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 Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 1:40 pm
Pahana post 11Pahana's eyes drifted away from the spot she had been staring at and lingered upon Peyla, her expression growing more curious. A sprite...? What was a sprite doing here? Did it belong to someone helping the force? She blinked and reached a hand out slowly to pat Peyla on the head. "Heeeey there..." She said. "Are you lost out here, too?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 1:48 pm
Viveka post 12Viveka paused at Finnley's question, his skin crawling at sound of it. He gazed over to the man that Natsu was tending to, pondering just how to respond, and sighed. "Not sure, but we'll have to try to save him, won't we?" He replied, hurrying back to Natsu's side. "Here's the healing liquid you asked for!" Natsu post 12Natsu turned his gaze to Viveka and grabbed the vials from his hands, tearing each cap off with a feverish force. He hesitated for a moment before applying the liquid to the man's wounds because he was unsure of just how much he needed to apply, but assumed that the more you used the better. Once he had used the vials, he turned to Finnley and beckoned her over. "Bring me one of those towels, please!" He called. "I need to cover his wounds until we can find some bandages!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 2:01 pm
Samoset post 12Samoset forced his eyes away from the chaos across the way and looked to Zahra as she addressed them. Hm... Go inside with the others or stay out here and wait to see if anyone he knew had fallen? He rocked on his feet slightly, made a popping noise with his mouth, and looked to Kennet. "You wanna go sit inside the tent with me?" He asked, giving his brother a concerned look. "...Or do you want to be the one to look out for daddy?" Kennet post 12Kennet sat up to look at Zahra, before turning his gaze to Samoset. He drew his knees up to his chest, studied the battlefield, and sighed. Looking out for daddy sounded good, but at the same time, did he really want to know if his dad came back hurt? He shut his eyes tight, forced himself to stand, and wandered to his brother's side. "I'll come with you." He replied, nodding. "Daddy wanted us to be inside and safe, anyway, not out here."
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 2:28 pm
[Nuawahn -> Moving from battle to pokemon center I mean not battle thread!]
Nuawahn drifted in and out of semiconciousness. For a moment, he was aware of being dragged, of rough ground and soft leaves brushing his skin.
Then nothing.
He was aware of wetness at his sleeve, and a familiar, warm, heavy breathing. Amma... he thought.
Then nothing.
He became aware of pain. He was in pain. It all blurred together, though, into a mass that he floated in, like a cloud.
Then nothing.
Voices, the sensation of being lifted. His arm blossomed into sharper, clearer pain, and he retreated...
Back to the nothing.
Pain again, his stomach this time, then coolness like water flowing over skin.
And then, again, nothing...
La'amu had dragged the boy all the way back. It had been rough going, without hands, but the loyal capramel had done so anyway. She'd dragged him until someone picked him up and carried him, and then she followed him all the way to the tent and refused to leave, staring at her boy with inscrutiable capramel eyes...
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 2:48 pm
Scarlett Arbuckle Go attend to the wind boy who is definitey Nuawahn [Biroki] He hadn't seen Zuri here yet. That thought gave him some hope. If she was still out there, they all had hope.
Of course, if she was still out there, then whatever horrible beast was out there with her could still hurt her.
Biroki decided not to think about that. He kept taking charge, going over each patient first before handing them off to his prentices... or to the undertakers. He did that personally - best to leave the dead to his own hands, not to the young ones.
He'd handed off one patient, cured another, and handed a third off to the grave-runners, when a third patient came in. It broke his heart to see a youth - younger, perhaps, than some of the people working with him - coming in with battlefield injuries.
It was a young boy - wind tribe - and Biroki could see the simple beads of a healer around his wrist. He checked the boy, scanning with his magic, and smiled, a little tired and a little sad. This one would live. The boy probably had a concussion, likely had a broken arm, and definitely had internal injuries. Biroki was able to treat the internal stuff easily, though, healing up the bruising and bleeding that couldn't be seen with his magic and nudging the bones in the boy's arm to mend a little faster.
