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 Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 4:18 pm
Are you alright there?
Just tell me if you need a friend.
I am there, for you.The wounds Byakko sustained were great, and Vremea wasn't having any of it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 12:22 pm
Vremea had finally taken a few moments for herself to calm down and heal her wound properly after doing all that she could for the battle. She had hidden herself behind a large rock and taken a spare knife, making a quick incision on the serious wound and watching all the blood stored in her leak out heavily. With a light head, Vremea pressed her artifact onto her wound, releasing a grunt as she watched it do its magic. "Nngh..." It was uncomfortable and strange to be the one receiving the healing, and while it helped a lot, it was draining on her. When it finally finished, Vremea readjusted her neck bow, leaning back on the rock and breathing heavily, looking directly at the scar on her side and wincing. The scar was large and huge, and the yellowblood could bet it was on her back, too. With glassy eyes, the fancy yellowblood wrapped what was left of her cloak around her torso.
Vremea stood and hoped no one noticed her slipping back into view, only to notice a startling shade of pink catch her eye. Byakko.
She must've been very hurt from the battle... Fingers curling around her knuckles, the yellowblood felt her anxiety kick in the moment she thought about asking if she could heal her. What if she didn't want her to? What if she was to get help from another troll, the creepy greenblooded doctor that was friends with Aprife? This was nerve-racking... Well, it couldn't hurt to ask. Steeling herself, the yellowblood neared the pinkblood, determined to at least offer her help. "Hello Byakko," Vremea started, though her voice was a little unsure. Clearing her throat, she continued. "I was wondering if you would be willing to let me offer my services to you." She started, eyes glancing at the salmon-stained pellet and swallowing a little. Though the color of the blood made her curious, her nervousness was mostly because of her heavy wounds. "You look a little worse for wear." She offered a earnest smile to the rebel leader, hands fidgeting a little. Usually in this situation, the nervous Vremea would play with her hair/hair bows or rub her stone, but the stone was now embedded in her scythe, and her hair was short. She didn't wear her hair bows anymore. The thought of it made her nostalgic.
melona-pan uh hi you look like s**t might wanna.... SLAPS BANDAID ON AKKO
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 2:06 pm
After agreeing to depart shortly after bandaging themselves up, Zeffer had slipped away to go deal with his own injuries. Akko simply stood there, soaking in the sight of her ragged forced doing their best to pick themselves from the rubble. She trembled faintly; a mixture of fatigue and rage. How had she let this happen again? Her knees threatened to buckle and give way. Leaning against the wall of the cavern, Byakko pressed the back of her skull to the rock and gazed over to the distressed Mother Grub.
In her haze, Akko hadn't even notice Vremea approach until she spoke. "Vremea." Faintly greeting the yellowblood, she was far too exhausted to do much else aside from half nod her throbbing head. Even that she regretted, as the motion rippled her robes enough to send another wrenching shot of pain through her battered body. The mutantblood shuddered, swallowing back a tormented hiss. Her injuries were countless, and continued to ooze blood onto the cavern floor.
"Ss-services?" Emptily echoing Vremea at first, the mutantblood slitted her lids and gazed at the yellowblood suspiciously. Byakko knew her officer only wanted to help, do what Akko had appointed her to do in the first place- but as she glanced down at the pink blood staining nearly inch of fabric she wore Akko hesitated. Her first thought after everything had began to settle was, in fact, to seek out the healer for treatment (Akko would agree with Vremea's 'creepy' sentiment): but it was hard to just brush aside sweeps of hiding. The yellowblood made no mention of her hue, so nor did she.
Byakko returned her sullen stare back to Vremea. Bags of exhaustion rung under her eyes, and the daze the mutantblood was in was nearly palpable. Akko blinked profusely, trying her best to clear her head.
"I'd appreciate that." A moment's pause. "How... how does this work?"
quite uneventful ...i think we're gonna need more bandaids
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 10:56 am
'A little worse for wear' was an understatement. Byakko looked horrible, a tired mess who quite literally could not stand up straight. Watching her, Vremea was tempted to tell her to sit or lay down, but it felt a little strange to do so— After all, it'd seem like she was commanding the leader. Instead, she tried a gentler approach— "You will need to be completely at rest. Preferably, laying down." Quickly, she added— "If you do not want to, however, you will have to tell me where your wounds are so I may heal them directly." With a worried glance over all her wounds, Vremea couldn't help but wonder how exactly she was standing. She was still bleeding, even now...
melona-pan oh god byakko don't die on me THROWS BUCKETS OF BANDAIDS ON HER
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 3:22 pm
"Laying down?" She repeated Vremea's words aloud again, as if parroting them back would somehow help to fully register them in her blurred thinkpan. Akko broke her weary stare on the officer to focus past her tall horns at the Mother Grub. Time was of the essence, and she wasn't exactly rolling around in alternatives.
Shakily pushing herself off the wall, Byakko staggered momentarily. Rolling her neck in another futile attempt to clear her head, she ran a claw through her blood drenched bangs before turning back to the healer. "No, that's fine, as long as you've dealt with everyone else who needs help. Let's just move somewhere out of the way." Keeping one palm pressed to the cave for support, Akko limped over to a small overhang of rock that would shield them from prying eyes; it would only serve to damage morale if the rebels saw how severe her injuries actually were.
Byakko kept her peripherals focused on the Mother Grub and the trolls working to load her and the wrigglers. Tediously lowering herself behind a pile of rubble with a pained grunt, she slumped to a seated position and began to unwrap her obi, biting back the searing pulses of agony. After discarding the pink stained pelts, the mutantblood shrugged off the sleeves of her robes. Jagged lacerations ran down across her collarbone and over her shoulder, and in several places the buck of Kursha's shots still lay embedded in her exoskeleton. A plethora of other burns, stabs and cuts graced her arms and legs, the most severe being a deep gash across her midsection that began to gush profusely the moment Akko tugged away her obi. She paled, immediately clamped the fabric back over her lower stomach.
Shakily looking back up at Vremea, Akko weakly cleared her throat. Nope, everything was fine. "Good to go?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 6:07 pm
"Y-yes. I've been looking for any other trolls who may need help, but either they've already left, or..." It was admirable, how she put her own health for last. Vremea almost reached out to help her before watching her, almost in a daze. She was pushing herself so much, but still looked out for others. Pursing her lips, the yellowblood followed along beside her until they reached behind the rock, where she nervously watched her remove the blood saturated robes and-- The healer swallowed, hard. Her wounds were heavy and deep, almost all of them. Clenching her jaw, Vremea reminded herself that this-- This was all Kursha's doing. Every gash on her body, every deep wound, all of it was his fault. Vremea didn't know Byakko personally, but just the fact that he would dare to damage their group made her fist clench. Genuine dislike flared through her body.
She was disgusted by what he'd done.
But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of thinking about it, no. Vremea had better things to do. Like heal their leader. Vremea dropped to her knees, having watched her move her obi and feel sick to her stomach. Oh gog, the amount of blood she was losing... She had a feeling she was going to have to use her broach. She quickly flexed her fingers, responding the other with short nod, breathing in and concentrating. "You have a few cartridges in you. It might take me a while, but I can try to b-but... It, ah, might hurt." feeling a lot better now that she had properly healed herself. She cleared her thoughts away, focusing on the injuries before breathing in deeply and slowly letting her powers slide through her body, relaxing it completely before opening her eyes and moving her hand closer, hovering them under the injuries around her neck and shoulders. "I will have to look at the one on your stomach, and soon. When you are feeling ready enough to open it, I will be quick." While she worked on the ones on top, she could press her broach on her worst one. She was so, so thankful it was never ending. She didn't know where she'd be now without it.
melona-pan stares at akko's stomach u sure bro?????
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 4:43 am
Similar thoughts about Kursha floated through Byakko's blurred mind. The sting of his betrayal almost overpowered the searing pain from his bullets; the way he had mercilessly shot her in front of everyone, how he had led the military to their base on the night of their meeting... and straight to the rebel's brooding cavern. It made Akko sick and quivvering with rage to think he likely still had one of their emblems. She had ******** made those pins herself, gog damnit.
"Good work. I know I can count on you." Her voice was weak, but genuine. Akko didn't know much about Vremea on a personal level, admittedly, but what she did know led her to believe the yellowblood would rush to assist any rebel in peril. That was part of why Vremea had been promoted, after all; there was no picking and choosing, or favourites. They were all in this together.
Shifting to allow Vremea better access to her wounds, she winced. "Nngh, it's okay. Just do your thing." Byakko shuddered. Focusing on the yellowblood's timed breathing, Akko's eyelids fluttered shut as she allowed Vremea to work her miracles. An unfamilair, almost undescribable warmth spread through her chest as the healing glow worked to mend her wounds; but Byakko kept her eyes firmly clamped shut, afraid she'd upchuck what little contents were in her stomach if she inspected the lesions too closely. Grinding her teeth, the mutant held back whatever other signs of discomfort or pain she felt.
"A-alright, ready when you are." Failing eventually to choke back a slight gasp, Akko removed the teal fabric from the gash on her stomach. And once again, as soon as the pressure was released her pink blood began to cascade down her sides. It puddled around her legs. "Q-quick is good." There was a tangible panic rising in the hardened rebel leader's voice.
quite uneventful as long as u do ur job :3c
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 12:16 am
"Good work. I know I can count on you."
Vremea had to struggle to keep herself composed, a yellow flush sliding over her cheeks as the words hit her hard. Though she was usually used to people relying on her for support, having the leader openly say it with such sincerity made her feel a small amount of pride swell in her chest, breathing in and out carefully. Slowly, carefully, Vremea allowed her hands to slowly hover from place to place, managing to heal from her collarbone to her shoulders, albeit hastily. Vremea wasn't healing for complete healing for now-- She was trying to stop the blood. Byakko wouldn't die from the infections she was sure to have from the open air-- She would die from blood loss. Afterwards, on her second round of healing, she'd take her time and pour over them. She allowed her hands to slide down her arms, managing to keep herself concentrated and focused. Letting her hand slide to her broach, one hand nudged it off its place the moment she murmured she was ready.
While still healing her arm, Vremea's the other hand fumbled to take it off, finally managing to watch it fall right into her own lap and swiping it right off her lap for immediate use. With quick movement, the yellowblood managed to press the broach onto her stomach and breathe steadily. "F-focus on my breathing." It was hard for Vremea to keep her eyes open during this procedure, but she pushed herself, watching the severe and sopping wound slowly close into itself. Though she was sure it'd leave behind a severe mark, considering her powers weren't Gog's touch, she hoped the fact she'd managed to at least close and heal the wound quite well would be enough for Byakko. Vremea swallowed hard, releasing a small but thankful exhale. "Was that quick enough?" She lightly teased with a raised eyebrow and a half struggled smile, trying to lessen the tension somewhat. It had been a rough night for all of them, really. They could use a little laughter.
melona-pan flails and panics while throwing medical equipment at akko I-IS THIS WORKING????!!!?
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2015 11:31 pm
Byakko's curiosity got the best of her, cracking one eyelid to peer down at Vremea's hand hovering over her stomach. An involuntary, tormented hiss slithered through clenched fangs when her vision locked on the gaping lesion. The hiss sputtered into a wheezing cough, and Akko turned to heave against her own shoulder, splattering dots of pink blood across the rocks she was propped up against. She sincerely hoped those weren't organs she saw peeping through the cascade of blood. As Byakko readily grew more conscious of her wounds, her muscles began to twitch and seize frantically under the healing glow; it was increasingly difficult to remain motionless.
Yet, Akko couldn't rip her widened eyes away.
The glow of Vremea's powers stitched her exoskeleton back together, slowly, but surely. Byakko's mouth was slightly agape, holding her breath in anticipation as she watched in utter and total bewilderment. She knew about the yellowbloods powers, naturally, but Akko had never seen them this close in action before- and witnessing them first hand was another experience altogether.
Remembering to inhale at Vremea's mention of pacing her breath, Akko puffed and choked on her throat, nodding with a vague tremor. Swallowing, she matched her breathing with the yellowblood's own.
"Yes. The speed your power works at is impressive," the light jest would have been lost to Byakko even if she hadn't been dizzied with bloodloss. She blankly stared at her officer, then back down at the mark running across her torso that had been gushing blood only mere minutes ago. Lightly tracing over the mark left with her fingertips, Akko continued to gawk. The other crusting wounds carpeting her body seemed minute in comparison.
A distressed screech from the Mother Grub echoed off the cavern walls. Byakko jolted and ignored the pained spasms from her body, whipping her neck around to check on the Initiative's last remaining trump card. She was tucked out of view.
"Are we done?" Blood continued to trickle down her limbs and pool. Vremea hadn't even begun to work on the bullet wounds and buckshot embedded in her exoskeleton, but with the most immediate injuries attended to, Akko considered herself patched up. Time was still of the essence.
quite uneventful akko might not be dead but i might as well be
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 3:12 pm
"D-don't look!" Vremea tried to warn, but the leader kept staring, growing more and more tense. Vremea would've tried to shield her view if she could've moved, but it she didn't want to risk stopping and hurting her more. Her lips were pursed in slight distress-- She knew that once one saw what happened to them, they'd feel more and more pain as they realize that what happened happened to them. But Vremea stayed rigid, jaw set, watching each layer of the trolls exoskeleton curl over the other, slowly and steadily until the very last moment when all but her skin was left. She kept her breath stable and deep, keeping it a pace that was easy to follow so as to not have her overexert herself.
