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| Healing in the Aftermath |
| (2012-12-12 - 2012-12-17) |
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| Faruja Senra | The population of Traverse Town has more or less exploded with the recent arrivals of the Manhattan Refugees, even after a certain number have left for towns more amiable to their modern tastes. Things have somewhat calmed down from the initial mass confusion, and the addition of the Hearts Intertwined camps have further helped those who so recently lost their home. But there's simply too many people, and every volunteer is needed. Faruja, dressed in his usual set of green robes over armor, walks out of one of the healer's tents. Smelling of herbs, and now what little 'modern' disinfectants surviving Manhattan doctors managed to bring with them during the escape, he gives a long sigh. That single red eye of his has slightly darker veins visible, a sign of very little sleep for the rat-thing. Reaching into his robes, he pulls out an ether, drinking it down. Faram knows he'll need it. First there were the fresh injuries, and now those that are more subtle; head trauma, broken bones, and other such problems. Even as he rests, leaning against a wall and slightly obscured in Traverse's constant night, he gazes out at the crowds milling about the streets. "Lord help these people. Help us all." |
| Melody Ellsmere | Tiptoe. Tiptoe. Tiptoe. Melody Ellsmere has thrown a traditional red-edged white robe over her usual outfit and is moving carefully amongst the wounded and refugee'd, frowning to herself as she goes. She has a staff, but it's clear she's not used to carrying it from how she's walking. Glancing up at the sky occasionally, she mutters wordlessly to herself, clearly not doing anything particularly useful beyond mostly avoiding stepping in the wounded. Inwardly she's making notes. |
| Kaydin | Kaydin looked amongst the people present. He was bare foot with a sleeveless black tunic with black trousers on, sword's chain wrapped about his arm with the weapon gripped tightly in his hand. He looks to the healers before one catches his eyes. He watches her intently for a few moments before he begins to approach. "The Slaughter Countess herself." He calls out, watching her and waiting for a reaction now. |
| Sarafina Carenze | As much as the engineer in Sarafina would like to investigate these 'lego blocks' that composed Captain Hook's vessel, she has other issues to deal with at present. Namely, the multitude of homeless people that now have found themselves in Traverse Town. However, there is some benefit for them to having ended up here--namely, there's plenty of buildings that have nobody living in them and so the issue is perhaps less of taking care of homeless people and more making sure that they're given shelter and that nobody gets missed. For someone like Sarafina, this is a sort of task she has had to do frequently in her life already, if not precisely for these reasons. Of course in the meanwhile, every little bit helps. Sarafina is no healer and is discussing with her husband, Dion Carenze, about the details of this task. She notices Faruja stepping out of the hut and throws an arm up to hail him. "Hail!" She says. "How goes the healing? If you are running low on, ah, juice--Dion can go scouting for more. A few of these buildings might need some modifications to more fit the family taking them but for the moment I think it'd be best to just pick the best available houses--well buildings--that we can." She hears 'slaughter countess' and looks towards Melody. "...Speaking of other healers." She says. |
| Faruja Senra | White robes with red trim? Check. Staff? Check. Walking around a camp of injured while frowning? Check. All signs point to a disgruntled healer! The Burmecian smiles, taking a long swig of his ever-present, Burmecian Aerial Assault Corp. issue hip flask, then jaunts his way over to the blonde. Why, she could very well be from Ivalice, given her hair color! "Faram bless, M'Lady White Mage! Mayhap you have come to offer your skills to these lost souls? We are in dire need of assistance. As you can see, 'tis far too many for what healers we have." "Ahh, Lady Carenze! Well enough. We've lost no one this eve, though a few have been close. Head wounds are nasty business. Please, if your good...Brother? would be so kind, 'twould be most helpful." The winged Lady gets a bow, though the rat can't help but look upon them a touch oddly. Shiver. Something about all of those eyes... Faruja turns to the human with a sword at his belt. Isn't that voice famil...GLARE. It's that blasted Dark Knight! Visibly sizing the man up, after a half minute, he stops as the man's words hit him. "Slaughter...Countess?" Cut confused Templar. "What /ever/ does he mean?" That's mostly directed to the blonde, but vaguely towards Sara as well as she comments. |
