>>2980"So, can I get a crossbow or what? I guess you guys probably don't have armor that would fit me, but if I could get some leather or something it would be great."
Luna sizes you up. "Normally I'd object to such a swift adoption of weapons, but the circumstances have deemed such measures necessary. We can provide a weapon, and I can likely find or commission some light armor, if that is what you wish."
"Yeah. I did not exactly feel confident in that last fight. Some armor and a weapon would be great."
Luna nods, but regards you cautiously. "I would hope you are not eager to use such methods. I am not pleased with our enemies' actions, either, but killing them would still be a last option."
Still suspicious of me, huh, Luna? You can see where she's coming from, given both the time and location of your appearance. She may see you as a spy, even if you're not from the same world.
>>2912Pain flares up in your arm and you cradle it, wincing. "How about that doctor?"
"Indeed. Follow me."
After giving the Elements a short goodbye, you follow Luna out of the tent. The sun has since set, and the moon fills the area with a dull glow. Torches are set up near most of the tents in the camp, some lighting the faces of guards. A chill runs up your spine at the cool air.
That armor may be useful for protecting you from more than blows.
Luna leads you to a small cluster of tents lying before a much larger tent, white like the princess' but with a large red cross in the front. Curious how your worlds share that similarity.
You're forced to duck your head as you enter. The inside of the tent reveals rows of beds, most unoccupied, and a few nurses and doctors walking about. They all make note of your and Luna's entrance, though some more graceful about it than others. Luna grabs the nearest doctor, who has you sit on the nearest bed. It's much closer to the ground than you're used to, forcing you to bunch up your legs and bend them awkwardly.
"So, what is giving you trouble?"
The doctor, a unicorn, speaks plainly and clearly. You half expected him to mumble or stutter like the guard you first met, but it seems like this pony has seen much more shocking things than an alien like you.
"It's my elbow." You hold it up to show him but the pain flares up again and you pull it back down. "Landed on it pretty rough."
"Hmmm." He grabs your arm with magic and moves it in a few different directions, noting a few things mentally and watching your reaction. After that, he uses a different spell on your elbow, though you're not quite sure what it does. Scribbling some things down, he releases your arm back to you.
"Nothing broken, just a pretty bad bruising. Don't use that arm for a day or so and it will heal up. I know some magic that would fix such an injury on ponies, but as you're not a pony, I'd rather not risk it. Here," he says, floating a sling over your neck, "that should make it a bit more comfortable."
Curt and to the point. You can respect that.
[I think I'll have to take this to /mlp/, guys. I'll try to start another session this weekend. Keep an eye out for it.]
