Hey Ray. I don't wanna bother you or anything but this is kind of important. Do you think the team you have on hand has enough strength to lift One Ton.
That's a SHORT ton, by the way. Not metric. If it makes a difference.
[If Ray opens the image, he'll see what appears to be a mudsdale standing at full height- staring down the camera. The angle of the shot seems heavily tilted... it's a perspective that looks like it'd only be possible if the person taking the photo was, somehow, laying flat on their back directly underneath this fully grown clydesdale.]
Well I'm alive so that should count for something. No idea HOW. But I am. Don't worry, I'm beh,BKJCvghkl
Sorry. She used Stomp. ANyway she didn't drag me too far away from the hotel, just go behind the building where all the trees are. You can't miss me, I'm the guy with the horse on him.
[Ray doesn't respond. Instead about a minute later there is loud yelling as Ray rides Speed Racer, barreling straight towards Brookie to get her off by however means necessary.]
[Anticipating the quickly approaching threat of Ray and Racer, Brooklyn rears up and rushes headfirst towards them. With the aggression of her hooves finally directed elsewhere, Winston gasps for air and quickly crawls in the general direction of where he remembered dropping the ball. Literally and metaphorically.]
[Once he finds Brooklyn's pokeball, he whips himself around to press the button and point it towards her- the beam thankfully lands a direct hit on the raging mare and just like that, she's dragged back inside kicking and screaming. Winston's whole body goes limp in relief.]
Glad to get that off my chest. [He laughs at his own joke, and his body promptly punishes him with a coughing fit.]
[Ray jumps off Racer, perhaps unwisely what with them still being a giant speeding monster, but he's too focused on Winston to care.
He manages to stumble to his feet and races towards Winston, scooping him in his arms when he reaches him.]
Are you okay? She didn't really hurt you, did she?
[The worry is almost uncharacteristic for him, but himself getting hurt over stupid shit he does is a lot more different than if Winston gets really hurt somehow.
Racer, meanwhile, having realized that Brookie is gone and Ray is no longer on their back, stops awkwardly. They were kinda hoping for a dramatic save and now there's a whole lot of nothing.
... They guess they could... step on some twigs instead...]
[As acclimated as Winston is to being held by Ray, he finds himself shifting uneasily in his arms- mostly trying to courteously face away from Ray so he doesn't wind up coughing and wheezing all over his husband-to-be.]
Eh- nah, it's good, Brook just... played pattycake on my ribcage. Spat in my face some. [He rubs some of the mud off of his cheek, grimacing a little as it peels off his skin.] Don't think she's used to her new-and-improved strength. She doesn't get that- that it's a lot more... dangerous now. [Looks like he's still hesitant to get angry with her over this.]
...hey, you know I'll be fine. Even if I could die here, you think I'd do it before we got married?
Your wounds don't instantly heal when you get injured, I should know. The last thing I want is to have our wedding day happen with you in a full body cast. I wanna be able to kiss you!
[He gives up on trying to diminish the problem and sighs deeply, his face twisting into a pained grimace as he does so- part of it's out of disappointment in himself, and part of it's from the fact that his ribs are still pretty messed up to the point that even breathing too suddenly hurts like hell. He pulls his palms over his face, deeply exasperated.]
No, I- ...I know, I just thought it'd be a bad look for me to show up covered in muddy hoofprints on our big day. [Despite this clarification, his tired eyes still look heavy with self-disappointment.] ...and I... I shouldn't be acting like I expect you to be used to it, either... it's not fair to think you should just be okay with me breaking my bones on a regular basis.
[Winston takes Ray's hand in his own, squeezing it softly as a reminder of his presence. He still hasn't had the chance to forget about being told they fell into the ocean without him, here, but he doesn't like hearing Ray undercut himself.]
...sure doesn't feel like nothing now. [He laughs weakly- a sharp, pained inhale cutting him off midway.]
[Ray looks even more concerned at Winston's pained inhale.]
Okay I'm bringing you inside and patching you up. You're also getting Ray Stantz's patented hot chocolate using Gogoat milk. The milk has healing qualities so it should help any pain you have!
