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Aya was worried about Hayato and knelt with him as he coughed and looked really sick, she wanted to be able to help him, but she didn't really know enough about what was happening, she could try healing him, but her skills in that field were mainly for repairing damage to a person body. Aya turned her head to look at the girl who was speaking up, and smiled a little as she said she maybe able to help Hayato feel better, as she was a medical ninja. "Please help him, Oasis". Aya asked pleading a little as she held Hayato a little an looking at the girl who had come over to them.

"What d'you mean, 'Identification'?!" Musica exclaimed, his voice exasperated. He was tired and his back was throbbing a beat that resembled a pulse. Since the fight, that beat had traveled up his spine and straight to his favourite brain. All Musica wanted to do was get back into the VIP room and eat and drink and be merry. Not sit here, arguing with a couple of rent-a-cops with compensation problems. Musica gave the two men his best glare, which looked more like a blank stare. "You know who I am, you saw me come in earlier." Rent-a-cop One smirked down at the young man, obviously enjoying the ninja's discomfort. "Those 're the rules, mate." He said in a rather obnoxious accent. Northerners. Musica mentally groaned as the man spoke. "No eye-dee, no entry." A rather large huff escaped Musica's lips as he rummaged through his pants, too tired to argue with Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum here. In a moment he produced the little black card from earlier and held it before him in between his curled down index finger and upright middle finger. It's the small victories. The black, wooden door slowly opened in ward, like last time, and the shinobi casually strode into it. Only when the door shut silently, did the young man turn around. Musica stuck his tongue out at the door, waving his open hands by his head, his thumbs in his ears. This gained him some looks that the young man rightly ignored as he faced the room again.

This place cleans up fast. He thought as he made mental note that the room was entirely clean. The rugs were spotless, food was back on the table, and the window had been repaired. Hell, even everyone's clothes were back to normal. Musica was silently impressed as he loaded his plate with as much food as it could carry. The young man scanned the room as he stuffed his face with food, his cheeks puffing like a chipmunk. Everything looked normal. Except for one boy. Musica watched this young boy (who wore a Mist Village head band, much like the one Musica kept in his pocket) stood ramrod straight, looking at every single person in the room. It was only for a moment, and the same boy immediately stopped and walked over to the monitors. His movements were a little rigid and a little too quick, giving Musica the impression that he was trying to not be noticed. You're doing it wrong, He thought, his eyes following the Mist Ninja, the red head shoving a last bite of sandwhich into his mouth. Slowly Musica made his way over to the young man and jabbed his finger into his right shoulder. "Hello~" The young man said cheerfully, his lips spread into a wide smile. "Are you enjoying the Exams? My name's Musica, by the way." The ninja switched his plate to his left hand so he could hold out his right to shake. "Musica Knote, at your service."

Musica opened his mouth to respond, and then quickly pretended to coughed into his right arm. "Sorry about that." He wheezed and rubbed the back of his head. "Chicken bone." That's right. I'm not supposed to be here, Musica thought as he took a quick sip of his drink, to dislodge the 'bone' from his throat. Can't let him know where I'm from. Especially if he's from Mist as well. The young man let out a quick sigh of relief as he finished drinking, giving Seita a big smile. "No, I'm not, sadly. I wish I was. The villages around here are amazing!" Musica answered, his headband feeling as if it weighed a ton in his pocket. Dammit, conscious. Stop tugging at my thoughts! "No, I'm from a small country to the far south. So far south it might as well be north." Musica closed his eyes, his face becoming a mask of embarrassment. "You've probably never heard of it." Musica quickly shoved a sandwich into his mouth in an attempt to avoid further questions, noticing that Seita was casting casual glances at his food. Musica quickly grabbed a plate of food from another visitor who happened to be walking by. "Yoink!" The red head thrust the plate at the Mist ninja, and met the woman's glare by sticking his tongue out at her. She walked away, obviously not mature enough to deal with someone like Musica. "Some people," he muttered, turning back to Seita. "I agree with you. The people in these exams are amazing. They're pretty-" The recent fight between Ichimaru, Notwen, and himself rapidly flashed through his mind, making Musica pause, as if in thought. He felt momentarily sick, remembering the stench. "-powerful."

Musica quickly stepped around Seita to watch the fights on the monitors. At the moment, only three screens were operational. Only six fighters? Already? he thought, his eyes moving from one screen to the next. His eyes stopped their journey on the last monitor, catching sight of the young man's partner, Saikoro. Musica's face fell from shock, the corner of his mouth twitching. Is he. . . .drunk?

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on a side note i completely wrote an amazing rp yesterday on how the boyfriend of the girls food you took started to attack me and i did a mini scene of the entire interaction.. but my computer effed up and deleted it.. so.. sorry the epicness will be shortened and explained in the following post.

Seita laughed at the fact that Musica choked on the food he was now stuffing in his mouth. Im just getting here but so far the fights look potentialed epic. He looked back at Musica and began thinking about the delayed answer to his question and started to move the conversation along " Well I haven’t been many places but I’m sure i might know about it." Strange to have a person with this type of chakra not belonging to a Main country.. He grabbed the plate from Musica and began to eat . " Ur a ninja still right?" He ate a piece of his fried Oreo. "I mean, sorry to interview on the spot. Your chakra level is just... abnormal for a normal person. Also by the way you grabbed the food from that lady over their i can tell you’ve trained in precision and execution. Nomatter how small the task, it was almost flawless." He looked up and made a fake laugh "Unless your a thief of some kind ha ha!" The question had some truth but Seita was the type to ask questions when he needed to know something. Although Musica seemed like a cool dude he still needed to make sure a "negative" intent wasn’t stirring up around him.

