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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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Link doesn't usually bother much with the Armors. Other than finding new ways to fight them, of course. But that doesn't mean that he won't watch with interest as someone else practices with them.

Or slink up behind Harlock as he's inspecting the damage, to stare at it as well over the pirate's shoulder. Did the man break it?

Harlock frowned slightly as he carefully pull at the edge of the plating, careful not to touch the delicate mechanics until they at least cool down from recent use.

As Link slinks up behind him, the pirate slowly turns his head to look at him with his good eye. "Yes?"

"You broke it?" Link says, peering at the damage.

He can relate. He'd broken many of his Ultrahand-crafted creations. Usually by accidentally setting them on fire.

"Likely, question is when." He answered, it's possible it already had issues that his admittedly rather roughshod practice aggravated, but it's also more likely he did damage it - either in covering their escape, or now during said practice.

"...You don't know?" Link says.

He usually knows exactly when he breaks something. The moment tends to be rather memorable, usually.

"It's possible it was already damaged in our withdrawal from Bluvink and it only became a catastrophic failure now, or I really did a number on it just now." Looks like a gyro slipped out of place, and a tubing is caught in places, and that's what he could pick up.

Link hums. So more like the armour's durability just happened to wear out.

"You need something to fix it?" Link didn't know how to do these kinds of repairs at all - that was more Purah's area. But he had plenty of experience in helping in his own way, usually by running around and collecting whatever supplies were needed.

Or holding things. Sometimes Purah's work seemed to involve an awful lot of Link standing around, holding things.

He gives a thoughtful hum - while he done some repairs on his own - mostly small gadgets - he wouldn't exactly say he's too mechanically inclined. The parts didn't look too complex...

"Would not want to bother Donnie, Might need someone to go in and re-do the tubing here." Harlock started out loud, sorting out what might need to be done. "Could probably pop this gyro back into place, might need a..." Damn it what was the word for that tool?

Link has absolutely no idea what tool Harlock might be referring to. But he makes an educated guess, and figures the man wants something that could be used to push.

So he reaches into his pack and pulls out a small cooking mallet. Sure, Link usually uses it for tenderising meat. But if Harlock needs to bang something back into place...maybe it'll work?

He holds it up, and sends Harlock a questioning look.

Who it is turns out to be a healer indeed, albeit a slightly haggard looking one; Rezo himself had been at Vindess instead of Bluvink, but that had had its own stressors and since then he's been playing catch-up with the wounded. Still, there's always time for one more patient.

"I apologize if I surprised you," Rezo says. "Are you here to see a healer?"

"Well, more as a precaution." He admitted, noting the haggard look of the man. "I got hit with some kind of spell during the mess in Bluvink. Want to make sure it didn't have any lingering effects."

If it's any reassurance to Harlock, Rezo perks up at the explanation. "A spell?" he says. "What happened when you were hit by it?"

"I think it was called Meltdown... but it was like being wreathed in fire," He answered. "I hadn't quite recovered when I had to pilot an armor to cover our retreat with Donnie's assistance." His lips pursed before adding - the reason why he's getting himself checked.

"I tend to get phantom vision when I am running on fumes."

"Like fire, or were actual flames involved?" Rezo isn't familiar with the spells of this world but the initial description reminds him of the affects of some astral attack spells.

His expression sharpens further when Harlock mentions the phantom vision. "What kind of vision loss do you suffer from?"

"I don't have a right eye, hadn't for nearly a decade." He starts to brush his hair from his face, pausing for a moment in confusion before realization dawns.

"It's some kind of magic... fire?"

In the past, Rezo had treated a great many varieties of vision loss, including cases where one or both eyes were outright missing. In such cases he usually used a resurrection spell to regrow the missing body parts. But that was a long time ago, in his old world- he's not sure if he could pull it off now, weakened as he is.

Never mind that though, that's not what this man came for.

"Come this way," Rezo says, walking over to a spare exam bed. The space is boxed in with a curtain that can be pulled closed for privacy, and has a few chairs for them to sit in. "Tell me more about what happened, and how you've been feeling since. Are there visible injuries? Any pain?"

If Rezo had offered, Harlock would have vehemently refused. The pirate settles in to sit in one of the chairs.

"It was in the fight with Terra while she was under that damned crown's control." Harlock explained as he takes a few moments to sort out his thoughts. "That spell hit us, it felt like I was on fire, but I did not experience any actual physical burns, but it did have that lingering pain one gets from such an injury.When we had to evacuate, I was already feeling exhausted and hurting when Donnie and I got into an Armor to help fend off Imperial armors. I was starting to experience the phantom visions midway in the fight."

He takes a moment. "I admit, I still feel tired."

Rezo sits in the other chair and listens with an expression of gentle impassivity. Miss Terra has been a subject of much gossip among the Corsairs since she first appeared on the scenes, and while Rezo has only spoken to her once, by accident, he's familiar with the story. It's a memorable one, after all; an innocent young girl whose fragile appearance belies her role as an unwilling weapon of the Empire, and a powerful one at that.

Especially based on Harlock's description. Rezo adds another mental tally in the 'astral spell' column.

"What have you been doing since then? Has the fatigue affected your daily routines?"

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