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 Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 2:05 pm
Catlyn Ryft "... and he dances like a total doofus." 
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 4:50 pm
Catlyn Ryft "I almost died. I just tried to break your nose, and I kicked all their asses," she was referencing the paramedics, "I've got needles stuck in me god-only-knows-where, and my head is killing me. How the hell do you think I feel?" The good doctor didn’t seem at all flustered by her angry retort, he simply continued to smile down as her as he checked her chart once more after retrieving it from the floor. “I’m glad to hear it actually, if you weren’t feeling such I’d actually be more concerned. That swing at me at least lets me know you’ve got a strong will to survive. That’s never a bad thing.” He patted her upon her bound forearm. Sey "A Vampire?"
"... Do you know whom?" “Well I’m not familiar with the line up as of yet but if there is an undead among the combatants I’m betting he’s at the very least a viable suspect.” The Dr. went about looking over the women’s vitals asking her to breathe when necessary as the stethoscope around his neck probed her innards for signs of distress. Once satisfied she’d not damaged her veins or caused any accidental harm to her body; the stethoscope was placed back about his shoulders as he went about removing his gloves. Catlyn Ryft "I never learned his name, but he's tall, with a mouth full of sharp teeth. He was wearing some fancy clothes, glasses, blonde hair...and he dances like a total doofus." “Miss. Ryft, once you’ve gained enough strength where I’m sure you won’t lapse back into another episode, I’ll have one of the nurses remove the IV’s and restraints so we can get you some fluids. I’m sure you’ll be feeling quite dehydrated after your ordeal. Later, I’ll be sure to contact security for the tournament so they can take your statement once you’ve gotten some rest. For now, you’ll be fine as long as you try and relax.” Turing to the head healer he noted her strange form of dress for the first time since coming to aid the over worked ER. When things where as chaotic as they had been it was sometimes hard to notice something as glaring as a white mage dressed in an elegant gown for no particular reason. “Why don’t you take this lull to go change, from the looks of it you’ve been working since the ball. Which I was told, ended a short while ago. I’ve got things covered here for the most part Miss..?” He searched for a name, the relaxed smile still playing upon the good doctors features.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:26 pm
With a sharp tug, Lana pulled the stitches tight and tied off the thread. In a short display of less-than professional work, she chose to bite the string rather than cut it; perhaps work in a third-world country wasn't exactly ideal preparation for a sterile hospital setting.
Well. This wasn't a hospital. It was a tournament infirmary, and if they were to be dealing with super-power-inflicted wounds and bloodied cats, she was going to use whatever method proved efficient.
Wrapping the remaining thread around her fingers, sliding the ring of string off into her kit, all she had left was his battered state. Looking up, the girl gave her magic-weilding help a grateful smile and nod. 'Thank you! I can take care of it now.' Lana looked down at the cat. The nurse mentioned something about him waking up soon, and the young girl smiled up at her reassuringly. 'He's only under twilight anesthesia, but the sedatives will keep him from going anywhere. I'll be fine.' The healer nodded in return and set off to help elsewhere. An NPC's work was never done.