"Uquin?" he said, turning to the boy, "Take over this one for me. He needs his arm wrapped and splinted, and when he comes to, needs to be checked for concussion. He should be fine, mostly..." he looked down in surprise at an indignant huff.
"... And maybe bring his pet some water." he said, giving the Capramel a cautious pet on the head before he moved on to... Serin and stars... the next patient. He knew there would be many more, but...
No...
he couldn't tire now.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 8:13 pm
Shukri post 4
Shukri's hands trembled as he tried to hold a pad of paper still and write on it. His words were legible but it was clear the person writing was having a hard time. He had to be swift but careful, these were after all a person's last words and requests. This was his job and he was taking it seriously, his work could not save lives or limbs but it could make sure that there was a record of the loves lost and their finals thoughts and wishes.
No healer Shukri had been assigned to an area filled with those already dead or dying. For the dead people did their best to figure out who they were and where they were from, before removing any jewelry or weapons that seemed like the sort of thing a family would want back. They kept records so that families could claim these items or they could simply be returned when the fighting was all over. Bodies were unlikely to make it back to homelands but part of loved ones might yet return.
Shukri however was to work with those still conscious who knew they were dying, of poison, deep wounds, internal bleeding and the like. He took down their final messages to their families, words of love, apologies and confessions. In addition he made sure to catalog what their possessions looked like and who they were to go to.
It was strange, how open people were in their final moments, how unafraid they were to share secrets with a stranger, so long as it meant their families found closure. Shukri wasn't sure how to feel about it and so he mostly remained silent. Nodding occasionally and offering a promise when requested that he personally would deliver a letter or item when this was all done. He hadn't asked for this trust or this extra burden when he had volunteered for this job but he was not so selfish as to say no to requests like these.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 3:04 am
Uquin Post 11Once the Alkidike returned to the battle, Uquin moved on to work on the people who were being carried in. Both because there was an accomplished healer here catching the worse off patients, or because those in grave condition were being dealt with outside of the tent, not having the time to be carried inside, Uquin hadn't had the misfortune to see the dead face to face yet - although he could hear cries of misery from outside, and noticed Biroki's occasional look. Every now and again, as the flap of the tent opened and someone limped inside, needing to have a wound sewn closed, or bandaged, Uquin would spot people outside - carrying what looked to be bodies.
But he couldn't spare a thought for them, not now, not when he had so many broken bones to splint, and wounds to close. Uquin was glad to be able to help somehow - him dealing with the easily dealt with wounds meant people like Biroki could use their magic on more important wounds. Uquin had just finished sewing closed a gash in a man's thigh when Biroki called his name. Washing the blood from his hands into a small basin of water, Uquin came to his (for the moment) master's call, listening to his instructions with a nod.
Up until now everyone he dealt with had been older looking - someone he could detach himself from. But when Uquin finally looked at this patient he paused, feeling something inside him twist. This guy looked to be around his age - although his face was more round, making him appear younger even. Apparently it had softened Biroki as well, because the boy's pet capramel was inside the tent - he had been so intent on his previous patient that he hadn't even noticed it come in.
At a bit of a loss for a moment, Uquin got the water for the creature and set it where the creature could drink, nodding his head to the animal respectfully, before turning to his owner, his brow furrowed determinedly. He seemed pale - although color was returning to him with every breath, a clear sign that Biroki had healed what could have been a nasty wound inside. Wrapping up his arm was simple, compared to the Alkidike from before - the splint placed and wrapped firmly before he even stirred.
The concussion would have to wait until he woke though. Though he remained close to the wind boy, Uquin looked up towards Biroki and noticed his sudden pause, deciding to smile brightly at the man. "It looks like it's calmed down a bit - you should take a breather, sir." He suggested softly. Of course, if things calmed here that could mean one of two things - either there weren't as many wounded, or... they were so heavily wounded they weren't getting to the tent in the first place. But Biroki looked almost faint, and even if he exhausted his magic if he wasn't awake to lead then Uquin felt he would lose what gumption he'd somehow achieved through all this.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 7:30 am
Antiope moved from tent to tent, checking briefly on those healing before returning to her own tent in the center and continuing to work on the steady influx of wounded.
