asgardeventide | oo8 ♔ video / morning day 130

[ The feed comes on to show Arthur pallid and out of breath, sweat gleaming across his brow - from exertion or pain or possibly both. The beginnings of daylight are creeping across the horizon behind him, which is the only reason he's found time to broadcast this message. They're safe, for now. ]

If there are any that would stand beside me and my men -

[ He winces, pain again, but also for future pain of Buffy and her brash attitude. ]

- the term used loosely in this instance to refer to my allies - if there are any that would stand with us, the assistance would be appreciated and well honoured. Particularly those intent on remaining alive for more than a few hours' time without murdering each other or otherwise finding themselves dead.

[ All the disdain. He's looking at you, Team Free Will. There are no motivational speeches this time around. Arthur is fatigued and possibly bleeding out. He breathes deep; perhaps just something small - ]

Rest now while light is upon us. Tend to your wounds and the wounded, and call upon one of us should you find yourself incapable of either. Perhaps most importantly, do not lose sight of your friends' faces, lest you lose yourself within a darkness greater than the night.

The Sun is always laying in wait for the morn, Asgard. We will see these dark hours through.

[ He closes his eyes, exhales harshly. ]

Oh, and Merlin, if you could happen to find yourself upon me, a dear friend seems to have misplaced a knife in my stomach. I know you've never been on time once in your life, but do put in an effort this time, won't you?

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And when exactly is May?

[ Asgard doesn't exactly have months. But then, maybe he's just being petulant for the sake of it. He's currently somewhere in the Loki district, having stumbled his way from the Citadel in the direction of Sigyn before calling it quits and sitting his ass down. ]

Only a few months away back home. I don't know if time here counts.

[Loki's not far at all from Heimdall, so Conan's out the door, making his way towards Arthur with a business-like trot.]

Just the one wound?

Therefore, I refuse to die with a seven year old babysitting me.

[ Though, at his question, Arthur's brows furrow and he looks down at himself. There's a (rock salt) shotgun wound to his shoulder, various cuts and scrapes across his torso and legs, and Mary might've broken the Crown jewels. He's covered in blood, and maybe half of it is his own. ]

Erm. Just the one that counts.

All the more reason for me to keep you company then!

I suppose it'd be too hard to elevate it -- are you keeping pressure on it?

[ ... Ooh, clever, that. Arthur glares. ]

I do hope you aren't trying to insinuate this is my first battle wound.

Just checking! People sometimes do silly things when they're hurt. Shock, you know.

[ He groans and thumps his head back against the wall again, staring up at the sky. ]

Yes, I am applying pressure to the wound.

[tempting, but applying pressure by sitting on him would probably not help.]

Sorry. It's one of those things that get said whether they're necessary or not. It's too late to use 'be careful' on you, and I'm pretty sure you don' t have a bedtime so.

[ He snorts in dry amusement. ]

You are a paragon of wisdom, Conan, thank you.

I try.

[And now that he's reached Loki, Conan's heading for what he thinks is the most likely place that Arthur would be judging from his feed, the amount of colour in the wall behind him, etc. It's not at all long before--]

Found you!

[--this tag becomes an action tag.]

[ Arthur is still sitting against the wall, legs stretched out before him and his sword at his side. Both hands are pressed firm against the wound low in his belly, blood staining them a dark red. He doesn't shift to greet him, though his eyes follow his approach. ]

So you have.

[ Insert witty comment about being a good detective here. He's too tired for it, but the amusement is still there in his eyes. ]

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