vulps suddenly my job?]

... Trixie.

W-Wah!

[Almost keeps walking, but then. Pauses.]

Fancy runnin' into you here!

Real fancy.

Dove tells me she had to patch you up?

[… TRAITOR]

A giant flying raptor thing decided that I looked delicious, but it's really nothing to worry about. Just a few scrapes, y'know? Dove lent me a few bits of cloth to clean 'em up with.

[This would probably be more convincing if I didn't have the vaguely glassy-eyed and pale/clammy look of somebody in pain]

[. . . oh yeah. not falling for it]

If it's not that bad, let me see.

[… Busted. ._.

No use hiding it now, huh? Trixie switches angles slightly so that you can see her right side: tunic is bloodsoaked wherever her right arm has touched it, though the arm itself is clumsily (but not terribly) bandaged in Pyxis red cloth. And on top of that, it's preeetty obvious that her stitches got messed up.]

I was… gonna get back before you and patch it up on my own.

[. . . oh man oh man what]

Trixie, what the hell?

The flying raptor… thing. It had a spinning beak.

[Kicks a pebble, looking away] I was fast enough that it didn't manage to break or shatter my arm, at least.