19:03] Theo says, "I think I'm about to get an earful so I'll be here."
[19:03] Theo pointed to Amaerilde.
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She's less likely to crack her head open that way.

"Cool you're feelin' better, Theo! You looked really, really bad.

Who? Who do I know!?"
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[19:04] Theo says, "Yeah. "
[19:04] Theo says, "Absolutely."
[19:04] Theo says, "It feels good to feel good."
[19:06] Wherever she'd gone and cooped herself for the past however long, she was back now-- and boy! Does she look awful.

With a face that looked like it'd been punched ten times over, she hobbles into the center of the square, looking left. Right. She squints. Medics were bound to be around somewhere.

She had the whole set-- a broken nose, a busted lip, a black eye. One could have easily sworn this Drakanite just came straight out of fight club. And most peculiar of all? Her wings were missing.

"Hey, Theo?" She calls to grab his attention, had she not managed to do so yet. "Need you to-... not have a panic attack when you look my way, yeah? Walter, do you think you can help with something?" She didn't need to be specific.

Her face was specific for her.
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[19:06] Leni exclaims, "...Wow you look really bad too, Amae!"
[19:06] Theo asks, "Really?"
[19:06] Theo asks, "Really??"
[19:06] Zefa says, "...."
[19:07] Amaerilde says, "Well, that's not exactly panici."
[19:07] Walter sighs. "One sec... What do y'need me for, Ama?"
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[19:10] Theo palmed his cheek with his eyes sealed shut, shaking his head softly. ".. I was wondering why you never came to bed." The Ookami opened a single eye and looked at her, moving forward to reach and grab her chin softly. He'd turn her face right- Then left- Examining all he could. The eye, the lip, the broken nose. He's careful not to touch any of it, but he does have this look on his face of..

Worry- Mixed with a fair slice of annoyance. "So much for 'I'll be there soon' huh?" Theo shook his head and let go of her chin after seeing the injuries, "Who did it and when should I schedule the funeral?" Crystals begin to manifest about Theo's arm, creating some kind of jagged claw he wielded.

"Because I'm almost positive this happened in Myllenoris."
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[19:11] Walter Docro asks, "Walter believes this conversation is best suited to be had... in private?"
[19:11] Walter peers around nervously.
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[19:13] Leni keeps playing a light beat on top of Walter's head, largely oblivious.
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[19:16] Amaerilde turns briefly to Walter just to have his question answered. Her face was a mess, bruises and everything of the sort. "I just need something to help dull the ache. Maybe-... realign the nose in one kick snap? It's nothing that'll take more than five minutes of your time, or really much effort at all."

Thus does she turn back to Theo, an apologetic look on her face. "I wanted to, trust me. But I had to deal with something, and it ended up keeping me up. I took a nap in the utility closet so you didn't panic when you woke up." That was one way to do it.

"A-Anyways, Walter's right. Can we have this conversation-... inside?"
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[19:16] Theo says, "Yeah."
[19:16] Theo says, "Yeah we can."
[19:16] Theo says, "Let's go."
[19:22] Upon gazing upon the drakanite's condition in clearer view, Walter gapes in shock. He'd only seen Amaerilde's face from behind thus far, so getting a proper read on her state hits him ridiculously hard. The kitsune's posture falters slightly altogether, making him seem relatively wimpier for a couple of seconds.

"I s-should..." He stutters, unsure of how to make himself useful. The false starts continue until he ultimately runs out of air altogether.

His head shakes from side to side abruptly, causing the hollowed leather snout-figure to bounce along with the movements.

"I'll... get some lax!" Decidedly, Walter chants, now aiming at Theo. "Keep the door open, yeah? I'll try to get my hands on either that or... an elixir. Be there when I get one."
(Walter Docro)
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[19:22] Theo put both his hands in his pockets, looking to Ro as someone called for a Greycloak. He blinked a few times and nodded his head slowly, "I'm currently busy, but any Teraphim about would certainly be able to help you regarding Aschea's teachings." He turned around, looking to a wounded Amaerilde and Walter for a time before gesturing for the duo to follow him.

