12/2 Medic 2: Suturing Practice: Nero

Snuck in with that black cloak adorning her features, Astrid traverses throughout the Church halls and various corridors in order to locate the specific Library she'd been beckoned to in order to learn about medical practice.

Further, at least, then what she assumed it to be of.

By now the sewing book had been discarded in exchange for books about basic procedures for aspiring medics. And so, the snowy haired Kitsune strides out from the right section of the Church by some point, right arm and hand shrouded by the attire which blankets the bandaged appendage, and emerges with a trio of books held in the left grasp.

At the sound of Nero's voice, the girl glances up from the ground. "Hey, Nero," she says, wandering towards him with that little collection. The Kitsune turns towards Elizabeth and Hoshizawa, dipping her head to acknowledge them. "And others," she says.

The girl returns her sight to Nero in order to address him. "Want to be my training dummy for the day, Nero?" it could clearly be seen in her arms what's been grabbed.. well, without permission. She didn't know who to ask to check out anything from there.

"I'm still trying to learn more about the medical field. Don't know where that other dog ran off to- he was supposed to be my patient, but.. well... you're here, so that's convenient I guess."
(Astrid)
When the name met her ears Elizabeth turned and nodded.

"Oh, Kuma? Alright. Thank you."

She said then turned back to Nero. Who at the same time had described Kuma, sort of. That aside the girl stood from the bench and gave a polite nod to the three.

"Thank you again. I'll be on my way."

The Acolyte finished and turned toward the door. Heading on that direction shortly after.
(Elizabeth Wayne)
Lisa Bell exclaims, "Hello once again!"
There's a blink, then another as he slightly cranes his head over to the side, gaze drifting up, towards Astrid's features there, and then the items within her grasp.

No immediate response, and he'd let the seconds tick by in silence. Perhaps ten, or maybe even half a minute until he speaks again.

"You want to cut me open-"

A pause.

"-and experiment on me."

A tiny squint there, gaze narrowing all the same, though he'd wait on confirmation before continuing further.
(Nero)
Lisa Bell says, "I bring the miracle of food to you! I had given the miracle of 12 days of Krausmas earlier."
Astrid says, "Yes, that's the point of the question I just asked you."
Astrid turns towards the newcomer. The Kitsune opts to seat herself next to her friend to listen to the other new arrival! A tilt of her head- something about the Twelve Days of Krausmas? The girl seemed confused- not understanding, although she awaits in silence for the time being!
(Astrid)
She sets up a table with a quick flourish, and began to take out just one piece of jerky. It was quite small. But suddenly, she ripped it in half, and set the one half on the table, which grew until it matched the original. She did this to the jerky, until the jerky in her hand was gone.

"The blessing of food. I shall feed ten with one piece of Jerky. Please donate this to the church."
(Lisa Bell)
Nero asks, "...what are the odds that I'll be left with another life-long injury?"
The girl idly watches the display. One piece after the next is broken off of a single jerky food. A tilt of her head, the Kitsune waves the donator away...

It seemed she'd been absolutely apathetic about what this was of.

She'd likely forage what's present to keep for herself.

Though, unfortunately she didn't have the room to store it all away with the abundance of alchemic regents within her makeshift foliage crafted bag.

"I don't donate. Especially to a Church of all things. I say donate to Sudbury dwellers. Most of us starve down there." And she turns away then, dismissing and disregarding Lisa.

Returning her head back to Nero in order to confirm him. "And yes, I mean experimenting on you. What are friends for, right?" A bit of a smirk, malicious in its nature albeit comedic. "The odds are slim to none. Unless you squirm too much.. then I can't guarantee anything." That former expression turns friendly in the blink of an eye.
(Astrid)
[11:05] Still, no immediate response, and his stare remains, head still tilted over to the side all the same amidst the words there. Eventually, however, Nero would simply allow a faint, brief sigh to escape outward before pulling himself back up.

One of his hands slipped into the darkened pockets, while other giving her arm a brief tug just so she'd be in front of him, leading.

"'Kay."

Murmured, then there's another shrug.

"Lead on. Wherever."
(Nero)
[11:08] Nero pauses for just a moment, eyes briefly drifting towards Lisa there.
(Nero)
[11:08] Nero says, "-for the record, wait until a Priest arrives maybe? Don't think any authority is present in church right now to, well... accept the donation."
[11:08] Lisa begins feeding people of the church quietly, humming to herself."
(Lisa Bell)
[11:10] Astrid remains in front of him to lead the way. She says nothing more towards Lisa Bell. The Kitsune couldn't care less about Church donations of all things related and what have you.
(Astrid)
[11:20] The girl departs after disregarding the woman who'd approached, set a table, and picked one piece of jerky off the next. Foodmancy? Astrid didn't know- the display was strange, albeit she wanders away anyways with Nero in tow.

