Break! IC

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

     A startled female fur poked her head around the corner, ears raised.

     ...

     It took about half an hour to get Shane up and running again. His magic was fully stocked and he was recharged physically was well. Physically he was bright-eyed and bushy tailed when he was discharged from the hospital.
     "Well, that was that!" He said as he entered the waiting room on the way out. He had insisted on being alone during the process of getting him healed up. Especially since his clothes had needed washing too.

[PEFA Harker]

Harker, who has just cleaned up the mess the fight caused,flew over and landed on the window of the waiting room.He saw Shane and waved.“Hey, you got better now?Sorry for my reckless actions,I'm really not an expert on healing magics.”

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

"It's fine. Thanks, Hark. So you got the invite after all! Where've you been lately?" Shane grinned charmingly and sat, feeling a little sore from all the external magics that had been used on him recently.

[Babydoll Animis]

Waiven was asleep on the opposite wall in a two person chair of the waiting room, his fur wet frim tears.

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

     "Hey." Shane said softly, nudging Waiven's shoulder. He took a step back and held one arm in his hand, looking away.

[Babydoll Animis]

Waiven opened his eyes and sleepily looked up at Shane, his eyes instantly shot open as he lunged forward and held onto Shane tightly, "you scared me. i didnt know what to do i..i just.... but you are alrigh  right?"

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

     "Hey, get o - no...I have no right to speak to you." Shane smiled sadly and did his best to return the hug. His tail flopped sadly from side to side as he buried his head in Ven's shoulders.

[Babydoll Animis]

"What? why wouldnt you?"  Waiven stroked the back of his head affectionately

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

     "I should've listened to you when you told me to stop...but no, I just stupidly barged in like an idiot and got myself hurt." Shane half laughed and drew away from the hug, as nice as it was.
     "So...mate, I think I pissed myself! Um...did...do you think anyone...?"

[Ryan Naismith]

Thomas sighed, walking into the waiting room, his hands in his pockets. He had left during the fight; he couldn't use magic, and most healing magics could not be used on him, like a great many other non-Mage furs (which is why medicine exists in the first place) So, he had left, found a shooting range, and shot at little paper targets, pretending they were the source of all if his problems. Right now, he still carried his knife openly, and a .45 caliber pistol in a concealed holster by his thigh.

He walked to waiven, a grim frown on his face "Hello..." He said with a sigh "that sucked..."

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

     "I'm really sorry!" Shane moaned, clutching his face and turning away in shame. He still didn't know if the rest of the world knew about what had happened to him after the fight.
     "Are you guys...still with me? Like, are we all cool to get into The Roost still?"

[Ryan Naismith]

Thomas gave a light chuckle, and a shrug "I'm not the biggest fan of clubs, but hey, free sh-t!" He smiled sitting next to him "hey... I can teach ya to shoot, if ya want. I'm quite good at it."

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

"No-ho, no, I've done enough today." Shane backed off and grinned.
     "But thanks. Anyway, you and Ven gotta live a little! Gotta dance bro!"
     Shane grinned and made out the door, gesturing the others to follow.

[Ryan Naismith]

Thomas laughed "ha! Yeah. That's for sure." He stood, following Shane to the exit, pulling Waiven along with him "so... Where are these tunnels at? And we might need climbing gear. I wanna use my climbing gear!"

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

     "Oh, you and your bloody climbing gear! Bring it along but unless the island broke up a bit we shan't be needing it." Shane laughed, unsure about what to make of the 'that's for sure' comment. He tried not to take it personally. He whipped out his book of magical fundamentals and promptly buried his nose in it as he walked.