Cho Hakkai (
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Who: Cho Hakkai, Sha Gojyo, & open prompts!
When: Just Keep Swimming, Part 2
Where: Onboard the Enposib & on the nearby island
What: Hakkai is injured in the shipwreck but manages to get out, with a little help from afriend It's Complicated
Warnings: Injury, general peril, probably Hakkai and Gojyo being complete petty assholes at each other
Closed to Gojyo/Crash
Hakkai's running for their cabin when the wave hits. The Admiral's warning came just in time to get him moving: Jeep is still in the room, and it's on the lowest deck.
And then, impact. The hallway goes sideways, Hakkai flings himself into a flip for the cabin door, and the ship keeps rolling as he's in the air. He lands badly on an ornamental molding, one leg folds under him, and before he even finishes his roll he knows something is wrong with his ankle.
He drags himself up on the overturned doorjamb, forces open the warped door to see glass overhead that had once been the floor. Blurred by dripping seawater, a blue sky arches above. Jeep darts to him from under a half-broken table, his cries panicked and sharp, and Hakkai presses one hand over his back reassuringly as the little dragon burrows against his shoulder. He's uninjured.
Hakkai breathes out with relief, and hop-limps into the room, supporting himself on the walls and overturned, broken furniture as he makes his way towards the far wall. Surely he'll be able to break through the glass with a well-applied chi attack. Once he's out--
Once he's out, he'll deal with the next problem.
The Island, Afterwards/Open
Once Hakkai's made it out of the shipwreck and splinted his ankle, he's going to turn his attention to survival. With his foot still healing, he doesn't have the capacity to swim back out and help anyone free of the wreck.
The fish are potentially dangerous, so he's leaving those unfished and focusing on gathering and testing tiny bits of different plants and local insects.
Anyone interested in a skewer of roasted grubs, a pot of boiled greens-and-roots that almost certainly won't cause any serious gastrointestinal distress, or helping to bring him some water and some soft leaves while he discovers that his most recent test berry isn't safe to eat is welcome to join him at his well-made campfire. Anyone pointing out that a man with a broken ankle should probably sit down will be... less listened to. It's definitely almost healed, and he's fine. Do not test this. He'll fall over.
When: Just Keep Swimming, Part 2
Where: Onboard the Enposib & on the nearby island
What: Hakkai is injured in the shipwreck but manages to get out, with a little help from a
Warnings: Injury, general peril, probably Hakkai and Gojyo being complete petty assholes at each other
Closed to Gojyo/Crash
Hakkai's running for their cabin when the wave hits. The Admiral's warning came just in time to get him moving: Jeep is still in the room, and it's on the lowest deck.
And then, impact. The hallway goes sideways, Hakkai flings himself into a flip for the cabin door, and the ship keeps rolling as he's in the air. He lands badly on an ornamental molding, one leg folds under him, and before he even finishes his roll he knows something is wrong with his ankle.
He drags himself up on the overturned doorjamb, forces open the warped door to see glass overhead that had once been the floor. Blurred by dripping seawater, a blue sky arches above. Jeep darts to him from under a half-broken table, his cries panicked and sharp, and Hakkai presses one hand over his back reassuringly as the little dragon burrows against his shoulder. He's uninjured.
Hakkai breathes out with relief, and hop-limps into the room, supporting himself on the walls and overturned, broken furniture as he makes his way towards the far wall. Surely he'll be able to break through the glass with a well-applied chi attack. Once he's out--
Once he's out, he'll deal with the next problem.
The Island, Afterwards/Open
Once Hakkai's made it out of the shipwreck and splinted his ankle, he's going to turn his attention to survival. With his foot still healing, he doesn't have the capacity to swim back out and help anyone free of the wreck.
The fish are potentially dangerous, so he's leaving those unfished and focusing on gathering and testing tiny bits of different plants and local insects.
Anyone interested in a skewer of roasted grubs, a pot of boiled greens-and-roots that almost certainly won't cause any serious gastrointestinal distress, or helping to bring him some water and some soft leaves while he discovers that his most recent test berry isn't safe to eat is welcome to join him at his well-made campfire. Anyone pointing out that a man with a broken ankle should probably sit down will be... less listened to. It's definitely almost healed, and he's fine. Do not test this. He'll fall over.

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He noted the other man's banged up appearance and wrapped foot, but he didn't say anything just yet as he only settled himself down by he fire. He himself had a little bandage over one brow and there were a bit of dried blood making stark dark contrasting stains on his white robes, but they were around his neckline and some rubbed onto his shoulders. The latter didn't look like it belonged to him though.
He settled down watching the other man with one hand tucked under his chin, clearly with no intention of helping the injured man at the moment. Wu Xin was tired, he had been ferrying quite a few things across the water today, and it hadn't been done with jet skis.
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"I think so," he decides aloud. "I'm not sure how nutritious it is, but it won't make you sick."
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It really was a form of respect.
"It should be quite well. This young monk had similar meals before, wild vegetables from the back mountains boiled in a little salt and water. If only we had some mushrooms to go with it."
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And he's not willing to plan around being on this island for too long. The Barge should be back soon.
That, at least, is his assumption.
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"Thrawn did teach a method of how to identify poisonous items... But the whole process would take over a day to test for each type, perhaps it be best that we trusted senior Hakkai instead before we all starved." And while he spoke, he went ahead to help himself to the pot with a bowl, probably salvaged from the ship.
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"It would be better if I had any vinegar," he sighs. "Well, there's no helping it."