Bits of flex amongst those right fingers of hers are made in pursuit. The dominant hand was still recovering from the frostbitten nature. Nerin's biomancy practice still seemed to be alleviating the effects of ice that formerly covered the appendage in a thin coat.

And should anyone see it now? The skin's original tone was returning, though it remained bandaged entirely, hidden away below the onyx cloak of Nero's that Astrid adorns.

"Alright, so.. I must admit that.. my hand is recovering, so I'll have to use my left. Unless, well.. you might have a better method. I couldn't find Khaine, but Nerin did some.. biomancy work on my bones and put an ointment on to help soothe the frost." A shrug of her shoulders.

"Meaning... the procedure I do will be imperfect. Is that okay with you?" Surely it might be- or she'd opt to wait until fully recovered to perform it. "Or we could just work on my magics again. Either or works, unless you have another sporadic idea that involves one of us getting harmed."
(Astrid)
[11:29] No words, really. He remains quiet throughout as he'd follow her so, steps small, albeit just fast enough to keep up with Astrid's pace nonetheless as the boy continues to idly flicker his hand past the thin air, mostly for no reason in particular.

A couple blinks when the Kitsune speaks up, however, and response comes only after a few moments of humming.

"Sure, that works. As long as I don't end up without a hand or two."

A light shrug, but a smaller chuckle follows at the last statement there.

"It worked though, yeah? Even if it was temporarily frostbitten... same result probably wouldn't be achieved if you just, you know, sat around and meditated for several days."

Maybe, who knows.

"Feeling better now, anyway?"
(Nero)
[11:36] "I doubt I'd somehow maim you.." Astrid's tone was lacked with uncertainty.. Although her skills for medical practice were minor to none, the teenager had some confidence in how she'd perform otherwise.

"But yeah, it worked. It's a better method than just meditating. That's not my sort of thing anyways." And never would be; there's a brief pause. "I function better when I put myself in danger, or am from... well, other circumstances."

Nearly drowning herself, grasping upon the frostbitten status for that appendage, and likely more in the future.

"Feeling better isn't a stretch though. I'm still vastly tired but I can manage. I have to.. train, or practice, on the medical stuff. I figured you could help me since.. you know." Her shoulders shrug. The girl meant that on the notion of them sticking by one another's side, although she would to his; Astrid didn't truly expect the same in return.

"Anyways," she speaks up quickly. The books are gingerly placed in the grass nearby her as she opts to side there herself and take up the items within that metallic box; a sewing kit with colorful threads, needles for such a purpose, and a small roll of bandages.

"Not the supplies I'm supposed to be using but I can't afford anything else so.. you don't mind, hm?"
(Astrid)
[11:45] A light nod at the words there, and his eyes briefly trail over to her hand- still frostbitten, but nearly recovered nonetheless. So that was good, if anything... though physical exhaustion and drain was still there.

Hopefully they won't end up in any sticky situation until injuries are patched up. His own, as well...

"Yeah, I know- can help you here. Probably."

Murmured at the later remark with just a bit of nod, though Nero only comes to a halt once they find those books laying about nearby, gaze shifting to those items within her metallic box... sewing kit, colorful threads, and needles.

In all honesty, he just hoped his naturally recovery system would be more than enough to heal him up, because Astrid surely wouldn't patch him up in a manner that's remotely close to healthy.

Regardless, there's a faint whistle, and he'd only respond after the question is asked.

"Sure, let's do it. What's the worst that could happen?"

Ah, yes. The classic question.
(Nero)
[11:58] "Amputating your arm like they had to do to Zus, except this wouldn't be a frostbite case." Her tone is serious, although she means well in a comedic manner as a light smile is flashed in his direction.

"Just one small incision, at the very least. Only because these supplies aren't... properly equipped to hold human skin together." Astrid says, popping open a book about suturing practice. "This one is apparently for, like.. hiking and travel. Very useful incase of emergency I guess." A brief pause, and she mumbles;

"Imagine falling off of a cliff and splitting open your.. whatever." A limb, randomly. Whichever one it was. "This is good knowledge for that type of thing. You could always use your magic, but if it's something more serious," her book comes down from view as the Kitsune stares over the edge towards Nero's neck.

"Then it'll need an actual medic's expertise. So.." She continues reading the book on how to make proper incisions with curved needles, glancing briefly towards her own. Not the proper tools still, but they could make due, right?

