All these wet noodles, good lord.

[velocirainbow]

[ So sometime late into Sunday, right before sunset, Cielo can be seen running through camp, soaked, and bleeding profusely from one of his arms. He's just screaming like an idiot, out of breath, making hand gestures at anyone in the cabins or the lodge. He doesn't stay long in one area, looking for help wherever he can.

He is also, incidentally, looking for Stan if he can find him. ]

Help--de clearin'--everybody real badly hurt, we need first-aid, I can only do so much, bandages...! Anythin' you got! An' pain medicine! We gwon need a lot!

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[lovecolored]

[ Marisa doesn't respond at first, because if that's indeed what happened, she kind of has mixed feelings on the matter. On one hand, gods are fickle and Ren probably should have known better, especially if this "Sol" is the cause of the rock parasite.

On the other hand, provoking a god and having it go ballistic on you is exactly the kind of stunt she would pull. Has pulled. Multiple times. Would she be in this bad of a condition if she fought Kanako or Hecatia in a direct fight, rather than a danmaku duel? ]

...geez. I hope they got some intel, at least, or we're bustin' our butts for nothin'.

[killtheanimals]

One hopes.

[He doesn't sound hopeful. Because the part he did hear sounded useless, but that could very well be a side-effect of the fact that he was seething at the time.]

[lovecolored]

[ ..... ]

...anyways. I hope I don't have to stockpile up on these kinda potions, but I'll be makin' some blood clotters tomorrow just in case. If you wanna know that recipe, too, I'll be out here, again.

[killtheanimals]

Oh-- yes, I can help with those as well.

[It's good to learn new things, especially something so useful.

...That, and it'll keep him occupied.]

Thanks for the hard work.