[Inhuman--perhaps. Freakish in the self-healing--well, just a bit. Perhaps in just about any other sort of circumstance, these sorts of things would be giving Jade a bit more pause. Some scenario where they aren't dodging death by furniture at every turn, or...some scenario where this were a complete stranger instead--an unknown entity would certainly garner at least some wariness, by comparison. But...
Hm, that's the odd sort of catch, isn't it? They're certainly not friends, exactly. Barely even agreeable roommates, honestly. Yet all the same, perhaps by the simple virtue of the fact that they've had to tolerate each other's existence for at least a few hours a day every day for the last month or so...Jade does know Natsuno as some form of acquaintance by now, at the absolute least. And it's not as if there's any particular hatred here. Brattiness yes, rudeness nigh-constantly (if not equally dished on both sides), a perpetual seemingly unnecessary sort of caginess around certain oddities in habits that are just now finally starting to make a bit of sense. Perhaps in another time--before the lowering of the Outer Lands, back home--Jade would have been more than happy to leave Natsuno to his own risky devices after the first attempt at breaking away. But now...
Well, Natsuno is still his roommate, after all. ...And he's a teen, besides. About the same age in some ways as...
Hm. Anyway.
Glare is matched for deadpan glare in turn--and it's a vague sort of relief, really, when Natsuno does eventually lean on his arm without much in the way of further protest. (He would have actually gone through with carrying Natsuno once more, if he tried being particularly stubborn about all this, but you know. Considering the terrain...and also his back.....yeah--) A begrudging compromise finally achieved, the journey down the rest of the stairs is a slow and staggering but successful one. Though they probably very nearly mutually wipe out on the floor yet again a couple more times--or perhaps even do, here and there, making for a great head-start on new bruises for Jade and Natsuno both--in the combined time it takes to emerge from the stairs and close the struggle of distance to the theater. At least there's a great deal less furniture to contend with on deck four, though, and...
Eventually--finally--they're pushing through the doors already half-swinging loose, and they're there, and sure enough the theater in itself is still decently intact through the perpetual gloom it already maintains by design. Just as Jade had guessed, the bolted-down chairs don't yet budge even as the floor continues swaying to and fro; by the end of it all Jade's all but pushing Natsuno into one of them, before standing back with a weary sigh. Ah...he's really almost about as covered in blood as Natsuno is, by this point, but oh well. It's not his, and the downpour outside's probably going to end up washing off most of it before the night is out anyway, and--]
Right. As hoped--seems things are more stable here. ...You are going to stay in here, yes? I don't know--how long the duration of your healing might be... [A slight and rather harried sort of pause, as Jade's glance falls to the spot where that stomach wound had been in particular; multiple questions still want to form somewhere in the back of his throat, a number steadily growing from the moment he'd yanked that sign piece out earlier. But, no, still...] Regardless, you should take this time to recover, and either way--this is most likely the safest place you could be on this ship currently. Although, you'll want to keep an awareness for any signs we might start sinking...I will try to message you to warn as much, if I can. But if you find the floor listing to one side and not righting itself, I would recommend seeking out higher ground regardless of lightning at that point.
[Another pause. Jade draws in a breath, very clearly still wanting to say rather many more things, but he also seems to be visibly stopping himself too; ultimately, he's only letting one question out after all, terse and a bit...wary. Still sort of expecting some form of argument, really.]
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Hm, that's the odd sort of catch, isn't it? They're certainly not friends, exactly. Barely even agreeable roommates, honestly. Yet all the same, perhaps by the simple virtue of the fact that they've had to tolerate each other's existence for at least a few hours a day every day for the last month or so...Jade does know Natsuno as some form of acquaintance by now, at the absolute least. And it's not as if there's any particular hatred here. Brattiness yes, rudeness nigh-constantly (if not equally dished on both sides), a perpetual seemingly unnecessary sort of caginess around certain oddities in habits that are just now finally starting to make a bit of sense. Perhaps in another time--before the lowering of the Outer Lands, back home--Jade would have been more than happy to leave Natsuno to his own risky devices after the first attempt at breaking away. But now...
Well, Natsuno is still his roommate, after all. ...And he's a teen, besides. About the same age in some ways as...
Hm. Anyway.
Glare is matched for deadpan glare in turn--and it's a vague sort of relief, really, when Natsuno does eventually lean on his arm without much in the way of further protest. (He would have actually gone through with carrying Natsuno once more, if he tried being particularly stubborn about all this, but you know. Considering the terrain...and also his back.....yeah--) A begrudging compromise finally achieved, the journey down the rest of the stairs is a slow and staggering but successful one. Though they probably very nearly mutually wipe out on the floor yet again a couple more times--or perhaps even do, here and there, making for a great head-start on new bruises for Jade and Natsuno both--in the combined time it takes to emerge from the stairs and close the struggle of distance to the theater. At least there's a great deal less furniture to contend with on deck four, though, and...
Eventually--finally--they're pushing through the doors already half-swinging loose, and they're there, and sure enough the theater in itself is still decently intact through the perpetual gloom it already maintains by design. Just as Jade had guessed, the bolted-down chairs don't yet budge even as the floor continues swaying to and fro; by the end of it all Jade's all but pushing Natsuno into one of them, before standing back with a weary sigh. Ah...he's really almost about as covered in blood as Natsuno is, by this point, but oh well. It's not his, and the downpour outside's probably going to end up washing off most of it before the night is out anyway, and--]
Right. As hoped--seems things are more stable here. ...You are going to stay in here, yes? I don't know--how long the duration of your healing might be... [A slight and rather harried sort of pause, as Jade's glance falls to the spot where that stomach wound had been in particular; multiple questions still want to form somewhere in the back of his throat, a number steadily growing from the moment he'd yanked that sign piece out earlier. But, no, still...] Regardless, you should take this time to recover, and either way--this is most likely the safest place you could be on this ship currently. Although, you'll want to keep an awareness for any signs we might start sinking...I will try to message you to warn as much, if I can. But if you find the floor listing to one side and not righting itself, I would recommend seeking out higher ground regardless of lightning at that point.
[Another pause. Jade draws in a breath, very clearly still wanting to say rather many more things, but he also seems to be visibly stopping himself too; ultimately, he's only letting one question out after all, terse and a bit...wary. Still sort of expecting some form of argument, really.]
...Is that clear?