And so, she mumbles. "Curved needles are necessary. Could always just use my magics to craft.. medical supplies, right? Water is fluid- razor sharp when I want it to be. Could use it in that manner theennn.. freeze it up when I can." But for now...

She takes the pieces of sewing supplies in order to stick the end of her black thread through the eye at the top, the opening on the upper part of a needle, and ties it off. "But I'm going to stick you with this needle a bunch of times, so bite down on something and don't bitch." Her silver eyes gaze upon his own for reaction, if only for a minor split second as water is conjured forth to sterilize it.

No incision made thus far as she prepares herself. "I have to, according to the book, poke it through one side, then the other, knot the thread before the first incision so it doesn't pull through, then tie it off in a knot. Leveling skin in the meanwhile, blah blah blah. This won't be pretty I guess. Whatever." Half assed reading, or at least by the explanation. She could understand all that had been read.

"It's called suturing. Making stitches in the skin to close off split open wounds. So get ready for an incision. It'll hurt. A lot, or minor. Who knows." The girl places the opened book by her side, off of her lap, and glances towards it occasionally to ensure she'd follow step by step to complete the task.

"Do you want me to cut open, or you?" She takes up the needle with her left hand, barely able to use the right, or at least she could just somewhat move those digits enough to use it during this practice.

Yeah... what could go wrong?
(Astrid)
[12:11] The wintry boy simply glances about at the explanation there, maybe visualizing himself tumbling over during a hike, or whatever as she continued to read the books present. He did waddle about from one place to the other, merely glancing at the covers there, or some of the equipment- curious, or just bored until they could proceed further.

A slight squint at the remark regarding finding something to bite down upon, though no reaction otherwise, barring the faint few particles of frost that are sent tumbling in her direction, aimed for the features all the same.

"Basically; cut the skin, then sew it together."

Summarizing it up the best he could; for his own knowledge within the medical field was absolute shit, for the lack of better words, Nero simply plops down onto the softer grounds underneath, laced with rather comfortable field of grasses.

A single finger does tap at the side of his own features for a couple moments, however.

"You know, I could just make it numb-- cold, and all, but it'd probably fuck up your own experiment, and probably cause the blood to clot that much faster? Dunno. It's fine-"

There's a shrug as those eyes drift to a bit of close.

"For some reason, I think you're going to enjoy yourself here... anyway, you can make the cut, but give me something to bite on, then."

Waiting for a response as a single eye cracks of, gazing at her wordlessly.

(Nero)
[12:30] * You have been awarded 3 Roleplay Points! *
[12:30] Those frosted particles are allowed to brush up against the features towards where they're sent in Astrid's direction. The Kitsune doesn't mind them in the slightest amidst her time reading... slowly, since she wasn't trained the best in regards to literacy.

"Yeah, that's the point of this." Bluntly stated, although her eyes do glance towards Nero briefly, watching as he seats himself nearby. "You're the master at temperature manipulation, are you not? Surely you can just control your magics to not.. freeze the blood or something." Her words trail off, glancing back down towards the book there. Nothing stated about the magical capacity of his abilities, or those that she's learning of, and yet..

"Would be useful for me to learn as well later on anyways. Just to numb the skin and prevent bleeding." It was a useful tip for later!

And so, Astrid slowly nods her head. "Do it if you want,but then it won't be as fun." Lack of pain and whimpering, she means. "But you're right that I might. Seeing others pained can be joyful, except, well.." And again those silver eyes find his own, "Someone you're close with and cherish."

Regardless, Astrid's shoulders shrug, allowing her head to dip again as they look away towards the medical book. "Actually, go ahead and do it. Think I've seen you get hurt enough lately anyways. Just don't freeze the skin too much to make the practice impossible. It'll be the left arm, near the center." She explains, allowing him the moment to extend it towards her.

Water glides from the vapor around them, bubbling with an aggressive, razor sharp demeanor in its creation, although she hadn't truly felt that negative emotion- it was merely the thought of hurting Nero that prompted so; however intentionally to begin.
(Astrid)
[12:37] "Maybe..."

Murmured at the prospect of whether he'd be able to do it without clotting the blood further, or not. He was fine at temperature manipulation, though the formation of ice is mostly what he excelled at, rather than something oh-so-fine and delicate. Not that he couldn't try, but... perhaps.

"Joy's a word. It can feel be damn good..." beginning slowly, mostly murmured to himself there, regarding how seeing one pained can be joyful; whimpers and all. Though as the Kitsune continues, he'd simply blink a couple different times, head slightly tilting all the same.

