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Forging Bonds [Ghost & Cheese]

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Forging Bonds [Ghost & Cheese]

Could do magical modern? Most modern amenities just powered and motivated by magic/crystals rather than electricity/gas? So, no TV or internet, but able to talk or projected holograms through runed crystals like phones, indoor plumbing, ect. Something like that? Or just straight up modern? Both would be interesting, but modern barracks probably wouldn't be wooden with a drysink and a stove, so that'd have to change.

Forging Bonds [Ghost & Cheese]

Devon pursed his lips into a scowl, he could do this, he knew he could! But, maybe sitting down for awhile longer wasn't a bad idea. He pulled his legs back under the thin blanket and leaned against the bed's backboard, he was nothing if not stubborn, he was at least sitting up for now. And anyways, he could wait until the doctor was gone to try and walk around a bit again. He wiped away the tear stains from his cheeks and rubbed the crust from his eyes, no appearing weak to others, that was unacceptable. "Yeah, food." he admitted, he was damn hungry now that he was thinking about it. "Food is a good idea." Mr. Muffins picked himself up and trotted over to the shifter's lap lazily, and made himself comfortable again. Devon jumped as the cat stepped on a few bandaged gashes across his thighs, but managed to keep from yelping. "And a bowl for water for this thing here. Since he's mine now I guess." he nearly growled, grimacing at the pleased looking cat.

Forging Bonds [Ghost & Cheese]

Mr. Muffin's ears twitched as the door creaked open, he had only registered hearing someone pacing down the hall a few seconds prior. At least his hearing was mostly unscathed, though perhaps he was a bit delayed in cognizance still. The shifter tilted his head only slightly, just enough to see the newcomer. He looked the medic up and down slowly, eyes lingering a few seconds more than what he knew would be comfortable before looking back down to the cat pushing his head into his hand. "Sore." he stated sharply, flexing his other arm to test it's movement. He took a breath, a sharp pain echoed through his chest, "Bruised rib, my right. Slight whiplash. No broken bones. Flesh injuries seem to be taken care of, so you can at least do that." He rattled off, mentally taking count of his injuries. Devon had had worse done to him, no point in complaining further. Flinching, he started to pull himself up to get out of bed, if he had been laying there for a few days then that was enough. His arms and back screamed out in protest as he twisted to get leverage, he could do this, he had been through worse, right? The tabby by his side grumbled and batted at him to lay back down and continue petting him, which only earned his a sharp look from the shifter.

Forging Bonds [Ghost & Cheese]

Wooden floors, two story dorm like setting was what I was picturing. This is a more permanent building rather than one that follows the battlefield, maybe just outside the castle?

Forging Bonds [Ghost & Cheese]

Bleh, bleh, that was a terrible first post, I'm sorry xc

Forging Bonds [Ghost & Cheese]

Devon groaned, his head pounded, his body screamed out in pain. He didn't want to remember, but he did. Kidda's scream, the fireball, the fall. "You'll be okay, Devon. You'll find someone. Find someone, for me, okay?" He hiccuped, swallowing a sob. That was it then, he was alone. Gold eyes opened to try and mask the memories that played in his mind, to a plain medical room in the barracks. Bare wood walls, a small wood burner, dry sink, and window were the only break in the woodgrain. He shakily let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. A small meow sounded from the door, he turned to look and saw Kidda's fat tabby cat had nosed open the door. Mr. Muffin she had named him, he was probably looking for her. "Hey." he whispered, voice cracking. It felt like he hadn't used his voice in weeks, how long had he been out? Judging by the healing of his wounds, a couple of days maybe. The tabby softly padded over and jumped up onto the bed, curling next to Devon's side. Flexing his arm, he gingerly brought it up to pat the cat's head, already fast asleep. "Guess you're my cat now, huh?" He tried to joke, but his voice came out flat. Suddenly he could feel something cool drop down onto his neck, touching his cheek, he realized he hadn't stopped himself from crying.