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 Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 5:29 pm
The name was familiar, in that it was that guy America hated because he stalked her, but now she was like, hanging out with him and s**t, so maybe everything worked out. Or she'd given in, and things were better because of it? He didn't know, and was trying not to think too hard about it. It set his heart racing and not in a good kind of way, and it was easier to just assume that America was fine when she said she was fine, and maybe this guy wasn't great but maybe it'd be like, fine or whatever. Either way, this guy was his partner today in the Infirmary. He didn't know how to feel about it, on the grander scale, but since it was during Work, Leslie really only hand one mind about it: As long as he didn't ******** s**t up, Leslie could handle the guy. Decked out in navy scrubs and a clipboard in hand, he passed the time by doing inventory on supplies. He always showed up early, in case someone had to duck out after a long shift, and because the infirmary was always in need of extra hands.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 5:48 pm
While Lawr worked in the infirmary he could not sensibly wear Jan's more eccentric attire, it was frankly a problem, it meant that he was pushed into an older and retired persona, a persona which did not even have a name of its own. Lawrence Weiman had worked in a vet surgery and had let the other names do his dirty work. When Maja left there had been no further use for him. And yet, here he was, finding himself now and again slipping into that old persona which should have been gone. It was difficult to exaggerate into Jan like this, to do the gaudy ridiculous accent, and instead he found himself lapsing into slightly accented English, formal but not deadpan.
"Hello there." he said with a wave of his only hand. He gestured to himself, and for a heartbeat he almost introduced himself as Lawrence. "Jan. Pleasure to meet you. What needs done today? You are Leslie right? I've heard that you have been here a while, hope you can show me some of the tricks!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 5:56 pm
Leslie squinted. Oh, right. Just the one hand, because of, something he'd forgotten, but something not great, he knew. "Jan?" He knew enough from Taym and America to know that wasn't it, but whatever. Maybe it was his middle name. Whatever. "Show you the ropes?" he asked, skeptical. This guy was like, a billion years old. "But yeah, a while I guess." Leslie shrugged, closing a cabinet. "Runic bandages are frankly the easiest way to get rid of most ails, so we have a ton and s**t. There's some other experimental treatments, but most of the have side effects, so no matter who comes in saying you should be a guinea pig, don't ******** buy it, they're lying. Like, every last one of them." He sounded as if he spoke from personal experience. "This place is Dr. H's, or whatever, but Dr. Stephen and Sunny run the show, latter more than the former. Don't piss her off. She is the worst when she's pissed and not much better when she's not." Leslie went to collect the files for the poor, unfortunate souls they had to mind today. "Ten bucks someone has ice crotch again."
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 6:07 pm
Lawr looked the other man over thoughtfully, exuding nothing less than a bright attentiveness. "I was in Death for quite some time, moved here recently. I have experience treating animals but things here are very different, though you know that I'm sure."
He had been doing a great deal of reading since his arrival on what there was of literature documenting the interaction between runic treatments and the fear shield bond and he felt he was still very much on the ground floor as far as knowledge went, what there was to read was written by individuals to whom a journal style guide was something they used on their online blogs and not articles and investigations, it was a complete disaster. "I saw Lex trying to get himself some free human experiments at the meeting, I presume that is a running theme in this division? If you can't get funding then trick some other human into testing it for you? I appreciate the notice."
The pale man had run into Sunny once or twice since he had started working in the infirmary and had found the woman brusque to say the least. "Ah yes. She was rather short with me once or twice since I arrived. Can't say I've ever seen her not pissed."
He inclined a brow slightly at the mention of ice crotch. "Is that common?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 1:10 am
"I guess," he said, shrugging. "Like, all we do here, most of the time, it slap a ******** bandaid on someone. Or do their stitches because they can't, even if most s**t doesn't even scar. It's like, easy mode, for the most part. The weapon bond does so much s**t it is ******** the while, Leslie was unaware that Lawrence knew all of that and more. "Yeah, you said it. Some people do experiments and s**t on minipets, right? But that's not the same. Normal animals don't live here and s**t, so like, what other way do you have? A lot of times the labs will offer fifty bucks to be a guinea pig for this or the other, too, because it's not like we've got normal ******** waiting around for the using." While he'd talked, they'd made their way into the first patient's area, back exposed from the hospital gown, a runic dagger stuck clean into his back. "Not common, but like, enough to be weird. Don't think I get the appeal." Like most of the Infirmary staff, Leslie talked around the patient as if they were barely there. He set the files down and snapped on a pair of gloves, ready to get to work. "Give me a hand and hold his shoulder still and s**t. He's gonna flop like a ******** fish when we yank it out."