[Or he could go to the hospital but why do that.
Ray carries Winston back into their room (Speed Racer floating slowly behind them and staring at them through the window), and places Winston gently on the bed.]
Now you stay here, I'm gonna get some bandages and ointment!
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That's a SHORT ton, by the way. Not metric. If it makes a difference.
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[He's joking, probably.]
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[If Ray opens the image, he'll see what appears to be a mudsdale standing at full height- staring down the camera. The angle of the shot seems heavily tilted... it's a perspective that looks like it'd only be possible if the person taking the photo was, somehow, laying flat on their back directly underneath this fully grown clydesdale.]
Is this a position you'd want to apply for.
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WINSTON
ARE YOU OKAY?
WHERE ARE YOU I'M COMING OVER RIGHT NOW!
[The fact that he's not using emojis for once is truly a sign of how serious Ray is right now.]
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Sorry. She used Stomp. ANyway she didn't drag me too far away from the hotel, just go behind the building where all the trees are. You can't miss me, I'm the guy with the horse on him.
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Get off my fiance you jerk!
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[Once he finds Brooklyn's pokeball, he whips himself around to press the button and point it towards her- the beam thankfully lands a direct hit on the raging mare and just like that, she's dragged back inside kicking and screaming. Winston's whole body goes limp in relief.]
Glad to get that off my chest. [He laughs at his own joke, and his body promptly punishes him with a coughing fit.]
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[Ray jumps off Racer, perhaps unwisely what with them still being a giant speeding monster, but he's too focused on Winston to care.
He manages to stumble to his feet and races towards Winston, scooping him in his arms when he reaches him.]
Are you okay? She didn't really hurt you, did she?
[The worry is almost uncharacteristic for him, but himself getting hurt over stupid shit he does is a lot more different than if Winston gets really hurt somehow.
Racer, meanwhile, having realized that Brookie is gone and Ray is no longer on their back, stops awkwardly. They were kinda hoping for a dramatic save and now there's a whole lot of nothing.
... They guess they could... step on some twigs instead...]
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Eh- nah, it's good, Brook just... played pattycake on my ribcage. Spat in my face some. [He rubs some of the mud off of his cheek, grimacing a little as it peels off his skin.] Don't think she's used to her new-and-improved strength. She doesn't get that- that it's a lot more... dangerous now. [Looks like he's still hesitant to get angry with her over this.]
...hey, you know I'll be fine. Even if I could die here, you think I'd do it before we got married?
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Your wounds don't instantly heal when you get injured, I should know. The last thing I want is to have our wedding day happen with you in a full body cast. I wanna be able to kiss you!
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[He gives up on trying to diminish the problem and sighs deeply, his face twisting into a pained grimace as he does so- part of it's out of disappointment in himself, and part of it's from the fact that his ribs are still pretty messed up to the point that even breathing too suddenly hurts like hell. He pulls his palms over his face, deeply exasperated.]
I, uh. Wow, I really messed this one up, huh.
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C'mon Win, you're a wonderful partner and I love you, don't talk like that!
[Ray then looks a little uncomfortable and looks away.]
Besides... I'll admit I didn't always make the smartest choices myself before you arrived, this is nothing.
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[Winston takes Ray's hand in his own, squeezing it softly as a reminder of his presence. He still hasn't had the chance to forget about being told they fell into the ocean without him, here, but he doesn't like hearing Ray undercut himself.]
...sure doesn't feel like nothing now. [He laughs weakly- a sharp, pained inhale cutting him off midway.]
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[Ray looks even more concerned at Winston's pained inhale.]
Okay I'm bringing you inside and patching you up. You're also getting Ray Stantz's patented hot chocolate using Gogoat milk. The milk has healing qualities so it should help any pain you have!
[Or he could go to the hospital but why do that.
Ray carries Winston back into their room (Speed Racer floating slowly behind them and staring at them through the window), and places Winston gently on the bed.]
Now you stay here, I'm gonna get some bandages and ointment!
[And off he goes!]