Medic App 3

[06:28] Yukio entered Myllenoris with a Kitsune in tow, walking not too far behind him before taking a seat upon one of the benches within the area.

"--As I was saying, this is Myllenoris. I don't have many friends here, but over there is Tonak, I've bee helping him gather materials to further his crafts." A gesture towards the floating Ookami was given.

"Things here are peaceful for the most part, save for a few... discrepancies but those seem to be at a minimum for the time-being. I hope to keep it that way as well."
(Yukio)
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[06:28] In a moment of impulse, Asta twirls the crown about and finally, shoots it off her finger, up into the air.

It maneuvers mid-air onto her head. And as it does, the reddish-purple gem embedded into this solid arcanium relic shimmers with awakened power.

The High Lady's eyes seem to brighten, some. The irises become a more brilliant, light shade of blue. Her voice carries a different tone.

"If that is your price," she says. "Then so, you shall be paid in a bucket of water. Elred, if you don't mind, find a pail of water and bring it up to the tower's top floor. My chambers. Weiss, you're with us."

Asta turns around.

"Well, 'Brother Bastiel,' if you want to continue our conversation, let's get that wound dressed. I'm afraid I don't have a proper doctor ready for you, here, should that wound require more than mere dressing."
(Asta Hargrave)
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[06:29] Khiora Zoruin says, "Actually."
[06:29] "I see, so that's how it is then..."

She inhales. She exhales.

Biru points out her finger at Tonak, menacingly. The blacksmith hit her pride, the so called great-teraphim-pride of doom that everybody's heard about at least once in their lives. Yes. "You inconsiderate, degenerate, selfish mutt! You give presents to my elders but are unwilling to help and support the youth of this nation?!"

"You have ores for our leaders but uh-oh nothing left for the people? Hypocrite! Liar! Monster! Thief!"

The child unbuckles her diary, her pencil drifting widly against the sheet. "I curse you for all eternity!" She flips her book, revealing the drawing. It's basically but covered in faeces and kicking beggars as he passes by.

"That's how HISTORY will remember you!"

is there a thing such as persuasion check in this game? :D
(Biru)
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[06:30] Basically Tonak*
(Biru)
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[06:31] Tonak Botcher says, "...."
[06:31] Aerilon Tsuchai says, "...."
[06:31] Biru exclaims, "....!"
[06:31] Elred nods "As you wish" he stated before heading off to face the wounded man a pail of water. It seems he could prove useful to the High Lady, but that was yet to be determined -yet-.

He'd make haste with this request not wanting to keep his Lady waiting.

"I shall be there shorty."
(Elred Yindove)
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[06:31] Weiss Anam says, "Scuse' me a moment."
[06:31] "Wow, that's pretty nice... I wish I could say the same about where I'm from. Someone got their arm broken in the middle of the square when I was shopping for clothes." Ren replied.

A yawn escaped the tired kitsune and the bench was looking rather appealing. Though, it would be rude to fall asleep in a public area, right? He looked towards Yukio, then pointed to a tree. "Hey, I think Imma take a nap... I've been traveling for a while."

"I should be up in a few hours though..."
(Ren)
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[06:32] Yukio says, "Ah... right. I should take a nap as well but it seems something interesting is going on."
[06:33] Ren says, "Yeah..."
[06:33] The young woman would slowly raise her hands in interjection as she would slowly give a small explanation. She would slowly raise her hand as she calmly would reply to the actual comment.

"Actually. I would love the medical practice when it comes to tending with wounds. Its always so fun to deal with the inner workings of others. And its also a useful set of skills to use whenever the time has calls for it."

She said giving a relaxed sigh.
(Khiora Zoruin)
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[06:33] Ren says, "But-- I've gotta sleep. Night, Yukio."
[06:34] All of a sudden the happy young man would soon become silent. The boy would look and just be silent.

"...."

Soon the ookami would begin to growl. Selfish? Degenerate? These were true and heck he laugh if it were just these words. But Mutt is where she fuck herself. "You...clearly...step your line." He say casually floating to her raising a hand to her face.

"So fly."
(Tonak Botcher)
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[06:34] A powerful wind blast would send Biru flying off the bench
(Tonak Botcher)
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[06:35] Ran in front of Tonak to protect Biru! This is not how we treat each other!
(Weiss Anam)
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[06:36] xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
(Biru)
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[06:37]
An amused snort follows. It's that same acrid stench of charcoal and booze, saturated so thoroughly within one another that they seemed to be inseparable. After a day full of fighting, Bastiel had imagine that this encounter would have went far askew. But all was well, still.

One hand outstretches towards Khiora, beckoning her to his side. It's not precisely commanding; there's a bubbly, friendly sort of bounciness to the way he moves. It makes him more seem like he's eager than expectant. That soon after is tempered with another drunken remark;

"C'mon, then; you're just the sort I'd like to have prowlin' through my inner workings. You got a name to share, or'm I going to be left wondering what'd fit you while we walk?"

