Getting a leg up

In this scene Emilee was speaking to Lucy about an unrelated issue when Augustus hobbled into town, needing medical attention. Amaranth helped.

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Augustus hobbled into the inner square of Achyon on crutches, his thigh now a bloody and bandaged stump, a shoddy job too, for the blood was leaking onto the paving.

He'd look around for any doctors.. And.. Just sit in the town square with his injury.. Waiting for one too come by.
(Augustus Vorenii)

The Docro would shake her head, it was such a shame. "I see, thank you for looking into it for me."

The information she wanted was nowhere. It wasn't that big of an issue, yet at the same time, it was. The Docro just let out a sigh before she then eyed the injured person.

"You, crutches, come to me I'm a doctor."

From one thing to another it seemed.
(Emilee pyr Docro)

Amaranth emerges from within her house. The normally more masculine-ly attired creature is notably wearing A DRESS (TM).

The boyish ginger stares, doing a doubletake at the gorefest limping on into Achyon proper.

"What the fook happened to you, mate?!"

She says, pointedly, to Augustus, voice rumbling past her lips, ending in a breathless, worried squeak.

"Heck. I can get a trauma hit, like.. Put pressure or something on it." The suggestion is reflexive, uncertain. And there's relief when Emilee speaks up.

"...can I help at all?"
(Amaranth)

An order!

The Private stumbled forth hastily, performing a salute and nearly dropping the crutches while he did so.

A glance given too Amaranth, "Ogre.. I don't know if a Trauma kit will do anything, going too need a replacement I think."
(Augustus Vorenii)

Amaranth says, "Aaaa... "

Augustus had been seperated from his leg entirely.
(Augustus Vorenii)

Guinevere Aertas bought Sandwich for 120c from Delisle Industries!

Emilee would just shake her head. "You'll need a mithril kit so I can assemble a new leg for you."

It was a shame but it seemed he'd be on crutches until that was brought to her, and well, she wasn't going to supply one, she didn't have it after all.

"Sorry."
(Emilee pyr Docro)


Augustus nodded, "I have the coin, I just do not know where too acquire one." he stated, rather plainly all things considered.
(Augustus Vorenii)

Amaranth says, "... ahem."

Emilee pyr Docro says, "MHmhm, oh, it looks like someone might sellyou it."

Augustus Vorenii asks, "How much?"

Amaranth says, "... it's.. it's your f-- leg, mate. I.. I.."

Amaranth stares at Augustus.
(Amaranth)

Augustus Vorenii says, "1500? More, less, I don't mind."

Amaranth says, "... heck, mate. You get me the materials once you're not missing YOUR LEG, that's fine.."

Augustus Vorenii asks, "Hmm? Alrighty, so 1500?"

Amaranth says, "... and I wanna watch... it bein' installed. Ain't good with that bit, yet."

Amaranth says, "If Lady pyr Docro would permit me to watch the installation, that'd.. be payment enough fer me."

Augustus Vorenii says, "Nonsense, take the money."

Augustus Vorenii says, "And feel free too watch, I don't mind."

You pick up a bag with 1500 Coins inside.

Emilee pyr Docro says, "If you won't take the money I will."

Amaranth says, "... fine, fine.."

Amaranth says, "One sec, be right back.."

(Amaranth travels home)

Amaranth has taken Trauma Kit from the chest.

Enhanced Trauma Kit
Ingredients: Arcanium (x2), Mythril (x9), Orichalcum (x9)
Energy: 100
"An assortment of finely tuned metals and crystals that can be carefully linked to the nervous system, able to restore a permanent external injury in the right hands - though not to full capacity (75%). It uses orichalcum for the internal wiring. Face a player and activate the recipe to use it."

Amaranth says, "So awkwardly, I swore I had some Arcanium at home but I ain't.."

Augustus Vorenii asks, "Wha.. What do you need Arcanium for?"

Amaranth says, "...? "

Amaranth asks, "You wanted the best, didnae you?"

Augustus Vorenii exclaims, "Beggars can't be choosers!"

Augustus grinned.
(Augustus Vorenii)

Emilee pyr Docro asks, "You were going to give this guy a free arcanium prosthetic?"

