exsilium | Video; oo3 [3am]

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Video; oo3 [3am]

Um.

[The video feed kicks on at some ungodly hour during the night and finds Isaac- or, more accurately, the faint outline of Isaac. The world around him is dark, but for what it's worth, he seems to be outside. In the snow.

The first thing you'd probably notice is that he isn't dressed for it at all. Isaac is actually pretty much wearing a t-shirt, fabric pajama pants, and has no shoes or socks to speak of. He's drenched, shivering something awful, and seems to be rather in the middle of nowhere.]

I could use a little help. [His teeth chatter as he speaks. Not fun.] Is anyone awake? I just kind of... woke up here a few minutes ago. So, uh- a jacket or a way home would be nice.

[[ooc: Isaac's weapon is sort of in the process of leveling up and as a result, he's sleepwalkin'. Anyone is welcome to find him! c:]]

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It may . . . but I honestly haven't a clue. Maybe someone here knows more about dreams than I do?

But I am going to turn this off for a moment - I know where you are, now, so I'm going to run so you don't freeze, alright?

Sure. I'll see you soon- I hope.

You will.

[she shuts off the feed and sticks the tablet in her jacket, then starts running - and she certainly hopes that she wasn't lied to, which . . . well, even nature likes to think it's funny sometimes.

But she's in luck; ten minutes later she can spot him up ahead, and she slows a bit so she can catch her breath - he'll hear her before she speaks up, and when she's finally close enough she immediately holds out her cloak]

I hope I did not keep you waiting long.

[Isaac tilts his head up at Tempests words, his lips a pale sort of blue in the evening light. He shakes his head then, reaching a hand out for her to try and steady himself.]

You made it.

[she moves in close when he tries to steady himself, letting him take her hand. She immediately curls her other hand over it, hoping to warm it up for a moment]

I could not leave you out here for much longer.

[she only lets go of his hand, briefly, to unfold her cloak and put it around his shoulders; it may be a little short for him, but it's warm]

Nice of you.

[Isaac doesn't even try to be gracious about the cloak, he just wraps himself up in it as tightly as he possibly can, shivering like a leaf.]

How far back is it?

It is not too far back, but . . .

[she glances down at his feet with a frown; even if she had another pair of boots, they wouldn't fit him, and she has no idea how long he actually has been out here. She lets go of his hands and reaches up to rub at his shoulders, helping to warm him up more]

[Isaac just sort of smiles wryly.]

...let's hope that regeneration works on frostbite, yeah?

[she huffs weakly and loops an arm through one of his, tugging gently to get him moving]

Let us get somewhere warm, then, and quickly.

Where's the closest place?

[He starts then- and it's really not so bad. He's mostly entirely numb anyway, too numb to feel any pain with each footstep.]

[she opens her mouth to answer then pauses, glancing up at him]

Mine would be, I think, but it is underground. Will you be alright?

[There's a long pause at that, and Isaac glances toward her, trying to force his tone into flippancy.]

How big is it?

[she frowns for a moment, thoughtful]

It is a decent size. And if it is not, there are other places down there that we can go, until you warm up.

[He nods slightly, hoping he's not giving himself too much away, but the alternative would probably be worse.]

...what sort of places? Are they underground too?

I was thinking the Transporter, actually.

[He nods- that's acceptably large enough.]

Alright. Are we close to it?

Mm, we are close.

[she tugs at his arm, urging him a little faster] How strong is your healing ability?

I can't regrow limbs, I think.

[He shrugs.]

Aside from that?

[she arches both eyebrows]

So, decently strong? [that's a relief, at least]

[He nods.]

I've been stabbed and shot a few times. A little frostbite should be nothing.

[she heaves a sigh; that she can understand]

Let us hope it is only a little. Come on, we are almost there . . .

[Isaac nods, but doesn't quite respond to her as he follows the woman back toward the transports.

He's already sure that this isn't going to be fun.]

[it isn't going to be fun; she's dealt with frostbite before, fairly recently back home. She had her own case of it, after an unfortunate avalanche and—well, that's not important. What is, though, is that she can see the building the Transporter is housed in.

She all but shoves him inside and shuts the door behind them, then takes a look around. It shouldn't be a surprise that it's empty, given that it's the middle of the night, and Tempest is thankful for that]

Sit down, dear.

[Isaac moves to sit, immediately going down to try and get all of the snow off of him.

As soon as the snow isn't actively freezing anymore, Isaac's healing process kicks in and there's a sharp gasp in pain as sensation starts to return to his limbs.]

-fuck.

[Tempest kneels down in front of him, tugging her cloak more tightly around him to keep him warm. It's warm in the transporter, at least, and that mixed with Isaac's healing shouldn't make this last too long.

Either way, though, she tugs her gloves off, both sets, and reaches down to wrap her hands around his one of his feet, rubbing gently to warm it up and hopefully speed along that healing process of his]

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