| Melody Ellsmere | As she's called out, Melody pauses, giving Kaydin a dirty look underneath her robey hood. There is no immediate reply from her, although as he draws nearer, she cringes back slightly. Fear? No -- save perhaps fear that he'll get /the poor/ on her. The drawn sword may make this peculiar. Sarafina gets a similarly petulant look, but being in highly theoretical disguise, she scoots back, nearer to Faruja. "AHEM," she says, "you must have me confused with SOMEONE ELSE, KAYDIN." Then towards Faruja, she blinks twice, perhaps unfamiliar with man-rats. "... yes; yes, that's exactly what I came here to do." She tosses her hair with one hand, despite the robe. Armor clanks a little under it, but only a little. "I suppose SOME people just are envious of beauty." |
| Kaydin | Kaydin chuckles. "If so then how do you know my name. Your not really good at hiding yourself." He says as he watches her. "Who sent you? Baigan or Morrighan?" He asks curiously as he continues walking closer to the robed woman, which means approaching faruja with his weapon in hand. |
| Sarafina Carenze | Sarafina is a soldier and she cares far more for an able medic over one that is kind. Just because one is a healer does not mean they are pleasant, of course, but there's no Rosa here. Only the 'Slaughter Countess', helpfully pinpointed by Kayden though that doesn't mean Kayden should get too close, if he is wise. Sarafina expects him to get close. "It is like SArafina the Western Wind, a nickname. But she is a healer." Sarafina says. "If she is here to help, she is one of the better healers I know of." She doesn't comment regarding beauty and whatnot. Dion says, "I think I will excuse myself here." He says. "If I am further needed, you can find me, dear." And he slides on off. Kaydin approaches but doesn't get much closer before a chainsaw is interplaced between his body and theirs. "Step off." She says. |
| Faruja Senra | One ear tilts. Armor? A little strange, but the rat can respect a prepared Mage. But, the whole 'Countess Slaughter' thing has him understandably suspicious. As does Melody rather loudly denying it, and mentioning the Dark Knight by name. Taking a step back, the short rat-thing bows, even as his eye narrows at this supposed 'white mage'. "Temple Knight Faruja Senra of the Most Holy Church of Saint Ajora Glabados, M'Lady. Lord bless." Formalities done, he sniffs in the noblewoman's direction. Then there's a sword, and then a chainsaw courtesy of Sarafina. Sigh. He clears his throat loudly. "Weapons away, please, both of you. Any battles here will only further injure the people of Manhattan. 'Tis a rather grizzly nickname, however, if you are truly a Healer then you are welcome here." Damn nobles. Faruja frowns, trying to not stare at Melody as if she's something unpleasant he stepped in. "...However, if you have come here as an agent of Darkness, know this; you will be watched. Many here are in no mood for those who would tear down entire worlds. Do I make myself clear, M'Lady? Otherwise, I shall trust Lady Carenze's appraisal of you." |
| Melody Ellsmere | "Kaydin, you incinerating imbecile," Melody says as her arms fold sharply, "do you think I would answer that question HONESTLY even if I knew it? Are you really goig to bring more suffering to the wounded people of - of -" She pokes out her tongue when Sarafina comes down with the chainsaw block, though it might easily be missed. Then she rolls her eyes to the heaven when Faruja moves from an introduction into a warning. "Oh my /goodness gracious/ what do you think I am going to do here, pack people up into a giant shortening pie crust in order to roast them and eat them later? I would NEVER steal Kaydin's wintertide plans from him!" She then snaps her fingers twice. "Come on, point me at your worst case. Injuries only if you please." |
| Sarafina Carenze | "I am not eager to allow one of those responsible for their condition to walk into our camp." Sarafina counters. "Their pride and dignity has suffered enough, allowing this fool in is not simply a security risk, but disgraceful and disrespectful." She shakes her head at Faruja, though, on the matter of Melody's nickname she quips. "It's just a nickname. Dark Knights can be rather morbid, at times, though I suppose it is little different from the dragoons either. Perform well in a campaign or mission and a grandoise title may be waiting for you. But she is, as I said, a healer. And she will heal." She pauses, glancing at MElody's arms for a moment, just to make sure they aren't snakes. Satisfied that they aren't, she seems to miss the tongue--or, at the very least, elects to 'miss' it. "In either case, could you escort her to hte wounded?" |
| Faruja Senra | "Of course not. Human tastes utterly disgusting. Somehow I think cooking such would not improve the taste." Faruja deadpans in response. Then she's snapping his fingers. The motion has the rat's unburnt brow twitching in irritation. "Mmm. He /does/ have quite a bit to answer for." The rat pauses. "And to be frank, on the whole, I agree. I am not quite convinced he has thrown aside his previous loyalties. The decision, dear Dame Carenze, is yours. You have far more experience and knowledge of Baron than I." He offers her a salute, then a bow. "Come then." The small ratling will start walking to a tent, farther back than the rest of those made out as impromptu medical facilities. Opening the tent flap, he allows the hospitaller in. Inside of the tent, is a bandaged young