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 Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 3:52 pm
When Mot was seated on the ground next to her, Hel shuffled until she was resting on her knees in front of him, her own first aid kit out and ready to go. Now here was the fun part. The reaper just reached up and plucked Mot’s hat off and set it to the side, and then quickly peeled the bandaid off of his forehead since it was soaked with red. Maybe luckily, or unluckily, while Hel was working at this task, she started to sing softly, as she usually did when she was busy. She was softly singing the song she had used for her FMC try out, ‘All Souls Night.’
Hel placed a free hand on top of Mot’s head to hold it there, and soon dabbed the cotton against the cut on his forehead.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 3:58 pm
Mot's mouth gaped open. She just.. she took off his hat! She just took it! Without even asking!
He'd have made a fuss but... she started singing. Somehow, when Hel sang, Mot just couldn't do much. It was just such a beautiful sound. His heart fluttered, and his nerves calmed slightly. He wasn't as apprehensive about getting cleaned up now.
His mouth snapped shut, staring at her as she reached to his forehead, dabbing at his wound. The reaper winced, tensing up at the stinging sensation. His toes curled in his boots as he tried not to wimper.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 4:02 pm
Hel's scorn would have been retorted with a scathing response, but Freya just wasn't feeling herself anymore. Instead, she narrowed her eyes at her sister and let her silently walk off to take care of Mot. She craned her neck, and watched her sister carefully, before pursing her lips in tight.
"Hel."
It was the first word she'd said since her sister arrived, and it was followed by more surprises.
"When you're done with Mot.." Freya slid over and, with difficulty, rose one of Herryk's arms. The unicorn band-aids covered his dark skin, but the red marks were still obvious. "Can you help him, too? Please."
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 4:15 pm
That’s right Mot. Deal with it.
Hel didn’t pause in her singing when her sister finally addressed her, and instead looked over at her. She eyed her and Herryk for a moment before giving a simple nod of her head, and turned her attention back to Mot. It meant a lot for Freya to come out and ask that, even if it didn’t seem like it to anyone else.
She dabbed at the forehead cut a bit more before placing the cotton on part of the kit, and then took out a fresh new bandage, applying that onto cut. Satisfied with that, the more tedious part came next. All the cuts on his torso. It was here that Hel did paused in her singing, and leaned back a bit. “Roch is right.” She murmured, her tone rather serious. “Your shirt needs to come off.” Now. Was the look she gave him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 4:21 pm
One cut was done, a dozen more to go. He wasn't certain to the extent of his cuts, but it felt like they were everywhere.
His now visible eyes widened at her demand. Oh Jack...
With obvious hesitance, Mot removed the tie, shirt and vest, setting them down beside himself. He didn't like being half dressed in front of ghouls. It just didn't seem decent. But, these were different circumstances.
Crap, his thin frame was covered in cuts and scrapes. This was going to sting like a sunnuva b***h.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 4:44 pm
Hel was glad Mot complied. She would have had no problem wrestling him to get the shirt off, as it needed to be done.
Once it was off though, a small frown pulled at her lips. “Dear Sally.” Hel sighed, and then gave an amused chuckled. “What didn’t you mar, Mot?” Oooh well…it needed to be done! The valkyrie resumed singing softly again once more, the song she had been earlier, and dabbed and cleaned at each of the cuts on Mot’s thin frame. She was very careful and attentive, making sure no cut was left un-dabbed, though that was probably not a relief to the cow boil. When that part was finally done though, Hel reached into her kit and pulled out a roll of gauze, and then starting at his waist, starting to wrap it around him.
This would beat wasting a ton of individual bandages. There were too many cuts and scrapes.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 4:55 pm
Mot chuckled, a sheepish grin on his face. That little bout of peace ended when she started to clean his cuts once again. The reaper winced, tensing up again as the stinging shot through his nerves. The singing helped. It really did. He would not have been as calm had it not. However, it was painful. The reaper did not seem to have much of a threshold for pain without the adrenaline rush to help him. Because of this, one deep cut inparticular caused the reaper to shriek. "AAH SUUNUVA---" He bit his lip, trying to muffle his discomfort. Soon enough, the torture that was the disinfectant was over. Mot sighed, and visibly relaxed. Was it over? Nope. Hel had to get in close to start wrapping him, and the faintest hint of blushing crept on his pale complexion. His eyes darted away from Hel, his heart pitter pattering in reaction to their close proximity.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 5:11 pm
Herryk turned his face to the side just the slightest, whispering to the ghoul that half-hid behind him.
"Herryk will be fine, Freya." He didn't really feel like he would be fine, but he felt like he kind of had to save face in front of Freya. It was probably more than a little silly, but it was what it was. It made him feel a little better, though, that Mot was also not feeling at his best.
Of course, if Hel came at him looking to tend his various bumps and bruises, Herryk was not going to turn her down. Especially if it meant that he could be rid of the pink band-aids that littered his arms and chest.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 5:40 pm
Ah, Mot. He really was like a child. As Riyo feasted upon her can of fish, she watched the scene of whimpering and whining Mot unfold.