Before she could get to work on the first person back to her tent, there was a massive outpouring of injured being brought back unconscious. "What is going on out there?"
She pulled one of the Alkidike carrying the injured into her tent and drilled her on the specifics. What was going on out there - how were the people of Tendaji doing - was there any hope for them still - the questions went on and on before Antiope finally let the woman leave.
She left her healing tent armed with information and stood on a stack of crates, hoping to reach the ears of those who were still working. "Everyone - take a quick break. We need to huddle." It was time to have a talk about what the probably future of the day would be.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 8:19 am
Sathe (Post 15)
Sathe rubbed her hands together, readying herself to push the bones back into place. How much worse could this girl get right? She needed to do everything she could to get her feeling better, even if that meant doing something she had only seen once... and on an arm. These were ribs. How was she supposed to set ribs? She gave the woman one more dose for the pain and wrapped her chest in bandages as tight as she thought was acceptable to stabilize the bones. The girl still moaned out in her stupor and Sathe still had to get her hip back in place.
She grabbed a hold of her leg and called out for someone else to help. This would be hard work and far too painful for the medicine she had given the girl to handle. The two of them gave a hard sharp tug and the unconscious girl screamed out in pain. Sathe winced at the sound and let the girl's leg drop slowly back onto the bed.
Antiope was already calling for everyone to gather and with a quick once over, Sathe decided that she had done about as much as she could do for the girl and gave her another dose of medicine before leaving her to join the huddle forming at the bottom of the crates Antiope was standing on.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 10:42 am
Takoda Post 6 A shifter's body was rushed to the healing tents, long white hair was plastered with blood, some his and some from others. He suffered from numerous wounds all across his body and one had to wonder what exactly they had been fighting. After all none of the wounds looked as if they were from weapons, in fact the ragged edges of some of the cuts looked as if he had fallen down a rock face rather than go into a war. He was still alive, although his breathing shallow and unconscious as someone rushed his fallen body to the healing tents. There was some urgency as he was still bleeding out, his dark skin looking ashen as if he had perhaps lost too much blood getting here. Sin'qua Post 7 It was perhaps a good thing that Sin'qua could steel her emotions and not things like blood, and wounds bother her. Though some of the people brought to them could make her stomach turn. Still she clenched her teeth and forced her way through this. Part of her wonder why they were here. They were an entertainment troupe, and she had not signed up for being involved in a war. Perhaps it was a selfish idea, one that crossed her mind frequently as people were brought to them near death or beyond what they could do for them. The body count was astounding, and it felt like they were losing. At least ...that's how it felt anyway. More bodies. More blood. More death. It repeated itself over and over until a shifters body was suddenly rushed into their care. Ignoring the fact that they had a system going it made Sin'qua want to snap at the people who dropped the body off, but it was too late the body was here now...best to heal him right? "...He...doesn't look like a warrior..." Sin'qua noted instantly, his body was far too thin and lean to belong to a warrior, a satchel hanging by mere threads was attached to his body and she went to remove it quickly so that Makani didn't have to worry about getting tangled up in it. As she placed the satchel down she noted that it only contained one thing. A book. Recognizing the cover which she had seen monks wield she looked sharply back to the shifter. "He's a healer. What in blazes was he doing out in the battlefield!?" She whispered sharply, "Makani if you can get him healed up perhaps he can help us out. " She laid a hand on his arm before looking back to the unconscious shifter before them. Borra Post 7 Borra felt sick to his stomach. Once the bodies of people started pouring in he felt his optimism take a dive. Though he had no idea how the war was fairing he was beginning to feel light headed and found that he had to look away as bodies were brought to Makani and his sister. Feeling his skin prickle from how uncomfortable he was feeling, he was trying to ignore how disturbed he was. Somehow he had thought he would be okay, he had treated wounds before..but a scrap on the knee or a small cut was nothing compared to the bodies that were coming in. Trying to not worry the others he was only able to give a half hearted smile to his comrades before thankful there was a distraction. The woman named Antiope was speaking, though another body had just been rushed into their care. This shifter male looked as if he had been in the thick of the fighting and he had to look away quickly his face going pale. Licking his lips he felt his stomach clench. Was he going to throw up? Trying to take deep breaths he attempted to calm himself down and pay attention to what Antiope had to say.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 10:54 am
Finnely: post 12 Finnley nodded quickly to Viveka. She would try to save him! She rushed over to Natsu when he asked for the towels. "Here here." She said hurriedly and surprisingly without stutters. Bandages, Natsu needed bandages. Finn rushed around the tent looking for some...but...there weren't any in here! "I'm going to go find some bandages!" She said before rushing out, she didn't get far, though, as Antiope tried to call everyone to her for a huddle. She popped back in the tent, "Antiope said to take a quick break, I think she needs to tell us something..." Finn hoped it wasn't bad news...