boy being loomed over by a large Bangaa with white robes. She looks as tired as Faruja, replacing some of the bandages on the boy's face. From the partially revealed wounds, it seems that he'd been mauled by a beast...or perhaps a Heartless, and yanked back at the last moment. Lucky to be alive, but it seems to be taking quite a bit to keep him alive. Despite all the cures, and empty potion bottles, the pile of bandages nearby might suggest they reopen easily, and often. A splint too would show the broken leg. "Here we are. This poor boy...I fear for him. Twice I thought him dead from the marks left by the Heartless. We can close them...but it seems the slightest movement brings them back. Then, the risk of infection..." His voice is quiet, and soft. "Do what you can. If you can save this boy, I shall be in your debt." |
| Kaydin | "Really? I was there at the portal defending it while you and your little group went off to deal with that pirate ship. I actually stayed on the ground making sure the heartless didnt have too big a meal. So if you really want to say I am responsible for their condition, be sure to get all the facts straight or else someone may get offended." Kaydin says as he looks to Sarafina. "I have had enough bigotry and self rightous soapbox ranting from a certain viera. I am sick and tired of it. Any more from anyone's tongues, and I will start a collection." He says, indeed as he talked the area did seem to get darker, veins were becoming more prominant along his head as he then turns to Faruja. Just like that the darkness vanished and he seemed to look slightly better as he raises his arm. "Kinda hard to sheathe something wrapped about my arm but if you really insist." He says as he throws the sword into the air, the chain unraveling from his arm. As the weapon falls he leaps, catching it and spins the sword so the chains wrapped about the blade, acting as a makeshift sheath before landing before them. "Better?" |
| Melody Ellsmere | Melody's arms are not snakelike at all. Well in the sense that they are relatively long and flexible, but not in the sense of being reptiles. She abandons her staff, apparently wholly unnecessary, and practically pushes aside the Bangaa with a hmpf. "I see," she muses. "Deep wounds, trending towards the reopening. I don't know so much about the Heartless, so it's possible there's some poison, but!" She snaps her fingers. "Watch this." One gloved hand makes a little flourish as the typical tension in the air from curative magic appears. The 'flavor' is a little different - cooler, perhaps more crystalline somehow - but the effect is more or less the same. "Hwahh --" And with a downward flourish, Melody reaches down to slap the boy's forehead with her first two fingertips. The energy discharges itself with a sudden burst of sparkles and light. The boy twitches as the power runs down him. There is a faint scent in the air as if meat had just been burned as Melody draws her hands back and dusts them off, saying as she does, "Well, I doubt he's going to win any beauty contests, but that should square him away. Don't let him pick at the scabs, obviously, and if he's been bleeding THAT much -" She pinches her nose for a moment, making a face - "You should be pouring some broth down his throat to replenish things." She then leans over to aside to Faruja, "Do excuse Kaydin, he cracked his skull once and we had to spackle what we could back in. Like a forcemeat, sort of." |
| Faruja Senra | The gives a little snort of irritation at being shoved away by a puny human, but otherwise lets her get to work. The other two healers in the room give their undivided attention as Melody rather theatrically goes about healing the boy. /That/ in particular has Faruja smiling, something of a dandy himself, before professional interest reclaims him. Sniff sniff. Burning meat, and that slightly crystal-like sense to the magic. It's certainly not the kind of White Magic he practices, his own often leaving a sense of slight warmth...and an odd fuzzy sensation. The boy's flesh, oddly enough, seems to almost harden briefly as he's touched then crumbles away to simple, healthy-if-scabbed flesh. That eye of the boy's is definitely gone, but there's no sign of infection. Really, he ends up looking not too much different from Faruja in that respect. A sympathetic frown from the boy, and he turns to the Bangaa. "As the Countess says. And do not forget to annoint his bandages with holy water. Lord alone knows what other taint the beast holds within its jaws! Prayers on the hour!" Turning back, his eye is filled with slight respect. He's still not sure if the woman is an enemy, but she kept her word. "Well done. May I have your name? Truthfully, if you please. I am a nezumi of my word, and I shall keep it unless it violates my oaths as a Knight of the Church or brings harm to the innocent or faithful." Tent flap open, and the rat will let Melody out. "Do tell me I have no more injuries to tend to." Hopefully the pair of baronites haven't hurt any civilians! A glance to Melody, and he smirks. "We have met. 'Twould explain much. I cannot rightly say that I like Baron, given its recent actions." And the fact it's armies use Heartless. "Your magic is not any style of White Magic I am familiar with. Curious. Mayhap we shall trade notes, if it ever shall please you." |
