Ita Med 1

[15:29] "I wasn't saying his death was a rumor, Lady Melora, but what does that have to do with-"

Ita is, needless to say, taken off guard by the entrance of...Is that a lizard? She blinks, rubs her eyes, blinks again, and squints.

No, no. This time her eyes aren't failing her. Whoa. It's actually a lizard. Whoa. But just as she doesn't mention the strange little tapping gestures that Arlo and her perform as greeting, she doesn't make mention of the god damn reptile that's appeared to be babied by the noble woman. Even she can tell it doesn't look too happy about it either. Poor thing...

"...Yes. Of course, Lady Melora. Thanks for allowing the two of us to speak freely," she mutters, casting a quick sideways glance to her fellow Suddite.

"You wanting to stick around and learn too? Might be useful to know this stuff."
(Ita)
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[15:35] "Agree to disagree, I guess. I ain't big on my history, but I know that the strongest or most talented or whatever most competent folks there are usually rise to the top. It stays that way for a while, and then their kids take over, and their kids' kids take over, and so on. To folks who value strength --" and Arlo didn't seem to be specifically gesturing to himself, as if not to count himself among that number, "-- that seems just as senseless."

"But yeah, whatever. This is over one candidate, and we ain't here to discuss the finer points of someone's electability." It wasn't particularly complicated politics, but it still irked Arlo to think about it. They were putting a lot of responsibility over Sudbury to the hands of one person - even voting itself was an incredibly pressure-filled decision.

"I guess I'l stick around, Itty. Ain't like I got anythin' better to do right now." It soon occurs to him that his hand is still around Ita's shoulder. He glances around, gives her shoulder a squeeze, and finally puts his hand back.
(Arlo Waters)
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[15:44] Melora merely nods her head, the words taken into consideration. Or at least, it seemed that way- who knows with nobles! Her brows knitted in concentration before she gestures for the oversized lizard to follow as she takes a seat in the nearby chair. The lizard immediately scrambles up onto her lap as she makes a soft 'ooph'.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" The five feet of reptilians menace to society flicks its tongue out and flops its head onto the tabletop. Like a dog waiting for headpats.

Which it soon gets.

"I know what magics Arlo use- or one of them! But what about you, Ita. Yes yes! It is important to the lesson..." She'd muse as she started sifting through her satchels. Small containers labeled and placed atop the table as she gestured for the two to sit after the debate of one candidate.

And Melora's overwhelming paranoia. Sheesh.
(Melora cos Moralis)
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[15:45] Ita starts doing that thing that she does a lot. You know, where she looks a little nervous.

"I uh. I actually don't use much magic, Lady Melora. I'm working on it," she replies, rubbing her opposite arm. The Tirel retainer, now student, obliges and takes a seat.

"Is that going to be a problem?"
(Ita)
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[15:48] The urchin nods and stretches out his arms, before taking the seat at the opposite side. Once again did he lean a little too far backwards, just enough for people to be reasonably concerned that he'll fall back and shatter his skull or something. "Yeah. I'm plannin' on teachin' her everthing I know about illusion magic, just like I did for ya."

"So... let's assume she knows nothin' about magic. Sure."
(Arlo Waters)
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[15:56] "It's of little matter, merely take what you learn here and apply it once you've managed to dip your fingers into illusionary magics."

It honestly made it easier for her.

"Many potions, salves, and minor healing ingredients are infused with the mana of a magus. Tis why you won't see non-magi doing as well as magi in alchemy. And the ones that claim they are, are in fact, subconsciously applying mana throughout the tonics and tinctures they create."

A pause soon follows. "The same could be said for medical. It is much less prominent, but statistically, a magi is going to have a higher chance of saving someone in need of treatment, over a non-magi." Her hands slide across the tabletop for a moment. Before she taps it a few times and-

The massive sewer lizard flopped onto the tabletop. Sprawling out. "So, whenever I teach medical. I like to incorporate the magics of my students into it. Illusion, an art to 'convince someone that which isn't real, is real.'" She'd nod towards Arlo. "He taught me everything I know about it."