Augustus Vorenii says, "Yeah, I'm not worthy of that."

Amaranth says, "... anyway, I've brought along a mithril and orichalcum kit.."

You drop Trauma Kit.

Augustus Vorenii picks up Trauma Kit.

Augustus Vorenii drops Trauma Kit.

Emilee pyr Docro says, "Follow me."

You are now following Emilee pyr Docro

Emilee pyr Docro says, "Sit."

You have stopped following Emilee pyr Docro.

Amaranth hovers, her anxious expression shifting into an academically curious one. The small ginger looks Augustus up and down, and then queries..

"So, like.. I just brought the parts to assemble, but I could help fiddle with it. Happy to just stand back, though. I just ain't never built nothing that's gotta be compatable with someone's inner workings.."

She points at Augustus' leg stump.

"You gonna be able to make a proper attachment point with... what's left?"

Yeah, the ginger's clinical manner probably could use some work.


(Amaranth)


Augustus Vorenii says, "Commander."

Augustus performs a salute while seated.. Without his leg.
(Augustus Vorenii)

Amaranth exclaims, "...Commander...!"

Ryker pyr Docro says, "Hello."

Amaranth likewise performs a salute, inadvertantly rubbing in the fact that she ain't got a leg cut off.
(Amaranth)


"Okay bud, this is how it's going to go. Drink." Emilee would take out a potion from the kit designed to completely numb one senses. Sadly this was not going to be as clean as she wanted it to be, the orge had chomped down on a pretty bad spot.

"This will numb the pain, and also - look towards the ceiling." While speaking she would begin to assemble a new leg from the hip up, thankfully this was a model designed for those in the Achyon's Hand so he could still fight. "It'll be over in an instant, I promise."


(Emilee pyr Docro)

He'd respond too Amaranth first, "I don't mind any fidgeting, just don't break it any more than it already is - And don't worry - Magitech has never let me down before."

A snuggly wrapped finger warm inside a glove would then point too the Magitech eye.

With that, he'd sip the potion and look too the ceiling, whatever happens, happens.

 Potential...
(Augustus Vorenii)

Amaranth watches carefully as Emilee gets to work, nodding at Augustus' comments. His attitude certainly is one she shares, that a Magitech prosthetic was the proper way to solve his missing leg.

After a few moments of quiet contemplation, the ginger-haired artificer actually crouches down and begins pitching in. Her deft fingers select parts, offering them to Emilee to assemble into a new leg for private Augustus. "This bit's self-lubricating, yeah, like, so th' knee joint shouldn't lock up compared to previous models. Shiny, innit."

A small glimmer of pride glimmers in her silver-dark eyes, echoes in her voice. Clearly, Amaranth has a passion for magitech assembly.

But other than pitching in with the part creation, Amaranth is clearly cautious about meddling with the medical portion of Augustus' needs.

(Amaranth)

Emilee would wait a moment for the potion to kick in, idly passing the time the Docro would come up with a game plan on how to do this in the most efficient and quickly way possible.

"You, take this" Lax essence, anti-septic cream, and disinfectant would be offered to Amaranth. "When I do what I'm about to do, get to work immediately."

The Docro assumed they wished to be a doctor, so they mine as well gain hands on experience. If Emilee could perform a surgery while pretending to be blind then this person could easily do this basic task. l

Yet, the trouble came in with his injury. Only his thigh remained, there was no suitable place to attach the prosthetic besides his hip and so - she'd have to amputate the rest of his leg.

"Okay, three-" Emilee would lied as she began her count down, the heavens would surround her finger tips, a small ball of mana would be condensed and shot out like a pulsar.

A scalpelof mana would immediately remove the man's hip so she could attach the prosthetic.

Her eyes would then turn to Amaranth, it was her time to shine.
(Emilee pyr Docro)

The Private had been numbed by the anesthetic, yet not unconscious, he was not expecting this too occur.. Even when she warned Amaranth of the urgency.

His gaze was on the ceiling, mind fairly absent, until he felt a searing pain, and let out a loud yelp!

 Did Amaranth fuck it up!?