"I'll be back in a bit - I can help you with joining the Valeborne afterwards, mhm." The Ookami would wait for Ro's response before heading off westwards.
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[19:22] Theo says, "Walter- I've got lax."
[19:22] Theo says, "No need."
[19:23] Theo says, ".. We're going to have to set the bone, though."
[19:23] Walter Docro asks, "Y'got a healing elixir?"
[19:23] Theo says, "So I will need you for that."
[19:23] Tejin Kasiki says, "Genius really."
[19:23] Walter Docro says, "..."-
[19:24] Leni nudges Walter with her foot, hoping to get some encouragement to the burly kitsune.

But by and large she's here for moral support. So much god damn moral support.
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[19:24] Theo says, "Ah- I'm not a Teraphim- So you would be best looking for a Mistseer or the High Lady herself in that regard."
[19:24] Theo says, "I can't make Druids."
[19:25] Theo exclaims, "Patience is a virtue!"
[19:27] With a little snivel that makes the Drakanite flinch, she moves to follow after Theo after giving Walter an appreciative nod. "Always a big help, Walt. And Zefa, I know you probably want to follow, so I won't stop you. I just want to get out of the square..." Away from all the people that could gawk at her and her broken face. Vanity wasn't much her thing, but in a case like this?

She wore her loss all over her face.

"It's not exactly a wild report, so it's alright if a couple extra ears hear it." Then she moves, hobbling on after Theo.
(Amaerilde)
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[19:27] Walter turns on his heel to face Lazuli once more. "I ain' done witchu' yet! I'll be back!" Before he finally departs.
(Walter Docro)
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[19:36] Even as Walter enters the house, Leni's still on his shoulders. She bonks her head on the ceiling. A few times, actually, until she finally learns to duck.

"Oof...Uh. Nope! I got no idea!"
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[19:44] Once they were all shuffled inside, Amaerilde took her seat somewhere that Walter would be able to take a look at her after Theo finished applying the lax.

Until then? She did as instructed, leaning forward and everything with her eyes coming to a close. "I did say I was going to try and break his face... But I picked a fight with my words. I thought he'd maybe have a shred of humanity in him and see just how fucked up he really was, but-..." Amaerilde winced, any bit of change in expression bringing pain. She couldn't even furrow her brows without feeling like her face was going to fall off.

"... He said a few things that rubbed me the wrong way. Called me irrelevant. A casual bench-sitter. Told me he was wrong about me, that I was just like 'every other woman he'd met'. So? Naturally I grabbed him by the collar and punched him in the nose. Or. I tried." Amaerilde couldn't deny the fact that she was the one who'd instigated the fight.

And although it happened in Myllenoris? So long as he wasn't the one to throw the first punch, he was technically not in the wrong.

Unfortunately.

"Needless to say? I lost. Beaten back, then beaten to a pulp. I don't remember much after I hit the ground. I just remember being hit a bunch until I blacked out. Woke up, Carlisle was gone. Guessing he brought me back to the house." Amaerilde shrugs.

"Beat the wings right off of me, but they'll be back. I just need-... more than a two hour nap."
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[19:52] There's an obnoxious pause as Walter inspects his own set of oversized, beefy hands. There's clear discontent with his God-given features upon being asked to do the nigh-impossible. All he was good at was broader-stroke operations, and brute force feats. Anything that required micromanagement of that degree would've been far out of his comfort zone, and as thus prone to failing.

Truth was, he had licked a fair amount of battle wounds earlier in his youth, but nothing as compromised as this

"Look, she... migh' end up looking not-as-good as earlier." The colossal teen confesses, grimacing with awkwardness, then looking at Zefa - begging for any degree of complicity or aid. "I'll try, but there's no guarantees. You'll have to forgive me if it fails."

Amaerilde's snapped busted would soon meet against the tip of Walter's fingers. If there was anything Zefa could do to make the process less unsightly or likely to fail, now would be the right time to whip it out. After all, there's only so much mooskle and explosion magic could do in a case like this.

"Lower y'defenses as much as possible. It'll hurt less."
(Walter Docro)
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[19:54] Even Leni, poor oblivious Leni, realizes that this is a tender situation. It makes her shift nervously and she actually clambers down from Walter's shoulders. She displays a rare case of having actual sense in that air-filled head of hers.

