Church's Summer

Road To Recovery Part 1

There was a loud buzzing in his ears as his mind slowly returned to him. Creeping his eyes open he was immediately blinded by brilliantly bright lights, slapping a hand over his eyes relieved some of the pain, only to double it as his shoulder flared.

Slower than before he opened his eyes, now not blinded, he could see he was in the infirmary, his leg wrapped in bandages as well as his shoulder that at the moment was burning with pain, no longer sitting comfortably in the sling it had been resting in. "What. The. Fuck." His Aura should have healed him. Was something wrong with it?

Immediately, his brain was running a mile a second, going over reasons why his shoulder and leg weren't healed. Eventually he settled on the possibility that Iwolintshi's Semblance had more to it than just bypassing Aura; it was entirely possible that the wounds caused by his attacks were invisible to Aura as well.

He huffed, tearing his eyes away from his leg, he fixed the sling, and examined the room he sat in. To his right were his clothes, all torn to shreds but freshly cleaned and sitting in a neat pile; a spare set of loose fitting clothes were stacked next to them. Behind them his cloak hung off the back of a chair: it was suspiciously darker than it had previously been and had red splotches near the middle; obviously someone had tried to clean it of the blood that had soaked through it.

On his other side was Ruka, sleeping soundly in a chair in a position that looked anything but comfortable. He chose to ignore the man, instead, picking up his scroll from where it sat next to his weapons and clothes.

Scrolling through recent news, he looked for anything on Iwolintshi: there was none but that hardly came as a surprise to him. Things like what had happened tended to stay quiet. Next he tried searching him up in the Huntsman database, and it produced results.

Name: Iwolintshi Uphayinaphu.

Race: Human.

Sex: Male

Years of Service: Ten.

Age: 43.

Semblance: Never manifested.

Family: None.

Significant Other: None.

Birthplace: Mantle, Atlas.

Weapon(s): Katana/pistol.

Team: Diamond Tanta, MIA presumed KIA. Rusty Tanta, MIA presumed KIA. Kelly Avala, MIA presumed KIA.

Contact Information: Not available.

Status: MIA

Background: See other —REDACTED.

A hum escaped him as he skimmed over the information, it seemed he knew more than most people; Iwolintshi had purposely kept his semblance hidden which was odd but not entirely unheard of, especially with people that competed in the Vytal Festival. There was also the glaring piece of information: his team was dead, every single member, except him. Had he killed them? Or had it truly been a mission gone wrong? It easily could have been the latter; Huntsman teams died on missions all the time, it was an occupational hazard. But it was extremely odd that his whole team was dead. One or two could have been excused, all however was suspicious.

He next tried to search up his team members, unfortunately the Huntsman Association kept those records locked up tight, which they apparently did for every dead Huntsman. 'I get that they're respecting the dead, but that's such a damned pain.'

It was at that point in time that Ruka woke up, likely due to all of the AI's movements. He blinked away the tiredness from his eyes, lazily letting his eyes fall onto Church, the haze immediately clearing from them. He moved to give him a hug, to which the AI only pushed away from. "How are you doing, Sunny?"