| Sarafina Carenze | Sarafina barely reacts to most of Kaydin's concerns. She does seem confused by being accused of bigotry and almost asks Kaydin if he knows what bigotry means. She doesn't though because it is not her role to be the humanist nor is it her role to discuss the meanings of definitions and words nor is it, even, to posture moralizingly at someone or to--as Kaydin accuses her of--to get on soapboxes. She may have felt the need to explain her reasoning to Faruja, but Faruja has many things that KAydin does not. For one, he has Sarafina's respect. For another, he is allied with her. And for another, he's actively helping the survivors. Faruja also does not have some things that Kaydin does. For instance, Sarafina is pretty sure his boss does not have snakearms. Nor has he helped assisting in the 'conquering' of Manhattan. A degree of consistency is something he has. So when all this is thrown at her, Kaydin is quiet for a bit, and then very carefully enunciated, she gives her answer. "I don't give a shit." She says. |
| Kaydin | "Nah you never did. Always willing to create your creations until something doesnt go your way. Point is you treat me as a threat and I will give you a reason to treat me such. Otherwise, do not ever raise your weapon or I will be forced to cut it from your hand." He says to her before looking to Faruja. "Hers is an ability not many have seen. Hence why she is given much leeway." He says as he looks about. "This all that made it out?" |
| Melody Ellsmere | "Countess Melody of Ellsmere," says the overly proud young woman, and how can you tell she's overly proud? Because she says it smugly. She offers one hand, perhaps for the manrat to kiss. "Hmf," she then continues, if with a more benign superiority to it than open smugness. "Perhaps when I've completed it. What your problem is, is that you're afraid to do a little harm to cause a lot of good. I'll give you a hint and see if you're clever." A little flourish towards the departing patient. "Take him. You were holding yourself back. Your heart wasn't aiming at 'repairing his wounds.' It was focused on 'easing his pain.' That's not the same thing, right? So sure, if he'd been awake that would have been like I just poured fire into his cuts - and he's going to have scars... BUT..." Her other hand goes onto her hip, smugly. "It's all a question of perspective." |
| Sarafina Carenze | Sarafina's weapon is still pointed at Kaydin. Kaydin looks about. It's at about this point that Sarafina's fist slugs him upside the head with enough force to punch through tempered steel. "I am not a priest. Equivocate for the moral high ground elsewhere in a church." She says. |
| Sarafina Carenze | Sarafina's weapon is still pointed at Kaydin. Kaydin looks about. It's at about this point that Sarafina's fist slugs him upside the head with enough force to punch through tempered steel. "I am not a priest. Equivocate for the moral high ground in a church." She says. |
| Faruja Senra | "'Tis not the lot, but a good majority. Far fewer than I would have liked." He answers, giving the Dark Knight that much for his efforts. Other than that? Well, Sarafina seems to be holding the line, and with far fewer words and shouting than he would. While not quite his style, the Burmecian nods in her general direction. Impressive! Faruja is offered a hand, and it's taken with a practiced hand, kissing her on the back of the hand respectfully amidst a bow. "Well met, M'Lady Countess. It pleases me to see a healer of such skill joining us." That smugness grinds on him, and his smiles might seem slightly forced. Faruja sets his jaw at the explaination. Lord help him, he was so caught up in the familiar pain of a Heartless mauling, he'd never even realized he wasn't putting everything into it. "...You did not bother to dull his pain. Indeed, burnt flesh. 'Twas akin to cauterizing a wound rather than attempting it's scabbing and bandaging." He considers it, petting his own tail thoughtfully. "Yes. I understand. A very curious method, and one I had not considered. Well worth it indeed. And a few herbs can take care of pain during the application in any case. While 'tis not something i would try on those in shock, or at the brink of death, I shall be mindful of such a technique. Is this common in Baron? Or something of your own divising?" He'll have to try it out on himself, first. Then, there's a punch being thrown. Immediately, the rat sets about, getting the injured away from the pair of Sarafina and Kaydin. Not that he really thinks Sara would intentionally hurt anyone here (aside from Kaydin), but he's not taking chances if a scuffle's about. Another would-be guard joins the frey, rather forcefully clearing some space for the duo under Faruja's direction. |
| Kaydin | Kaydin gets punched and thrown about. However as it looks like he may crash into the injured, he stops before hitting them, stabbing the ground with his sword and sighs. "Atleast have the decency to fight when we arent around the wounded. I worked hard to save them, dont need you to mess things up." |