"This'll be fine!"
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[19:54] Leni whispers something.
[19:55] Leni whispers something.
[20:01] The lithe frame soon took place over one of the red cushions which lies before the wooden table. Her knees digging under the soft texture of the cushion. The grey eyes were locked upon the taller frame, the drakanite which attempted as promised to fight the torrent of winds and rains. There is one thing most needs to know, we are willowing leaves attached to the wicked branch of a growing tree. Every whispers of the tempests, every waking hours, we learn from the tempest passing by until winter comes and allow us to fall and follow the flow of life, lying amidst an eternal coldness.

Zefa IS the one which told her it is fine to fight, she expected her to do it... She would have done the same in the past. Yet the weights within that existential baggage were heavy. It is difficult to the lupin to act in such way when she is one which embrace understanding over actions.

"Hm... It was expected, yet... Hm... You know?... Through times I have come to understand what kind of person Basten is... A predator in nature, he is one which had been raised by worshippers of Saekanis… He is one which grown up in wilderness, it is and will always be his nature to act like such...", greyish eyes soon hid behind it's pupils, her head lightly lowering. "You see... You are a wonderful woman, I have told you... Basten is a blind man, he believed stealing my child will ever fix anything... Hm... It hurts, yet accepting fate is a part of learning to flow of life... You see, those injuries... Learn them.. Feel them... They are you best teacher...", because when one falls, they learn to avoid falling again.

The same usual fatigued glare had been gifted to the kitsune of a particular breed. Merely noticing his call for help.

"... Need my help?...", she asked after a tilt of her head.
(Zefa)
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[20:02] Leni fidgets in place. Her enthusiasm flickers. Oh jeez, this is a lot of bad mojo being talked about all at once.
(Leni)
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[20:03] Walter slowly nods, still pinching the drakanite's nose with a careful pinsir-like grip. She might aswell start breathing through her mouth until they're done. "Know any regenerative magic? Y'know. Fire's mostly used for flesh wounds so... I'm a bit out of my field."
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[20:14] Theo's eyes closed in full when she went on to explain. She didn't even have to mention his name before the Ookami understood exactly what had happened- And who was responsible. And frankly, there's a loud snap of lightning throughout the room as a bolt left Theo's person and slammed into the wall, burning a large portion of the wooden interior with black marks.

"I'm not mad or disappointed at you - But I am fucking livid, Amaerilde." He muttered in a tone mirroring laden ferocity. ".. That I can't do anything because you guys threw the first punch. That he continues to come back and be a fucking presence." Theo reached his hand up, slamming it down into the desk below as the entire thing creaked.

".. Stay still. Just- Just stay still." Theo dabbed his fingers into the lax essence, beginning to press it against each and every bruise. A glob is applied to her lip, rubbing it in until it smoothed against the wounded locations. Theo's eyes turned on a dime towards Walter when he reached over to Amaerilde's nose. "Slowly. Firmly."

And though Walter was one of his greatest friends, there are daggers being glared from the Ookami. Both of his hands come up and land on Amaerilde's shoulders. "Look at me, Amaerilde. Don't focus on anything else. Just.. Relax."

Theo was steadying her and Walter was given the okay.
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[20:16] Zefa says, "... Hm... Yes... I have acknowledged the basics.... I may attempt at my best..."
[20:35] Theo soon applied the lax essence, expressing that he is not disappointed or anything. There is nothing to be disappointed, nor to be proud. Yet the is something to understand and It is that she may have learned more then one thing from that. Zefa knows that feeling, she had once passed through abrupt times like this. Well.... She still does, yet she had come to fly through the flow, like a free bird.

The lithe frame was lifted up over the red cushion, walking upon the woman's side as she had been invited to attempt to fix her broken nose. She is a beautiful woman, a beautiful ocean blue lily. So careful the lupin will be.

Soon arrived in her side, with a mellowed touch she allowed her hand to gently toss Walter's hand in order to allow her own to merely rest before the woman's nose.

Zefa is quite unexperienced, yet she will learn eventually. It is not like she had anyone else more experienced... The greyish eyes soon hid behind it's pupils, losing herself within her thoughts to reach her inner light. That one little spark of light lost amidst the darkness. The flow that emanates the golden and orange crown over her hair was of aid, it was not quite long before she had reached it.

Her light shine for understanding, acceptation given to the fate. This light lies within her for years, yet that simple aid was that step which allowed her to truly sense it. The light soon bloomed within her palm as a symbol of understanding.

