3.0 [Deception is an art. One that Hermann doesnโt take too much pride in but, regardless, they have a mission to complete. Not that the task was difficult in the first place. Itโs how he got through all those tedious years working alongside his father.
Now that they have practically created targets on their backs, even the slightest creak of flooring is enough to pause for caution. They are stuck inside a quiet wolfโs den.
Following Newtonโs advice, Hermann finds himself in front of the door of a different Orber. Whoever is still around, even having one person around, makes this mission less daunting.
He quietly knocks at their door.]
Part IIB. This Place Becomes our Last
8.0(Content warning: Serious Injury, Mentions of Non-Consensual Drug Use) [Everything hurts. They were halfway into having tea with the Gyeongje rulers, suddenly, and Hermann was swept away by a whirlwind of sharp pain and a bleary mind.
He lays in bed with an arm splint and enough sweat to fill a small glass. A majority of Hermann's clothes, except for his trousers and socks, are propped up on top of his head as a makeshift pillow for a smidge of extra comfort. The only thing covering his bare torso is a very thin maroon sheet.
Laying on his back gives Hermann some stability, but it doesnโt exactly lull his nausea and dizziness. No matter how many glasses of water he consumes, it only makes his throat drier and thirstier for the next glass.
Itโs utter misery.
His mind is yelling at him to get out of bed. Whatever happened back at the palace means that they wonโt be safer here for long and he will soon become a burden for the rest of the team. Using his free hand to pat the surface of the nightstand next to the bed, he uses that to anchor his weight to push himself out of bed. All the colour on Hermann's face is long flushed away, making him appear pallid and ghostly.
As ridiculous as it is to get out of bed before a full recovery, thereโs no time to rest.]
Part III Itโs Time to be Brave
13.0 [Hermann isnโt in top fighting condition, let alone any condition to be away from his rest bed. But the guards are closing in on the villagers. It would be utterly foolish to allow himself to be helpless in their situation. He too has a duty to protect their team and the people of this city. As long as he is of sound mind, then there might be a shot for them to weasel their way out of here.
He stands guard by the side of the door as he clutches onto a broomstick. You can hear almost every struggle happening outside.
Nervous. Anxious. Afraid. All those emotions have balled themselves up into a tight grip. Any one of the guards can charge their way into the household and he needs to be ready at a momentโs notice.
So if you open the door, you might be met with a swift hit to the head.
Or
Alternatively, you have dodged said hit. Either way, you are met with an apologetic scientist who is on edge.]
Hermann Gottlieb | Pacific Rim
3.0
[Deception is an art. One that Hermann doesnโt take too much pride in but, regardless, they have a mission to complete. Not that the task was difficult in the first place. Itโs how he got through all those tedious years working alongside his father.
Now that they have practically created targets on their backs, even the slightest creak of flooring is enough to pause for caution. They are stuck inside a quiet wolfโs den.
Following Newtonโs advice, Hermann finds himself in front of the door of a different Orber. Whoever is still around, even having one person around, makes this mission less daunting.
He quietly knocks at their door.]
Part IIB. This Place Becomes our Last
8.0 (Content warning: Serious Injury, Mentions of Non-Consensual Drug Use)
[Everything hurts. They were halfway into having tea with the Gyeongje rulers, suddenly, and Hermann was swept away by a whirlwind of sharp pain and a bleary mind.
He lays in bed with an arm splint and enough sweat to fill a small glass. A majority of Hermann's clothes, except for his trousers and socks, are propped up on top of his head as a makeshift pillow for a smidge of extra comfort. The only thing covering his bare torso is a very thin maroon sheet.
Laying on his back gives Hermann some stability, but it doesnโt exactly lull his nausea and dizziness. No matter how many glasses of water he consumes, it only makes his throat drier and thirstier for the next glass.
Itโs utter misery.
His mind is yelling at him to get out of bed. Whatever happened back at the palace means that they wonโt be safer here for long and he will soon become a burden for the rest of the team. Using his free hand to pat the surface of the nightstand next to the bed, he uses that to anchor his weight to push himself out of bed. All the colour on Hermann's face is long flushed away, making him appear pallid and ghostly.
As ridiculous as it is to get out of bed before a full recovery, thereโs no time to rest.]
Part III Itโs Time to be Brave
13.0
[Hermann isnโt in top fighting condition, let alone any condition to be away from his rest bed. But the guards are closing in on the villagers. It would be utterly foolish to allow himself to be helpless in their situation. He too has a duty to protect their team and the people of this city. As long as he is of sound mind, then there might be a shot for them to weasel their way out of here.
He stands guard by the side of the door as he clutches onto a broomstick. You can hear almost every struggle happening outside.
Nervous. Anxious. Afraid. All those emotions have balled themselves up into a tight grip. Any one of the guards can charge their way into the household and he needs to be ready at a momentโs notice.
So if you open the door, you might be met with a swift hit to the head.
Or
Alternatively, you have dodged said hit. Either way, you are met with an apologetic scientist who is on edge.]