Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140401010735/@comment-24261822-20140719013408

Sitting on the ground Talen started to giggle again, but nipped it in the bud as he pressed one of the knives he still had from Albastru through the palm of his left hand. Laughs traded for grunts of pain, a somber and strained look plastered the medic's face.

"I'll keep it short and sweet. I'm a little messed up on drugs, so I can't safely attend to Camo. Al's doing it, and I trust him to do fine. I came out here to find you, and that's about it. Now let's get back, sh-"

Before finishing his sentence, Talen thought he saw what looked like a dancing Beowolf behind Tanner. Looking back to his hand and wiggling the blade that was still in it, he winced and looked behind his teammate again. Nothing. He started to walk back towards the campgrounds.

"Great... now hallucinations."