"I am guarding our unconscious buddy here and I ain't gonna leave you alone." Graham said, grabbing his Book and continue writing on it.
*a sarcastic smile appears* "i didn't know you cared mate" *putting the knife on the belt opposite the Straight Silver* "a few more minutes, im going to go check on them either way" (OOC: meaning whenever i get back on tomorrow if they aren't back im going after them ) *walks over to Shinn* "Aye... he's still breathing.... same as before, does not look like any real injuries... just loss of consciousness" *sits back down* someone's gotta keep watch while he writes in his little diary "ill take watch for a bit.... when they get back though, i really recommend setting up some traps around camp and us all getting some shut eye, we're going to need it" *scans area looking for any movement*
"I care for the men I love so much." Graham answered sarcastic, continuing to write a tale of an Ultramarine. EDIT: "Traps? With what? We can barely feed ourselves!" The writing man answered, being happy that he always kept a pen in the book.
"i dont know, sticks and spikey rocks and shit.... lets just ask Sergei when they get back if he thinks of anything we can build, if we cant build traps then one of us will have to stay up at night and watch" OOC: good night everyone
Henrik looked at his foot with a pained face and realised that he would not be able to use it properly in a while. Oh well, he muttered and tried to rise, I'll just focus my weight on my other leg - yeah, the good leg. Despite his attempts he was unable to rise and felt like he was just writhing in one place. "Ehm, Sergei. If you don't mind." He said and extended an arm toward the scientist man, "I ain't rising myself from this situation."
"Ok... Yeah sure." He was a fair bit shorter than the guardsmen but he could support him none the less, they would still be slower going though. "Shall we continue on? I'm afraid we might find whatever set that trap, or they might find us." As they walked along, he kept his eyes open for low hanging fruit.
"Aight," Henrik said and clung to the other man's shoulder, "let's get our asses moving before something comes and takes my other leg." Even in the midst of all the pain he gave a good laugh, "Then you would have to carry me, and I'm sure you would love that!"