"... You are not worth being hurt like this..."

Her palm glimmering- bathing in a glow of light reached the broken nose of the woman. It was done of a quite mellowed touch, it could barely hurt her. Then the flow amplified, allowing Amaerilde to be soothed by this light.

"... Now..."

Her head suddently made a very gentle movement and behind a cracking noise, the nose was once again in place. The light made the sensation easier to the drakanite, which normally would be atrociously painful due how sensitive is a nose.


"... Relax...", broken mellowed tree... "... You are stronger now...", stronger by the newer experiences acquired.

… A new chapter written...
(Zefa)
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[20:38] Theo does a handstand.
(Theo)
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[20:40] Amaerilde knew that sort of reaction was coming, yet the stray bolt of lightning makes her flinch anyways. Mad he might've not been, but livid? That was practically worse than mad!

But any cheeky remarks, she keeps to herself. This wasn't the time for them-- not while her nose was being grappled and the rest of her face was being slathered in lax. Whatever was about to happen next? She wasn't going to enjoy it.

This was karma for the time she made Theo get his armed tended to and she whole-heartedly accepted it.

"... He wasn't going to throw the first punch. If you heard the things he said, you would've wanted to cave his face in, too. Despicable..." A mumbled curse, to spare the ears of Leni. "Human being..." Carefully does she turn, allowing for Walter to get a slightly better angle on her nose and for Zefa to work her magic. At all angles, she's being assailed by medical remedies alike for what's likely going to be the worst feeling procedure in the world.

Why did she have a hunch this was going to somehow feel worse than the initial ten punches she took to the face?

With Theo's hands moving to clasp upon her shoulders, her own lift to fall atop them-- to take them within her grasp. If this procedure hurt like she thought it would? Theo would have to pray to the gods he didn't need his hand bones reset next.

"... Okay. Let's get this over with." Her gaze flickered, falling upon Theo as she tried to tune everything else out but him. Think happy times! Life's good. Nothing's wrong in the world. There is no war in Ba Sing Se.
(Amaerilde)
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[21:05] Light magic.

It's fairly easy to identify it, more sheerly out of it's contrast with what he was familiar with. Having had more than enough unpleasant experiences with Shadow Magi, Occultists and Witches alike over the last few years, then sensing the benevolent halo of radiance express it's reach over both his callus-filled hand, as well as their mutual friend's busted facial feature. It's very blatantly similar to the flashy magicks every wimpy cadet and their mother would flex during combat, yet it's influence alone is enough for Walter's nervousness to simmer down.

He wasn't alone in the feat, and as such, an undoing wouldn't be his alone. Yet, as the procedure is about to have it's critical start, his free hand reaches out to grab ahold of the bottom of his dog-shaped mask - from which he pulls for a split second, before it'd slip out completely. The reasoning was obvious, he couldn't have allowed his view of the patient to be interrupted at all, would it? Plus, he was sweating far too much already to stuff-up the leather insides any more.

With the monotone, almost reassuring guise of the mask, Walter's deceptively refined, unbelievably pretty boy-like factions are revealed, much to anyone's dismay. His piercing, pea-hued stare fixates itself obsessively onto Amaerilde's nose.

With the rite of regenerative acceleration in place, the reallocation of her nose's bridge would have to be swift. Otherwise, they'd be risking her face to heal in an unfavorable posture. And though he's concentrated, Walter's grip slightly falters, perhaps victim of his own awkward hand-sweat. And thus, he makes a wind up pull in, mostly to test the resistance of the displacement.

"I'm sorry - Concentrate, please!" He chants out after apologizing, alarmed yet sternly. It's uncertain whether he's referring to Zefa, or himself. It would hurt, surely. Though with luck, and thanks to the help of the already applied lax unguent, perhaps for no more than just an instance.

"Sorry!" He repeats himself, now ready. A sharp inhale.

SNAP!

And as expected? The pain is agonizing, though it surprisingly lasts no more than a split second. Apparently making the Kitsune's assessment correct.

