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 Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 10:44 pm
Oh, finally! The fairy sighed lightly partway through the man's speech, obviously relieved to have some assistance.
Alright, explain the condition. "Rrgh...I, I have--" Interruption. Specifically, one hand bolted up to clasp around the syringe, stopping it before it could reach her neck. Esouna held it sideways, so that no part of her hand could be injected by simply pushing forward. Yes, she had heard the explanation that it was for pain, but this situation reminded her of what happened at that damn restaurant, with the druggie who wanted to rob her. Her face went blank here, holding the syringe lightly.
Esouna was....twitchy.
Slowly, she unclasped the medicine, coming to her senses again instead of letting FIGHTIN REFLEX hijack any responses. "...I got hit a lot, everywhere. No broken skin," the fairy finished explaining, and lowered her arm. She seemed apologetic, but too weary or irritated to speak that thought.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 2:22 am
Accelerated growth by a catalystic act, such as taking off the eye-patch? The swordsman never heard of such an ability from any form of meta-human he met before. The world is indeed full of mysterious surprises, it seems. Following her motion to her sitting down onto the other stretcher next to him, he tilted his head in puzzlement, still trying to wrap around this..event. "Oh, no no no, it's not weird... it's just that you kind of surprised me with your appearance. After all, it's not often that a gorgeous woman would come up to me and strike a conversation. Er.."
His gaze averted somewhat, his face a bit red. "You know what I mean." Pissed off Dragon "The ******** out of my WAY!"
Ahem.
The swordsman shifted to a more comfortable position on the stretcher, scratching his chin in amusement. "You know, from my view, boredom will be the last thing you'll think of on tournament grounds. Anyways --"
His eyes caught sight of some suited men waltzing in as the scene unfolded, one particular question from one of them catching his attention.Mr Shinjiko "Who here still needs medical treatment?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 7:46 am
Faustina's cheeks flushed almost as red as Snow's hair. "Ah...th-thank you, Snow..." she replied, a small, pleased smile set upon her features.
When the chaos struck, her attentions were too held by the commotion to catch exactly what was going on behind her, until a few seconds after the fact. Her brow frowned at the belated realization, and her head twisted around to glance back at Snow in confusion. "Huh?"
Before that could continue much further, Snow was waving making to stand up, his grunt raising Faustina's worry back to the forefront of her mind. She bit her lip, the rest of her body turning around as her arms poised to assist Snow, but it seemed he stood well enough. Still, she stayed readied in case something happened, her eyes shifting to glance at the doctor that had been called over.
Thankful more assistance had arrived, she relaxed somewhat, backing a few steps away from Snow so she wouldn't be in the doctor's way. Her eyes turned to look over the wounds as Snow showed them to the doctor, and the frustration at loosing her alchemy tinged the edge of her awareness. She flinched slightly, wanting to be of help but not sure how, and so resigned to standing by their side, lest the good doctor call on her assistance.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 10:38 am
[Esouna]
The doctor removed the metal discs from her body with his right hand, his left hand putting the pain medicine away. "Ok, no meds." He stated as he used his left hand again to remove what appeared to be a cellphone. Typing up a quick message, it was sent.
Not long after the message was sent, the back door opened. From inside came five women dressed in black robes that had white trim on the edges. One of them moved towards Esouna, removing a small white orb from within the robe.
This mage knelt down next to Esouna, taking the orb and pressing it into her own forearm. Next, this mage's hands pressed against Esouna's chest and stomach. All around Esouna's body came white wisps that began to heal her externally and internally.
The doctor put his hand on Esouna's shoulder, giving her a reassuring smile before he left to go onto a different patient. This entire process would take only about five minutes before the mage stood back up and left Esouna to do as she pleased.
[Snow]
The doctor that had caught the man's attention instructed one of the mages to go help, to which was met with no qualm from the woman in any form. They seemed odd, they did not talk and they barely made a sound as they moved.
The mage was beside Snow in what seemed to be an instant. Though, unlike Esouna, it was not just a single white orb that was retrieved. The orbs removed were two white and one light blue. The white obviously a curing magic while the other was an aid to curing.
The doctor came over, watching with his arms folded as the mage pressed the orbs into her arms. "Sir, I need you to relax completely or else you may end up in more pain than you anticipated." He instructed while the mage began to roll her hands over the entirety of Snow's form before mainly focusing on the blast wound.
Inside and outside of Snow, the magic's surged. The two curing aids combined caused a higher healing ability while the light blue was to keep any infection from festering. The bones began to reset, any start of an infection disappearing while the entire blast wound turned into nothing but a scrape that would disappear before Snow's next match.