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 2:37 pm
Lawrence listened intently, he had always found the weapon bond fascinating and superhuman in the sheer extent of the injuries that it could mend. More than once he had found himself a little disappointed that he had not gotten to test what a hunter's body could truly endure before death, but his little party had been crashed all too soon. "It really is." he said. "It is only unfortunate that it has its limits, unusual limits too. I found it strange that it was able to mend injured tissue cells and in many cases nerves and bones, yet when it came to my hand for instance or limbs, it does not even try. Curious where those irrational lines are drawn."
He shrugged. "Perhaps there is a way to stimulate the weapons to mend old injuries, much like re-breaking an old bone." Minipets he found both interesting and not at the same time, they were composed of some sort of strange matter which did not follow the same innate rules of carbon based lifeforms, there was little to learn from dissection in many cases, often when one cut them open their insides made as little logical sense as their outsides. It was frustrating from an education standpoint.
The runic dagger got a smile and he moved to rest his hand on the man's shoulder firmly. "The trouble people get into."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 6:07 pm
Leslie laughed and shrugged. "Yeah, who ******** knows. Science s**t is above my pay grade." And, frankly, above his ability to comprehend. "Sounds like something someone should investigate." He cleanly pulled on the dagger, slow but with a steady hand, mindful of the serrated edges. Their patient groaned, rolling their shoulders carefully. "******** quit that," he snapped, digging into a scrub pocket to produce a bandaid, applying it seemingly haphazardly, although it ended up perfectly aligned. The benefits of muscle memory, perhaps. "What made you wanna Division swap?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 6:49 pm
Lawrence found Leslie's indifference to scientific investigation and curiosity more interesting than if he had enthused with what he had to say. There was something interesting about how people moved through life without intellectual curiosity, and what it was that gave them momentum was a mystery to him. "I intend to hopefully." he said with a smile. "Someone has to keep this island looking as good as it presently does. I like to think its a pretty noble cause."
He watched the dagger intently.
"I moved simply because Death was not really the division for me. I had a few disagreements with the upper management you can imagine, and I was never one for paperwork. Life is more suited generally to my experiences, it is a bit of a mystery in fact why I ended up in Death in the first place."
Leslie got another curious look. "Are you mist?" he asked uncertainly. "That division seems quite the rarity in my acquaintance, what is it that they do as a whole?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 7:00 pm
Leslie looked at Lawr like he'd grown a second head, and absent-mindedly rubbed at the cross shaped scar on his cheek. "I guess," he replied, dubious, shoving the dagger back into the hunter's hands. "Huh. I don't mind paperwork and s**t, my handwriting is s**t, but there's worse." He filled out the person's file, and moved on to the next curtain. "Oh, this next b***h is gonna need stitches. Can you do 'em with one hand?" It was less malicious and just frank curiosity. The girl had an ugly wound on her back, and while it had stopped bleeding, it was still gonna need to get pulled back together and stitched. Maybe he could get away with stapling her instead. "Yeah, I'm in Mist, but ******** if I know either, I mostly do Life and Moon s**t. Been in the infirmary for almost a year now, I guess. I guess we just sort of mix and match as needed. On missions I end up more brute force than I probably should. Maybe it's for indecisive ******** class="quote"> Baneful
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 7:21 pm
Lawr followed Leslie with patient calm interest, more than able to do this all day and then some, he felt most at ease when he was observing and learning. "Paperwork can be soothing, but in Death it is practically thrown into the void."
His expression seemed to light up at the prospect of stitches. "Oh yes. Of course. If you could hold the thread for me however that would be ideal, and lend me a finger now and then that would be ideal." He either did not notice the irony of this statement or flat out chose not to.
Retrieving the materials, he handed the thread to Leslie and extending a length of it, set to work, summoning Butch on his missing hand and neatly folding the long claws safely back along his arm until he needed them. "It has been some time since I last did any stitches, I do hope I am not rusty."