Thankfully, or rather miraculously, Walter pushes the bridge back into place without any excess force. The drakanite's face surely looks more like the way they'd all remember it, as the congealing powers of Zefa wrap around the afflicted spot. Yet, Walter holds it into place as the circle of purple drawn around the busted area expands like another batch of internal bruises, climaxes in its growth, then eventually begins to decrease in size until it's no more.

Almost two whole minutes later, sprouting a more palpably reddened expression, Walter releases his obsessive grip. At the same time exhaling the carbon dioxide he'd have been holding onto for so long at once, then desperately gasping for air.

It was done. They had somehow worked it out successfully, in the heat of improvisation.

Walter crumbles on his back, falling over the cushion that had hosted his bottom a mere few minutes earlier. He's not only drained, but pushed way past his threshold of stress. Reddened up, panting furiously, palpably light headed. Without showing any intent of reequipping his face, considering the lack of cool air would've likely caused him to faint altogether.

"W-We... we fuckin'... we fuckin' did it."
(Walter Docro)
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[21:18] It was comedic almost the way Amaerilde's gaze bounced back to Walter the moment he took that mask off. She looked bewildered as if she expected something else beneath the mask. She thought maybe he hid something from the world, but no! That wasn't the case at all.

And although he didn't mean for it to be a distraction it was one. With his fingers set still against her nose and the holy energies running through her face doing well to keep the pain down, it happened in the blink of an eye.

Like a sharp jolt of lightning, pain surged and Amaerilde damn well nearly drove her own head into the table from the mere shock that came as a result.

Theo's hands? They're gripped, squeezed until they couldn't possibly be squeezed anymore the very moment that pain erupts. They wouldn't be broken nor damaged by any means, but they'd sure as hell feel as if they could be at any given second.

"FUCK-..." She couldn't help it this time. Leni's ears were forced to suffer as Amaerilde barked out a curse, followed by even more beneath her breath. Many fucks were had, though mostly inaudible and spat beneath her breath. It hurt.

Everything went numb. She couldn't feel her nose after the sudden snap, but God if the tears weren't welling up something fierce in her eyes. "Holy fuck…" She cursed again.

Theo's hands were still squeezed, and considering he was probably doubling over in pain himself? She was quick to lessen the vice grip before she truly rendered the poor Ookami's hands into dust.

No words were had beyond those many curses. She needed a minute.
(Amaerilde)
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[21:25] Leni's no stranger to loud noises. What she is a stranger to are very loud noises and displays of humanoid pain. This isn't just a simple bump or scrape, and Amaerilde's yowls.

This isn't something she can ignore or run away from. So? She hides. The nature magi ducks into a corner and puts her arms over her head.
(Leni)
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[21:26] Theo locked his fingers with hers and took in a deep breath, knowing she'd need something close to grip on to. When that pain hit her body and her hands clenched, the Ookami gives a look of 'help me kraus' before trying to clench back with some strength of his own.

Just to keep his fingers from bending inwards and popping out of socket. "Ama- my hand- amaerild-" Inaudible and quiet squeaks ensue as his girlfriend had practically crushed his fingers into smithereens. Theo's head fell down onto the desk now, unable to move his fingies after the latent destruction was had. The two of them exchange their own curses under their breath before a teary-eyed Ookami looked up- Pain in his visage.

".. Y-You feel better.. L-love?"

why.. why god why

His fingers were completely red, throbbing after the pain.
(Theo)
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[21:27] Walter is quite literally collapsed inches away from Leni's feet, likely nearly delirious from a lack of oxygen and posterior hyperventilation. It's like he's gone blind or something. "T-Theo, is she OK?... Her nose, y'gotta' look at her nose...!"
(Walter Docro)
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[21:32] Numbness gave way to throbbing, but it didn't hurt. That was a good thing. She could feel her nose again. She could sniffle without it hurting-- or hurting nearly as much as it did. Everything was right back where it belonged, short of the obvious, horrible redness that was her nose.

"... Theo?" It was only then that she realized what she had done. "Oh! Oh no. I'm so, so, so sorry!" Carefully, she takes his hands in hers to give them a quick looksee. They weren't broken by any means, but the redness in them sure told her that she came real close to doin just that. She felt bad! Even after that horrible wave of pain, she felt guilty.

"It-... It was just a bit of pain! Fuck… I didn't hurt your hand, did I? Nothing broken?" As if his fingers were as fragile as a baby bird, she cradled them within the palm of herhand. Honestly? At that point she cared more about the fact she might've hurt him than the fact her face was still all sorts of mollywhopped.

