Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Open to Medivha and anyone else in the merchant's district.
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(Time: 21:00)
Stephen found himself in the unpleasant sensation of bleeding out. Earlier tonight, a small group of CAEsAL members had cornered a rouge assassin at the docks. Once cornered, she became hysterical and attacked. Long story short, the rouge CAEsAL was dead but Zorn was badly wounded and Stephen had a gotten multiple shallow cuts on his chest and arms from protecting Pyrite, one of the newer assassins in the guild. For all his trouble, Pyrite not only freaked out but had to be escorted home by the second in command who also had to run Zorn to a bloody doctor in Central Square. By the time this all was said and done, he had lost a good amount of blood and his patients was torn to shreds along with his arms. The main doctor had his hands full with Zorn so now he was staggering through the streets, looking from some random doctor in the Merchant's district. Finally, he spotted the blasted building. After yanking the door open as best as he could in his current state he surveyed the room. No one appeared to be here at the moment. "Blast it all, Is anyone here?! If you are asleep you better get up right now or I will bleed all over your nice floor, which has probably already happened since you are taking ages to appear," he snapped loudly, annoyance and fatigue written all over his face.
Vieka scrambled into view from her back door, a (grumpy) orange tabby awkwardly held in her hands as the female stared at her newly acquired bleeding patron.
"I thought i locked that door?" She grumbled, frowning as her furry companion yowled unhappily and clawed its way out of her hands and onto the floor, stropping and sitting by the door, tail flicking, in the way that all cats do when their hooman's have disrupted nap time. "Oh yeah, you disrupted me from closing shop..." She glared at the cat before sighing and making her way to the bleeding man on her doorstep, taking one look at him and realizing that her lovely top was fraked.
The half blood had been enjoying her quiet time in her back garden, walking around in her grey satin shirt and stockings (showing more skin then she would ever be caught in in public), lazing in her hammock with a few feline friends. Relaxing time was obviously over now if the bleeding males ranting had any indication. "Half a mind to throw you out to bleed outside..." She muttered unhappily, slinking over by the kitchen.
"In here. I'm not having you bleed over my sofa." She pointed casually to one of the dining chairs while rummaging through her cupboards, pulling out some cleaning alcohol, water and a rag.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Stephen took one look at the woman and instantly disapproved. Either this was some private, upscale brothel he'd walzed into or this doctor had highly inappropriate night attire. Her snarky attitude did nothing to sweeten his opinan towards her either. At least she had a cat so she might be at least halfway decent. Maybe. "Oh yes, let us just toss me out. I am positive that adandoning a dying man on your front step will do wonders for you little business," he shot back, his voice dripping with sacrasum.
Though he would love nothing more than to hold the cat, he resisted the temptation as he stalked over to the designated chair. If he was a cat, he certainly would not like another fellow's blood matting up his fur. So, he must refrain from his desires for at least until he was cleaned up. With a sigh, he eased down into the chair, wincing some.
Looking around the shop he now noticed that is was very simple furnished. This woman must be new to this business. Hopefully her doctoring skills were not as simple as her shop. "You do know what you are doing, correct? If not this is an immense waste of my time and blood," he sniffed unpleasantly, giving her an unimpressed glare. A few cuts did not seem too monumental of a task but you never know with Commoners these days...
The half blood rose a brow, subtly amused he thought she cared all that much about her reputation. Realization that he hadn't come here because of her reputation dawned on her. her alliance with Mingo's in the merchant district meant people were coming to her because they saw the shop, not so much through word of mouth of her talents like it usually was; since he wasn't aware of her skills, he must be one of the former.
"Your welcome to leave if you think your wasting your time. Quite frankly, I have better things i could be doing during my after hours time instead of fixing up your ungrateful arse." Vieka stated dryly, dumping her medical supplies on the table before crouching by the males feet, several rags in hand and her arms resting lazily on her legs as she looked up at him, gazing around his face, neck and shoulders before moving down, assessing all his wounds, taking longer to study his arms.
'A few nicks on his face and legs, but the majority of the damage seems to be on his forarms, and there's a couple of nasty cuts to his chest that'll need dealing with.' she thought to herself, making her observations quickly before shredding the rags in her hands, tearing them into long strips that she then tied around his arms tightly and efficiently to stop the excess blood flow. She then used the remaining cloth to fold into a large square, "Hold this here" which she pressed against his bloodied chest, leaving him to hold it in place while she tore her last rag into more strips to secure the square with, moving behind him to tie off the ends before moving back in front to get more things from her kitchen.