| Melody Ellsmere | "Don't get me wrong," Melody says as she tosses her hair with one gloved hand again. "The old way isn't awful for /everything/. But for cuts and bleeding wounds, this is faster and cleaner. For bruises and internal fractures you should use the old kind. I wasn't going to mess with his leg - you had that under control, it seemed like." She starts fishing for something in a hip pouch - when fight's??? She darts forwards, suddenly eager, squealing in delight, "Fight! Fight! -" Then a pause. "Kaydin are you going to do that thing where you stand there and say something tough-sounding while taking lumps?" Melody says, snidely. "This is Carenze! Maybe you can learn to do something in between standing there like a post and acting like the world's largest meat chopper." |
| Sarafina Carenze | Was Melody's tongue always this sharp, Sarafina wonders. Nevertheless, Sarafina is not so careless as to punch Kaydin into the wounded or into the tent. "This is about you, not me, Kaydin." Sarafina says. "Depart, or prove your pride is of greater value to you than the people you are taking credit for saving despite us both knowing that helping them in one day does not erase that you endangered them in the first place." |
| Faruja Senra | Sigh. "M'Lady, please do not encourage violence in a refugee camp. I do believe the good Manhatanites have had their fill of /that/." Faruja does watch the punch with a smile. The guy kinda deserves it. Without any refugees in the way, he'll keep an eye on it. "Mmm. It shall take a touch of shifting in mindset, but, I am more than used to burning pain. 'Twould be best to apply to myself at first, I think. Much obliged, M'Lady. By all means, any critique of my healing skills as a Holy Knight are welcome." Otherwise? Faruja is going to swig from his hip flask as there's fistfighting going on. Someone should sell tickets. A brow rises at Sarafina's proclaimation. Curiously, the rat turns to Kaydin to see how the man would react. A hip flask, Burmecian Army's crest stamped on it, is offered to Melody politely. The (now) rather rare rice-whiskey common to his people within isn't exactly high class fare, but he'd be rude to not offer. |
| Kaydin | "I endangered them? I was the one who fought off baron with Xanatos Technology? I was the one who came down to push baron forces back from Balamb? Sarafina I may be proud but I cannot take credit to that. Xanatos brought what happened to manhattan on itself. They messed with Baron despite warnings that they were going to align with the shadow lords." Kaydin says as he begins to approach the woman now. "So if anyone is to throw blame about, perhaps one should look in the mirror, huh?" He asks as he would throw a fist for the woman now. |
| Melody Ellsmere | Melody for her part is putting a cigarette into a wooden holder. Strangely enough after some fiddling it burns blue and smells like spearmint. After taking a drag, she blows the smoke approximately towards Kaydin's head. "All of the bad stuff he just said is a complete lie, just so you know," she has to say to Faruja. "And I'm afraid I'm just passing through so I can't really /critique/ your style, but are you wearing yourself out quickly? Is that normal for -" A diplomatic pause, "For your people? I mean you can economize yourself, especially here, you know." Hospital techniques are way less high-security than 'my sophisticated battlefield medigun.' |
| Faruja Senra | "...No doubt." His tone holds more than a hint of 'not believing at all'. But until the rat's certain this one has ill intent, he'll continue being polite. Sometimes, being a knight is hard. Faruja doesn't even cough as Melody smokes, though he does breathe rather shallowly. "Less quickly, and more that...oh Lord in heaven, when was the last time I slept?" Until she said something, he hadn't even thought of little things like 'sleep'. The rat does nod though. "Admittedly, I do tend to overexert regardless. Less of a hospital worker, and more of a battlefield healer. I suppose I could do with cutting back on the power. My stamina, for my kind, is above average." The little rat puffs up his chest a touch at that. A bow. "M'Lady Countess, if it pleases you, stay and assist. If you will excuse me, I should find my way back to the hotel and an actual bed. Dame Carenze, as always, a pleasure. Lord bless you both." A pause as he bows. "As for /you/...mmm. Lord place you on the path to absolution." Then, the rat-thang is off! |
| Sarafina Carenze | It's a lot harder to beat Sarafina in a fight when one isn't aided by a healer and a swarm of heartless. Sarafina catches Kaydin's hand in her own and Sarafina is noted for two things: engineering, and strength. She holds Kaydin's hand fast for a moment and then says, "So I have my answer." She doesn't argue the other points. She was homeschooled more than anything and has never been in a debate club. Instead she lets out a whistle, calling over a small group of guards. They don't seem terribly interested in debate either. Instead they will guide Kaydin away from the healing tents as wordlessly as possible. They don't get violent about it but they are rather firm. |