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 10:54 am
Chandra Post 11 Chandra felt his body quiver, was he going to cry? In front of all these other kids? In front of his brother? He knew if he cried his brother would always think he was weak. Perhaps it was a good think Grandmother wrapped her arms around them, it gave him a chance to try and compose his thoughts though feeling her warm secure arms also made the damn break. Tears rolled down his eyes as they were brought inside. Away from the wounded and the bodies flooding in. It was too much for a young boy like himself. He didn't want to see the bodies, what if mama, papa or anyone in their family was in the body count? Turning he wrapped his arm around his grandmothers leg, sobbing as he didn't want the others to see him crying and he was desperately trying to stop the tears. Even as a woman's voice called for everyone's attention he still buried his face into her leg. He didn't care what she said. He just wanted his mother and father back.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 1:34 pm
Ikuri frowned slightly. So no one knew where her sister was, and the suggestion that she was helping adults seemed very unlikely to Ikuri. Ikkio didn't really help anyone unless there was something for her to gain from it. Still she was Ikuri's twin, and Ikuri really should go after here... But there were so many dead and hurt people, though no sign of her mother, and she didn't want to be walking around. Plus this woman seemed good. Plus she rather be with others her age than wandering around. "I think I'll come with you guys too..." she said as she moved towards Kennet and Samoset. She looked around before she followed. She was sure Ikkio would be safe, but at the same time it would be nice to hold her twins hand at that moment.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 1:37 pm
Niadra
She was just so at loss. She had expected some of this, but not for it to be this bad. And where was Senja? She had been with her best friend turned sister earlier, but than some how she had lost her.
She was doing her best, more so cleaning wounds and talking to those injured to give them hope than doing any actual healing, when Antiope called for all of them. She touched the hand of the man who she had been talking to and reassured him once again that he was fine, and that she would be right back, before heading towards the healer. Hopefully the woman would have good news.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 2:52 pm
Winta - Post TwoLocation: Inside of Weapons tent
With: MellaThe bow was only quarter done when Mella came into the tent to check for supplies. Winta was pretty sure it was obvious that there were no herbs stored in here not only because the inside was filled with weapons but just outside the tent some weapons were propped up against it. Just in case someone was in a super hurry and didn't have time to come in to find the perfect fit in weaponry. Then Winta realized that the girl was wanting to know where that tent was where the healers kept their supplies. Her green-blue eyes looked from the girl to the bow, then back to the girl. She couldn't believe she was going to say this let alone do it. "Here, I'll show you."
Before Winta got up from where she sat she put away the tools she had been using back into her kit and tied it to her hips. Then she rose, placed the unfinished bow off to the side and headed over towards the girl. Now she could see that the girl looked a little ill. That was a bit of an understatement seeing as how the strain on the girls face over whatever had caused her to be ill was unmistakable. Then Winta could hear that things had gotten louder in the camp. Winta lifted the flap to the tent and her eyes widened in surprise at the sheer number of people in the camp and. . . Oh gods, was that one missing her hand? "Wow." Was all she could say as she closed the flap and took a minute to let the sight soak in. "Its gotten a little chaotic out there, huh?" She mumbled to the girl.
"Well." With a shrug of her shoulders she placed her hands on her hips and squared herself off to the girl. "You ready to go out there and look?"
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