114 Therapist. (1/2)

My eyes grew heavy as I dealt with the swath of reports. At this point I had begun to regret dropping everything to go save the crew, the sheer quantity of papers that I had been transcribed during my time away caused me a hulking feeling of helplessness.

Don't get me wrong, I was happy with the system I had in place, having only to ring up a small collection of no more than a dozen people to be informed of all that had occurred. The issue was the sheer amount of shit that had happened in the brief week!

I was broken out of my revere by a small knock on the door, the crew had arrived.

The group filed in silently, Fawkes calmly walking through at the head of the lot before walking to my left. The rest of the group spread out before me looking at me calmly.

Terrick had gotten a much needed change of clothes, a small and airy shirt and a pair of black cargo pants. A small holster with a tiny dagger rested on his hip.

Barts stood to his right, she had ditched her more tribal costume for a pair of clothes that I guessed that she borrowed from Angella.

Scipio glanced at me with rich determination in his eyes, gleaming with a renewed vigor. A small smile stretched across my mouth. ”Brat, it seems you've dealt with it..” I said out loud looking piercingly at him.

”Remember what I said to you? I won't hold your weakness against you, as long as you work hard to remove it. 'Being weak isn't wrong, staying weak is.' So, boy did you try your hardest?” I asked. My voice breaking the grim silence of the room.

Scipio looked at me, surprise in his eyes. ”Aye Captain.” He said nodding to me. ”Then all's fine. No one here will expect anything else.” I said to him before looking at Sorren.

The fat boy had slinked into the room at the very end, carefully steadying himself at the door frame as he looked onward.

”You doing alright fatty?” I called out.

”Ugh, Captain how did Fawkes deal with this? It hurts soo much!!” He whined out loud, his serious expression melting away to reveal a more carefree demeanor.

”Eh.” Was all I said as I shrugged. ”Now then onto more serious matters. Terrick do you have a plan?” I asked, obviously referring to the crew's pathetic poison resistance.

He nodded solemnly as he came forward, I was really starting to like the 'fall in' esque feel of the whole briefing, but I digress.

”I have a few things that would be useful. From tomorrow I'm going to have Fawkes put in small amounts of toxin into the food that we eat. I was trained this way so it's probably going to work.. Of course we're all going to have very rebellious stomachs for a week or so, but it's a small price to pay.” He said as I nodded.

Fawkes grimaced slightly as I looked at him before nodding.