OOC: No problem; I'll come up with something so Laz wont find Dave :D Sorry this is so long guys ;_; I know a lot of it doesn't really seem relevant >_>;; but I kinda suck at trying to write things so they don't come out long ^_^;;
Lazarus couldn't help a small sigh, his lean arms folding crispy across his chest.
"You worry to much. I am not... inside your mind, my mental powers compare to speaking. It is no danger at this level, I promise you," Lazarus struggled to think of an example Darkness could understand, but he knew very little he could use to give examples with at all.
"Once, I traveler's child showed me this strange contraption; two empty cans with a string between them. She showed me that if she spoke into one can from a ways away, and if the string between them was taut, then I could hear her. That's really all my power is... at this level. But I do not intend to forge any greater connection with you," he said this as if if were completely ridiculous. "Besides, I need to be able to communicate with you, should you need anything." With that, Lazarus gave a small dismissive wave, and headed for the door. He was a little irritated over the lack of response he had gotten for all his previous comments, but he hoped the silence from Darkness only meant his warnings had been taken seriously.
Time to work, he thought to himself, suddenly fiercely missing all the peaceful solitude he had taken for granted just that morning. It didn't take him long to find a vein of river and clean his hand, nor to gallop to the scene of the recent havoc. Lazarus looked carefully down each crevasse with his darkness-piercing eyes, but saw no flash of white bone. Perhaps the skeleton creature fell into the underground river, Lazarus mused with a small frown, or perhaps the ghosts found him. There were a small collection of pirate ghosts down below, although they were only unfriendly to obviously alive creatures, Dave seemed to be the type of creature they would like.
Either way he had to much left to do before donating any huge amount of time to exploring the underground caves, so he vowed to do that later, and perhaps ask Darkness if he'd like to come as well.
Each time he was sure the break in the ground he checked was empty, Lazarus would set to weaving vines, grasses, and mosses about the wounded earth, stitching it together as easily as if it were skin, and he a skilled surgeon. By the end of it, the ground was rocky and uneven in spots but there were no visible cracks. Long grasses and hardy looking mosses carpeted the ground, while trees with impressive powerful looking roots clutched the ground together in spots where it might have been weak. The huge carnivorous flower, and the spore producing tree, had been reshuffled to a sharp ridge of rock. This way, no wondering animal could accidentally stumble upon them, and the flower could have the pleasure of eating anything that tumbled off the above cliff.
After that, Lazarus had very little energy left for gathering, but set to it anyway. After an hour or two he had a woven grass basket filled with a variety of different brightly colored herbs. There were a few flowers, some small dark colored leaves and a few thin bright vines. He had collected a good deal of that worm-like parasite plant, because it appeared the one he had given Darkness before was not going to hold up well. Lazarus supposed this was because the wound was as much magical as physical.
'If only I knew of a way to lessen the effects of magic-' he stopped mid thought, blinking slowly, and shook his head with a slow groan. Today was not Lazarus' day for thinking clearly.
For the second time that day Lazarus carefully pulled off one of his smaller scales, this one from just below his human belly. Pressing the point of the tear-drop shape to the soft middle of his human palm, he let his own blood drip over the edges. One the scale was slick enough, he reached into his basket and produced a wriggling wormy parasite plant, and let it crawl across the scale. It happily fastened to the bloody edges, creating something that looked somewhat like an eye patch. Lazarus wrapped the whole thing in a huge furry leaf about the size of his foot, wanting to keep it safe from any other plants, and dropped it in his basket.
Next on his agenda, was to check up on Kumori and Lyra. He happened across the shadow warrior first, whom appeared to be resting upon a huge sun-saturated rock. Lazarus smiled faintly as he approached, deciding that as soon as he was done, he would most likley do the same.
He noticed with a small frown the makeshift bandage Kumori had made, and remembered the spores that had damaged him. The whole battle seemed like something from years ago; the peace of the jungle muffling any lingering traces of strife in the air.
"Good afternoon, Kumori," he said politely, quietly, testing to see if the other was even awake. "How are your wounds? You did a fine job at tending them."
OOC: It seems people are going to look for Lyra next round, or at least soon :O Is she okay to come back yet? Anyone know?
