Medic App 2

[01:20] Tea exclaims, "The world is my elephant!"
[01:20] Khiora Zoruin says, "First you attempt to mug a person, and ran upon on a few."
[01:20] Khiora Zoruin says, "Or at least I heard."
[01:20] Tea says, "...."
[01:20] Tea asks, "I fought some guy in the woods and stole his clothes - you want 'em?"
[01:20] Khiora Zoruin says, "Im good."
[01:20] Sycophant asks, "Like, all of his clothes?"
[01:20] Tea says, "Yes."
[01:20] Anya Tala asks, "Did he have any change on him?"
[01:21] Khiora Zoruin asks, "How are your injuries?"
[01:21] Sycophant says, "Yeah, I want 'em."
[01:21] Tea says, "No."
[01:21] Tea says, "Ummm."
[01:21] Tea says, "My nose is broken and my arm is broken."
[01:21] Khiora Zoruin says, "......"
[01:22] Sycophant asks, "How do I look?"
[01:22] Khiora Zoruin says, "Lets take care of them."
[01:22] Khiora Zoruin says, "Like a confused farmer and wizard."
[01:22] Anya Tala asks, "Where are you all from?"
[01:22] Tea says, "You smell of weakness."
[01:22] Anya Tala says, "I don't imagine I've known everyone at the tribe."
[01:22] Tea asks, "Are you a doctor?"
[01:22] Khiora Zoruin says, "In-training, yes."
[01:22] Tea says, "Hmmm okay."
[01:22] Tea says, "Fix me up doc."
[01:22] Tea says, "I wanna go punch that Radiant bitch again."
[01:22] Khiora Zoruin says, "Lets ge-"
[01:22] Khiora Zoruin asks, "Wait what the fuck?"
[01:22] Khiora Zoruin asks, "How much people did you fight!?"
[01:22] Anya stands and watches like a good adult.
(Anya Tala)
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[01:23] Tea says, "...."
[01:23] Tea says, "Are you retarded? It's how many, not how much."
[01:23] Tea says, "I didn't even go to school and I know that much."
[01:23] Khiora Zoruin says, "Well good for you."
[01:24] Tea says, "ANyway yeah fix me up."
[01:24] Khiora Zoruin asks, "How often did you draw fisticuffs?"
[01:24] Khiora Zoruin says, "Ugh."
[01:24] Khiora Zoruin says, "Fine."
[01:24] Anya Tala asks, "Miss... Could you fix them up?"
[01:25] Tea asks, "Why are you walking away?"
[01:25] Khiora Zoruin says, "Its a temporary fix to what will ineveitably lead to a permanent one."
[01:25] Arturo says, "Thank you, Yolin. It looks excellent."
[01:25] Khiora Zoruin says, "Im going to grab wood from a tree."
[01:25] Yolin says, "There you go Scorpion."
[01:25] Tea says, "Oh ok."
[01:25] Yolin says, "Thank you."
[01:25] Khiora Zoruin says, "You are going to need some thing to hold those bones in place."
[01:26] Sycophant idly scratches at her lip. This place sure was interesting.
(Sycophant)
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[01:26] Cuts wood
(Khiora Zoruin)
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[01:28] Anya Tala comes back quickly with a giant roast pig, complete with skewers to help facilitate equal sharing, and of course actual pig.

She smiles, towing it on the wagon, which was recently cleaned. She takes a skewer and eats it. Yum, portable food.
(Anya Tala)
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[01:29] Anya Tala exclaims, "Food'saready!"
[01:29] Nox zones out for a moment.
(Nox)
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[01:29] Cerise bites down on tough jerky, wondering if she was scammed....
(Cerise)
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[01:31] Arturo had been busy admiring the handiwork of the leather armor crafted by Yolin, but as the smell of roast pork began to fill the air she tugged at the loose-fitting duster so that the sleeves concealed the protective layer beneath. Normally she was not one for something flashy, but this held a story in it and so an exception was allowed.

As Anya announced the food was ready she rose up and grabbed her own portion with a cant of her head towards the kind chef, "A new set of armor and a fresh-cooked meal?" He asks with a wry smile, "The wheel of fortune turns in our favor tonight."
(Arturo)
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[01:31] Stretching into the air as he would close his eyes for a bit before taking a nap but waking up in a minute before heading somewhere within the walls of Illberg and sleeping. A new place, a new way to become strong.

"Good night Song Bird, Scorpion. I am going to rest up. Night."

He spoke before fully leaving as his eyes seemed tired from all the making of items.
(Yolin)
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[01:31] Anya Tala exclaims, "Night Night Smithy!"
[01:31] Cerise sits cross-legged against the wall and stubbornly eats the cold jerky she bought.
(Cerise)
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[01:31] Anya Tala says, "... Or Nap time I guess."
[01:32] Anya stares at Cerise with a smug smile
(Anya Tala)
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[01:32] Anya Tala exclaims, "Guests are welcome to have some too!"
[01:33] Cerise pouts and gnaws on the same piece of jerky instead of anything fresh.
(Cerise)
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[01:33] Anya waves Basten over to eat some FRESH PIG
(Anya Tala)
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[01:34] Basten asks, "...?"
[01:34] Anya Tala says, "I cooked this for the clan, take a skewer."
[01:38] Scratching at the back of his head, the words sank in a bit, causing the youths brow to raise up in skepticism. "Uh... Sure?" He commented quietly, reaching out an taking his piece. "But uh..." Words cut short as he took a chunk of meat off in a single bite.

