Video; oo3 [3am]

[freezerburned]

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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[freezerburned]

I can't regrow limbs, I think.

[He shrugs.]

Aside from that?

[hyanaimne]

[she arches both eyebrows]

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

[freezerburned]

[He nods.]

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

[hyanaimne]

[she heaves a sigh; that she can understand]

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

[freezerburned]

[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.]

[hyanaimne]

[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.

[freezerburned]

[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.

[hyanaimne]

[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]

[freezerburned]

[He hisses in a kneejerk reaction to the pain, his jaw tensing a little when Tempest tries to warm up his frozen limbs. It's helping, but at the moment, the help is really just making the pain sting even worse.]

That hurts.

[hyanaimne]

[she jerks her hands away with a frown; she's seen his healing up close before, up on the moon, but that doesn't mean she knows how long it takes, or how much help her magic would be]

Sorry.

[freezerburned]

[Isaac shakes his head, just a quick jerk of his chin, before taking a deep breath and holding it in. Slow exhale.]

...it's fine.

[Slowly, his toes start to curl, and he nods.]

There. It's done.

[hyanaimne]

[she hesitates, then just tugs off her coat, draping that over his legs and feet. Considering how she practically lives in it, it's nice and warm, and she tucks it around him as best she can]

I should see if I cannot find you any socks or boots . . . [they were giving things out the day the new people came, weren't they? Maybe she'd luck out and find some things left over]

[freezerburned]

That'd be nice, yeah.

[He'll just try to warm up, pulling the coat tighter around him.]

I'll just stay here, alright?

[hyanaimne]

[she nods and gets to her feet, disappearing over to where the tables were set up near the beginning of the month. She had no idea what was left over, if anything, or if it was even left in the transorter.

But she's in luck, for once, and soon she returns with a coat and a pair of boots that will hopefully fit. She kneels back down in front of him and drapes the coat around his shoulders]

No socks, but boots are better than nothing.

[freezerburned]

Yeah.

[He's pleased about that and reaches for the shoes.]

Thank you. I'm pretty sure I never want to heal frostbite again.

[hyanaimne]

It is not the most pleasant, no.

[she came uncomfortably close, once, to having it herself. It wasn't fun at all]

It is all healed, then?

[freezerburned]

Seems like it, yeah.

[He lets out a breath.]

Better me than someone else, I guess. I want to go home soon.

[hyanaimne]

[she visibly relaxes and lets out a sigh of relief, then shifts to sit down next to him]

Better, perhaps, but still . . . [she looks up at him] I can help you home if you like.

[freezerburned]

...yeah.

[Isaac works on tugging on those boots in that case, curling his toes. They fit alright- a little big, but that's better than too small.]

I'd appreciate that. Thanks.

[hyanaimne]

You needn't thank me. I would feel much better walking you home, myself.

[freezerburned]

C'mon, I'm not totally inept.

[He manages a weak little laugh at that.]

[hyanaimne]

[she forces her best annoyed expression, which . . . isn't all that great, but it's an attempt]

I would never say you are inept.

[freezerburned]

Implying it.

[But Isaac shakily lifts to his feet a few moments later, taking an awkward step in the too-large shoes.]

[hyanaimne]

Nor that. Really, if I wanted to imply it, I would ask you to stay at my place for the night.

[she makes no move to help him, but she does get to her feet, dusting off her pants]

[freezerburned]

Well, if that's an invitation.

[The flirt comes out hollow, but Isaac laughs softly at his own words, heading for the door.]