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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 4:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 12:18 pm
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Contrary to the Sun trainee, Ezekiel had not been looking forward to his return to active duty in the infirmary. While the abundance of free time had eventually led to boredom, he had not missed the long hours, the lack of sleep, or having to juggle his free time. It had come as a bit of relief when he'd checked in that morning to discover he'd be working normal eights, instead of the tens or twelves he had been working before his extended hiatus from duty.
Small miracles.
It was at that point he'd realized he had a trainee assigned to him, which seemed odd. There were any number of full hunters that were probably better equipped to handle showing a newbie around, but they were probably all pretty busy.
Zeke found the trainee in question waiting where indicated, and as he arrived he gave a soft clear of his throat, tucking his clipboard under his arm. "You're Kyle?" No preamble, no beating around the bush. "I'm Ezekiel, you'll be shadowing me today."
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2015 8:39 am
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Zeke considered the question as the elevator door opened to let them in, answering after they'd both stepped inside and he'd pushed the button. "Here, with our shields and weapon bonds, that doesn't really happen. We have rapid healing, and we're not susceptible to normal infection or illness." In his time at Deus, working for the infirmary, he'd yet to encounter someone suddenly crashing or befalling complications while being held temporarily to mend. That wasn't to say it never happened, but it would have to be a very rare occurrence.
"If something strange does happen, then you seek out help. If it seems to be a medical emergency," which he didn't foresee happening. "Hit a call button. If it's something odd, something that doesn't seem purely medical, you find whomever is in charge for that shift, or go directly to the Life or Moon leads or assistants."
The elevator gave a soft ding and the doors opened. Zeke stepped out into the hall. "I've been here since last September." It could have been a mark to the sort of advancement a person could obtain if they worked hard. Not even a year in, and Zeke had the trim on his coat marking him as intermediate. Or it could have been a warning, if the wealth of burns on his left hand and arm were any indicator to just how dangerous their jobs here were.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 9:05 am
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"Shields do not simply fail, not unless there is a deeper problem than mere physical injury. That would fall under the cats gory of strangeness that you would seek out a lead to address." Zeke paused, features gone thoughtful. "Unless something ******** up their weapon beyond its ability to repair. In that case there should be a not in their file. Treat them much the same as you would a normal human. though it doesn't make much difference in the end. With out our weapons we die." Bluntly cavalier, but Zeke didn't often deal in sugar coated comforts or leaving out the truth.
He offered a shrug at the question regarding further promotion. "I'm not sure. This is a more recent advancement, but there were a number of medical hold ups that kept me relatively inactive until very recently." The arm being one such example, though certainly not the largest. Of course, since it was brought up, he'd shift his clipboard to his right hand so he could hold up the left for Kyle to see better. "Domestic accident is ironically accurate, though not in the way you mean, I'm sure."
Lowering his arm again, he stuck his hand in his pocket. "Before you woke up there was an incident that hit the dorms. One of the larger problems being investigated is something that reduces a person to, for want of a popular label, zombie like. They attack blindly, animalistically, and the infection is sped by breaking the skin." There was a lot more to it, but that was a discussion for another day, or another hunter. "One of the sick hunters hit me with a runic torch."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 7:36 pm
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"It has. The former more than the latter." He glanced down at the other man. "In spring my bond to my weapon had been almost completely blocked when she was broken during a mission. My shield was present, but weaker. I couldn't summon Lagertha, nor could I hear her. It took a little over three months for her to heal enough to restore our connection." The valkyrie gave an amused hum at the back of his mind, and Zeke's lips twitched up briefly, almost smiling.
At Kyle's question the Mist offered a shrug. "Our traditional view of them based on media would lead us to believe that, but there are sentient zombies among the enemy ranks in Halloween." Zeke had not encountered one personally yet, but he had researched them.
"What infects us is different. The bitten or attacked hunter doesn't die, they simply go berserk. What is unique to this last instance was what seemed to be a secondary infection. Those of us that woke up with the alarms all felt sick to varying degrees, and strenuous activity seemed to accelerate it." He frowned thoughtfully, recalling what he could of that night as well as what he had learned in speaking with others.
"Whoever attacked me wasn't fully infected yet, but they weren't in their right mind, either." Which was the only reason Zeke was not actively hunting said person down.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2015 3:35 pm
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Zeke looked thoughtful for a moment as he considered the question, and was aware of Lagertha lingering close in his mind, apparently just as interested in his answer. "I'm relieved to have her back." It had been weird not hearing her, not feeling her, after being connected for so long. He'd gotten used to her being there.
"Paper work, infirmary shifts. A lot of the same things I do now, just in shorter stretches of time." His shoulder came up in a lazy shrug. "No missions, obviously." He'd been grateful for the slight break, but had grown restless very quickly. As much as he might have bitched and complained about long hours at a job he didn't have a passion for, it kept him busy, and if he could use his actual degree, this wasn't that bad a trade off. It was mentally challenging, at least.
"The infection lifted, and the infected returned to normal. Myself included." One moment trying to strangle Ever, the next in a world of pain he had not really felt up to that point, thanks to the burns. "That seems to be the trend, as far as I've seen and heard. When removed from the source, or when they take enough damage, those infected just wake up. It's all very bizarre."
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