Chewing away like a squirrel or hamster, cheeks stretched to their limits. All the while, shaking free his canteen from alongside his waist. Some sips an a heavy gulp. "U-Uh... I'm not exactly a part of the... Clan." Maybe spoken a bit too late, as he'd already nearly finished his piece.

"But I was told this place has rhyonish people... So, I guess?"
(Basten)
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[01:39] Anya Tala says, "Eh, you're fine. This is to help my cooking skills anyway."
[01:39] Anya hops over to the young Drakanite, taking a few pieces and offering it to them.
(Anya Tala)
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[01:40] Anya Tala says, "Oi oi oi~ Don't look so down. Here, have some, on me."
[01:40] Finishes her meal with gusto and once the last of the fatty meat had been swallowed down her gullet she let out and unlady-like reverberating belch to proclaim her compliments to the chef.

"A good meal and a good hunt. This calls for a celebration, I think." Arturo rose and began to sort through the remnants of the boars until a proper needle-like bone was found. The knife at her side rasped as it came free and a few quick strokes saw it sharpened for the purpose.

The Rhoynish woman knelt by the fire and began to scoop out ash into a wooden bowl with a bit of water normally used for drinking and stirred it until the concoction thickened.

Then the needle was dipped into the soot. Her free hand drew back the sleeve on her arm revealing a tanned and toned section of skin which the needle began to pierce in quick accurate motions as she began to work on a self-made tattoo comprised of geometric shapes that formed the outline of a boar.

"..Anyone else care for one?"

(https://i.ibb.co/j3hn1qZ/Boar-Tattoo.png)
(Arturo)
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[01:40] Cerise glances up at Anya, still pouting... but she does accept the offering of fresh meat, anyway.
(Cerise)
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[01:41] Anya Tala says, "There there, maybe you can watch me squirm as I get my first tattoo."
[01:41] Cerise says, "...this one tastes better."
[01:41] Cerise says, "..."
[01:41] Cerise says, "...uh, okay."
[01:42] The female would take a deep look at her subject before her. Before swiftly walking towards the Tree, and breaking the branches with her fist. Branches long enough and sturdy enough to house at least one of the females arms.

"Well, this is quite the damage that was given wasn't it? at least it was a broken arm and not a fracture body."

She irritatingly uttered. Though she couldn't blame her for her standing regardless. She too had the rush of Rhoynish blood running violently through her veins. Waiting for the opportune moment to take best advantage of combat.

Regardless, she would place two makeshift wooden splints, one for each respective side of her arm. Slowly ripping out pieces of clean cloth from her jacket, she would wrap the injury around the young woman's body. The action tiring within itself.

The splint was created. And it would secure the bone in place until the thing heals.

Another problem that remained washer broken nose.

"Alright. Since you aren't bleeding. I could just splint your nose as well. And since I don't have any bandages yet.."

The young woman would rip another piece of clothing. Wrapping the injured face around the Nasal cavity. Lining up the nose cavity before she wrapped the, she said calmly. The makeshift bandage wrapping around her nose.

"Alright done. I don't mind crazy fights or two, but please stop trying to fight the fucking world!"

She said exhaling a disgruntled sigh. Expecting her to disobey her anways, and continue onwards.
(Khiora Zoruin)
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[01:42] Anya Tala approaches Arturo, and offers a good arm for some tattoo work to get done. Her right upper arm seems clean enough, and she giggles.

"Can I have one, Arturo?"

She seems eager to try out the tattoo, even if it hurt her a little.
(Anya Tala)
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[01:43] {Item} You drop Loose Jacket.
[01:44] Sycophant says, "Stop trying to fight the world? What? That's the worst idea."
[01:46] Despite the calloused and rough skin the harsh life under the desert sun had hardened Arturo's flesh into her grip was gentle as she grasped Anya's forearm and drew it nearer.

"Relax and do not think about it too much." She says, dipping the bone needle into the ink once more. Tiny beads of blood had mingled with the black ink in her arm, but she knew better than to wipe away at it prematurely lest the ink run and not set properly.

"In fact it feels kind of good after about the first fifty, but just don't move around too much. I can stop and get you some leather to bite if you need." Then the motions began as the needle wove in and out of Anya's flesh by Arturo's practiced hand in the same pattern as she had given herself.
(Arturo)
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[01:49] Anya Tala whispers something.
[01:50] In comparison to her actions in Osrona and even Myllenoris, Tea was a model patient. She waited quietly while Khiora fetched some wood. Once she returned, the Rhoynish girl offered her broken arm and allowed her to treat it, splinting it effectively.

Maybe.

Tea honestly didn't know, she wasn't a doctor nor did she care to be one. Regardless, next came her nose and once it was taken care she felt... Well, slightly better but she knew Khoira wasn't an actual doctor. Perhaps a second opinion was needed? Or perhaps not. Regardless she shrugged.

"I ain't fightin' the world. I'm fightin' Osrona - and whoever the fuck else stands in my way. I'll make them remember just how scary we Rhoynish are and I'll make them regret trying to wipe our entire culture and history out."
(Tea)