A Shipbreaker's Tale

An Aftermath, Of a Close One.

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the seconds go by... I'm out here sitting on a Coushoned Bench Right outside Kathie's Medical-Chamber Room Door, The Clock on the Wall the only thing i can hear... Not even the Ambeince of the Medical Machinery are heard.... not even a bit...

Belladeal's Right next to me.. and we're both pretty fuckin' bummed right now..
the others are in their 'Soul Forms' as i like to call em', Meaning they're like ghosts. but only i can see and Feel them..

Curropted's at the Door, his Reaper-Leviathan like Face Tendrils Lowered, and his Red eyes Blue. that Helluva Creature is Sure an Enigma, but we understand him well. he's curled up by the Door like a Dog waiting for it's owner.

Irish, Drinking his 'Whiskey' leaning on the wall Across from us, but since it's in soul form it only has a Faint taste of it, but it still gets its Job Done.

Russian's Standing up Right by the Door, His arms crossed and legs kept together as he leans on the wall a bit.

German's also drinking, which is his 'Bourbon', though in small Sips since he doesn't wanna get drunk.

Persevearence is Reading a book while he sits down right next to Belladeal, what I'm guessing is that he's keeping his Mind off of Worrying about Kathie, until he needs to.

Evil's Playing with his Crystals, Forming and Shattering over and Over again. And surprisingly Even though there's still his Crystals all over his face, it's only Covering a majority of his head, his Eyes and face a bit.

Lust's here too. but i know damn well he ain't about to bother me. He's sitting right next to Curropted by the Door. 

we're all just waitin'....

[Belladeal's POV]

this isn't the first time a Rookie Shipbreaker as had an Accedent, or Died on the first day.. but this is the First time someone who wasn't an Adult yet had one...
I Feel so terribly bad for her, i.. i Almost blame Myself for it because i Let her join And gave her permission to go out there... but i know all too well that Vaan blames himself a bit too..

i look over at him, and he picks up a Medium Sized, Dark Brown Bottle and takes the Metal Cap that and Screws it off, my first thought were 'He's Getting Drunk?' but i see the white and Brown Label and it says 'Gourmet Rootbeer'.. Atleast he knows when and when Not to Drink at the Right times...
i just hope she's Okay in there...

[No one's POV, 3rd person]

They wait, and wait.. the clock ticking away as it's the only thing they all hear, Belladeal put's her hand on Vaan's lap, and in response, he puts his over hers. none of them Blush or get embarrassed, as they both require some comfort. especially now..
Irish, Russian, German and the Others, are waiting along. minutes pass, and then something within Vaan and the others, Exept for Belladeal. Ticks off...
"Somthing's Off.." they all think. and they all React, though not Vaan. at least not much.