She'd pat her pet as she spoke onwards. "Many will say that Holy is the best magic for numbing injuries. I, however, have found that if a patient is willing you can tap into their leylines and convince them that the wound is far less dangerous than they first believed. Or transport their psyche to an entirely different scenario."

"This, will allow you to work on more visceral needs such as amputation or limb replacement without much of a hassle. Especially, as I said, if the patient willingly opens themselves up to the illusion. Arlo will teach you everything you need to know on how to do that- but. You understand the concept, yes?"
(Melora cos Moralis)
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[16:01] Ita listens intently, leaned forward with hands folded on her lap. A far cry from Arlo's charismatic, lax, and even dangerous teetering in his chair. She's heard about some of this before in other places- the tendency for magi, even subconsciously, to excel beyond their non-magi peers in all manner of things.

Hearing it had certainly made her feel less like a boring dud. Then she was still. Well. Boring. But definitely not a dud.

There's a soft 'eep' of surprise as the lizard thuds onto the table in all its reptilian glory, startling her and drawing attention away from the Lady Moralis.

"Oh um, yes. I know a little about how illusions work. I can see that being real useful, yeah."

She's been subjected to at least one very convincing and pleasant one. Ita can already see how such a thing would be a boon on an operating table. A patient that wasn't in agony and struggling against a scalpel was more liable to get the treatment they needed without the flailing that would otherwise come from panic and shock.
(Ita)
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[16:07] Arlo's leaning continues, the chair now standing on two plain legs. "Yeah. I ain't considered a use for Illusion magic in healin' people before. Now that ya mention it, it makes sense. No more direct a way to calm someone down by changin' their senses via magic. If they can't feel pain, they ain't gonna worry about it." He raises a finger.

"Still, problem with that is ya either sustain the illusion or knock 'em out somehow. That pain'll definitely be there by the time the illusion ends. So... it shouldn't be the only thing ya do to help a patient out." With as little medical knowledge that he had, he did know that what would hurt sharply in the moment would still hurt for a while after the moment.

Then, perhaps just showing off or creating an environment more conducive to study, Arlo snapped his fingers. The landscape around them shifted and changed for a bit, until they were at what appeared to be a triage tent. The sounds of moaning, wheezing, and coughing surrounded them... and it was then that he realized that was perhaps too much.

He pinched his fingers close, and the sound grew quieter until it was no longer there. Now they were simply sitting at an empty operating table... with a lizard on it.
(Arlo Waters)
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[16:17] "Of course not. I'd recommend a different field of magic but!-" She watched the show of illusionary magic with a momentary 'hmm'... His creativity was slowly rubbing off on her, the illusionary world he'd created momentary, but soon she'd carefully pluck the massive lizard off, which it seemed most displeased about, and let it flop onto the carpet.

Something more believable, perhaps...

The rippling of the environment was careful, yet not much changed. It was instead someone 'being there'. A face familiar to Arlo, unknown to Ita, and known quite well to Melora.

Sitting crossed legged on the table was a toned, powerful looking tanned woman. Clearly a farmhand from Messaris. "This, is Filia. My retainer- well an image of her. At the moment I believe she's tending to some personal things of her own." The faux moves on its own, offering a confident wave of the fingers and a proud little grin.

But, she did look a little being 'tired'. That was likely due to the faux figure's injury. It was something simple. A laceration down along her rightmost arm, a slender cut, none too deep.

"She's been practicing her axeplay lately... She did come home injured once, a cut from a blade. She went a little too hard with her tutor..." The woman mused, before slowly retrieving one of the nearby salves and popping open the cap.

