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 Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 11:22 pm
As the title suggests this is a place to have your character recover, receive healing and be mended so that you are once again fit to fight in the following round or just to be able to return home.
All the health care provided in the Infirmary is free of charge so enjoy it while you can.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 11:37 pm
In one of the curtained cubicles a dark haired woman lay, her body yet again being seen to by various healers as she stared up at the ceiling. Unmoving, barely making a sound as she thought back to the fight just passed, trying to figure out why she had been made to fight so soon after suffering so greatly. What had Bishop been thinking? Letting her go against someone after she had just killed her beloved husband, why would anyone ever think that it was ok to make her keep fighting when all she wanted to to was die.
Yes die.
Jay had been the cause of the man she loved dying, she had ended his life with her own hands. Even if she had been convinced that he was a demon, it would never change the fact that she had killed him.
Gritting her teeth as a pained sob fought to escape past her pale lips, no physical pain had been the source, only the broken heart that she longed to tear from her chest...
"Iyam.... "
She whispered as tears welled up in the bloodshot eyes, not even bothering to blink them away as her vision blurred and the pain of losing the only man she had ever loved washed over her yet again.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 12:14 am
XXXXXX"Yeah..?" His was response was nonchalant and innocent as if he were a child answering his mom. He was sitting one cot over getting fresh wraps placed over his rapidly healing wounds. Even the clerics were impressed considering the excessive damage they had witness. When he was brought in, the bone of his ribcage was slowly decaying and yet now, the second layer of skin on his torso had already completely regrown.
XXXXXXOne part of it was due to Jay's newest abilities, keeping his soul tethered to the mortal realm but poisoning it with the power of truth and the ancient ones. Had he come back under it's power and it's power alone, his mind filled with the memories of Jay's past along with the hatred Venia held would have shattered under the weight of it all. Too much dreadful information to hold at once.
XXXXXXSo due to his service as her devotee, one of few she retained in this world, Elishar cleansed her disciple. Baptizing him in her warm translucent waters so that he could be whole again. Ridding his mind of the unnecessary and granting him a small portion of her power. Like the sun rises from the darkness of night to light the new day. Heita was given second life to light her path and spread her word.
XXXXXXLastly came his own innate abilities; his apex conditioning and kinetic manipulation. He was the pride of S.A.H.C. The product of the greatest minds of Agia and man of absolute resolution. Death was merely a hurdle on Gaia, an obstruction that he had overcome once before. Heita was an Olympian.
XXXXXXSo when all was said and done, Heita stood from his cot to his wife's side. The tears in her eyes forcing a weak smile to form on his face. "You scared of needles or something?" He chided while brushing back the silver streaks of her hair.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 12:58 am
[!]Valhalla[!]Flatlines…[]~O~[] [!] ~”Bone is inch by inch...”~[!] And, like the one <********> Country Music song played at every Prom, Eric picked the absolute worst time to burst in! -ffThOOM!!-"Suck it up, Bitches! I found a kick-a** South-Western joint down the street, so we're having nachos for...Oh...Sorry, were you girls about to start braiding each others' hair?"Beneath his sparse clothing were the obvious impressions of bandaging; specifically over his hip, and his shoulder. All the same, it didn't seem to slow him down...having managed to balance six, Styrofoam, trays in both hands. And nearly kicking the infirmary doors off of there hinges. All in all, the Tiger looked great; like he'd just got back from vacation in Aruba, or something. He sauntered in, dropping all but one of the boxes off at a near-by table, and then hijacked a rolling stool. Sliding in at the foot of Jay's bed as he popped open the lid, and chowed down! "I hope no one's allergic to cilantro..."Mumbling that, through a mouthful of beef and rice? Impressive. [!] ~”…Stronger than steel.”~[!]
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 2:26 pm
It was almost as though she had actually died, hearing her husbands voice and of course seeing him appear by her side was most certainly a sign she had gone to Gaia heaven. Choking back the pained sobs as she lifted her hand to grasp his after he so lovingly brush the hair from her face, gazing up at him as though nothing else in the world mattered.
"You....Y-you're here..."
Her body ached as she forced herself to sit up right, the nurses and healers scoffing while trying to push her back down... Wait why the hell were the nurses still there? They didn't die!
Jay paused, her brain frantically working to finally come to the conclusion that she was alive and that something was horribly wrong.
Those big doe like brown eyes darkened as she stared at her husband, sure she had seen people be revived but he was still injured... which in turn meant he hadn't been revived by healers. The voice, his voice had said that she was to give him her gift... Had she really done so, that ability existed....
Then Heita mentioned her being afraid of needles, how did he know that? Was he just guessing? Jay was terrified of them, the nurses having found out the hard way when she had near broken one of their arms.
"Wait....What..?"