"Walter, that hurt like a bitch. Wasn't your fault, of course! Thanks for the help-- both of you." A nodded is offered towards Zefa before her concerned gaze goes right back to Theo's hands.

Gingerly, she pets his fingies to make amends......
(Amaerilde)
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[21:39] Zefa thinks Walter is cute without his mask.
(Zefa)
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[21:41] He'd look up to her when she looked down at his hands, giving a light wince as he went to breathe slow. ".. don't sweat it." The Ookami went to comment, slowly flexing his fingers in and out. They had finished with the fixing of Amaerilde's nose and he'd look up to her face, staring at it for a time. ".. It's fixed, Walter. She just needs rest."

Theo brought a hand up to place his cheek in, forgetting that his hands were crushed, and very quickly yelps in shock. Quieting down now as she cradled his wounded hands, he'd close his eyes and give a shudder.

The pain still hurt quite intensely, but the worst of the worst was finished.

"Thanks everyone. Seriously."
(Theo)
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[21:50] That session of rhinoplasty with Walter and Theo was quite an experience indeed. It is yet another weight under that existential baggage. Zefa stood silent, allowing a gentle smile to bloom within her feminine visage as she gets up once again and allows her knee to fall upon the cushion she once sat.

The young lithe woman stood silent even though, she found it an interesting witness to see Amaerilde almost breaking Theo's hand out of pain. It had grown adorable when she became worried about it.

Theo soon gave is thanks and same for Amaerilde… She could not help, but find it normal to aid someone that passed through something painful in many ways, responding with a light nod of her head.

"... It is no problem... We all have been gifted of a teaching from life... We all have learned something new from this new experience... It was more then a pleasure to aid..."
(Zefa)
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[21:57] Finally, as the pandemonium just about clears from view, and everyone's nerves seemingly drop to sit back and settle on sanity, Walter manages to recover his breath. He was a big dude, a big baby-faced, juggernaut-body dude. As such, far more oxygen was in demand than what your averagely built man would need. Once he does return to his sound sense of self, his first reaction is to reach out for the mask desperately.

Ain't nobody wanted to see that part of Walter. Showing his countenance was a practice lost on him. Today had been a thorough fluke he'd let slip, mostly because it was not his wellbeing at stake. And perhaps pride was just not worth enough to overweigh a bigger chance of botching the ad-lib rhinoplasty.

"G-God... thank, fuckin' god." He curses, once more guising his perfect, pronounced cheekbones - obscuring that emerald stare of his. Returning to character, too. "Any god, every god. I ain'tever wanna' do that again." He could have some future as a surgeon, right? Subverting expectation was one of the things that came most naturally to him, this wasn't the exception.

Though, thinking it thoroughly, it was probably just luck. Thank god they ate the bluff and trusted his guts, too.

Zefa says something, for sure. Though by this point Walter's too busy hunched over, staring at Leni and giving them a tired thumbs up. One that even in his defeated body language screams out I'm a fucking monster and now you know it.

(Walter Docro)
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[22:01] He could tell her not to sweat it all he liked, but she was doing nothing but that the moment he yelped from so much as even trying to touch his face. With his hands cradled gingerly within her own, she let her thumb brush over top of them-- gently, of course! Her touch was light and barely there and she wanted nothing more than for her simple little gesture to chase away the pain she caused him.

Then? She had an idea. A brilliant one! Reaching over the table, she plucked up the lax essence and moved it closer to herself. There wasn't a whole lot left after it'd been applied to her face, but she manages to get a little on her fingers before going to carefully rub it atop Theo's fingers.

She was trying really hard to fix it!!

"You're telling me, Walter..." She murmured as she worked, her guilty looking gaze bouncing from Theo's face to his hands. Was it helping? She didn't know! The extents of lax was entirelylost on her.

"I never want to get anything snapped back into place ever again. That-... I can still feel it." Though she's careful about it, Amaerilde sniffles a little and scrunches her nose. It feels weird and out of place even despite being where it should've been.

"If you can do that, you should consider being a medic. You're already more qualified than some that I know..." Still, she continues to fret over Theo's dumb fingers.
(Amaerilde)
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[22:05] Leni keeps herself in the corner; she's put herself there, because otherwise no one puts Leni in a corner.