"This, Ita. Is Lax essence. It helps calm the wound. Useful for the 'end' of the illusion. First and foremost though, when you're bringing someone out of a state of illusionary stupor, do so slowly when it comes to the wound. Ease the pain back in- AFTER, applying the Lax Essence. That way it won't be as jarring to the patient."

Her hand wraps around the faux images arm carefully. "And before applying such salve, clean the wound. Preferably with a medicinal alcohol. Using strongspirits should be a last measure if you cannot afford proper medical supplies." She'd add with a click of her tongue. Another container with a clear liquid soon gently floated over the faux injury. Droplets waving in the air, untouched by gravity before she sprinkled them carefully over the cut.

And begun wiping it down with a cloth. "Make sure to always clean your tools afterwards. Cloths, pliers, scaples. Basic things."
(Melora cos Moralis)
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[16:23] Ita finds the sudden shift in illusory environment jarring. Probably because she can hear the very obvious sounds of agony of other human beings. Once that's gone she's a little more well adjusted to the idea of it all. She knows on some level it's an illusion, sure, but it's convincing enough for her.

Arlo must've taught Melora well, because another illusions manifests within this imagined scape- that of a woman, a stranger, but obviously the subject of the latest lesson.

She's finding more and more the usefulness of this magic. 'Fake' or not, she's seen it applied in more different ways than she could have initially thought.

The Tirel retainer watches, rapt, but a little nauseated. Much like the surgery she's witnessed the idea of seeing injuries doesn't please her.

"So...so you'd put them in an illusion to start. To keep them calm. Then you'd do your work or whatever needs to be done, and before you let the magic go, you put that on to make it easier."

It all tracks and makes sense, an almost mechanical order of operation to these things.

"Keeping things clean is super important. Right?"
(Ita)
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[16:25] The magus, after having cast his illusion about, seems content to sit around and just watch the lesson as it happens. A two-finger salute in the illusory Filia's direction, and the boy was then ready to sit back and dissociate for a while. He was thankful that he wasn't the one having to ply a practice in medicine this time around. This time around? Whatever.

"Oi, oi. Ain't ya supposed to stitch the wound ogether too and everythin'? I ain't a genius, but it's gotta be sealed before it can heal right." Apparently some hidden, deeply tucked away instinct of Arlo's still compelled him to wax as if he knew anything about surgery, let alone medicine as a whole.

Weird.
(Arlo Waters)
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[16:35] "No. See." She'd raise the arm a bit, this time giving them a better angle to view the laceration.

Long as it was, it didn't part the skin. Already, the flow of blood had been quenched and nothing but the cleaning of the wound to stop infection, had been taken care of. "A superficial injury. One that annoys, but hasn't caused any serious harm. For a non-magi, there might be a need for stitches due to the slow healing process. For us? That'd be wasteful. Watch."

Slowly she begins to sway her hand from side to side. And the healing process would commence. Formed through the illusion, what would normally take a week or so of mere time was slowly amounting to the wound healing.

The cleaned cut scabbing over, the scab fading away to a light pink, the pink fading away entirely.

No scar remained of it. Her hand pausing afterwards. "Excessiveness would leave unneeded scarring. One needs to be able to tell which injury, requires which. Notice how it was not deep enough to cause constant bloodflow. Bandages would solve an injury like this in a short period of time."

Her hand slides away, slowly resting at the Illusion's leg. Which, 'Filia' would than raise.

This, was something far more grotesque. "One time, Filia decided to practice against a Knight. For some foolish reason, she didn't wear any armored boots. One miss-step, and he accidentally pulped her toe due to a lack of protection. If she wasn't as sturdy as she was, then this thing wouldn't be salvageable."

It looked quite nasty. The toenail had been ripped clean off, the skin was purple and bruise, bloated. And most notably it was split open to the point where one could see bone.

"But even so. As a magi she was sturdy enough that this? This was merely a temporary wound. You clean, you wash, and you stitch it up proper." Her hands moved on automatically. Step by step, cleaning the wound thoroughly, whilst the illusionary retainer seemed zoned out- in a 'trance' so to speak. Stitching it up, applying the lax essence, and than binding it with bandages.
(Melora cos Moralis)
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[16:41] This time around, medicine is her job. Wait...

