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Feeling ignored, Razen gestures swiftly to no one in particular:

Razen: Fine. I guess I'll have to take care of myself.

Rifling through the medicine cabinets, he finds some bandages and anti-burn salves. He liberally applies the salves to his hands, then wraps them with bandages and puts his gloves on over the bandages. He flexes his hands experimentally, and nods in satisfaction when there is no pain from the blisters that cover his hands. He then exits the infirmary, making as much sound as a light wind through grass.

[unstrike]Rynn hobbled into the infirmary and crashed onto a bed, looking very exhausted. After all, he had just lost a foot. Still, the ice that he had used to numb it and provide a surface to walk on was now beginning to melt and let the blood flow again as well as the pain, et cetera.

Several grunts and loud noises of pain came from the room Rynn was in.

Suddenly, Rynn's foot regrew- illogically, seemingly without reason, and certainly without an explanation.

(( stare Sorry for the crazy, but I want my own damn foot back. No machinery or plastics or whatnot.))

Rynn would then leave the infirmary calmly and begin fine-tuning his skills.
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Temp-nixx due to fight continuation

Time.

All consuming, all devouring, always changing, making, unmaking, bringing men to great acheivements so they may be torn down once more.

The ticking clock counted your days away and devoured your breaths as they remained, one, by one, by one, by one, by one...

Four days. Four times had he missed the sun as it passed over.

Eyes like the sky blinked, empty of that light of sun.

Around him, the ward was dim, but not dark. Somewhere distant, that he could only scarcely make out in a partial haze, doctors, people, forms moved. Where...?

Why...?

He shut his eyes, letting a haziness consume him a short while longer before he made those eyes open again.

Where?

Sitting, he waited for the world to come clear, clenching his teeth and focusing when his mind refused to resolve on it's own.

He was nude beneath bed sheets, and tied down firmly at his wrists, ankles, and waist. He ignored the IV running into his arm. He was in a hospital.

Why?

He settled with this slowly, wrapping his mind around the idea and slowly letting that bizarre experience come back to him in fragments. He tried his voice. "Doh-" Hoarse. The soft tone seemed hushed and scratchy, and just producing the sound hurt. He was being nourished by the tubes into his blood of course, but it didn't change how thirsty he felt with that dry throat. "Doh-chk-tor-!" he choked the word out loudly, and settled back to wait in partial patience for the nurse to come running. "Ow-ta..." he rasped, clenching an arm against the restraints. "Let... me si-teh up..." he croaked miserably, voice harsh as death and grating his own ears with its terrible echo. His skin was sore as well, but he'd felt injuries worth and ignored them. Which was probably not good for him, but all the same. That creaking voice, though, it reminded him how very much in the grave he already was.

She undid the straps after consulting a doctor, and let him up slowly. The first action, naturally, was to wobble woozily as he sat up too quickly, rubbing his wrists where the bands had been. "Aahhhh..." he closed his eyes and let himself adjust slowly again, feeling out his body. It was okay. Tired, sore, horribly weak and near deviod of those energies he relied on, all devoted to recovery, but it was in one peice.

He looked at the hands he was rubbing, staring for a long moment. "W-where-!?" he burst out looking around. The nurse seemed startled by the grating sound in outburst. "My coat-eh... where is my coat..." she shook her head. "BRING IT HERE!" he shouted, rubbing his sore throat. She ran from the room to retrieve his posessions, while a doctor came in to chastise him about various things, all of which he completely ignored.

Finally, the nurse came back with the coat. He didn't put it on, or fiddle with anything else, but went straight for the inside pocket of the badly roughed garment, and let it drop to the floor.
Rivven carefully took the golden ring with inlaid diamond and slid it down over one finger, and lay back to sit and rest in peace until he felt ready for such a bout of excertion again.

The sculpted form of Jonas, the most peculiar Vexic, had not been confined to the infirmary for the purpose of healing himself, but for the betterment of others. In a realm with an unlimited pantheon he was representing his beliefs to those that entered on the threshhold of death, giving his own breed of hope. His frame had quickly reassembled itself after he regained consciousness, but the fleshy exterior and brain took two long days of effort to rebuild to the point where he could sustain it without the major organs that it would still require to live on around his frame. With one arm shorter than the other by a few inches, a misshapen jaw from inability to find all his pieces, and a face that simply did not have a place for a second eye he was a sight to be sure.