He laughs at his own remark, going to take up the tail-end of their procession to the tower. After the momentary side-bar, his eyes are fixed back firm to the High Lady.

(Bastiel)
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[06:45] A relaxed sigh would be given towards the young male. She would take a look at the young males eyes. As she would slowly place her hand upon her hip. A small fit of wonder would be given towards the young male in question.

"Khiora Zoruin. I will be your doctor for today."

She spoke, as she would extend a look even further. Wondering if the young male was able to speak about his distress properly. She would slowly scratch her head in an astounded fashion. She would slowly remove a tree branch from her pocked and drag a line in the sand.

"One thing before we continue. Walk in a straight line upon this indentation in the sand. Walk on as if it were a tightrope alright? If you can do this, I will understand how to treat you even further afterwards."

She uttered. It was certainly a long day for the Rhoynish female. However the ride would often never end for her anyways.
(Khiora Zoruin)
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[06:45] Biru stumbles backwards, the book is sent flying in the airs as she throws her arms into the skies in a failed attempt to catch herself. The child finds herself down on her rear, one hand resting on her side, the other pressing tightly against the bruised skin.

She sits there in utter shock, speechless.

She didn't expect the blacksmith to take her and react also, so seriously. Persuasion gone wrong in it's finest.

(Biru)
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[06:46] Bastiel says, "... I'll meet you in the tower in a momen', yer ladyship."
[06:47] Asta seems mildly annoyed that the actual, qualified 'doctor' has interrupted her quality time with this stranger that she wished to know more of.

She steps off to the side and folds her arms cautiously.

"Yes, yes," she says.

"He's 'hammered' as they say. He won't be able to do that. But, I'll leave you to it."

She turns around and briefly takes a moment to observe the situation happening with Biru and Botcher.

She lifts her nose up to it. It's beneath her. Surely, Weiss could handle it, anyway.

"Top floor. The tower," the High Lady says, rather commandingly.
(Asta Hargrave)
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[06:48] Although he was a bit late to protect the child from the battering wind, Weiss still jumped to and grabbed hold of Tonak's arm. His expression grimaced at the sight of their own villager hurting another.

"What do you think you're doing?! That was wrong of you!" He raised his voice.

A forceful toss of Tonak's arm may behest their direction to face Weiss now, though it would be best if they did it willingly. A finger went to point at Biru as he shamed Tonak next.

"This is our kin, our friends and another villager like you and I! You cannot treat them like so. Apologize!"
(Weiss Anam)
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[06:49] Tonak Botcher says, "...."
[06:52] As Beru is launched backwards, Aerilon raises an eyebrow at the strange affair. He makes no attempt to intervene, but a single Peony flower shoots up from its bush, petals grasping around the journal like a dog leaping at a frisbee.

There's a small puff of pollen as the force of the throw strikes the flower, but it gently snakes its way back into the earth, laying the book into the soft grass next to it.

Without a word or making eye contact with anyone remaining in the scene, he turns, wandering back towards the vale.
(Aerilon Tsuchai)
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[06:52]
"S'jus a broken arm. Bone's break is clean, except for th'bits of bone that're pokin' me reaaal good when I try to move it, missus."

He seemed all there, besides the onerous injuries and that rampant alcoholism. Now that Kiora's close, he leans in and languidly glances over her. As one would expect, the eyes of the brutish Drakanite are yellow slits - clearly reptillian, free of proper pupils. Atop his skull sits two winding horns.

Nothing unnatural, and no notable bruising around the face. No real reason to imagine there's a concussion. His lips twist in an amused smile, taking a long moment to gather his breath. The good hand he has remaining for easy use extends towards the tower.

"Les' say you n' I get comfortable, aye? Get a seat so you can splint my arm and clean the wound. Gotta make it swift, t'not keep our precious Ladyship waiting too long for my charming mug."

Bastiel didn't wait for an answer. That languid arm outstretches, trying to hook under the strange doctor's shoulder and haul her over there. He wasn't one to rush, but a diplomatic situation spawned by undue delay would be awkward.

(Bastiel)
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[06:53] Aerilon Tsuchai says, "Do try to be better."
[06:54] Khiora Zoruin says, "Mmmh."
[06:54] Tonak would see. He would see that his hard work. His efforts. This what his grandfather spoke of. People would use him but it was up to him to how he would take it. Mutt. A racial slur used to degrade ookami. They might not see as a big deal. But they see tears in his eyes. Tears of pain from people he thought he trusted.

"...."

He would simply just stop.

"...."

They showed they would attack him. Even though his wind attack wouldn't really cause serious harm. He held back his full force. The ookami would then just gaze. "I apologize for my actions."