At first, she was like:
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But when Hel started tending to the far from rugged cowboil, the sight and sound of the whole thing brought a frown to her face. It wasn't the normal "I'm Riyo and I'm never in a good mood" kind of frown. It was... Disturbed. The feline couldn't really put a finger on it, but it reminded her of something. On the tip of her tongue, yet too far back for the ghoul to even begin recalling.
Over the years, Riyo had built a wall around herself. Such a large, intimidating wall... Yet she'd forgotten to make stairs in case she ever wanted out. A lot of times, all she felt she could do was peep through the cracks and scold the people who had such an easy time doing what she wanted to...
And now was one of those times.
Tossing her empty can aside, Riyo looked down at her self tended hand and stood, shoving up her hood. The urge to continue into the third room struck her. Time to go, she supposed. Without a word to her teammates, the cat demon proceeded through the next door.
(( Exiting ))*Number of times popcorn gif has been used in Meta: 5
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 5:53 pm
G's grumble did not go entirely unnoticed by the canine, though she didn't seem to react to it right away. Mitsu's ears twitched this way and that trying to make sense of the noise. Grumbling was usually done in a negative manner but the boil didn't really look like he wanted to be threatening. Slowly Mitsu raised a hand and waved slightly but she was far too comfortable next to Shun to want to move and perform a proper greeting. It only aided in her comfort when his arm moved behind her to hold her in place. Her heart began to thumb in her chest and she was more than pleased to be where she was.
She sat there quietly with Shun unsure if she should burden him with her troubles when she saw Riyo raise to her feet. Watching the feline move back toward their room Mitsu was suddenly hit with the same urge to move. She supposed they were being summoned.
"I..I guess its time to go," She said softly pulling away from Shun reluctantly and grabbing her bag. Quickly she retrieved her first aid kit and placed it back beside Ludwig before closing everything up and placing the pack back on her shoulders. That done she looked at Shun waiting for him to lead the way so that she could follow.
((Exiting))
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 5:58 pm
Seeing that G seemed to get the idea, Shun nodded to the swamp beast. As for why they would attack, he didn't have an answer for him. Perhaps they were territorial or just aggressive by nature. He couldn't be certain.
While Hel tended to Mot, he just sat there with Mitsu, feeling rather comfortable where he was, strangely enough. Though, when Riyo got up to go, he glanced over towards their door. It was time to move on. A part of him didn't really want to move, however.
Nodding quietly to the wolf girl, he slowly shifted away before packing his things back up and standing.
"Don't take too long," he said to the other Reapers before making his way to the door with the lupine.
((Exiting))
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:56 pm
The reaper tried working as quickly and efficiently as she could, and couldn’t help but make a face as Mot shrieked, right next to her ear. “Eh…heh…Almost done, friend.” She murmured.
Luckily the wrapping wasn’t as bad, and Hel’s fingers worked diligently to secure the gauze around him. She glanced up at him, noting he looked away and…wait…was…that…”Mot…are you blushing?” Hel was trolling, that she was! She smiled lightly, and finished wrapping his torso before moving onto his arms, which were easier to do. The reaper finished, and pulled away, leaning on her heels as that distint bell chimed in her head.
“…Ah…it’s time for our next room.” She murmured to Mot, “But I need to tend to Herryk first.” The ghoul collected her stuff and then made her way over to Freya and Herryk, and quietly set to work applying some real bandages and aid to the Draugr. Hel worked just as quickly and efficiently as with Mot, and in no time was finished, packing up her items. The reaper stood, and stared down at her sister. “…I am off now, sister.” She replied. “We are summoned to our next room…” Hel trailed off, quiet for a very long moment. She felt the need to say something to Freya, after all that worry Roch had displayed over Xiu and Amrita. “…Take care, sister, yes?”
Hel moved back to Mot. “Ready, friend?”
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 7:08 pm
Busted!
Mot reddened further having been called out. "No I am not!" He lied, his brows knitting together. Gosh, was getting hot in that room? It was totally getting hotter!
The summons came, and Mot nodded his head to Hel. "Right.." She left to attend to Herryk, and Mot took that time to get his clothes back on.
His shirt, tie and vest were once again on, bag shouldered. The reaper stood as Hel returned. "I'm ready." He murmured, shifting a bit before leading the way out of the room.
((Exiting))
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 7:11 pm
Hel just chuckled when Mot played denial, and once all her matters were in order, the reaper gave a firm nod of her head. She watched as Mot went through the door, and looked back at the other students still in the room, before her gaze landed on Roch. “Take care, friend!”
With that, the reaper trailed after her team, and slipped through the door.
((Exiting!))
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 7:16 pm
Herryk's attempt to look unhurt came at a price, because Freya was starting to believe it. She felt better as soon as Hel tended to his wounds, and she patted his hair before shifting away from him. She moved to her knees and then pushed herself up, stopping once her sister offered her a goodbye. Still fighting, it was clear they were both going to remain worried about each other no matter what. Freya nodded, a bit of her old attitude returning, and she waved her sister off.
"Yeh too, crumpet. Go kick some a**."
She watched them go, and folded her arms in front of her, holding herself tightly. She didn't like watching her sister walk away, knowing that she was walking straight into danger.
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