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Who: Shiro and you.
Where: Shelter, medical area
When: Hours after rescuing the King.
Rating Pg
What: Shiro comes back battered and wounded from the rescue mission. Keith swears a lot.



He runs his hands over the bandages around his ribs with a wince. He’d gotten so used to being able to shake off bullets and arrows. He has been mostly indestructible. He should have known better. Shiro slips from the small area laid out to treat his injuries as gingerly as he can manage. Cracked ribs are no joke.

He hisses through his teeth as the pain radiates out from his chest and side. He regrets a lot of things. He had charged at a pack of guards confident he would perfectly fine. “Crack goes the Lion.” He mutters as he pulls his duffel bag closer with a foot and fights not to breathe in.

Every breath hurts. They have a surplus of healers this time. The distraction team will all get back on their feet in less time than they would have otherwise. But until then he can just deal with it.

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He crosses his arms over his chest and thinks that one over. “Really stupid. Pride can blind you but this general whoever they are has been smart enough until now to keep to the back. They have only fielded new recruits for the city slaughter. Then we made his best look ridiculous.

He has no idea what powers we have and we have the king who has great power of his own. That would mean dealing with us and the king they restricted and cut off...at the same time.” He wouldn’t do it. No way in hell. That is too much risk. “We should have watch shifts and scouts just in case. If they’re dumb enough to make that mistake. We’ll deal with it.”

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"Mm, I guess organizing that would be the next step," although really, trying to organize this group seems like hearding cats. Waver pauses, then adds.

"Scouts should probably be in groups of 3. That way if someone peels off, there's still two people left to go looking for them. I ran into lots of idiots running around on their own."

Never mind that he was also an idiot running around on his own. Pot, kettle, whatever.

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"We'll organize as much as we can. We're a group, not a team." Yet. The implication hangs in the air as he shuts his eyes for a moment. "Two to three is good. Two if they know how to work together." Adding a third to teams that already can work well together wouldn't be bad but it would trip them up and they'd be forced to adjust.

He and Keith had done rather well. They have years of friendship and their time on the same time to make them so effective. "Keeping a few scouts closer to this fighting ring would be a good idea as well. They could do sweeps of the surrounding area. Anyone that preemptively prepare their power for multiple uses, should."

What else? He wracks his brain for anything else and comes up blank. "I think that's all that can be done for right now. Unless you have other suggestions?"

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Waver's a lot more comfortable with the word group. Team is...it feels wrong. But he's a kid who doesn't play well with others, and has long been left to his own devices to work through everything independently.

"I'm pretty sure there's always gonna be some people hanging around here regardless, but I guess it doesn't hurt repeating."

But as for other suggestions, Waver shakes his head no. "The only thing I have is that maybe you should also let your brain rest for a bit. But I brought that crap up to begin with so...maybe I should let you get some sleep."

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He laughs and winces, holding up a hand to forestall any more words. "But, because you did I can rest easier." He's confident some of them will put together a similar plan. He won't stress over things or worry he hadn't done enough to make up for his slack. "Thank you for hearing me out and voicing your own opinions. I appreciate your input, Waver."


His hand falls to his thigh and he adds a tad sheepish. "I'll get that rest. I'll still try to get back on my feet as soon as I can but, resting a while can't hurt. We don't need a flying lion to terrorize the guards right now."

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"Nah, let the whole there's a flying lion thing sink in first so they can try and process what the heck they saw."

Waver's...gonna gloss over the gratitude for input. He didn't really say that much anyway, nothing of note. He gets up and heads for the door. "Have a good..." What the heck time of night is it anyway? "...sleep. And a long one."

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"I'll get at least six hours." He promises with a hand lifted in farewell. He's not sure if he can actually keep that promise. He's been knocked around and he definitely doesn't have painkillers strong enough to put his lights out.

Shiro sighs, and lays down. Waver had let him scratch out his thoughts in the open air. It really had helped.