Lana retrieved a small jar from her seemingly never-ending kit. Holding up to the light, she nodded curtly at the label: Healing Balm, minor injuries. Do not use on open cuts and wounds. May induce stinging; If irritation persists, see your doctor or local healer. A quick flick of the wrist opened the jar, and she applied the sharp-smelling balm to his numerous wounds.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 8:21 pm
Catlyn Ryft "... and he dances like a total doofus." There was no doubting it. The woman didn't even have to give a description of his clothing - his atrocious dancing was enough for her. She was talking about KB. Sey blanched at the realization and turned away, unable to muster words as a wave of guilt consumed her entire being. How many more times did she have to see the living consequences of avoiding what she was supposed to do? After all, the traditions set by the High Temple had been in place thousands of years. That dogma stayed true and unchanged because it was right. Because they were the right thing to do. … Right? Amigone Labs .Inc “Why don’t you take this lull to go change, from the looks of it you’ve been working since the ball. Which I was told, ended a short while ago. I’ve got things covered here for the most part Miss..?” He searched for a name, the relaxed smile still playing upon the good doctors features. She gave a small curtsy instead of her customary bow, platinum pendant bouncing against her chest at the movement. She'd gently lifted the cloud like cloth of her gown as she rose to stand, mindful of her dress after he'd drawn her attention to it by his offer. A laugh escaped her, the healer amazed at her own silliness as she realized how out of place she seemed in the room with her priceless gown, made up hair and pearl earrings with her hands having just been wrist deep in a man's chest to heal him. "Thank you. I'll be back as soon as I do Doctor...?" She left her query hanging just as he had hers, departing only after receiving his name and granting a cursory scan of the room for any more emergencies.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 2:23 pm
Although the first round had yet to conclude, Claire had left the stands to see a certain individual she hadn't for a long time. While they may not had left off of the field on the best of terms, there were no hard feelings for her former opponent. She wished that the judges had let their battle come to an end on its own, and maybe they could schedule a conclusion at some other time, but right now that would seem to be unlikely. Besides, Claire wouldn't want to fight this man, or beast, at anything but his best. What value did a victory have if it were a hallow one? It was a shame that Claire had to meet the dragon under these lousy circumstances, but then again, trying to find him anywhere else on this campus would have probably been a failure.
She walked through the infirmary, turning her head from left to right, her eyes searching for Vince. It didn't take long before she could spot him, she could remember the face of a formidable opponent with little effort. She made her way to his bed in earnest and then stopped at its side, placing a hand on the side rail while looking down at her fallen rival. It was a relief to see that he was alive, that meant that sometime in the future they were going to meet on the field again. She had a warm glowing smile across her lips. He probably already felt pretty bad about the whole situation, there was no need for her to encourage any moping.
"I'm rather surprised to finding a tough fighter like yourself in here."
She spoke in a friendly tone, like if they had actually been close to each other. Despite the fact that they were still for the most part strangers, Claire felt some kind of bond with him. She knew that he understood, and she understood too. That's probably why it was easy for her to approach him in this manner.
"I was disappointed that your match ended so quickly because of bad sportsmanship. It is good to see that had been blessed to not have your legacy ended by that mockery of a warrior."
The dragon might not recognize Claire unless he remembered their encounter from the Dark Tournament, and even if he did, he might not recognize her out of her full armor. Her long golden locks draped her bare shoulders and she wore a modest forest green dress that flowed from her bust to her ankles. Her wore a soft perfume, a soothing scent of flowers from her home country. Hopefully seeing a familiar and friendly face might warm the dragon's spirits a bit.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 2:39 pm
The dragon's eyes had been closed, but he definitely hadn't been sleeping. Too much had been taking place in this arena, what with fights starting to actually end in earnest, without them being stopped prematurely. When someone's foot-steps started in his direction, which honestly, was down a main walkway, he ignored it and kept his eyes close, allowing his pessimistic thoughts to stay to himself. Vince sighed, though, as soon as someone's hand came to lay across the bed-rail, mere inches from where one of his massive hands tightly gripped the metal piece.
His emerald eyes shot open, and his mouth parted slightly, fully intending to shoot an acidic response back at whoever it was that dared to bother him. However, a few things took him by surprise; first, a calm woman's voice reached his ears, which stayed his tongue for a few moments. Then, however, a combination of scent and sight allowed Vince to realize that this woman was familiar to him some how, though it would take him a moment more to realize just exactly who it was.
"I'm surprised to find myself in this place. These people piss me off, and the food is even worse than the company. I should have been allowed to end my life in happ--" The man's words were cut off, listening to the female's tones and her claims of the mockery of a warrior. It was true; Vince had not enjoyed the man's perversion of the normal warrior codes, but he had never called the man a mockery, though Vince fully understood now that's what he was.
