A Different Approach [Damon/Open]

[Kenyon]

"The idea . . ." Cordin muttered, trying to keep his grip on the ottermaid. "I got no bloody problem with peace, Miss. I figured bringin' the little ball o' fire to ye would be a better choice than leavin' 'er t'die out on the bolly sands, wot?" His smile dropped off the corporal's face for a moment as Black walked up.

Roseleaf was seriously considering at this point shoving all three (including Black) out into the hallway and shutting her doors firmly. Not two months ago her time, while busy, had been calm. Everything fell into place. She didn’t have badgerlords stepping on ferrets and carting them into the infirmary in ‘secret’ wood carts. She didn’t have a timid mouse maid who refused to get herself to supply and get herself a proper fitting uniform. She didn’t have Black hovering in the corner and scaring the babes, because it was summer and he much preferred his grisly woodland home. Why he didn’t just accept a decommissioning and stay out there all year, she had given up wondering.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have that luxury. She narrowed her eyes and prepared what would be a properly scathing speech without language that would scald the ears of Corporal Dorchestor.

"TAM! You're alive!"

Tam delivered a sharply placed elbow and threw herself at her cousin, a huge grin, relief and joy breaking out on her face. He was alive! The clenched, butterfly feeling in her stomach, guilt and anger and doubt, dissolved as she clutched him in a hard return hug. Her words rushed and overlapped with his.

“Damon, I thought you were dead, I thought I’d left you to die, I was so afraid, but you’re alive!” "What happened after we got separated? Where ya been all this time, Tam? Hell's Teeth, I thought you were gone forever."

"Ahem." Roseleaf's face was stern, her voice dry. "If you two are done?"

[Romulus]

The two otters were reunited, and the corporal was shoved against the wall. His face twisted into a pained grimace as the male otter's rudder struck him in the legs, and the female otter's elbow struck him in the chest. "For the love a' the gods!" he cried. "That's the flippin' thanks I get for bloody bringin' ye here?" If this kept up, he'd need medical attention, as well.

Nursing his bruised ribs, the golden-eyed hare straightened, backing off a pace to a less . . . otter-occupied space. He decided then and there that he didn't like otters, anymore. Well, at least not these two. And to think, Cordin hadn't even known this other otter had been in the sick bay, and he'd brought them back together! (Well, he'd known about the injured one, but he'd forgotten for the moment.) And now they treated him like a pesky fly! The nerve . . .

"Ahem." Roseleaf's face was stern, her voice dry. "If you two are done?"

"I'd jolly well say I'm done," Cordin said irritably. He'd had enough interactions with otters to last him awhile. "Unless these two care t'beat me bloody well unconscious, and unless ye need me help, I'll be on my flippin' merry way." It wasn't that he wasn't happy for the two otters. Both of them were in a right state, and apparently they hadn't seen each other in a long time. But honestly, had the female never been offered a kind gesture before?

((Bleh, scattered.))

[.:Fawn:.]

The scarred, still scarily thin otter laughed, the wavedog's red eyes glittering as he grinned at the cousin he thought he'd never see again. "I've been here this whole time, I must've got washed down the coast to this regular ol' rabbit-hole, or should I say rabbit mountain?" Sure the correct term was 'hare', but Damon was too happy to care.

"Ahem." Roseleaf's face was stern, her voice dry. "If you two are done?"

Damon glanced over his shoulder, snorting at Roseleaf's displeased expression. "Hey, if you had lost your only surviving kinbeast and just found out she was alive, you wouldn't appreciate some snippy haremaid breathin' down your neck, now wouldya?" Honestly, the NERVE of somebeasts. Clapping a paw onto Tampa's back (though gently, considering her condition), the wavedog's mood was much higher than anyone at Salamandastron has ever seen it. "What'dya say we let Ms. Wavebob 'ere and Doctor Skull-face have a look at you, okay? Don't worry, they won't hurt you," the overprotective otter cast scathing eyes upon the skeletal-faced Doctor Black, staring into those haughty gray eyes of his. "Cuz they know that if they do, I'll kill 'em."

The threat was not lost on Azryel, but he chose not to respond -- simply because he just wasn't in the mood for an argument with a creature so beneath his intelligence/skill level, it would make him look dumber for bothering.
Instead, Azryel turned his attention to the offended Corporal Dorchester. "Assuming you don't any medical attention, that is." The doctor didn't know if Tam had bitten Cordin, or scratched him or done anything to physically harm him on the way here, but he had caught the elbowing and the shoving, which did not seem like anything serious. Still. One couldn't be too careful, considering Azryel had absolutely no idea what sort of hell hole the male and female otters had crawled out of -- or what...diseases lurked there.