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 Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 1:47 pm
The woman couldn't help but stare at the man and blink incredulously a few times, but she eventually had to forgo her amusement to tend to his wound professionally. After he rolled up his pants she took a closer look. Along with what he had told her, she immediately surmised the problem. She pulled a stool around so she could sit next to him and tend to his leg.
"Okay, let's see what we've got here..." She began in a soothing tone in the typical way a doctor starts a conversation about the problem; act like it's no big deal, even if the patient has a warhead sticking through his chest. She placed both her hands on either side of the wound and applied some pressure. Her hands felt soft on his skin, if he could still feel around his ankle. Incidentally, she also had to lean over to examine the wound closely, and she had the cleavage thing going on. She had to realize how she could seem like so much of a tease on this world. She was simply so used to being around serious people who could actually repress their sexual urges. Honestly, the kinds of "men" she knew could overdose on viagra and die before ever becoming even slightly aroused.
On to the actual diagnosis, he did not seem to gush blood. That's a pretty good sign. He was bleeding nicely, and no doubt the bullet had become lodged somewhere in his ankle, possibly in the bone.
"This is it?" She said dubiously. No missing arm? No shredded innards? It only took her a few seconds to understand the crudity of her statement before she blushed and bowed her head. "I'll get right to work... It will hurt a little, but certainly not as much as it did when you received the wound."
A completely serious, stoic expression washed over her face as she moved her right hand to hover over the wound. Why do doctors always have to get that freaky, deadly grave expression?
The healing process began immediately. A pale, sparkling light glittered down over the wound from the palm of her hand like millions of tiny snowflakes. A very light blue hue began to taint the color of the aura as the man would start to feel the effect.
Imagine the natural recovery of such a wound, accept accelerated into the timespan of a few minutes. Of course, it wouldn't help if the bullet remained lodged in his skin or possibly bone, so this Zelkin would begin to feel a very slight pain in his ankle. In reality, he coud literally feel the bullet removing itself gradually, as if simply putting itself in reverse or rewind. Of course, typically a huge amount of pain followed, but this woman also somehow surpressed the release of pain to feel perhaps like a very sharp bite and no more. She figured the warriors of such a high caliber tournament could deal with a little pain in the recovery process. It sure saved her a hell of a lot of energy.
Amazingly, the healing did not stop there. If the bullet had, in fact, damaged bone, the man's bone itself would begin to simply regenerate at an astonishing rate. Her hand must hold some kind of elixir, because it basically performed the equivalent of injecting him with life. His cells would gain the supplies and materials to rapidly grow and regenerate, and if needed new cells with the same genetic code as local cells would simply form from the power seeping out of her hand.
It did not stop there, either. The bullet continued to move back outwards, and it eventually became visible as it slid out of the wound gradually. By now, the bleeding had stopped, so only the blood which caked his leg before he came in remained. Blood did not even cling to the bullet as it came out! Some kind of liquid washed over the bullet and polished the scrunched metal to a mirror sheen; a sterile, mirror sheen, at that. Indeed, she had even cleansed the blood in his system with some kind of refreshing tonic that would prevent the possibility of an infection until she closed the wound. Which came next.
Some unseen force in the shimmering light plucked the crunched piece of metal from his wound without so much as a tingle in his muscles--the outer layers of his skin around the wound had become numb at this point. And within seconds after she removed the bullet, the blood around the wound would clear away as a thin layer of seeping water washed it away. Zelkin could then watch as the wound itself would begin to rapidly heal, closing within a matter of a few seconds until it became only a scar. It would probably prove the weakest scar in his life, as it would soon become nothing more than a scab in a few more seconds. Then, it would regress into a simple red welt, and finally, into clean, unblemished skin. Heck, it had even been moisturized!
The glowing light in her hand faded. She clenched her fist, turned her wrist over, and opened it again. Laying flat on her palm in plain sight he could see the small piece of fractured metal which could have threatened his life, completely unmarred by even a speck of blood. It even glistened with a blinding flash in the artificial light of the room. She extended her hand with the bullet lying in her palm and looked at him with a big smile.