Just as he was about to respond with more acid to the woman's second line, realization hit him. "You... You're.. Claire, right? My second round opponent in the Dark Tournament... Why would you ever come to see me, regardless of my condition? Have I somehow angered your god, like I've angered the rest?" The accusation wasn't baseless; More than one god was angry with the dragon at this point, and most importantly, his own goddess had already shown her anger by punishing Vince's innate use of magic. It wasn't coming to him clearly at all, and even the most basic of spells cost him dearly.
Still, Vince could not comprehend why Claire would possibly be here at his bed-side, talking to him as if they were lovers. Although Vince was slightly agitated as he waited to figure out what she wanted, he would not push her away. Companionship was becoming scarce, and Vince could do nothing to find himself any of it anymore. So he willingly took her company as a good omen; for now.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 2:53 pm
Claire tried to stifle a chuckle at his response, but her her smile only widened. She could understand, or at least she thought she could, as to why he might feel such a way. Anybody with his luck would probably have the same cynical outlook on the world. At least he recognized who she was which would make answering his questions a bit easier than otherwise.
"You do not have to worry, Diagoule nor I hold any grudge against you."
She paused for a moment to look him in the eyes, her expression the most sincere it possibly could. She had no malicious intentions, and she held no ill-will for the man. She could only hope that he would believe that. She had learned that many fighters outside of her realm were often fueled by revenge, and so Vince's concern was quite logical.
"It was too late for me to enter the tournament myself, but I made sure that I would be here to watch the competition. Ever since our contest was ended prematurely I had been searching for you to request a proper conclusion to our bout. But I do not feel that now would be the appropriate time to challenge you."
She paused to take a shallow breath,
"In fact, I'm here now to ask you if there is anything I can do to help with your recovery."
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 8:08 pm
It was certainly a relief when she admitted that neither she nor her god held anything against the dragon, and that relief was shown with a deep sigh. A second passed, then, and Vince read her face to the best of his ability, even with his confused mind, he had no choice but to try. It was definitely the same Claire from before, the same one that he had fought in the Dark Tournament's second round. She had scored a number on Vince, that was for sure, and if it wasn't for the runic tattoo on Vince's arm which looked right now like just that, a tattoo, then those scar's would have marred his face to this day.
Pushing the memories from his head, memories which were hard to remember anyway, Vince turned his thoughts to something more modern. He listened to her words carefully, his eyes watching her face and actions carefully, and when she finished talking, Vince simply smiled and nodded his head in agreement to getting another fight in with the female. Then, he thought hard on her final offer, a grin lighting up upon his facial features.
"If you can get me out of this bed and allow me to take you to dinner, that might help. Being stuck in here with these healers and everything is... really not helping my mood. Not to mention, if you've got time to see me here, than perhaps you'd allow me to take a beautiful woman such as yourself to a fancy restaurant and not a sterilized room." The dragon chuckled, definitely amused by his own actions. The offer was more-so to get his mind off of the pain and disappointment of the first round. Perhaps an enjoyable dinner would help his recovery.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 8:26 pm
It was a charming request and Claire felt flattered by his compliments, but she knew better than to take Vince away from his caregivers. She could empathize with his feelings being a free bird herself. Confined to a small space when you were ready to go out into the world and live, that was the context which allowed her to have met this fine warrior. But her conscience would not allow her to give the dragon what he wanted. She tucked her chin in closer to her body, her eyes drifting off to the side. It was difficult for her to look somebody in the face while telling them that it was in their best interest for them to stay put. She had been told that before, and she was not proud of the feelings she had when that did happen.
"I am afraid that I will have to decline your invitation. It is in your best interest to remain in the care of the staff here until you have recovered."