Oasis held a hand up "One more time, Oasis doesn't want to use up your med-kit. Oasis will try one more time to do it right. It felt very close." she states as she shook her hands out and closed her eyes centering her focus in again. The markings on her body started to shimmer ever so slightly. She opened her eyes and took in a deep breath before putting her hands out again on Hayato's back. "Okay, going to try again." Oasis states as she pushed lightly against his back, a pulse of chakra running through her body heating the palms of her hands up as she reached deep for a stronger healing attempt.
Oasis pulled back and shook her head lightly from side to side. She could feel quite easily that the attempt had failed, far worse than it had the fist time around. "Hmm... sorry, it seems alot harder to remove the poison... from someone else than from yourself." she states sighing lightly. She couldn't figure out what made it so hard to remove the poison from him.

(( int(2) + medicate +perks vs 800
320 + 165(Hand of Surgeon) + 20(First Aid Training) = 505 vs 800 == 21%
wow... and an even bigger fail. rng is an a** ))

"Aw, man. You went and got yourself messed up again. How many times do I gotta fix you?" Takera stated in a playfully aggitated tone. As Drake heard Takera say this next to him, he became obviously aware that he was now laying in a medical bed. Barely keeping his eyes open, he noticed that Takera was now standing next to the bed. Though he was able to have his eyes open, Drake was unable to say anything, as the battle had exhausted him of all his energy. "Hahaha. You look pretty sore, but something must've went your way. You seem almost proud." Takera commented before shrugging his shoulders and ripping the blankets off of Drake. "C'mere, studmuffin," Takera leaned down over Drake placing a knee on the bed and feeling his sides and arms forcibly. Drake instantly became alert, but couldn't react at all by the fact that he was pinned. "So.. wait.. you've got a headache? Really?" Takera commented in sarcasm and slight laughter as he put his palm to Drake's head and emitted a green glow. Drake then realised what Takera was trying to do. He was attempting to heal him of any injury he might have sustained from his battle with Hayato. Though Drake was grateful for the healing, he was not, however, one bit grateful by the fact that Takera was basically on top of him while doing this. Even as he felt the healing take affect, Drake tried to keep his mind somewhere very, very, very far away from this room. As in not thinking of this at all. After awhile, the healing stopped, and Drake started to feel much better than before, although he was still unable to speak or move at the moment. As soon as Takera got off him and left the room, did Drake finally fall asleep.

After what felt like an hour had passed, Drake awoke from sleeping. After sitting upright in the bed, he checked himself to make sure he had no pain. Finding and feeling none, Drake then got off the bed. Looking around, he found the rest of his clothes folded, and then put them on. Once he finished dressing, he noticed something on his hand. It was the metallic-like skin he gained after Harbinger had taken over him. Rolling up his sleeve, he saw that the "infection", if one word could describe it, had made its way up his arm. Like a long amount of metal veins were showing on his skin. Rolling back his sleeve even more, he saw that a bit was just reaching his shoulder. Worried what this might mean, he rolled his sleeve back down, then thought more about his situation. He had no idea what this could mean, as he had never read about it. Nothing about this made any sense to him. While he thought about it, he had also thought about his past. Then he knew what might tell him. His family history. Unfortunately, he had no idea where he might find a record of it, as he was a child when his family home had burned to the ground. At the moment, he could not do anything about it, and decided that he was going to have to explore that option sometime in the future. For now, Drake was going to just wait around to see how the exams were going to turn out. Grabbing all his stuff, and placing it in his pack, Drake left the hospital, thanking the doctors, then heading out to wait for any kind of announcement.

[Will count lines later]
[Kind of late, but a post is better then no post]

Oasis took a deep breath and shook her head "Sorry... Oasis may be trained as a medic... however Oasis hasn't ever had to use the skills on anyone before really." She states apologetically. "It just seems harder to remove from someone else. It's okay, Oasis isn't offended, poisons really aren't any fun especially for the victim." she states as she sat down on the ground and tried to figure out what she was doing wrong in this situation. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples in contemplation. She stopped moving suddenly as she dipped into a deep state of meditation. Slowly she opened her eyes an interesting look of resolve on her face. "Okay, if you don't mind... Oasis is going to try again, with a new idea." she states as she approached Hayato once again.
This time as she lifted her hands to place them on him the markings on her body suddenly lit up brightly, she paused pulling her hands back and instead retrieving a small bottle of water from a secret compartment, it was not special water just a bottle of plain drinking water. However she needed a medium, and water was her element. She popped the lid off of the bottle, and the water slithered out of its container like it was a snake. It formed into a sphere in the palm of her left hand and she then moved her hands just above Hayato. The water just barely coming in contact with him. In a matter of moments a dark substance started to leech into the sphere of water as it pulled the poison from his body. This time she knew well that it was working.

(( (int + int buffs)x2 + medicate +perks vs 800
(160 + 100(Spark of brilliance))x2 520 + 165(Hand of Surgeon) + 20(First Aid Training) = 705 vs 800 == 41%
success, finally))

Saikoro hummed softly to himself, his bright blue eyes glaring at anyone who even thought to approach him, as he made his way to the VIP Room. Every so often he would bring his bottle of liquor to his lips to drain its contents for a moment before pulling it away with a satisfied sigh. "Oi, Music Boy~" The man would call the moment he reached the room and opened the door, his voice loud enough for all to hear before grumbling slightly and making his way to the couch that faced the recently repaired windows of the VIP Room.