No. That doesn't make sense. She doesn't know much about doctoring, but she does know the importance of sanitation. And gloves.

The illusion is a little clearer for the myopic Suddite to see- a construct built from mana and directly influencing her sense, less prone to the affects of her poor vision. It's a drawback that she sees the full detail of the grisly foot wound. At least when she'd witnessed the surgery the other day it hadn't been quite so gruesome.

As Lady Melora explains, the injury on the arm had only been minor. It had looked alarming, but in reality hadn't really been life threatening. This medicine thing might take a more practiced eye than she realized. There'll be no slapping mud on it and calling it a day.

Which, really, she feels like is a shame for one reason or another.

"And stitching. Is it like...doing clothes and stuff? I can do a little of that," she reasons. Granted, she has no current examples on her, since Ita's not wearing her godawful grungy coat. Oh, how she misses it so.
(Ita)
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[16:44] Arlo waved a hand off. "In a serious fight, we can only be so lucky to get li'l nicks like that. I'd say she'd have gotten off lucky, but then..." Yeah, there's that other cut there. The urchin placed his hands behind his head, mulling over a thing or two. "Oh, yeah. I guess those're the steps, huh," he mumbles to himself.

"Identify the wound, check on the patient's condition, wash it, treat it... so on." The steps of first-aid. Maybe it was something Arlo just heard here or there. Who knows. "Can't say I got the fingers for needlework. Proably would wind up hurtin' myself more than I could wind up hurtin' someone I was tryin' to fix up."
(Arlo Waters)
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[16:49] "It is both more rough and more precise than commonplace needlework. Working on cloth, is not like working on skin. Then there is the proper materials needed. You'll want a certain type of thin thread, medical kinds that can dissolve. Or, to utilize your magic creatively."

She'd add. "But that can take practice, and unfortunately Illusion does not have much in actual physical touch. Crystals for example can be melted down by the caster and green ones can be used to seal the wound shut. Gravity, if you focus it on a base that I- I haven't even got a word for it! Can force bones together. Though, it'd need something such as time to hasten the healing process and metabolism of the body."

She'd add slowly. "Kind of like pinching glue together, and waiting for it to try. An alternative to needles and threads." Her hands folded together. Not once had Melora actually touched the wound. The movements of her hands had been close to it, but- more or less gravitational force handed just about everything.

"Magic oriented medicine rewards creativity." She'd clap her hands together, the illusionary woman disappearing and the salves, and such 'vanishing' back to their rightful spot.

Unopened and unused.

"That is all for today. Unless you've come to master it beforehand, we'll focus on the more mentally straining injuries. Hexes, curses, illusionary mind-meddling. So on and so fourth. Things more internal and mental, than external and physical."
(Melora cos Moralis)
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[16:54] Ita feels a LOT like she should be taking notes.

Which she's definitely not doing. And it would probably be wildly embarrassing putting her godawful chicken scratch on display for the world, and nobility, to see. But she pays attention, she nods along, and does her best to absorb what she's told and observed through the power of illusion.

It's a lot, but she feels at least a little capable of rising to the occasion, which is more than 'utterly clueless'.

"I can practice a little more than when I get some magic down. And...if I find anyone with some scrapes. Or something."

Suddies are always getting into roughhousing, and working for a military household will be sure to have other opportunities for practicing all manner of things both minor and major. It's a wonder the Tirel's don't already have a magi physician. Or perhaps they do?

A part of the illusion breaks, the containers and the subject disappearing from the environs.

"Right. Thanks again, Lady Melora. I'll be sure to come back whenever's good for you."

In the mean time there's practice to consider. Ita reaches over, nudges Arlo with her elbow, and drops her voice.
(Ita)