The mage stood up, bowing before returning to the group of female mages. The doctor gave Snow an approving nod while he ran a body scan to make sure everything was back in working order.
"I'm going to tell you to make sure you stretch a bit before your next match, just to make sure everything is reset normally. From what I'm seeing though, your in perfect health aside from this inch long scrape. You'll be fine sir." The doctor said before he too left to go onto another patient.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 2:26 pm
The fairy actually did want something for the pain, but her reaction convinced the man to hold off on the medicine and....that was really frustrating. Maybe fighters in general had perfect control over their don't-tase-me-bro reflexes, but shouldn't a healer be prepared for some degree of struggle?
Whatever the case, Esouna convinced herself to endure for a bit longer, until the healers totally fixed her. Forgoing the injection might be better anyway; considering that she was pretty small and her species was very sensitive to poisons, that pain medicine might make her pass out or be a zombie for a while.
Anyway, it seemed a magic-user had an orb and little ghosty things, for healing. Esouna idly batted at one of the wisps, but wouldn't fight against the body repairs. It's exactly what she wanted.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 4:32 pm
One of the nurses that was prepping Thurgood for surgery didn't move when all of the help came in. What good is surgical prep if there's no surgeon to perform the procedure?
"Excuse me... is any one of you a surgeon?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 4:52 pm
Two Days Earlier...
"Gah, dammit! Watch the wrist!" Yasuo howled in pain over the burns that he had received on his arms from his previous opponent. That Gold Alexander really had some fight in him, but he hadn't at all taken advantage of the short bout the pair had - at least in the shinobi's opinion.
The doctor dictated to two nurses what needed to be done, what with the antiseptics, bandages and special creams to make the burn nothing more than a memory in a day or two.
Blah Blah Blah "Ouch"
Skip ahead to the next two days of rest.
Yasuo is ok by the end of the third day.
He says, "Thanks doc!", and puts back on his equipment for a day of prep for his next match. Slightly damaged bracer, sensitive skin and what not was all that was left of Gold's damage. Whether he had made it on to the next match however, was something he soon had to figure out.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:17 pm
[Esouna]
The previous suited doctor made one last round, stopping near the fairy. "You will be fine in a few hours. Perfect actually, you'll be able to compete in the next round." He said before giving her a bow. Then there was a question of a surgeon by a nurse.
[Thurgood]
The doctor went to the nurse, giving a light shake of his head. "I'm sorry, we only deal with magics. Major surgery is not our strong suit. We could heal the patient, only without surgery. We'd have to send mages in to take care of it." He stated before bowing again out of respect.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:40 pm
Oh hey, "that guy" was back. Esouna looked up at him and nodded in response. She already felt better from the healing, which was a major relief.
Since she'd been fully attended to, the fairy no longer needed to hang out here. She stood up, turned around, and wordlessly walked away. Next round, hmm? Did he think she'd advance? Whatever the case, Esouna decided on the "better safe than sorry" principle. Time too get something to eat, so she'd have the energy to compete.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:51 pm
"That ******** a*****e demon hunter.... Having to press the fight that long knowing we would both be ******** up no matter who won. And even doing so to try to harm me when he had the disadvantage, idiot..."
A young man spat as a lone figure began to walk out of the stadium bloody and battered. The match was canceled mid-way due to the viciousness of the two competitors and a lack of fellowship in sport, thus no winner has been decided yet to this point. Hell, it'd be interesting to see if either of them won instead of being disqualified for what they did, but regardless, the match was over and they both needed a little R&R should one of them continue.
Cyrus, having taken far less injury than James, was still in plenty of pain thanks to the burns to the neck he received from James's chokehold explosive assault. His black men's tank top and military camo pants were nicely ripped and burned up from all the activity with the flame and his neck was bleeding quite profusely since the wound didn't have time to heal. He lost a good deal of blood just walking from the stadium to the med tents, but he was still in decent enough shape to get around unlike James who probably needed a wheelchair for his leg and arm. He would walk up to the front of the med tent and bang the ringer as he would stare around the room with steely cobalt blue eyes.
"Where is a doc when you need one?"
He would mutter as he would wonder what the other competitors received in the category of wounds and depth of such. And judging from the other competitors, Cyrus felt lucky since they looked far more capable to deal fatal wounds than James was. In fact, he felt sort of greedy for hogging the medical attention some of the folks who were in that state needed, but this neck wouldn't close itself up and he wasn't going to lose any more blood over such a petty wound. He would wait for the nearest doc to arrive and get the s**t patched up.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 9:40 pm
[Cyrus]
One of the suited men motioned for one of the mages to take care of Cyrus, to which was met with a near instant movement from one of the five female mages.