"Some people like to keep them as souvenirs." She offered. She even looked at it for a few moments, astonished. Another clean healing operation complete, and she still felt quite energetic, too! "Oh, and I can take care of the rest of your ailments. You look a little bloodshot. I bet I can fix that right up. What say you?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 1:31 pm
 ------ The doorway to the Infirmary was suddenly filled with a rather tall figure whom twas hunched over; the darkness obscuring his features. But, slowly, his feet carried him in with relative ease - despite how tall he was compared to the room. Ten feet, eleven feet tall? Some lucrative height. Yet, as he began to step out of the shadows - it appeared as though even his height had changed. For, he stood up normally, around seven feet now. A trick played on one's eyes? One's over-active imagination? However, his appearence was even odder. He wore a doctor's lab-coat, black buttons lining it and put together up to the second & first button at the top. A tie could be seen going beneath the white coat at that point, upon a blue business shirt; below said coat, casual green pants. They were just a tad baggy, overlapping the top of two brown dress shoes. A belt was tied around the upper section of either arm. And, upon his shoulders, were two metal orbs jutting out of the doctor's coat. Obviously, odd attire. Though.. Easily the strangest feature on this man - was a brown, paper-bag over his head, with just one hole cut in it. " A doctor's job is to cure." The man thought with a sigh of content, a red eye peering around through the hole and over the room. " It is quite sad I couldn't join this tournament. Though, I suppose it would be presumptuous to both wound - and cure my patients!" His chest jutted out a bit against the fabric of the clothing which he wore. And, although he looked human enough.. there were elements of him that seemed, or even 'felt' unnatural. Calling out to no one in particular, the doctor proclaimed, "Are my services required here? Anyone here with a wound to be cured, an ailment to be treated?" His voice held a polite tone - though, perhaps.. essentric.
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 1:34 pm
A single man would cry out,
"I gots a papah cut on mah pinky from dat dere popcorn bag!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 12:48 am
A sweatdrop oozed down Faust's head - if possible - as he immedietely walked over to the man. Looming down over him, towering over the single man whom had cried out, the doctor then replied: "I'm afraid, idiocy has no cure found in modern science." Patting the man once upon the left shoulder with Faust's own right-hand, the doctor then began to peer over medical instruments with a near-hungry gaze.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 3:17 pm
"Lieutenant Dan, dis man won't gimme a band-aid for mah papah-cut!"
From the doorway, a beaten man that couldn't walk rolled in on a wheel chair. He was Lieutenant Dan, survivor of the Vietnam War.
"Oh shaddup Forr-" He would then fall out of the wheelchair for no apparent reason. "Ow..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 11:52 pm
"Uuuughh...what hit me?"
The young man tries to open his eyes...and is blinded by a wave of sterile white light. What happened? One second, he was fighting that speed-demon-dude, the next...he was dead?
That thought does it...he sits bolt upright, forcing his eyes to open and take in his surroundings. White beds, white sheets, white walls and white lights...this wasn't heaven, it was a hospital.
Meaning he had lost.
"F**KER!!!" Furious at himself, Trei slams his fist into the table next to his bed...only to jump a foot up in the air as the table unceremoniously explodes. "What the hell is going on?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 11:58 pm
Slowly, gingerly- lest the floor underneath him go BOOM as well- Trei gets back on his feet. His favorite black shirt was torn, but the doctors had restored him to 100%... Good news for our hero, because he still has time before his match begins to get some more practice in. After that Deity character, the young man's appetite for a good fight is in full stride...
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 12:08 am
The young man makes it halfway through the room...when he realizes that the appetite that he has isn't for battle like he thought. When did he last eat? The morning before his fight with Deity?
And so, stomach all a-growl, the young man shifts gears. Food first, fun second...after all, he would definitely lose again if he ran out of gas mid-fight. The welcome room's map had said something about a restaraunt or someat like that, if memory serves. So, logic dictates that the map is the place to go.
So he goes.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 12:24 am
And then he comes back.
Because, in his brilliance, he hadn't looked to see if his swords were with him in his bunk upon waking. Luckily for Trei, Deity had been kind enough to bring Trei's blades to the infirmary with him, and they were lying underneath the all-too-white bed.