There's no immediate response, or at least not until she dips her head, glancing back towards that medical book. And only then did his lips curl ever so slightly, into just an amused, little smile until they part, words to follow quiet and soft as per usual.

"Awh, what am I hearing? Are you that fond of me?"

It's somewhat hummed in the moment, but he did extend his arm afterward nonetheless, temperature slowly dropping- gradually to make sure he doesn't fuck up. The faint grin remains, however; voice somewhat amused, but lacking any actual sarcasm whatsoever as he adds-

"How cute."

Silent, otherwise, merely waiting for her to make the cut. It'd likely not numb the pain completely, as he had to make sure there wouldn't be any issues with the experiment, or freezing of his own blood-- though any significant agony would likely end up muffled, if anything.

"Alright-zo. Go ahead."
(Nero)
[12:51] "You are a friend, Nero." Her reply is simple, lacking any further details in regards to that first question. "...but you can call it that, sure.." About the 'How cute' comment being made, the girl says nothing more, still, about what she'd previously stated. The truth was there; it was why Astrid had inclined herself to be by his side- usually, as he'd asked before.

However, she does nod her head when view of his forearm is loomed over at, gripped gently with her dominant, barely flexing right hand. The digits were far less cold now than before; the tingling amidst the interior circuits and bone resided still, alleviating the frosted coats within to bring back its feeling.

With that blazed, fluid water coming forth to draw blood from Nero's arm, the incision is made. Light in its slice, although swiftly made across the first few layers of skin, delving no further inward that'd potentially be harmful if so.

"Now hold still," she whispers to him, opting to use that straight needle, tied with black thread, to make the first poke. "No less than the fat layer is what it said." She silently mumbles to herself as it's pushed through the next layer, out of the top, and tied off.

Razor sharp water is still utilized, however, in order to slice at the thread enough that she could tie it off on both ends. Perhaps some steps were missing, but this was clearly a novice's work that she was performing, and easy at that.

"I have to make enough of these to close the entire thing now.." And so, she'd prepare herself for the next poke..
(Astrid)
[13:04] "How cute..."

It's repeated, again, with the same curl of lips-- though the hint of tease to it was evident, as such was characteristic to the wintry boy. Regardless, he'd extend his arm further when she grips at it with that frosted hand of hers.

Moments tick by, and then the incision is made-- cold numbs quite a good portion, but it is felt nonetheless. Just the sharpest pain along the surface amidst how his digits briefly grip at her own, still healing forearm, tightening all the same alongside the way his eyes squeeze shut, as well.

Though it subsides seconds after, and he'd loosen up that grasp on her limb, too, nodding with a bit of faint breath outward.

Needles being poked, and thread inserted- tied together there, though far from enough to actually sew the entire cut up. He'd wait a bit longer before allowing those lips to part again, head still tilted over to the side.

"Doesn't hurt anymore... but yeah, this looks fine so far. Will my skin heal over the thread with time?"
(Nero)
[13:14] "I tend to be, usually." A bit of teasing back, although nothing more said now about it. The Kitsune continues to operate, wincing at the shred of pain shooting through her arm when Nero grips the healing appendage tightly. The bandaged arm is still cold under those wraps as he could feel. It didn't help with the tingling sense of returning feelings within it.

She didn't bother to count to three, or anything of mention for warning beforehand either. Oops.

"Juiweihu.. don't grip my arm like that right now," she says. "Still stings like a bitch." Murmured with dissatisfaction in that tone, she slowly ties off the first suture, makes a poke through the next area, squeezes the skin together gingerly with her right hand, and continues to sew it up through the other side with a tie off.

"It shouldn't. Gotta break off the tie and pull it free when it's mended back together." Or at least that's how she recalled reading it. Who knew...

"That part should be the least painful, I guess. Surely.. maybe." Because pulling thread back out through skin would be usually painless, wouldn't it?

Assuming...

The Kitsune continues to operate. The next suture, then a fourth, and lastly a fifth until it's brought together enough to halt the bleeding. Water magic smoothly glides towards the damage then to clean up the blood.

"Might not be done. I could probably bring it back together with the little healing properties of water and pull them free if you want. Or just leave it like that?"
(Astrid)
[13:22] That grip upon her arm is constant, but not particularly tight anymore, but simply for some support. He hums a tad at the first few words, though.

"Hey, coulda' warned, yet you went are water-runner on me... too sudden."

Head slightly cocked as he merely watches her squeeze his skin together carefully, and then sew it further, tying the ends yet once again. A bit of nod as she explains further, though he had his own doubts regarding whether that part would be least painful, or not...

