Setting
Welcome to Wing City Hospitals!
Our aim is to provide a tailored and comprehensive medical care of an award winning standard free of charge to everyone within the Multiverse. In partnership with The O'Connar Fund For Emergency Care, it is our promise is to offer fast, high quality treatment to anyone in need of it.
We are a large city hospital, with over 1000 beds occupied at any given time, and our staff is trained in all the eccentricities of Wing City's population. Need a wizard to fix your ailments, rather than a surgeon? The hospital can provide. Need a doctor who can deal with your powers exploding left right and centre while they fix your gaping wounds? No problem. Our staff are all highly trained to deal with the problems faced by genuine Wing City residents. No power is too powerful for us to deal with, and no race is too obscure; we offer a wide range of powered doctors, and our xenobiology department works day and night to meet your non-human needs.
Our staff is well versed in the more dangerous side of life in Wing City, despite the hospital and grounds being declared a demilitarised zone. We warn those who would cause this organisation harm that our staff are all highly trained, and acts of wanton violence against staff, patients or trust property will be dealt with severely.
You have now arrived in the hospital itself; please feel free to check in at the front desk, where you will be pointed in the right direction. Otherwise, look around and see if you can spot the department you need.
Feel free to use NPC Staff:
Nurses: Julia Farthing, Charge Nurse John Brown, Sister Isa Ling.
Pharmacists: Rob Miko and Jenny Sing.
Physio and Occupational therapists: Tora Laue, Jesetta Carmichal, Toby Forello.
Mental Health Professionals: Maximums Senningate, Rebecca White.
Health Care Assistants and Orderlies: Tim Roe, Harriet Roaring, Kelly South, Anita Talanta.
Porters: Nick West, Arron Viking, Kieran Lon.
Cleaning Staff: Charlotte Howley, Jin Ton, Surry Billingate.
Catering Staff: Phil Crowler, Jess Wright, Tommy Gazette.
Security: Mic Field, Tobias Boxing, Larry King, Sarha Farmer.
Emergency Medical Staff: Mecca, Truman Roth, Lilly Hakkat.
Transport Drivers: Freddie Borrow, Harmon Jett, