Sugarboy's first request of the spirits.

[12:14] Sugarboy asks, "Iral, can I have you make me a kit real quick?"
[12:14] Sugarboy asks, "If I bring you the mats?"
[12:14] Iral Woodnshire says, "I do."
[12:17] {Item} You drop Mythril x15.
[12:17] {Item} You drop Orchilacum x5.
[12:17] {Item} You drop Fried Eggs.
[12:17] Iral Woodnshire says, "Lemme go forge it..."
[12:17] Sugarboy exclaims, "And a meal because I appreciate ya!"
[12:19] Dothalina would watch closely as the smith began to make a prosthetics kits for Sugarboy while enchanting her jacket yet again.
(Dothalina Wittenburg)
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[12:21] She headed quickly into the forge. Getting to take her sit and preparing all the ores in front of her. Analyzing the many pieces she started to think on what to bring to life.

Although she is not by far a doctor it seems that the Young non magi have some experience into forging Trauma Kits, she knew how to bend the materials into perfectly proper made tools for the best of the doctors.

"It won't take much, many ores but a few pieces... Be patient, please." With that said she began her work. It took less than the time she takes to forge a sword, that with the help of Runes and technology is nothing more than a few minutes, a proccess that normally would take entire days.

"Here you are, sir." She delivered a closed silver box with a yellow Orchilacum details on it, just that a feather rested on it's center instead off the classic cross. It was her's mark.
(Iral Woodnshire)
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[12:22] {Item} You picked up Mythril Trauma Kit. Dropped by Iral Woodnshire. .
[12:27] The Doctor would overlook the process as the kit was made, it was going on a Chieftain after all, it had to be exact. It was a much more delicate forging than what you'd find on a sword or piece of armor.

With a smile and a nod as Iral meticulously and delicately worked, he'd happily receive the kit as she delivered it with nothing but praise!

"Thank you Iral~ love having a good smith around. And you're always so dependable~" Stowing the kit, he'd turn to his new nurse in training, "Alright, lets go see if Tototl is ready to be patched up."
(Sugarboy)
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[12:28] Sugarboy says, "Oh, Iral, take this"
[12:28] {Item} Dropped a bag of 690 Coins. (Okay hear me out, half of it was for the meme, half of it was to give me an even 15000c)
[12:28] Sugarboy tosses her a coin pouch.
(Sugarboy)
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[12:28] Shinzu Nakamura exclaims, "Come on! Ket's see it!"
[12:29] Iral grabbed on the coin to her given. Nodding at the chieftain, she lightly patted his shoulders as walked back to the fighting grounds... Until something caled for her atention.

"Wait, Tototl needs to be patched up? Holy... What have happened to him? Is he alright?" She questioned Sugarboy narrowing an eyebrow.
(Iral Woodnshire)
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[12:30] Sugarboy asks, "I think it had something to do with a cosmic snake?"
[12:31] Sugarboy says, "Didn't get the full details, but he's well enough to fight Ashur who is a tough fight."
[12:31] Sugarboy says, "You can join us during the examination and find out~"
[12:31] Iral Woodnshire says, "A... Cosmic snake? Urgh..."
[12:32] Iral Woodnshire says, "I don't think i'd help much."
[12:32] Iral Woodnshire says, "Just hope not the get screwed up on my trip, heh."
[12:32] Iral Woodnshire says, "I guess i'll... Prepare a kit just in case."
[12:33] Sugarboy says, "I mean you can stand by and chat, haha"
[12:33] Sugarboy says, "You know, if you're worried enough about him "
[12:34] Iral Woodnshire says, "I trust you anyway."
[12:34] Sugarboy says, "Your call fam, but lets head back now"

[12:40] Tototl says, "Bah, we all will continue to grow strong Ashur.-- Need to go get this treated though."
[12:45] Sugarboy exclaims, "Alright Chief, to the clinic!"
[12:46] Tototl says, "It's going to be a bit of a strange one to treat- But yes."
[12:56] The aging doctor would lead Chieftain and newfound Nurse alike to his clinic, stepping through the doors they would be greeted with the earthy scent of sage and a faint hint of sterility. Though it was quite warm in there with the fire at the shrine, everything was kept quite clean despite the jungle environment.

Pegleg would tap against the stone floor as he gestured to the bottom right bed. "Here ya go Tot, the Chief suite~" He'd say a bit tongue in cheek as he started laying out equipment and tools on a tray.

"So, Nurse Dot! First thing you want to do before treating a patient is examine and inspect. You can do this with your eyes, checking pulse, temperature, and asking the patient what they're feeling and cause of injury." Tinted glass turned to meet the jackal mask as he snapped his finger.

"C'mon now, you know the routine. Strip, tell me what happened, how ya feel, yadda yadda." Waving a hand, he'd do a quick sterility prep, blasting his tools with steam from his magic as he washed his hands, pulling water from the air.

"Cleanliness is always important, nurse Dot! Always make sure to clean and sterilize not just your hands and equipment, but the area as well. Vodka works in a pinch, only alcohol that does, and water is the next best thing after that. Have holy water? Even better!"
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[13:06]
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[13:08] The jackal-masked Chieftain trudges along after the doctor and youth, darkened cyan wisps listlessly floating after him. How many times had he been treated in the clinic? One too many, and that one too many brought back the memories of the protective, stubborn wife that looked after his wounds when he came home.

Setting himself down at the edge of the bed he begins unclasping the cloak and mask. Treatment. That was where he was unsure how to proceed. Folding the cloak up and placing it by his side, he'd delicately hold the jackal mask as it came off. Tired brown hues shift between the two for a moment.

"As I'm sure you may have seen, Sugarboy, my mana's ah... A tad darker these days." An affirmative nod follows up that statement, his gaze resting on the Ezmaran Chieftain. "After Nyx and I captured the cosmic snake, an orb of bodies descended upon us - A resultant from Malentine's experiments. We ah... Kiled it, but--"

Separating a hand from the mask, he thumps a fist against his chest. "It stabbed me. Through my chest - I died there." Baffling, perhaps, given the man was sitting before the two. With a sigh he begins unadorning the Mythril chest plate, setting its parts on either side of the bed. Darkened cyan wisps watch over the trio, ominously floating above them.

"Since then the Spirits have been angered I believe. Their pull is less these days, unresponsive or violent to my calls. I've done bloodletting but ah... That's proved fruitless so far." Swallowing a rising, shaky breath his head flicks its attention between the two. "I'm unsure how to proceed other than a massive bloodletting from myself."
(Tototl)
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[13:08] {Item} You picked up Mythril Trauma Kit. Dropped by Tototl. .
[13:18] Following closely behind the doctor in an effort to make sure she didn't miss a single beat, Dothalina would take into account each and every word that she heard the doctor utter, carefully taking mental notes from time to time to make sure she didn't miss and important information, though most of what he currently was going over was common knowledge; Though for the sake of appearances and making a good first impression she'd still listen attentively as if the knowledge she was being fed was new to her.

"Hmmm. Nurse Dot? That has a nice ring to it." She'd say in an assuring tone before doing as the doctor said.

Cerulean digits would quickly move about the masked Gehennan's body to make note of what was damaged and in need of treatment, though she'd become distracted at the sight of the man's tired yet alluring brown sparks that seem to have completely mesmerized her. Almost as if you could look into them and see everything that the man had been through in his life.

"Hmm?"
(Dothalina Wittenburg)
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[13:35] Flashing his assistant a quick grin, he agreed, it had a very nice name to it. It was definitely something he could get used to shouting when they were busy after battles. Yes, he was teaching many students in Crafthold, but just maybe he'd take her as a personal assistant.

The doctor would fold at the waist, leaning forward to inspect the hole in Tototl's chest and dark juju that seeped from it. He'd purse his lips as he stood up straight, adjusting his shades. "Tototl.. WHAT THE FUCK." The doctor exclaimed quite bluntly.

He died there? Angry spirits leaving sacrifices unanswered? This was going to be more of an exorcising as much as it was going to be surgery. Why was it big lessons like these, first lessons, or even his first time as doctor, he had to get thrown a curve ball like this? His first patient as a full fledged Doc, he was having to mend souls, now poor Dot has to see the rare case where you have to exorcize someone.

With a deep breath, Ezmaran's chieftain regains his cool, smiling over to Dot. "So we're going to treat this just like an infection." He'd say warmly and with ease, as if this was going to be no big deal at all. Sauntering over to the book case, he'd pull out an old Shengese tome, flipping through the pages.

"Though instead of using vodka to kill bacteria and germs.. We're gonna use holy water and runes to expel the foul curse." They were almost the exact same thing, if you thought about it just right, with enough soothing reed.

"Remember Nurse Dot, only magic can defeat magic." Imparting his wisdom, he would show her the page he was on, it was an order magi ritual for expunging spirits. Grabbing some ink and brushes he would show her the runes that needed to be drawn around the wound, leaving her to tend to that as he slashed his hand and prepared a circle of blood around the bed. It crept across the stone surface as his mana took a hold of it, a dragon's head forming on one end as it snaked around to consume it's own tail.

"Alright, Tot, just sit back and- uh.. Grit your teeth I guess."
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[13:46] Dothalina's searching finds nothing more than a monotony of healed injuries. There were scars upon his right forearm, makings of his training as a Mystic for the Spirits he clung to oh so vehemently. There was a burn scar below his left eye, and his chest was riddled with scars - Claw marks and scorched-lightning stemmed across it. A mess of a warrior, but beyond those markings? Perfectly fine, if not just constantly exhausted.

Sugarboy's rising voice elicits a chuckle from the Gehennan. With a tired grin up at the Ezmaran Chieftain his words bubble forth. "Bah, you know me Sugarboy. Fighting the cosmos with a rat king, clashing against those far beyond my capabilities." He waves his hand dismissively, and for once a shit-eating grin crosses his mug as he leans on back into the bed, shifting his things about.

"Spirits know I've always wanted ascension... Wanted to be like Yojiwa." His tone grows solemn for a time as he settles on in. Teal Sarradian fabrics hung loosely about him, a soft muttering parting from him before he continues. "Just ah... Do what needs to be done, Sugarboy. I can take whatever you toss at me."

Flashing a momentary smile he'd watch the two closely. An excorcism? Spirits, this was going to be a true ride for the spirit-blessed. Those ominous wisps begin to drift down towards the trio, listlessly floating about the gathering.
(Tototl)
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[14:15] Noting that Dot would favor sitting back and taking notes, the Doctor takes it upon himself to apply the runes across the Chieftain's torn and battle scarred chest. How many times had they been here now, a dozen? Plenty of times to fill the decades they had known one another.

It was an odd mixture the Ezmaran Chieftain was experimenting with right here. Sheng order talismans and rituals to isolate a curse, and Gehennan blood ritual to cleanse.

A ball of holy water would be conjured as held before the Seer's lips. "Go ahead and sip on this for me." Assuming the patient complies, water would begin pooling inside of the ring of crimson blood staining the floor. Candles snuffed out, the water would begin to eerily light the room from underneath, as tendrils worked their way up the legs of the bed and working their way into the hole in Tototl's Chest.

The lingering scent of sage that welcomed good spirits would linger as the room grew cold, Sugarboy with blood still dripping grow the gash across his hand would extend his arms out and throw his head back as he plead for a spirit.

"Jormungandr, dragon of the deep, world serpent, and great purifier, I call for your aid to bless my waters with your cleansing mana to eat away at the curse plaguing Cruxati's Chieftain and Seer. Take my blood and mana as you find fit, as you awake from your slumber to grant us this one request!" He spoke more ceremoniously than one would expect, looking more like a witchdoctor in the moment than a medical one.

Sugarboy was a powerful magi in his own regard, largely he had flown low under the radar as far as spirits and other otherworldly things went. Though with the immense exorcist mana being expelled at once to purge the curse, paired with the attunement to water he had, it surely attracted some eyes on the other side.

The water would glow brighter, the tendrils forming small fangs as the dark mana was eaten away, a profound numbness overtaking the Chieftain's chest as not even the burn of light and dark sweltered inside. The holy water would consume all of the curse that pulsed through his circuits before evaporating out to the ring of blood, before that too went to the spirit who aided them, quite a bit more being sucked from the gashing wound in his left hand.

A bit in a daze, he would snap his fingers and light the torches about the room, inspecting the cavity. Tinted shades would look over and find no traces of bad juju, and could only assume it was a success! Now came for the surgery.
(Sugarboy)
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[14:28] Tototl lay still as a corpse as Sugarboy got to work. Brown hued eyes watched closely as runes were written across his chest - All of which, sadly, were beyond his own comprehension. His head gently canted to the side if not but for a moment, curious as to how much this might actually hurt.

The Seer does as he's told, sipping ever so lightly upon the ball of holy water before his lips. The room soon falls dark as the candles and braziers are snuffed out, faint sources of light about the room beyond the glowing crimson among the floor. It was all overseen by the darkened cyan wisps, only adding into the eeriness of it all as they carelessly floated about.

A heavy hiss of pain parts from Cruxati's Chieftain as the tendrils dig into the hole of his chest. Eyes shutting tight, teeth grit and grinding, he's barely able to listen into the incantation Ezmara's Chieftain utters.

With the exorcism comes more light into the room, water and blood alike shining brilliantly through the dark. It overtakes what corruption may be resting within his ethereal connection. One could see its effects within the wisps - Steam stemming from their forms as their brilliant hue is slowly regained.

Just like that, the lights were back on. Tototl, however, was wheezing after it all had finished - Or at least had just begun. Half-lidded eyes shift their attention towards Sugarboy for a mere moment before shutting again.

At least Tototl could feel the tether released from corruption.
(Tototl)
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[14:42] Well, the tricky part out of the way, Sugarboy would begin working on the tangible he understood. Radiant light would flow in, numbing the area before the spirit's blessing would wear off, if it would. From there, mana flowed through his bloodstream to detect disconnects and blockages.

It appeared there was some external damage to the heart as the blow strike clean through the chest and ribcage. However, the Chieftain had learned from the past. Where he used to carelessly replace with prosthetics, he was reminded of Eihpraem's little lesson on preserving as much of an undead as possible, as it preserved their essence.

It was the same for the living, Sugarboy replaced Kuhn's heart, removing his love for the tribes and leaving a metallic void he sought to fill with wealth. No, he would save Tototl this time around. Pulling from the trauma kit would be a orichalchum mesh that would be put around his heart and cauterized into place. With the Chief'sstrong energy coursing through his circuits, it would run through the mesh and cause it to compress, making his heart beat. It kept his heart and would allow it to beat almost as hard as in his youth.

With that, blood vessels were reattached, mithril was added where bone in the sternum was missing, skin would be stretched across and carefully cauterized.

Passing a lollipop over, he would smile towards his brother. "Finally got to leave a little caretaker's mark on ya~" He'd grin, pulling out a joint to light with a snap of his fingers before offering it to the seer.
(Sugarboy)
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[14:52] Cruxati's Chieftain seemed a tad more settled as holy mana numbed the hole within his chest. Spirits, where would he be now without a man as dedicated as Sugarboy? Closing his eyes once more, he prepares for what work was needed from then on out.

It was one thing to have a tendril snap through one's body and reel you in like a fish on a hook, but it was all another feeling to have another heal and handle a heart. It was foreign, careful hands delicately placing a mesh about the vital organ. As it's cauterized to his heart, Tototl lets out a heavy hiss of pain - He holds restraint, thankfully, and doesn't jolt on up.

Tanned hands grip the bed, wracking the sheets beneath him as bones and skin are healed or replaced. His first surgery, and by the Spirits Cruxati's Chieftain was taking it like a champ.

Once it's all said and done, a weak chuckle parts from the Gehennan as he takes the lollipop in between his digits. Exhaustedbrown hues peer down at his chest - Only to have a laugh rise up and out of him. "Perfection, Sugarboy. Don't ah... Don't know how you do it, truthfully." A grin is flash on back before he takes the joint in his other hand. Taking a long drag he'd puff it out towards the empty area beside them.
(Tototl)
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[15:06]
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[15:14] "Magic must defeat magic. I'll remember that."

A smile and a nod would begiven towards her instructor as Dothalina began to channel mana into her arms and while Sugarboy cleaned his wounds with Holy Water and runes she'd use her knowledge of time magic to reverse the damage to the tissue and remove many of the bruises that decorated his muscular body. It's the least she could do to help out, seeing as how she wasn't fully capable of healing him on her own. Even she could tell that whoever did this to him was in a completely different league then she was.

Cerulean eyes widened as the girl watched in awe at the exorcism Sugarboy had performed, her small head sporadically jerking from left to right to switch focus between him and the injured Gehennan. Never before had she witnessed a healing technique of this caliber and there was a good chance she never would, thus making the moment all that more precious. That is if she could calm herselfdown long enough to enjoy it.

"Mr. Sugarboy! Are you alright?"


(Dothalina Wittenburg)
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[15:28] Ezmara's Chieftain had collapsed into his chair, having lost a lot of blood and exerted a lot of mana, he was quite worse for wear. He would laugh as the seer and him passed the joint back and forth.

"I'll be fine.. No real shape to fight in the war.. but I'll rest up, hydrate, and I'll be good to take care of our warriors after." He'd nod, reassuring the Chieftain that we should still march to aid Huangzhou.

He'd look back to his pink student. "If you're willing to stick around a bit, I could use the extra hands later. I can give ya a better lesson then and you can get some good practice- things like this don't make for a good first lesson." He'd say with a smirk, taking a drag and letting it slowly rolls from his lips.

"So Whattya say, Dot? I got a first aid kit loaded up with everything you could need." He'd say throwing a thumb over his shoulder to a shelf filled with metal briefcases.
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[15:36] With his chest healed he'd begin rising from the bed, a slow and gradual huff of air parting during the motion. Out of the frying pan and into the fire - Spirits, the man would be fighting just after he finished getting patched up. Not that he minded, truthfully.

Snapping his neck from side to side with a light 'pop' upon each motion he'd begin to gather his things. "As always, though, thank you Sugarboy - And Dot." He'd regard them with a gentle nod. Slinging the cloak about his form he'd work the clasp to hold it in place; Soon after the energy and reika-stained mask follows, placing itself back to hide most of his facial features. His armor was adorned once more, Mythril plates carefully pressed back into their latches.

"If any of you need something ah... Merely ask. I've a number of reagents and such if need be." Should the joint be passed back to him he'd take a drag, puffing it out towards his left. Those cyan wisps that drifted about the trio began to fixate themselves back on the Seer.

Corners of a smile begin to peek out of the mask. There was no longer a heavy, looming presence of judgement for the man to feel constantly. "Beyond that ah... Spirits protect, both of you, I'll be in the square or in the fields if I'm needed."
(Tototl)
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[15:55] Though Dothalina would please to hear that there would be more opportunities for her to master her craft she was upset with seeing how Sugarboy "relaxed." After being damn near sucked dry of his own blood and drained of mana instead of resting in bed the man would begin to smoke a blunt.

"You know that joint isn't going to help you Mr. Sugar. You should be resting in bed somewhere, I can take everything from here regarding Mr. Tototl. Go lay down."

After her scolding she'd shift her entire body towards Tototl giving him a reassuring nod before speaking. "And you should be more careful. Some rest and time away from the battlefield would do some justice as well. Your body is your temple, you can't continue to wear and tear at it and not expect negative consequences."

Hands would be placed on her hips as she shook her head back and forth, switching glances between the two men that had visibly upset her. "You two are almost as bad as the boys my age. Maybe it's just a male thing. You all are so reckless."
(Dothalina Wittenburg)
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[16:02]
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[16:08] Ocean blue eyes would be set on the pink figure as she set out to put the two elders in their place. He would let out a laugh, "Oh sweetheart, I'm an Alchemist, soothing reed has medicinal applications~" Mostly for numbing pain, but hey, it didn't hurt to have a couple puffs.

"But you know, now that you mention it, a nap does sound nice. Replenish my mana before the soldiers come rolling in." He'd say standing up and popping his back a few times.

"Maybe I can find Sugarmomma around for some cuddles~" He'd say with a heaty chuckle as he made his way out of the door.
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[16:14] As the youth's scorn is turned to him, Cruxati's Chieftain chuckles along with Sugarboy. At least there was some fire among Gehenna still. "Agartha is wartorn, sadly. What I fought was for the betterment of our Tribes - A possible addition to our arsenal."

The aged cloak rolls in a shrug, his exhausted gaze lightening up between the two. "I wear my scars proudly. Spirits know it's what makes a Gehennan at times beyond ah... Our sacrifices." He'd nod sagely, beginning to follow Sugarboy on out.

"As for recklessness? You've got it about right." Another muffled chuckle parts from Cruxati's Chieftain. "Us Gehennans are reckless, but we get the work done no matter the cost."
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[16:18] Dothalina's face would twist into a horrified look at she heard Sugarboy mention finding his "Sugarmomma" to "cuddle" with. Sex in itself was a weird thought to her, but old people sex? Yeah it just couldn't get any worse then that. She'd gag a few times before catching herself as she watched the two men head out of the door, continuing to laugh the situation off as if it was nothing.

"The both of you could have very well lost your lives and hear you are laughing about it like it's nothing? Shame on you both!" And then she'd turn around to fold her arms across her chest, shaking her head in disappointment at the two men and the situation in itself. Being a nurse was a lot more then what people made it out to be, but she knew this is what she wanted to do, yet it was still an eye opener.
(Dothalina Wittenburg)
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[16:19] Sugarboy says, "Hehe, it's all apart of the Status quo, Dot~"
[16:20] Sugarboy says, "Just goin with the flow~"