Then BOOM! Just like that the moment was gone, Eric bursting in like a cowboy from hell carrying a very large amount of nachoes.
"The ******** are you doing?!"
Jay suddenly roared as her face went red at the crude comment he made. Clenching her fists and slamming them down on either side of herself before struggling to move so that she could kick the container of food back in his face.
However the bandages around her midsection turned red as she ripped the wound open again, forcing a yelp from the woman and making her freeze in place while a healer rushed to her side.
"For ******** sake!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 2:53 pm
XXXXXXHeita's hand fell from his wife's face to her chest as she rapidly sat up and began cursing up a storm. He then forced her back down with a swift and definitive nonsense stiff arm. Keeping his arm there, he nodded to the nurses to finish their job before leaning in to brush his free hand through Jay's hair and passionately kiss her. Cradling her head, he held her lips to his, even amongst the myriad of others in the room. Unusual for him. " Relax..." He whispered in hopes of calming her so that he caretakers could finally do their job.
XXXXXXPulling away from her, he grabbed one of the containers Eric had brought in and took a seat not too far from the young Thai. A stiff nod hello and thanks with a devious smile. Heita was purposely egging on the HEIT! The colonel then sat back and enjoyed his meal. "Mmm this green stuff was so good..." No not the guacamole but Eric's envy. It was as if perfection was sprinkled onto every bite.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 8:22 pm
[!]Infirmary[!]Flatlines…[]~O~[] [!] ~”Bone is inch by inch...”~[!] While he was far from oblivious, and usually very quick to wear his emotions on his sleeve, Eric had decided to do his absolute best to be more subtle! He was doing great so far, or so he thought! All the same, as he and Eeee-yam...he thought to himself with an internal sneer...partook in a chow summit; viciously devouring their respective plates of food, and shooting darts from over the lids...The Tiger would smile. Mouth still full of half-masticated excess. "You mean this green stuff?"Retrospectively, it wasn't so much that Eric wanted to wedge himself between the Colonel...and his boss...But, he did hate to share. Naturally, the Thai warrior just assumed that this man didn't like him for the same reason that most people didn't. His Animal Magnetism! [!] ~”…Stronger than steel.”~[!]
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 9:13 pm
Planted near of those infirmary beds was Darius, gushing of blood and drinking excessively in all his glory. Doctors and nurses alike found him incredibly barbaric, perhaps a little intimidating like a feral beast. Stitching proved to be a difficult endeavor, feeling dazed from the blood lust with pain creeping in. A multitude of wounds plagued his form, taking a glance at some of the competitors with fierce eyes. Memorize by the succulent body of one of the combatants, he grinned with a makeshift Glasgow smile applied willingly to defend against an incoming blade. Mad as ********, but blood thirsty his reign would not be over yet. He refused to lose to the Paladin who hid behind armor unlike himself.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 11:22 pm
Jay. S. Heita.
Being forced back down onto the bed would normally of made her curse even more had her husband not dove in to silence her with a passionate kiss. Once again using that element of surprise to to calm the raging woman, catching her off guard and leaving her with a stupid grin on her face as she relaxed and allowed the healers to do their job. All the while watching him move across the curtained cubical to take a seat and begin eating. Him and his food.....
A low rumble sounded from her stomach as the smell reached her nose..
Was she seriously hungry? Well yes... Yes she was, considering she hadn't actually eaten that entire day after storming out of the cafe in the morning. But pride dictated she would not admit that she was for lack of a better word famished. It was stupid but she wanted to get the healing over with and go home if she could. The ordeal of fighting in the tournament and the emotional strain was becoming too much even for her... And she was normally the type of woman who wold jump into any fight for any reason.
The healers dispersed as the stitching was finished and re-wrapped.
It would be then that she would be able to sit up, with the help of more pillows being placed behind her, and notice the man across the way... He seemed to be in worse shape than her, it made her wonder who he had been put against to suffer so greatly... Then again no one was exactly normal in this tournament as far as she could tell.
The smile he gave would be mirrored with the vicious grin she had become famous for. A common thing umongst brawlers.
The recognition was short lived however as the healers who had attended to her wounds rushed to aid the doctors trying to fix up his own.
"Best let them heal you, otherwise you might bleed to death. Wouldn't want to see wasted talent..."
Jay said as clearly as she could before looking back towards the two men at the foot of her bed, a warmer variation of the smile formed as she watched them.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 11:41 pm
XXXXXXHeita was pulled out of his own thoughts momentarily when Eric had addressed him. An innocent "hmm?" and a doofy a** mocking smile met Eric's question. "Oh yeah... sure." Oh yes Heita was lying it on thick as he enjoyed the food brought with the other man's money. He was enthralled in his own merriment that he had barely taken notice of the living corpse in the other room.