When the last strip was sealed, Vremea allowed herself to relax somewhat, allowing her hands to hover around the area before her hands dropped into her lap with slight finality. An eyebrow rose along with a half smile to the leaders response, simply releasing a tired but thankful sigh at her dull response. It meant she was better. But not healed, thought Vremea, cracking her fingers and rolling her shoulders to get ready for another round-- But a screech from the Mother Grub made the yellowblood freeze and tense up. Her gaze flew toward the jadeblooded mother as well, and the adult relaxed somewhat as she saw no sign of interference on the other end.
"Are we done?" The voice of their leader pulled her gaze from the front, eyes merely gazing at the mutant before her mouth opened and closed in response. It finally settled into a firm line. "Not really, no. But I cannot very well ask for a full inspection, so..." She trailed off, looking back to the Grub. She was their only checkmate. They had to move. "...I guess. Do you require assistance in standing up?" Vremea couldn't help but marvel at how resilient Byakko was-- As a leader, one would think they'd put their own safety ahead of the others. But... she wasn't risking their efforts for her personal pain, and that in itself was respectable. Their leader had lost a lot of blood and Vremea could only imagine the pain and strain she'd gone through while trying to push them through the cavern toward the Mother Grub. Offering help was really all she could do to contribute.
melona-pan i technically have been these past few months so it's ok akko
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 8:15 pm
"I think I can manage from here. I've had worse," Byakko commented darkly, raising each limb to inspect it thoroughly. The phantom pain of her gut being ripped open still lingered. Her hand constantly ran over her midriff, convinced there was still some sign of tearing left, but Vremea's powers had sealed the wound up into a tidy little scar. It was surreal.
With a groan, Byakko pushed herself up off the rocks she had been leaning against and began the slow struggle to her feet. Beads of sweat rolled down her brow. It took a bit of effort, and much knee-shaking, but the rebel was back upright and balanced within a minute or two. It wasn't that she didn't want Vremea's help, as much as she needed to show her indomitable determination in the face of peril.
"Thank you, Vremea." Adjusting her robes in an attempt to hide the parts saturated with her blood, Byakko met the yellowblood's gaze. Her voice was faint, barely more than a whisper. "I really don't know how to repay you." The rest of the rebels probably would have been dead back at the prison without her, and without the yellowblood's healing powers, she would likely be too. Grasping at her stomach again, Akko returned her attention back to the crowd of wounded rebels. "There's probably still some stragglers that could use your help. I'm going to take a look around and gather the rest of us, but we need to get out of here with the Mother Grub as soon as possible." Byakko turned back to Vremea. Colour was fast returning to her face, as did the expression of fierce focus. "Will you stay with her? I think I'm going to try and draw the military forces in the opposing direction."
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 4:40 pm
Vremea wanted to ask her if she was sure, but refrained, wondering just how bad of a life the mutant had led until this moment. Holding back the question, Vremea watched her hands touching her stomach-- She sure understood that feeling, the wonder of healing... Sometimes, she didn't believe it herself. But it was real.
Watching their leader stand up, Vremea lifted her arms wearily, so as to catch her if she fell, but Byakko managed to stand up, even in her condition. Her hands fell to her sides, eyes watching the younger troll's struggle before relaxing as she stoop up straight. Her gaze then returned to the others face, the echo of her thank you still in her sponge clots. A weak smile spread across the face of the frazzled adult, slightly bowing her head. "It was the least I could do. Thank you for having lead us to safety, even if it is only temporary. I was so frightened..." She tilted her head slightly before giving her a slightly wider smile. "The best repayment would be your health. Though I do not think that is an option at this moment, but I would be forever thankful if you tried to not lose any more blood. We need you." Vremea's eyebrows creased, then rephrased her words. "He needs you."
The medic rubbed her neck slightly. "I will do my best and try to heal as many trolls before we go." She said, cracking her fingers before rolling her shoulders, needing a little bit of a stretch before she began on anyone else. Of course, she was tired, but seeing their leader push forward even through those serious wounds gave her strength, hope. She nodded seriously, placing a hand on her good shoulder and squeezing lightly as her lips spread into a proud smile. "It would be my honor to take care of the Mother Grub. I will try hard to keep her safe. Just... try to stay alive. We will find some place of refuge." Somewhere. Her attention wandered to the other trolls around them before releasing their leader and flexing her hands slightly, beginning to walk before stopping and turning back, having forgotten something. "If anything should happen... It was nice, working with you." Vremea gave her a pained smile. She tried not to think of how low their chance of survival was, instead, looking to the future. "Take care."
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