Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140210024449/@comment-24487330-20140217233758

Tanner's twangy sleep-talking unnerved Camo at first, but after the third mention of "nuggets", it only served to get on his nerves. The only problem is: he wouldn't shut up the whole trip back to Beacon. Needless to say, the archer was more than just exhausted when he and Talen finally reached the area where the other applicants had gathered, not to mention more than a bit relieved to finally lay his ally down to rest.

Despite being rattled and annoyed about the results of their entrance trial, Camo nodded to Talen at his proposition, wordlessly agreeing to watch over the rest of the team while they rested. Once they were all asleep, he waited until the attention of any nearby initiates was otherwise occupied before assessing the damage he had taken. Thankfully, his Aura had recovered since being rent apart (although that was hardly surprising, seeing how there wasn't much to be regenerated), but his physical wounds were a more pressing issue.

The splinters in his face had come loose and fallen away recently, but the gashes in his stomach were still open and bleeding ever-so-slightly, which worried him tremendously. He wasn't used to pain the damage that caused it, so having to look down and acknowledge it made him very uncomfortable. He hoped that, whether Beacon's staff could assist or Talen would awaken soon and remedy his ailments, someone could aid him soon and keep him from looking so vulnerable for much longer...