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Backdated to post-Raid/Terra rescue

He wasn't as bad off as the rest, but he is feeling it, and the phantom vision hasn't quite gone away. The pirate reluctantly heads to the infirmary just to make sure there wasn't anything permanently wrong. Harlock seemed to have enter right when a healer had stepped out for a moment, he took the moment to look the place over, mulling over the realities of the world in his mind - healing magic, commanding elements, what exactly are the limits, how they work...

Which meant when he heard someone moving, the space pirate actually started, quickly turning to see who it was - maybe it was a healer so he can get it over with, or a patient who actually needs someone more apt at medicine than he was.

Vault - Armor Training

He suspected he did as well as he did in covering their retreat was a mixture of Donnie having his back, and being just too tired and hurt for his muscle memory to trip him up. After some lessons, he could be found in the Feder, having decided he favor it's mobility over the benefits of the other suits.

After a particularly rough series of pivoting - practically drifting - and leaping, he overcorrects, nearly stumbling before it skids to a halt, smoke coming out of a leg joint.

"Damn...!" He cursed under his breath as the Armor opens, unbuckling himself to jump out and see what happened.

Elysium - Drinking, Again. [cw: Alcohol and alcohol-related nonsense]

The mood in Waterlogged row is largely celebrant, thought there was an underlying tension of uncertainty and dread due to the significant change in the status quo.

At this point, Harlock has become a regular at a particular tavern - the Staggering Magpie - a rather apt name for a gathering of drunken reprobates. The one-eye pirate took to a seat against the wall, and kept mostly to himself.

Tonight was however different, as a literal bear of a man plunked himself across from the man, and ordered several shot glasses to be brought over. Harlock simply raised his brows but did not refuse the obvious overtures of what looks to be the start of a drinking contest.

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