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 Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 7:44 pm
Anshi's hand twisted, forming an almost cradle-like place for her to sit out of the same green glass surrounding her shoulder and arm. He walked out of the ruins of her store in short order, looking around for a moment before heading down the street towards the clinic. "I am Yukyuzan, little one," he said once he started walking. "Though if you find it too much of a mouth-full you might call me Anshi instead. It is the name of my family, but I take no offense at its use."
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 1:28 pm
Benjamin stood by the entrance of the clinic, holding the door open and waiting like a gentleman. He stood patiently, stood firm, and towered over all who walked by. He had a look of worry on his face.
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Cyberweasel89 Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 2:32 pm
 The girl sniffled, using her free hand to wipe the tears from her lupine face. "Um... No, I don't mind calling you Yukyuzan. It's not that hard to say." she whimpered. They reached the clinic, the doctor coming out to meet them. "What's that on your arm?" he asked. Candy sniffled again. "Yukyuzan made it to stop the bleeding.""Well, first, I'm going to need to ask him to remove it. And second, I'm a doctor, not a vet, though I am familiar with Zoans. Unless you want me to shave the fur from your arm, you're going to need to switch to human form.""D-Don't look, please." she told the two wotans. Her fur receded into his skin, her human nose and teeth returning. Her large rabbit's feet also returned to their dainty human shape, though she retained the ears and tail. She was also starkers as the day she was born, but she was too in pain to care much. "Thank you. Please remove the glass cast and set her down. I'll carry her inside." the doctor instructed Anshi. Location: Clock Town, Outside the clinic
Mood: Pained
Thinking: Yukyuzan... That's a nice name...
Wearing: Glass sleeve
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 2:35 pm
Anshi nodded, touching his finger to the cast and drawing the glass back into his body before setting his hand down on the ground so she could be lifted off. "I would offer my services," he said in his soft voice, "But I am... unqualified to work on humans."
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 2:47 pm
Ben Turned his back out of respect, so that he wouldn't see her lack of clothes, even though in the back of his mind some part of him wanted to see. "And As I said before. I am Widefin Benjamin. Just call me Benny."
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 11:29 am
The doctor took Candy into his arms, lifting her up and carrying her inside. He set her down on a bed behind a curtain, then walked outside to talk to the two wotan again. He handed them each a baby Den Den Mushi. "I'll call you when she's better so you can come pick her up. Thanks for bringing her in. I'm not sure what happened to her, and I'm not sure I want to know. But my guess is it had something to do with that explosion over in the entertainment district? I wouldn't go back there, if I were you two. The Militia is probably swarming all over it. They keep a tight watch on things in Clock Town. It gets the most visitors and tourists, so it also has the highest population of active duty Militiamen. Try not to draw attention to yourselves. Luckily there are plenty of fishmen, giants, and wotans on the Seven Star Isles, so you two don't exactly stand out. It's a very international resort archipelago, so we get races and cultures of all kinds."Location: Clock Town, inside clinic
Mood: Pained
Thinking: I won't have any clothes when I'm done here... I hope he gives me a patient gown, at least.
Wearing: Nothing
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Cyberweasel89 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 7:57 am
Anshi took the baby Den Den Mushi in his hand, examining it curiously as he walked outside to wait. Its size interested him, given it was much smaller than a normal Speaking Snail (he knew of the real name, but his father had always called them Speaking Snails and he did so out of habit). He sat cross-legged on the sidewalk outside the clinic as he waited, watching Militia members and a few Marines run down the street towards the plume of smoke still rising into the air, and wondered belatedly if his clothes showed any damage from the explosion. Likely not, else someone would have stopped to question him by now.
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