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Purple Tent

It wasn't much help to the healing process as Damien moved to look at the gunslinger that spoke up instead. "oh? So why is he-" And green eyes widened at the underlying message "o-oh. When.... and how Mot?" it was something he didn't expect, the idea of losing his own sense of hearing was just horrible, and Now the look on the dagger wielders face made more sense.

Roch's whining was a tempting reason to temporarily lose his hearing but after understanding Shun's plight, he thought better of it. "pants can wait, unless you want to wear a embarrassing medical gown." he said playfully to the reaper as he began to play a tune that traveled well from the green tent to his ears.

But it still pained him to know that there was one who couldn't hear it.

Green Tent

His attention seemingly captured by one of the spookies in his hand, West was less than prepared to be addressed. His head snapped up at Jericho's words, but he didn't otherwise lash out, he just glared and nodded. He always needed punchable items. Punchable dragons were even better.

Purple Tent

Malcolm turned to look at Riley, who seemed to not be doing... Anything, really. Perhaps she was here to comfort, and he could understand that, but the tent was getting crowded and there were still more students trailing in every minute... And she was the student council president.

He moved away to a tray at the side, getting two bottles of liquid medicine as well as a packet of ice and painkillers - which he had to use a needle for, injecting it into Barth by pushing the needle into a vein on his arm. The boil might be out like a light, but the painkillers would help to ease the pain from his wounds... And possibly make him a little loopy later.

He then quickly wet some clean bandages and laid them out across the burns on the demon, "Burns itch as they heal - do not scratch them. I'm going to leave these bandages on you for a few minutes to help the healing. I'll bandage you in a while. Now then..."

He turned to Calder and Christof, changing the needle for a new one. Calder had asked him to help Christof first, but...

"Christof, I do not have medicine to help you with but if you require stitching, I believe I saw Malodore helping out in the blue tent," He nodded, walking over to Calder as he continued to speak, "If you wish to do it yourself, there are the necessary equipment there too." By now, the needle had been emptied into Calder's bloodstream; once he was this close, it was hard to miss the burn on his... a**... How did that even get there?

Deciding against commenting on it, he repeated the process of wetting the bandages and placing them across the burns.

"Be back in 5 minutes," He gestured at the two bottles of medicine and at two separate spoons, set down on a tray beside Calder's cot, "One spoonful for Barth and Calder. The bottle is yours, so write your name down. I'll give further instructions later."

With that, he left the students to talk.

Purple Haze Tent

"Um.. I think it happened to him while I was blinded so.. I don't know how exactly." Mot explained, rubbing an arm nervously. He'd died as well, and when he managed to return to Space, Shun was like this.. And Mitsu was not speaking..

Roch's song aught Mot's attention, his eyes remaining on his feet as he sat on the cot. It was nice, sure... better than silence.
His eyes turned to Riyo and Hel, then to Mitsu and Shun.

Mot turned his head to Sammy. A phone.. he had received his on his way back..

Mot fished out his eyephone from his back pocket, and tossed it toward the ghoul. "Think fast."

Purple Tent

Calder was a good boil in that he took the shot with only a brief wince. Needles weren't really common where he came from, and he didn't like it cutting into his skin. Still, a doctor was a doctor and he was happy for all the help he could get. As he waited, Professor Malcolm then wetted some bandages and addressed the burns on his exposed flesh. When that was done, the professor gestured to the medicine and available bandages, told them he'd be back, and then left.

Calder reached out and was about to tell the professor about his other wounds but stopped when the Professor walked out the tent. It didn't help that Riley was here to. It was rather embarassing.

Silent, Calder ignored the ghoul's mental tone. He was FAR too tired to argue with her, and just brushed it off. Her little warning, one which he never took seriously in all the time he knew her, seemed minor after all he went through. Instead, he was at least happy she was comforting the Igor. With that, Calder was allowed to move over to lift Barth's head up and give him a spoonful of the medicine. That done, he wrote the boil's name down and then took the other container and gave himself a spoonful - using the same spoon. He liked the idea of a indirect kiss, not that it mattered at this point.

He labelled his own medicine and then sat down on his cot - only to shoot back up to stand and covered his mouth with both hands, a muffled scream rising in the back of his throat. Ouch. OUCH! OUCH!

GREEN TENT

Ahahaha. Aha. Hahahahahaha. What the jack just happened?
She was fairly sure she was sleeping.
Or hungry.
She wasn't completely sure.
But Claire was alive, so that was good. Very confused, but... alive. She thought, anyway. She went into the 'I'm okay but isn't green a nauseas colour?' tent. Then she sat. For the lolz. Not really, she was tired. Claire eyed the spookies table and pushed herself over there and ate slowly and quietly, looking at all the moaning and sick people. Ew.
In a way it was sad, but Claire didn't want to be put off her food so she just curled up into a ball and ate. She ate constantly.

Purple Tent

Riley's gentle, comforting embrace seemed to still, and then fall. Her eyes were still slit, but her brows furrowed deeply in thought. When he held up the tooth, she seemed to back away a step.

Her dying words.

Her physical remains, there in Christof's hand.

Riley almost wanted to laugh at the improbability, but she was careful to keep that to herself.

Christof. She murmured slowly as she picked the tooth up between two fingers and looked at it's enormous size. You're telling me Red.. our gym teacher, the professor that is, most likely, one of the strongest, most capable members of our community..

There was a long, pregnant pause, as she examined the tooth, before she finally finished the thought with words that he probably didn't expect.

...was a Hunter?

It seemed Red's death wasn't the part of the story Riley was stuck on, just yet. Or perhaps she was still in denial.