Once she's sure there's going to be no screams and swears of pain, her head lifts and she scans around. Everything's gone, more or less, quiet. She blinks and unfolds herself from where she's been hunkered over.

Sometimes it really helps to be this air-headed. Once she springs up it's back to normal. She even gives Walter a big smile and a double thumbs up, completely unaware of his potential status as a monster. He could have two heads and it still probably wouldn't matter.

"Good job- hey, where'd your face go!?"
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[22:06] Walter Docro says, "S-Sorry. I'unno if that life's for me, lady. I can barely handle the stress from these smaller scale op'rations. Ain' no way I'm crackin' open a dude."
[22:07] Zefa says, "Hm..."
[22:07] Walter beckons Leni over. "Who cares? Climb back up, I need a hug or somethin'. Dammët, this is probably what makes people into alcoholics."
(Walter Docro)
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[22:09] Leni exclaims, "...Oh! Okay!"
[22:09] Leni exclaims, "I can do that, yeah!"
[22:09] Leni literally jumps up to give him a hug, squeezing the poor, exhausted dog man. Moral support? She's on the case.
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[22:15] Walter Docro says, "You're like... my favorite airhead."
[22:15] Leni exclaims, "Thanks!"
[22:15] Leni says, "You're my favorite big dog man. "
[22:15] Leni exclaims, "...And the only one I know. But still my favorite!"
[22:16] Walter pats her head. It was difficult to figure out she was the older one of the two. Just out of sheer size that is. Intellectually, both were complete cripples.
(Walter Docro)
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[22:17] When the lax is applied to his fingers, he gives an audible sigh of relief. The Ookami takes a deep breath and shakes his head afterwards, looking through everyone as she gingerly tended to his smooshed hands. ".. I am not looking forward to anything else regarding crushing my hand. That- That hurt."

Theo brought his wrist up and rubbed his nose, looking around the room. "Jeez. We really brought the whole squad together and that was still frightening." Theo's fingers started to look a little less red, bringing a hand up to brush his thumb across her bruise.

".. fuck. This is a god damn mess." His favorite quote to say and it's still applicable even the day to day. ".. When are we gonna' get an easy day, Amaerilde?"

A nod is given to Zefa, Walter, and Leni.
(Theo)
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[22:17] Walter Docro says, "Y'fucken' idiots need to stop getting y'shit beat in."
[22:18] Zefa says, "... Hm... Take a rest,,, You both deserve it..."
[22:18] Leni says, "Yeah! Stop getting your ssshhh....tuff. Beat in."
[22:18] Walter Docro says, "I live in a constant state of paranoia."
[22:18] Walter squints at Leni. Close one, huh?
(Walter Docro)
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[22:19] Leni almost swears. She avoids looking at Walter. But she can feel the staring.
(Leni)
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[22:19] Amaerilde says, "One of these days, but... This awful day was brought on by me."
[22:19] Amaerilde says, "But in my defense, he had a very punchable face at the time."
[22:19] Walter Docro says, "One day y'gonna' lose an arm or somethin', and there ain' nothing I'm gonna' be able to do abou' that."
[22:19] Leni says, "I've seen metal arms on people and stuff."
[22:19] Leni says, "They look kinda' neat."
[22:20] Zefa says, "... I am sorry for this..."
[22:20] Amaerilde says, "It's not your fault, Zefa."
[22:20] Walter Docro says, "Y'did great, you."
[22:20] Walter Docro says, "Uh... Zofa."
[22:20] Zefa says, "Now rest... You both deserve and need it..."
[22:20] Zefa says, ".... Zofa..."
[22:20] Walter Docro says, "Y-Yeah, we'll leave you to it."
[22:21] Leni exclaims, "Bye, guys! Uh. Be careful!"
[22:21] Amaerilde says, "You too, Leni."
[22:21] Theo says, ".. breh."
[22:21] Zefa says, "Hm... Fare you well... I will see if i can find this uhm... Betelgeuze again..."
[22:22] Amaerilde says, "Take care, Zefa."
[22:22] Amaerilde says, "Thank you for the help."
[22:22] Zefa says, "... Yourself..."