XXXXXXNo instead as Heita grabbed carton, he came up with an insidious plan. Oh how he positively lit up with the notion. "Hey babe... mind asking Eric to get us some drinks and maybe a few more to go boxes?" Did he just really do that? Wasn't he suppose to be the good guy? Yes and yes but before Heita had been a hero, he had been a man in service and hazing the fresh meat was standard practice where he came from. I wonder if they sell tutus around here...
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 12:06 am
Tending to his wounds Darius was entranced with the gruesome speculation regarding the holy warrior Szar. Perhaps hubris forced the man to not be seen in this facility, probably for the best as inimical intent would only be bestowed upon him immediately. Things were slowly getting better more or less, wielding a tremendous threshold towards pain that otherwise would make the pain agonizing. Being a sadomasochist did help fuel other thoughts, revealing a studded forked tongue directed at the woman who replied with a warm smile. Talking became prohibited with the source of his wounds, sewing up his callous flesh accustomed to injuries. Apathetic, he hoped to possibly provoke someone or at least trigger some response only for amusement. Begrudgingly allowing them to fix him up without drugs was a bore, recalling his medical history with substances. He sooner use it to get high than to help in the recovery.
[Also posting in the Battle Arena atm]
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 12:25 am
[!]Infirmary[!]Flatlines…[]~O~[] [!] ~”Bone is inch by inch...”~[!] Jay's aside to the shredded meatball a few beds down would pull Eric's attention, albeit only temporarily, away from Iyam. He, honestly, had to stifle a laugh at the sight of the poor b*****d. That said, and with his White-garbed competition's clever ploy, the Tiger turned his animosity back to where it belonged; casually thumbing a signal in the direction of the other three plates. "You looked like a size fat when we first met, so the extras are for you...chum! You can walk it off when YOU go and get -us- a drink..."Playfully, he'd throw his new boss a wink; obviously unabashed at having fought her so brutally, or perhaps even proud of it! [!] ~”…Stronger than steel.”~[!]
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 6:19 pm
Jay paused, the sight of the mans forked tongue making the brawler blush, it was only natural that she would think of its purpose... Not to mention how her husband might cut it out if he caught the man making the lewd gesture. Adjusting the sheets that lay about her waist line Jay finally decided to put an end to the remarks both Eric and Heita were making.
It would also allow her to forget about the forked tongue for a moment.
"You two can stop with the banter now, as cute as it is I don't want to hear it. What I want is a god damn drink...."
Those dark brown eyes went from one man to the other before her gaze shifted back to the wound on her stomach. She had previously been told what had happened because of the severe damage that had been inflicted with her fight against Heita... let alone having the same place damaged again so soon after...
How she would tell her husband he didn't know, not that he seemed to mind that she hadn't fallen pregnant as of yet. The enchanted coin was destroyed when her husband had blown her stomach apart... But also ruined any chance of her ever having a child with it.
"Actually forget it. I'll go get the drinks."
Her tone had changed a little, that faulty switch mentality kicking in again, but more or less she just needed some privacy to go and take the medical pill she had in her boot.....Where the ******** were her boots!?
Suddenly Jay groaned as she sat bolt upright, looking around the cubical for her boots, and then after a brief moment she checked under the sheet and issued yet another groan...
"Who the ******** took my shorts and boots?!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 7:41 pm
Darkest Silver
"You two can stop with the banter now, as cute as it is I don't want to hear it. What I want is a god damn drink...."
XXXXXXHeita's ear heard what was being said but his focus was with his eyes which were tracking the cause of Jay's blushing. Catching the tail end of the man flicking his tongue at his wife. It was the cafe all over again. Throwing the food back over his shoulder and more than likely onto Eric, Heita stood.
Ignoring everything but the last few words Jay had uttered. Darkest Silver
"Who the ******** took my shorts and boots?!"
XXXXXXOf course it wasn't the new guy... he had just been brought in. However jealousy and logic never coexisted in the same mind. Shooting a look of anger at his wife for constantly attracting attention, Heita then turned and took three steps out of there little area. "Don't you think you got enough on your plate over there punk..." the Colonel purposely placing himself in position so as to block vision between the man drenched in blood and his wife. "Let's not make a bad situation worse...pal."
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 10:06 pm
Characterized as unsavory made his lewd actions involving his tongue just routine for the sociopath whose hedonist lifestyle saw her as potential entertainment in combat and out where judging by her description might be obliged to follow suit. Making the lady fluster was the icing on the cake and antagonizing her lover, even better where he stood. Most of the formidable parts related to patching him up was over, now simply watching everyone within this confined place. Whether or not the current outburst was relayed to him mattered little. Consuming some liquor from a flask only burn the recently acquired wounds, preferring to wet his whistle while otherwise relaxing. If she wished to sate her curiosity she approach him, otherwise it was just killing time.
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