Claire felt a bit uneasy telling Vince that. Not only because she hated being told that herself, but because it would have been nice to have time to learn about this man. She thought he was interesting, and just because she viewed him as something of a rival, it did not mean she didn't seek his friendship. That was probably why Claire started up again quickly as the thought suddenly popped into her mind,
"But...After you have recovered from your wounds I would be honored join you for dinner so long we have the chance to conclude prior engagement."
Her eyes moved back up to his face and she smiled. She hoped he'd at least return the smile and find a bit of happiness out of that, even if he may be disappointed that she had to reject his offer.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:55 pm
"Well damn." Was Vince's only response to her denial of his request. Of course he couldn't be mad, because Vince had no doubt that her concerns were for Vince's best interest, and so, he nodded, a small smile taking over where the smirk had once been. His eyes looked at her, taking in once again her reaction from before, a bit confused about why she looked away when she told him. Perhaps she felt bad for denying his request? At any rate, Vince did understand, and he held no hard feelings.
"I would much enjoy that, surely. Though, I must ask? What if that dinner makes me take a liking to you, and I don't want to duke it out? Would that be so unforgiving?" The dragon winked, his emerald eyes waiting for a reaction out of Claire. He was definitely amused, and would most likely end up giving the woman what she pleased, but only if she did indeed have dinner with him first.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 6:35 pm
Medics rush in the body of a young male who appears to be a dark elf, with a large trident still under his ribs, and no pulse. The medics didn't try to defibrillate the patient because his injuries are so grave that massive blood loss would be certain.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 1:17 pm
Hakujou was here.
Sedated heavily by drugs/magixz.
Or something.
I'd imagine somebody would clean up the body eventually? also I imagine that the damage he was still suffering from would force him to be numbed to some degree if he wished to retain any form of consciouness.
at any rate; Cool story bro...
This is where Haku would be until judging more then likely. In all likelihood he probably wasn't gona be able to walk for a while. Even the Macho Man Randy Savage woulda had trouble with this kinda pain. Hell- Chuck Norris would be curing cancer right now, cuh he'd be crying. Haku would just lay there. Not even rightfully in his mind despite the fact that he was by all means conscious. Over all he didn't even re-call what had happened to him after the curse seal opened.
Just woke up with 'damaged goods', and a head ache that could split the earth.
Poor fella.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 2:41 pm
notmuch_23 Medics rush in the body of a young male who appears to be a dark elf, with a large trident still under his ribs, and no pulse. The medics didn't try to defibrillate the patient because his injuries are so grave that massive blood loss would be certain. A doctor was standing out in the hallway. He appeared in his 40s. Still a bit good looking, but had age slowing creeping onto his face. Regardless, he held a cup of coffee in his right hand, sipping at it away. He was standing next to a nurse as they watched a fighter struck down in the tournament rolled by them into the emergency room. Interestingly enough, the doctor didn't display any sort of urgency. He was so casual that he just rose his cup and gave a good drink from it.
"These people have a death wish," he said to the woman nurse, who clinged to a clipboard as she watched with the same lack of emotion. "If we didn't have the power of white magic, maybe I would care more about their lives."The dark elf was in critical condition, but, just like a previous fighter before him, fixing him wasn't a hard task. It was just going to take a good thirty minutes to stabilize him and return him to a fair recovery state. The doctors went to work, removing the weapon from his side, followed by bandaging his wounds quickly as white magic flowed over his body, orchestrated by a team of four medics. As for the doctor outside the room...he continued to sip at his cup.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 5:56 pm
((well, I thought I couldn't delete my accidental copypost, but I guess I did... confused I'll post the tl;dr version))
This "dark elf", Thurgood Singlance, actually isn't. Has the blue skin and pointy ears, but that's it. Worse, white magic won't work on him: black magic and magical attacks do (but of course), but white magic doesn't heal him anymore. This patient will have to be treated the old fashioned way, and they'd better hurry: Thurgood's brain is dying. And then his parents come in...
"Is our son in here"
"How is he doing?"
((for references to the parents, see the third post of "Round One: Vrael vs. The Dark Elf Guy))
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