"Those wounds on your arms are defensive correct? You don't need to tell me why or how you got them, but i need to know what kind of weapon inflicted them, and if you know if poison was used. Also, tell me now if I've missed any major injuries or if any particular place hurts more so then the rest." She ordered, briskly moving around her work space and withdrawing more supplies.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Stephen Leland on Jul 14, 2015 2:36:16 GMT
He snorted at her remark back. At least she did not back down to his verbal challenge. Straight to business. Maybe she was better than he gave her credit for. He complied to her demands and held the bandage in place, sitting silently in his exhaustion as she attended to his wounds. He closed his eye and listened to her bustle around. At her questions he let out a sigh- more from fatigue then annoyance. "Yes, I was defending myself from an attacker. She wielded two kidney daggers. No, I do not believe I am poisoned. The worst of my injuries are on my chest and arms but I think she might have nicked my lower left side," his tone was slow as he responded without opening his eyes. Lifting his free arm he pointed to the area he had mentioned, "right here." Fun Facts!
"the bollock dagger has two oval swellings at the tip of its shaft resembling the male genitalia. This dagger was popular in England and Scotland between the 13th and 18th centuries and was commonly carried by outlaws and raiders.
In the Victorian period, historians called the dagger the kidney dagger, because of the two lobes at the guard and in order to avoid sexual connotations. The bollock dagger is also the origin of the expression 'bollocking,' which means to give or receive chastisement."
"Eyes open bleeder, or you could cause internal damage." Vieka spoke, making sure her voice was clear and steady. Tugging up his shirt she eyed the nick in his side, noting that the wound was shallow but bleeding profusely. Also noted was the fact the male knew exactly what kind of blade was used on him. She presumed it was some kind of dagger, considering the short precise strokes that were clean through the skin, but would put some research into it when the guy was resting and secure, and sort out the mess of information she was given then.
The half blood scowled, acknowledging that If didn't heal up the multiple wounds soon, they, and his exhaustion, could end up with rather severe consequences. Most of the general bleeding had at the very least been blocked, so she could put him on her couch without worrying about blood stains... hopefully anyway.
"Alright, come on, up; I need to get you to the couch and get you laid out flat so your heart has an easier time pumping whats left of your blood through your body." She grumbled, moving to a cupboard to pick up one more large cover before hoisting up the red head up and placing one of his arms over her shoulder, intent on helping the exhausted man to her leather couch and putting the blanket down before he could bleed over her favourite napping spot.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Stephen Leland on Jul 27, 2015 17:19:02 GMT
Stephen sighed but opened his eyes and concentrated on staring at the ceiling as she examined him. At her order he felt conflicted. He really did not want to movie but lying down sounded better than being hunched over in this chair. His choice was taken from him as she pulled him to his feet. "I do not need your assistance, I can move on my own," he grumbled but accepted the help anyways. He eased himself onto the couch after she put the blanket down. Spotting the cat once more he whistled to it quietly, offering his hand out for the creature to inspect, "Is this cat yours?"
The cat looked over lazily, tail flickering slightly as it thought over it's actions before deciding to stand and slowly meander over. He sniffed at the proffered hands slightly before drawing back, then sniffing again, before finally licking lightly at Stephens fingertips and pushing his head underneath the digits to force a nice head rub. Vieka let her dark gaze flicker to the ginger tabby before looking back to her patient, rubbing her hands together slowly while concentrating, her eyes flickering to his face briefly before closing.
"No, it's a stray. Several of them hang around here." She answered, letting the magical energy in her system build up. She needed to get the worst of his injuries healed and out of the way so she could focus on other problems such as his exhaustion and blood loss, but to deal with that many wounds, no matter how minor.... doing them one by one would be pointless. The male was a Feline Andersweltler, half breed, if she had to guess from his eyes. She doubted he'd care too much about magic being used on him, and if he did, well, tough shite really. She didn't want to have to deal with a corpse on her couch so he'll have to deal.
"Just a warning, this is going to feel pretty strange, probably pretty intense. Just.... try not to move." She mumbled, unwilling to tell the auburn haired male that she wasn't very practiced in using raw magic like this. Slowly, light flames began to flicker over her hands, her magical essence, before she took a deep breath and held them out over him, placing on on his abdomen and the other on his chest.
Immediately, her entire body felt like it was on fire, and in her minds eye should could see hot spots of where all his wounds were. One by one, she began healing the wounds from the inside out; healing the smaller ones completely and stopping the bleeding on the worse ones. As her magic flowed through his system, she could point out several other issues as well.
"Dehydrated.... probably partly to due with exhaustion, partly from blood loss. You have high amounts of stress retention in your upper shoulders and neck, and obviously your blood is running a little thin...." She mumbled to herself, concentrating hard with a slight dip to her brows.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Stephen Leland on Aug 11, 2015 4:42:17 GMT
Stephen smiled tiredly, pleased to have the cat's attention. He rewarded it with scratching it's head lightly. "Stray or not, she is a fine cat," he commented. As she warned him he was about to ask why when an out-worldly sensation hit him from her touch. The hand petting the cat froze and as his face morphed into confusion and mild discomfort. Tearing his eyes from the cat, he was greeted by the sight of her inflamed hands on his person. To his utter astonishment, he wounds seemed to heal at and insanely fast rate, looking weeks old rather than hours. She then proceeded to list all his aliments without batting an eyelash, shocking the noble further. "You can tell all this just from touching me," he asked in an aghast and awe filled tone.