He wasn't, carefully and with utmost neatness pulling the injury taut, his stitches fit for a tailored outfit as much as a person and tied in a one handed surgical knot. "Indecisiveness is not always the flaw people make it out to be, Jack of all trades, master of none, certainly better than a master of one."
Snipping the excess with a razor sharp talon, he dismissed the weapon as if he had never had it summoned. "Does that appear acceptable?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 7:47 pm
Leslie obediently helped Lawr as instructed, intrigued by the claws on his hand. Had to be his weapon, he guessed. Interesting that it adapted to suit the need. "Honestly," he said, "they're better than I expected, considering." Leslie looked to the girl and asked her about her pain levels, deducing that she'd be fine without any extra painkillers. Already, the skin was starting to get a little less pink and puffy, the infection abating before any healing truly starting. "Where'd you learn to do 'em?" Leslie scribbled on her files, making sure to note supplies used with a diligence he didn't really apply to anything else in his life. He snorted at the notion of no masteries surpassed a singular one. "Is it? First I've heard that."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 8:07 pm
"Used to be a vet." he said. "Had to do a lot of stitches in a day." He preferred the stitches, he preferred helping to fix the creatures, to reaching inside the fur and skin and touching places only god had touched, defying sickness and death. He had preferred all of that to the simple and wasteful euthanasias, a task he found himself doing more often than his peers simply because he did not feel for each creature he was handed. There was more challenge to saving lives than taking them.
"Learning to do knots and such one handed is a useful skill when you have some implement or other in the other hand, fortunate that I tried to figure it out eh?" he laughed and shook his head.
"And absolutely, especially in our line of work, you specialise in one thing I guarantee something is going to throw a whacky thing at you you didn't expect. It's going to be the one who is trained in various things who is going to survive to see another day."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 9:15 pm
" Huh." Why'd a vet decide to join Deus of all places? Took all types, he guessed. "Well, it's handy now." He caught the pun for the first time, and looked a bit like he'd bitten a lemon. Making fun of people was one thing-- one thing he didn't mind-- but doing it on accident was just annoying. "Yeah, that much is for ******** sure. Survive is all I ******** do. Other people can excel, I just want to live past the next mission, and the one after that, and the one after ******** that." Sometimes this sentiment wasn't true; but right now, Leslie bit into life with his eyeteeth and held onto it tight. He thought of red eye and winning and felt Aleria's hunger stir, ever-present. "Last patient that's in today is up next. Quiet day today, I guess. Luck of the draw on how many people decide to ******** up." And then, lagging behind in the conversation, because Leslie was nothing if not slow: "How did you lose your hand, anyway? It happened after you got here?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 9:35 pm
Lawrence didn't seem concerned by the pun, there really were a great number of arm and hand phrases people used every day and rather than be bothered by them there was a certain level of vain satisfaction in having them be about him. After all, it had been for a cause, it had been for a reason and he regretted nothing of it but the limitation on his music.
"Survival is something to be proud of, excel at that and you'll outlive every skill on this island." Lawrence did not see the value inherent in survival other than the satisfaction of having solved some fate-based puzzle. "I would say I value curiosity most of all."
He nodded. "Quiet is fine, there are quite a few implements needing cleaned in the back room that I was looking forward to." He smiled. "And my hand? Yes, that was a result of this island. I was given a choice. Save someone important to me or keep my hand. I chose the sentimental option. They no longer like me. Rather amusing if I do say so, but it is not the worst loss which could have happened, I daresay there are far worse things to lose than a hand."
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 7:58 pm
"I would not say the ******** same. Curiosity just ends you up in s**t you don't need to be in. I don't mean like, curiosity about a person. That's different than the big ******** questions that are up in the air around this ******** place. No thanks, I don't wanna know how the horrors of the universe are made and bleed and what they do for fun. I'd rather just kill them, or do my ******** damndest." He listened to the story about how he lost his hand, trying to reconcile it with his shitty memory of what America had told him. Asking her now-- well. He'd done her one disservice enough, asking her about love. This could wait a while. "Huh. Rough." Leslie pulled back the curtain and saw a familiar face, squinting at it. " Again? Jesus ******** christ, dude." He sighed, gesturing for the guy to pull his pants down. "This is the third time in six months that I've seen this guy in for ice crotch. Can't tell if you're stupid or just have a really weird fetish, dude."
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