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He glanced around a moment later to see if the little dragon was around. If Hakkai was injured so, he hoped nothing happened to Jeep.
"Did senior get very injured?" he asked after the first bowl. He might have concentrated mainly on eating during the first one because he hadn't eaten anything the whole day. While some caught fishes... well, that didn't fall into a monk's diet.
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"Not that badly," Hakkai says dismissively, leaning forward to hold a hand out for Wu Xin's bowl. "I'm afraid I was caught at a bad moment when the ship overturned -- but it's just my ankle. It'll heal. Would you like seconds?"
It would probably heal better if he stopped putting strain on it, but he's decided to have faith in his own resilience. If it's misplaced, that's a problem for later.
"I hope you weren't hurt in the wreck yourself?"
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"This young monk was in the center few floors of the ship when it happened. The displacement wasn't huge, just the initial impact caught this young monk off guard." After that he was either jumping to keep up with the movement or threw his protective bell shield up until things were more settled.
He handed the bowl over with a grateful nod and smile. "Perhaps Senior Hakkai could explore the washed up sea vegetation next. Those have plenty to be gathered and this young monk heard they are less likely to be poisonous. At least, from where I came from."
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"Who knows if they're still safe on a different planet? But it would be worth a try."
Jeep half-flutters, half-hops over to them, apparently deciding that the conversation had gone on long enough that Hakkai needs company; he smiles at the little dragon in a brief unguarded moment, making space on his knee.
"Ah," he says, "you have company, Wu Xin."
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Although painful, it's not a serious injury as far as he can tell, at least, and his first instinct is Where is Hakkai? His first instinct is to run all over the ship to find him, but that's stupid, that's completely impractical when he has no idea where Hakkai is; he could be outside the ship already for all Gojyo knows.
And so, reluctantly, he starts making his way towards what he hopes is the right side of the ship, frustratingly slowed down by the water.
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Unfortunately, it also doesn't do much more than leave a bit of char across the surface of the glass. Hakkai stares at it, frustrated, then grits his teeth and tries again, summoning a larger attack.
This one echoes more loudly; Jeep clings to the upturned sofa beside him with a squawk, and Hakkai reels back with the force of releasing it. His weight comes down on his bad ankle and he pitches sideways as agony jolts up his leg, landing awkwardly against the sofa.
He's pale and sweating. The glass is-- not cracked. Not yet. He can't even tell if the damage is worse than it was from the first blow. Grimly, he drags himself back upright on the furniture, glaring at the glass.
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More importantly, while Gojyo's hearing isn't as sharp as that of a full-blood youkai, that faint sound of a distressed little dragon leaves no doubt what it is he's hearing. Fuck, even if Hakkai isn't down there, it's not like Gojyo can leave Jeep.
He begins wading towards the open door -- walking on what used to be a wall -- slowed down by the water.
"Hakkai?"
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"Gojyo?"
He closes one hand around the back of the tumbled sofa, supporting himself against the urge for his knees to buckle with relief. That's one person alive who he hadn't been -- certain of. Jeep takes wing, darting through the door and to Gojyo to regale him with a litany of frantic chirps; Hakkai forces himself upright, weight all on his good leg, and turns towards the door.
"Are you hurt?"
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"Yeah, yeah, long time no see, squirt." And back to Hakkai:
"I'm fine, but we gotta get out of here!"
There's some blood visible on the shoulder he holds up for Jeep, but really, they've all had worse. And Gojyo isn't terribly attentive when it comes to... a lot of things, but he knows Hakkai, and just looking him over he can tell there's something off about the way he's standing.
"You okay?"
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"I twisted my ankle." It's optimistic and he knows it, but it doesn't actually matter how serious the injury is. Gojyo's right, they have to get out of the ship, and Hakkai can't walk. He gestures with the hand he's not using to support himself on the sofa, indicating the soot-smeared glass ship's bottom curving beside him. Through the glass, the blue sky is visible overhead, decorated with a few pretty, puffy white clouds.
"I've been trying to break through the glass, but it's tougher than it looks. There might be a way out on the deck with the jet skis...?"
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He shakes his head, attempting to clear it a little as Jeep climbs his arm. In retrospect, today would have been a good day to stay sober.
"I guess, but doesn't that assume someone brought the freaking things below deck in the first place?" ...Not an impossibility, he supposes.
"Can you walk at all?"
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But what does Gojyo care, anyway, a bitter part of his heart chimes in. Hakkai isn't any more recognizable for having a bad ankle in a ship that could go down at any moment. So: he has his out, if he wants to go, and Hakkai is fairly sure it's true that he'll manage to get himself out somehow.
The look he levels at Gojyo is wary.
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Fine, go ahead and manage, then. He wants to say that. It's probably what Hakkai wants him to say.
"Come and get Jeep, then." He puts a hand on Jeep's back, not stopping him from flying away, but not encouraging it.
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Island
He's still fully armed and armored, both his pack and his 'duffel' strapped to the back of his armor, with his helmet magnetically attached atop the lot of it, so it's almost like an armored head is looking over the top of his own.
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He's settling down on a broad rock beside them, a bit salt-stained but dry, and starting to separate the blue fist-sized things with the scaly outer rind from the reddish compound berries.
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He sits down opposite Hakkai, straight-backed and cross-legged on the ground. "But don't get rid of the damaged stuff, just set it to one side and I'll eat it, and see if there's anyone else whose digestive tract isn't picky." No point wasting edible food under the circumstances, even if it's barely edible food.
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He really would rather not find out that any of this fruit develops poisonous qualities when damaged. It's an alien world. Who knows?