The doctor let out a very unladylike snort, shaking her head slightly. "If i could learn all a persons medical conditions just by touching them, that would be impressive." She mused, a slight smirk turned grimace as she tried to keep her concentration on the task. "I'm threading magic through your circulatory system and tracing platelet cell activity to the affected area's. Any open wounds found, I simply direct more of these cells to close the injury. As for your other ailments, that's simply observation through the direction of your lymphocytes and hemoglobin distribution." She muttered on, spewing medical mumbo jumbo without thought as she continued to work through his bodies immune system. The task wasn't an easy one, and the amount of concentration it required was beginning to show as sweat gathered on her brow and on the hairs at the back of her neck. Feeling like your bodies on fire isn't exactly an easy thing to work through either.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Stephen Leland on Aug 13, 2015 4:24:02 GMT
The noble simple blinked in response. He prided himself in knowing more information than the average citizen but the information she was spouting out seemed a whole different language to him. "That sounds.... highly complex," he finally responded, trying to ignore the invasive feeling coursing through him. "Is this operation almost done? I have a bit of a deadline. Not that I wish to rush my medical care but I thought I should mention my concerns. I have no doubt that you would like to retire soon as well," he commented with slight discomfort in his voice but he was feeling better thanks to... whatever this woman was doing.
Snorting slightly, the doctor looked rather amused at his comment. "Best get ready to miss your deadlines then, because in the state you're in you won't be going anywhere soon. If I had to take a guess, I'd say you've lost probably over a litre of blood, never mind the wounds and exhaustion. The fact you haven't started going into shock yet is rather impressive." She grumbled, moving the position of her hands. Any small cuts were dealt with by now, and she'd have to work on the bigger ones by hand. As for his blood levels, "I don't have the equipment or the skill to give a transfusion, the most i can do here is promote blood cells to reproduce..."
She had a feeling he was probably going to complain, maybe even try and leave, and she supposed she could just let him, but now she'd spent her time trying to fix him, the half breed would be dratted if her snotty patient was going to waste all her effort and time by going out to do hell knows what and getting himself killed through exhaustion and shock anyway. She'll strap him to the couch and let him loose tomorrow morning if she has to.
Post by Stephen Leland on Aug 18, 2015 14:53:36 GMT
“A whole liter,” he sputtered in shock. Sure, he knew he lost a good amount of blood and almost fainted a few times but a whole liter was far more than he had anticipated “Never mind; I can see that movement would be foolish at the moment... A whole liter,” he muttered under his breath as he shook his head. True, most days he was a bit rough on himself but it was downright idiotic to lose a whole liter of blood from just a knife fight. It was all his fault for ignoring his own condition and putting others above himself. Last time that would happen for a while.
A sudden thought occurred to him. Turning his head up a bit, he examined his caretaker thoughtfully. “You are not pulling my leg, are you doctor? If you are making me stay here just so you can add to my bill I will not be pleased in the slightest,” he narrowed his eyes at her, a threat in his voice.
Vie paused her healing before promptly applying more pressure on one of the sore spots using her magic, an irritable expression plastered on her face as she pressed down, deliberately hurting him. “You really shouldn’t make accusations, especially to the people who are doing you a favour while they're doing you the favour.” she replied, her tone the strangest mix of light hearted and rather sharp.
“I oughta just throw you outside to deal with it yourself.” she growled, no longer hiding her distaste as she removed her hands from his being with a rough push, stumbling to her feet. She paused a second, trying to regain her balance as fatigue washed over her and sent her swaying for a wary moment, thankfully not for very long. Vieka ran her hands over her face, steadying her feet and contemplating how much energy and magic she had just wasted on the arrogant brat, certainly more than she had to on a regular basis that was for sure, before stalking away towards the stairs. The doctor was intent on at least wearing some drat pants if she was going to have to deal with this shite.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Stephen Leland on Aug 18, 2015 15:03:32 GMT
The sudden intense pressure on his wound caused him to grunt, pain flickering across his face. Queens, this woman was vicious! Gritting his teeth, he refrained from saying anything with her present- she had already caused him enough pain.
With her gone, he felt safe enough to grumble his displeasure, "She just had to take my comment to heart." He snorted and closed his eyes "Some doctor... oughta just throw you outside," he mimicked in a snobby tone. Oh great, now he was acting the child. It would be for the best if he just shut up for a while or else he would find himself staggering home.
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