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Zanka isn’t a loud guy. He doesn’t yell much, it’s hard to hear him speak and to top it off, he sucks at communication. Now he’s missing and no one knows where he is because they missed when he said where his mission was.
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Pain bloomed along his ribs, hot red seeping through the strong fabric of his clothes. Laboured breaths ripped their way out his throat. Zanka laid there, with a hole through his middle wishing he just once, spoke a little louder. It was supposed to be easy, just go to the location and look around for the little trash beast seen roaming around. Its obvious now that the locals have a different definition of little. The thing was shoulder height and weighed about four of him. It even had weird prongs all over its body, scratching him up every time he tried to get close. He managed to defeat it at least, only just. It was awfully ironic, stabbing a hole through him as he did the same to it. Now the trash beast’s dead and he’s slowly dying too. Wind fluttered over his wound, dust coiling around his skin. Zanka winced in pain at the sensation, his eyes squeezing shut as blind white pain shot through his body. A soft pitter patter creeped up from somewhere towards Zanka but he was too gone to notice. He thought about Riyou and Rudo and if they would be sad, he hoped they would. He hoped again that none of them looked for him for too long. A small glow shone in the corner of his eye, his conscious fading with the light. A small sting placed itself on his cheek, numbness crawling over his muscles. He vaguely thought it could be Eisha as he passed out.
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The howling wind and stench of an oncoming trash storm filled up Jabbers nostrils. His face scrunching up at the smell. “Eugh never gets any better man.” his rough voice murmured, not wanting the odor to enter his mouth. The air was worse then it could be here, it being the boarder of a no mans land didn’t help either. Jabbers eyes squinted as a small glint flashed in the distance, small pupils locking in on the dot. He wandered closer, still keeping his distance. “Mnh the boss did say to stay hidden but aint no way im not taking a little peek” Jabber said with glee in his eyes. He skipped on over to get a better look, hoping it would be some sweet treasure or a merchant with a good stock. Tho as he crept closer, activating Mankira in hopes of a fight, he saw familiar clothes sprawled on the ground and well and truly destroyed trash beast. His step faltered as he recognized the victim, eyes darting around and spotting Lovley assist staff off the the side, her length undamaged even after a supposedly brutal fight. Jabber crouched down, getting his face in close the Zankas, a hint of shock flashing over his features. His clawed hand drifting towards the hole pierced through Zankas middle. He immediately thought to jab his skin with Mankira, numbing him and knocking him out all in one. He deactivated Mankira and wiggled his arms under Zankas limp body, one under his knees and one under his back, and hoisted him up to start his way to shelter.
About an hour later Jabber managed to make it to a small cave, his bag and trinkets from earlier left sprawled on the smooth stone. He pushed the small bits to the side with his shoe. He placed Zanka flat on his back in the middle of the space on the floor, and went to grab supplies out of his satchel. It took him some time but he managed to clean, stitch up and wrap his wound, hands coated in dark blood. He quietly murmured, mostly to himself, “damn mr bad attitude, thats alotta blood ya lost there.” as he quietly spoke he plopped down beside him, closing his eyes for a small nap after such a long walk.