Tonak would wipe his face but they would see all inspiration and joy he had. Was totally gone. Being a teen his emotions were at the all time high. "Im going home..."
(Tonak Botcher)
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[06:54] Khiora Zoruin says, "That much is true."
[06:54] Khiora Zoruin says, "Take care Tonak."
[06:54] Khiora Zoruin says, "Come, lets go."
[06:55] Khiora Zoruin says, "No primary water sources."
[06:55] Bastiel says, "Fuckin' hell. Nowhere to sit. Cold stone work for you? Bit tough on the ass, but-..."
[06:56] Bastiel says, "There's a bucket of water layin' around. I was gonna use it to wash up. But cleanin' wounds works."
[06:56] Khiora Zoruin says, "Ah."
[06:56] Khiora Zoruin says, "Well if you can get it swiftly. I can start cleaning it as I go."
[06:56] Khiora Zoruin says, "Funny enough, you arent the first broken arm I have dealt with."
[06:56] Khiora Zoruin says, "At least in this year."
[06:58] Khiora Zoruin says, "Alright."
[07:03] Bastiel says, "Hn-"
[07:04] Bastiel says, "Lots of fighting. Inescapable and unpleasant. Well- for others. I enjoy it. The feeling of letting blood."
[07:04] Khiora Zoruin says, "You and me both."
[07:05] Bastiel says, "As do the outlanders, apparently. Relishing a challenge. Osronan priests, intruding on my land..."
[07:05] Bastiel says, "Comedic gold."
[07:06] The young woman would slowly yet firmly grasp the young male's arm. And with the nearby bucket that was found, she would slowly proceed to wash away the wounds to prevent infection within the patient. Nothing feels worse than having a bloody wound cared for and not sanitized or cleaned.

She would rub the towel against the young male's arm with a sense of relaxation. She did not have enough sedative to deal or dodge the pain given towards the male. However, this issue needed to be taken care of first and foremost.

"Now, Next is the other part."

The young woman would take out another set of wooden splints, refined from the wood that she had collected earlier. Due to her having little magical prowess, the process would have to go much more carefully. She would exhale slowly. As she placed the splints on each side of the arm.

As the wood was placed towards the respective sides of each arm. She would wrap the splint with effective and sturdy wrapping. Making sure to maintain the previous structure of the bone, so that it may fuse like new..

"Alright. Done. You are going to have to hold out for a while. But after that. You should be fine."

She spoke giving the male a thumbs up.
(Khiora Zoruin)
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[07:12]
Obligatory winces and grunts follow every step of her process.

It wasn't terribly painful, but the silence felt awkward and idle grumblings were preferred over conversation. There was still a great deal left to be done in the immediate future, and so little time to spare for these indulgences he took for himself.

Medical aid was non-essential, in his eyes.

The towel scrubs off blood and dirt clotted over the wound. When it had been effusively bleeding, he'd packed it with mud; an excellent clotting agent, apparently - if not a sanitary one. With the splint applied and work done, he gingerly closes his hand.

"I'll hold out just fine,"
he grunts, voice raw while he strains those damaged muscles. He turns around, and goes to slip a handful of coins into Khiora's pocket; and a quiet few words shared after. The looming specter of the High Lady awaits.

"A little something to show my thanks. Name's Bastiel."

(Bastiel)
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[07:12] Khiora Zoruin says, "Good to hear."
[07:12] Echoed footsteps. A black and white-clad figure emerges from the upper level. Standing above the duo, is the High Lady, looking a little irritated and impatient.

"You still look terrible," she says.
(Asta Hargrave)
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[07:12] Bastiel whispers: Come see me in Theria for a few free drinks, aye? Got a fancy for good healers.
[07:12] Khiora Zoruin says, "Eat a balanced diet, don't smoke, and don't do anything to crazy."
[07:12] Bastiel says, "Can't make no promises bou' the last one."
[07:13] Khiora Zoruin says, "Then you can promise to come out the one alive if you break it."
[07:14] Bastiel says, "Aha. Now tha' one, I can see about..."
[07:14] Bastiel asks, "I'm sure I'll be dragged in in tatters fer y'to fix again soon. Practically lookin' forward to it. But- ah- scatter for now, aye?"
[07:15] Khiora Zoruin says, "Of course."
[07:15] Khiora Zoruin says, "Don't want to keep your friend waiting."
[07:15] Asta Hargrave says, "Friend."
[07:15] Khiora Zoruin asks, "Aquaintance?"
[07:16] Bastiel says, "Amicable stranger."
[07:16] Asta Hargrave says, "Yes."
[07:16] Khiora Zoruin says, "The point is he's all yours now."
[07:16] Khiora Zoruin says, "Have a good day both of you."
[07:17] And with that. Khiora waves the two goodbye as the Rhoynur picked up her equipment and left.
(Khiora Zoruin)
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