Well, he'd just have to see with time.

Regardless, a soft, whistled breath escapes him so as eyes move to gaze at her own, watching and pretty much staring at the girl as she continues to, silent barring the occasional hums. He didn't really know how long it took, perhaps a minute, perhaps more than a ten, but he'd blink at the last question. Then, a shrug.

"Whichever you prefer, Astrid. It's so you can get better with stuff, yeah?"
(Nero)
[13:31] "Yeah." A distant reply, and she gets to work immediately with her prowess.

The gripped fluid of which her mana controls glides along the sliced skin, allowing its properties to blend both edges together. With enough focus, at least. Both could take view upon the regeneration of Nero's flesh there as both sides of that minor wound dissolve together.

And once it's entirely closed in that effortful manner?

"I'm going to cut now and remove the threads, I guess." That formerly smooth and graceful wave collides with her odd disposition, allowing the festering loathe below her surface take upon that slender appendage of aquamancy in order to grant the threads a close-cut by the skin and split them in half.

"Now.." trailed off words as she grips the former knots. "I'm going to pull them through." And so she does- one by one those threads are slowly pulled through to avoid interior damage if she were to go too fast.

Did it hurt? Perhaps just a tad. Like something crawling uncomfortably under the skin with light shots of pain from pulling them free and discarded on the ground.

Once she's done, however, another wash of calming waves render his skin clean with little scarred tissue there, vaguely visible from that procedure.

"Done. How do you feel?"
(Astrid)
[13:46] "Look at it go..."

It's idly murmured, eyes following the trail of hydromancy which coats him so, and healing properties immediately kick in, paired up with the naturally enhanced recovery of his own, trained body as an experienced magus.

A nod at the mention of cutting the threads, and he'd watch her do just that, and as the prospect of pulling them through drifts by, Nero simply allows his eyes to drift to a close, inhaling a softer breath and nodding yet once again.

As the crawling sensations takes place, his grip upon her arm tightens just a tad- though not enough to actually hurt much. Instead he'd keep still through each, lighter shot, until the thing is completely free, discarded on the ground and soon glanced upon.

As those scarred tissues are healed, his body temperature rises as well, slowly making its way back to normal. Eyes lift to meet her own.

"I feel fine- no pain or discomfort, so that's good, yeah?"

Pulling himself off of the grounds there, and then his other hand is extended to help the Kitsune up as well, before he shifts over to the side.

"Grats, now you're officially capable of stitching me up should we ever go hiking."
(Nero)
[13:54] "Yeah, that's fine." A light smile adorns the Kitsune's pale complexion, having felt proud of herself and that progression made even if it was minor.

As Nero collects himself to stand, Astrid closes the first book on suturing and takes them up in the grasp of her right arm, pressing them up against her body to hold still. Her left takes his own as the ice magus assists the Kitsune in standing back up from the ground.

"And thanks. Just don't go falling off any cliffs then if we ever do. I might laugh at you on the way down." That grin remains then as laughter protrudes some.

"That's really all I wanted to do for now though. Just cutting someone and fixing it. For that other ookami though? Would've been worse." A brief pause as her next pair of words trails off, distant in how she speaks them.. "Think I might have let him bleed out." She shrugs, careless about the situation of the other male who'd acted awkwardly previously.

"Anyways!" Her head shakes vaguely and her tone raises. "Was there anything you'd like to do today yourself now that this is all over with? Because if you need anything done then you can go off to do that."
(Astrid)
[14:04] Digit taps at his own chin there, head tilted over to the side as he gives the last question there a bit of thought, before a smaller shrug is offered.

"Apparently I'm forbidden from entering sewers until- this is fixed."

A slower pause, then, and a bit of glance around as he shifts over to the side, fingers knitted together if only so he could stretch those arms. Ah, well.

"Other than that... not much today, no." brief glance over to the side, before it finds her own features yet once again. "Can wait by the church and see if any medic is available? Or get the potions mentioned earlier. Unless you have things to take care of, then that's fine, too."
(Nero)
[14:14] "Nothing for me besides more studying." A shrug in reply, the Kitsune didn't mind whichever she'd do.

"But if roaming the sewers is something you want to do then go ahead, I can't stop you." Well, unless he was adamant on not going, only just to stay nearby or something. "I'm content being at the Church to ask another medic for advice or go around for potions today.

Probably the latter first to get it out of the way."
(Astrid)
[14:14] A lighter nod, then, and a single step northward- though he'd pause just long enough for her to join him so.

"Let's do the church, then."

Hands slip within pockets upon further walk. Quiet, otherwise.
(Nero)