Stopping near the man's side, the mage gave no emotion and remained silent. An orb was pushed into the right forearm of her own body, to which both hands were placed on the chest of Cyrus.
The magic within would pulse throughout the fighters entire body, slowly and surely taking away the pain and slowing any bleeding down considerably. Within moments, the mage was finished as all that was left on the man's body were a few scrapes and minor burns that would heal before the next fight, if he made it to round 2.
The mage made her way from Cyrus, returning to the other mages as well as those suited doctors.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 9:44 pm
"Relax?"
Quite a thing to say when one's injured. The body usually tenses to either override the pain temporarily or as reflex to block any potential injuries from opening up.
Praise be to muscle tissues. Relax would be the last thing to do, since the released tension would cause more harm than necessary.
Though, he does see where the mage is coming from.
A low disgruntled tone echoed from the swordsman's throat, but he complied to the request, relaxing his body and wincing a bit at the bones poking in his torso. The soft touch of the orb was...quite an unusual sensation, like a warm silk being dragged across the affected area before settling even further into the body. It took a while to get used to the feeling, but when the bones started to reset --
-- all that warm fuzzy mood became a sharp edge, digging into his body, inciting the swordsman to grit his teeth in pain.
"..Gh!"
Oh yeah, he can definitely feel the pain. For a few seconds the pain cascaded around the affected area, the nerves being pulled and moved from the resetting process. As it eventually died down, the swordsman took in a few deep breaths, letting out a ragged sigh before the doctor gave him some recommendations.
He couldn't say much though, just giving a light thumbs up to signal that he's fine before plopping himself back down onto the stretcher to regain his composure.
"Ooh...that's why I hate going to the infirmary..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 8:47 pm
Faustina watched the mage work her healing magic with quite a bit of intrigue, mis-matched eyes following the motions of her hands, cheeks flushing a bit when they slid over Snow's torso. Feeling the heat rise in her face, she quickly bowed her head to avert her eyes, hands grasping idly low before her. "Ahh..."
She remained quiet for the rest of the procedure, head lifting again only when the mage began to speak, her smile turning up the corners of her mouth. As the mage walked away, Faustina looked back upon Snow, pleased to see that he at least seemed fine now. She chuckled lightly, one hand moving to rest gently on his shoulder as she replied, "Well, at least you're all patched up now, hm?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 7:35 am
The warmth eminating from her touch was alien to the swordsman. Like a small flame that kindled against a cold surface, it was...a strange feeling. Not a feeling that he is accustomed to yet...
Oddly, it's...not a bad feeling.
He sighed, reluctantly giving a nod back to Faustina. "I guess you have a point there. Still doesn't rid me of the unease whenever I'm in the infirmary."
The swordsman rubbed his torso a bit, seeing if it was still inciting pains that made it hard to move around. Finding nothing that was stopping him, his eyes nonchantly glanced up to Faustina --
-- Before realizing just how close she was to him.
"Ah."
The warm hand on his shoulder felt hotter than before.
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 5:38 pm
The cool flesh that met her fingertips caused her to flinch at first, but after the initial surprise her hand quickly got used to the sensation, laying the full of its palm upon his shoulder. She laughed lightly at his words, partially to mask over her own shyness, and at last allowed her hand to drift reluctantly from his shoulder. It was strange...usually, the young Devil avoided the cold like the plague, but something so fundamentally essential to the very nature of contact seemed worth the hurdle, seemed important enough to endure what would usually cause discomfort. And while Faustina couldn't quite pinpoint just what it was that made it worthwhile when it came to Snow--perhaps his was a different cold? perhaps his personality? perhaps the environment? perhaps even something else?--she didn't let it bother her for now, her mind drawn to things much more interesting and important to the nature of their brief contact.
Namely, it was a television set into one of the room's corners that called her attentions from out of the corner of her eye. Her head turned, gaze summoned by a familiar mixture of garnet and auburn...and suddenly Faustina grew grave. It seemed the last of the fights had drawn to a close, and the reporters were reviewing some of the first round's highlights, both in and out of the ring. At the moment? A recap of her father's arrest, just in case anyone missed the GPD's "triumphant" capture.
She hesitated, biting her lip, then forced a smile back over her visage as her head turned back to regard Snow. When her eyes came back to meet his, they seemed somewhat off--distanced, somehow. Still, Faustina did her best to appear pleasant and cheery, offering up a suggestion posed as a solution to Snow's unease. "Well then...are you feeling well enough?" Turning, she took a few steps before pausing and glancing back over her shoulder to Snow, her spaded tail writhing in an almost inviting and beckoning manner. "Come on, let's walk around a bit...get you some fresh air."
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