His eyes fell down now too his hip which was.. No longer present.. Star's above was he misheard he wanted a new leg, not a removed hip!

It was all too much, he simply passed out from hyperstimulation.
(Augustus Vorenii)

Amaranth accepts the lax essence, anti-septic cream, and disinfectant. And from the mithril kit, she selects a set of gloves. Either the ginger was familiar with the materials, either she knew what to expect, or she was able to demonstrate a solid facsimile of competence and confidence.

The sound of metal-on-metal follows. Thin chains slither, clink, and assemble around her like a network of makeshift limbs. Concerningly, it's unclear where the boyishly figured woman had hidden such beneath the conservative dress she's wearing. The metal's just there, snaking around her torso, anchored around her shoulders and upper biceps. The chains wrap around, holding the medicinal herbs and disinfectant within reach.

Amaranth had already started to act before Emilee started her countdown. The ginger quietly disinfected the newly created Magitech limb, focusing on the points where metal would surely meet raw flesh.

And then Emilee counts three. The -voip- of mana cleaves flesh and bone from Augustus' leg better than any scalpel. Amaranth could easily have been unprepared for such an action. Still, unlike Augustus, who had been innocently looking towards the ceiling, her full attention had been focused on the Docro.

In truth, this was the first time for Amarnath. There'd been books, of course. But never a live subject! But despite her excitement, when it matters? Amaranth acts. She selects a combination of lax essence and anti-septic cream with her gloved hands, slathering it on thickly onto the new, clean wound inflicted by Emilee.

"Hoh." She exhales, attention flicking to Augustus' face. "That ain't good, is it?" She inquires, regarding Augustus' loss of consciousness, finishing coating the wound. "Do you recommend slappin' him or summat, Doctor?"
(Amaranth)

"No this is fine, now he won't squirm."

While him passing out was a side effect of her scalpel, it didn't matter. Putting the leg on required him to actually sit still, and if he was going to flail about after it then it would just be annoying.

And so she would get to work, large mithril bolts would go where his joints would be, turning them in they would lock into his flesh as orichalcum wiring slowly filled in as nerves.

More and more would the Docro turn locks, the sound of clicking emanated from his leg each time she did as it took it's shape of an actual, sturdy leg.

It was what had to be done, this was the price of losing a battle.

Yet she was done now, her eyes would then turn to Amaranth who was hopefully watching the entire thing. With one nod she would smile. "Good work."

"When he wakes up he should be fine, give him a slap or two if he takes a bit." Her work here was done, and so Emilee would turn around, only to turn back. "And clean up the mess."

Emilee refused to have hip and blood splattered across her floor.
(Emilee pyr Docro)

Emilee pyr Docro has attached a Mythril Limb Prosthetic for Augustus Vorenii!

His leg had been replaced, but the boy still slept, exhausted from the battle and hip removal.. He'd be resting for some time.
(Augustus Vorenii)

He wouldn't squirm now? Oh, that makes sense.

Amaranth nods, clearly taking mental notes. She more or less stays out of Emilee pyr Docro's way, which is no mean feat considering the network of chains hanging around her -- those metal arm-like appendages. The petite ginger hovers just out of the way, her gaze clearly focused on the specifics of what Emilee was doing.

Good work?

It's only at that praise that Amaranth returns from her hyperfocus. Intense concentration shifts into barely concealed delight. A pink flush raises to pale cheeks, pride once more glimmering in those silver-dark eyes of hers.

"...thank you, Lady pyr Docro." She murmurs, the young woman almost squirming at the faint praise. That is, before Amarnath got a hold of herself and stands at attention.

"Give him a slap or two if he ain't rousin' quick enough, an' clean up the mess." She repeats dutifully, before nodding with enthusiasm. Clearly, she didn't need much prompting! The ginger gets to work on tidying up the space immediately. Metal chains crumple and crunch, the network slithering along her pale form and up her arms. Ultimately, taking the shape of a dustpan and broom.

"Hm.. probably will need a mop." She murmurs to herself, sweeping up the gore with the metal dustpan.
(Amaranth)

Amaranth says, "I'll tidy up here and then be on my way, m'Lady. "
Emilee pyr Docro says, "Very well then."