Honour and Glory in hand, he goes again.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 9:15 pm
The door to the infirmary swung up,within it's frame stood a girl of about 11-12 years in appearance.One her back was a simple pack,a giant red cross spray painted onto it's flap.Her brown eyes widened,feeling intimidated by the others,but she was here to learn more of her mother's profession,to take on the role of a simple medic.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 9:26 pm
Alli, the blonde-haired healer who successfully removed the man's bullet wound, had taken to a pretty easy life in the infirmary. As long as her comrades remained here for the tournament, she would also stay to tend to anyone's wounds. She didn't even work half as hard here as she did for the Guardian Order most of the time, so it felt like a vacation where she got to meet all kinds of new people. She would be there for a while, too. Ryon's match had only just started that day, and who knows when Curse would have to return to the arena for his second match.
Between the mentally-ill patients demanding intensive care for a paper cut and the man who returned to retrieve the weapons he forgot, Alli had much to muse over. By the time the 12-year-old girl entered, Alli had her nose in some book. The older healer quickly took note of the girl's presence as she usually expected a patient at all times. However, this girl looked fine and she had something else on her mind apparently.
"Can I help you, young one?" Alli asked kindly with an affable smile.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 9:37 pm
Her eyes moved,breaking the trance just the entrance had put her in."Ah!"The girl turned a light pink,remembering she was in public.Her eyes found the woman,mouth agape,mind searching for words.In a short fit of embarassment,she bowed her head,speaking with respect towards the woman."I..I've come to learn?Uh,uhm...I want to be a medic.A real one."Her head then tilted back up slowly,silver locks falling over the sides of her face."Please...?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 9:52 pm
Alli smirked at the child's adorable display of shyness. She stood up and walked over to the young girl, examining her closely but keeping a friendly distance. She placed her hand under her chin in a thoughtful gesture.
"You want to be a medic, hmm?" She reiterated softly, apparently thinking hard about something from the way she shut one eye. She then looked back down at the girl with a sheepish smile.
"Do you know much about magic, child?" Oh how she would seem so lazy to the other medics in the infirmary. Alli had limited knowledge of traditional medical techniques, but she found them vastly inferior to her blend of magic. Still, only few could use such magic, especially to the degree that she could control it. Still, if she could somehow manage to teach this kid, then it would be much better. She blushed, slightly flustered at her odd question, as she awaited the girl's response.
She could see it in the girl's eyes, though. This young girl really wanted to become a medic, for some reason or another. Few possessed that kind of drive, and they ended up making the best healers and doctors. Alli held the same kind of passion.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 10:03 pm
Red eye veering over to the blonde-haired woman whom seemed to run the infirmary currently, Faust pondered the situation. "The tournament is still young; patients will flood this room far more than they have, soon! So many interesting races, too.. it's too bad I've not come across anyone of apparent discord & violence, I would have loved to disect them." Sighing, as though the situation was beyond his control, the odd doctor was about to ask the healer if she required any assistance - when, a little girl came up, asking for knowledge.
"How lovely! Young minds seeking knowledge, a rarity to the eye. Perhaps, I should volunteer some information?" Blinking once, the doctor then remembered an earlier experience with a young woman whom had guessed the state of his hair and was morbidly frightened of those whom were, well.. bald headed - and whom had even attacked him. Then, a sweatdrop oozed down his face.
"On second thought, knowledge is riper when left alone!" Adjusting the paper bag over his head, Faust then reached beneath his lab coat. It didn't look like a single thing was protruding against the fabric, so if one were watching - they'd probably be surprised, when he slowly pulled out a bottle. Purple, but with a comical, white skull-head with cross bones on the glass. "Oh, drat; wrong bottle." Placing it back beneath the coat, he rummaged his left hand around, until it came out with a bottle full of green fluids. This time, a simple, darker green "check" was labeled on it.
"Aha, here we are! This should disinfect and close a wound with ease. Patience, now."
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 3:45 pm
For a moment their eyes met,hers then switched over to look to the side.Then they slowly rolled back,gaining little confidence from the kind gesture."..Magic?I'm afraid not.But I'm willing to learn as much as I need to about it."The girl glanced at the man who seemed to be a doctor,who had commented on her request,but then focused on the woman before her.From a small hole in the back of her loose pants,came a long tail,white and thin.It snaked up her back and onto her shoulder,scratching the back of her neck.The part had a mind of it's own.
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