The cracked left eye was still sealed away within a cage of metal, and now flesh. At a glance it looked as if someone had merely erased half of his face whilst it was being carved. As opposed to being bitter, emo, or sadistic he was actually rather normal when he conversed with patients and helped to ease away their pain. Not only was it fortunate for the patients that they did not need drugs to block out the pain, but Jonas was afforded the building blocks by which he could repair his eyes and become whole once more.

It was here that Jonas would be found, sitting beside a spectator that had filtered in from a fight in which the stadium had collapsed in the entrance of a rather large beast. It was a welcome distraction from those streaming in complaining of explosive diarrhea, another unfortunate side effect of one of the current matches, apparently. Blood covered the hands of our perfect being as he removed shards of bone, carrying on small-talk with the conscious patient who was rather distracted watching Jonas remove the lower half of his leg so it could then be properly regenerated.

Genkai would be sitting there to the left of his bed, her arms folded as she looks forward and away from her former pupil, but he could be still seen as a student after her having to give him a few rude awakenings out there. She was one person that wasn't happy with what happen today. To her, the match wasn't her concern. It was the thought of Yusuke's opponent using the spectators as his weapons that stirred her conscious.

"It's not your fault, Yusuke. However, you're going to have to endure more than this if you're going to ever think about progressing through this tournament. I was skeptical at first about you even joining this event. This place was just filled with high powered people in every square inch. I somehow thought you wouldn't even make it this far, despite your power and experience. But you surprise me in many ways, so at least that's one thing to look forward to: your unpredictability."

She then turns her head toward him. "However, it seems like you still need a bit more training now. At first, I didn't think you will have to ever face people this powerful and so specialized in advanced fields like these fighters, but it looks like I have no choice but to now teach you the even more expert techniques of the psychics, abilities that are considered nearly incapable of usage by the inexperienced. But who knows: you might just be able to wield the power of the high tiered beings in this world."

"Huh?" THE HELL?!

Yusuke suddenly sits up, his eyes shot out wide as he found himself staring at what appeared to be the guy he thought, yes thought, he killed! The spirit detective leaps out of bed onto his feet, already showing himself ready to take this guy down again.

"You just keep coming back, do you," Yusuke would say, his hands balled into fists as the room takes on a vibrant display of energy from him, preparing himself to vigilantly take down this guy. They were in a hospital after all. Lots of people. That was bad for this situation.

"If you want to settle the score, then come on, I'm ready!"

With a dismissive wave of his hand he seemed to ignore the hostilities, "You need to learn that not everyone holds a grudge." He did not enter the room, but leaned against the doorframe as he continued, "I'm not going to say that I'm happy about losing, and I'm not going to tell you that you did me any service for defeating me, cause you didn't." He gestured to the surroundings, "This place is full of those dying and in pain, and hardly any of them asked to be put here. What I did was simply more direct and saved many others from this fate. A handful of innocent bystanders killed is preferable to every last one maimed or soured on such sporting events. Besides, with as wretched as this world can be, those that died can only have moved onto a better life."

A smile grew over his lips as he closed his single eye, "I'm not here to kill you, Yusuke. You won and gave me a little fun along the way. I should certainly want to kill you for nearly destroying me, but such risks are those that we take in this business." He half-opened his eye and glanced to Yusuke again, "There are more than likely a few more patients that can benefit from my services. I request that you pay me a visit at my dorm room tomorrow. Until then I ask that you consider the fact that pain forces us to strive harder, pushes us beyond our normal limits. Without pain I would be but a simple physician in a backwater town in the middle of nowhere. I may cause massive amounts of pain, but today already I have healed a man's shattered leg, removed the memory of trauma in a young woman's life, and quelled the suffering of many more. I'm no more of a monster when I have to be than anyone else, but I'm just a man." He would slowly retreat to find others whom could benefit from his expertise unless Yusuke stopped him.

((And then you can skip forward to tomorrow and post in the Dorms thread if you like, unless you wanted to interupt him. ^_^))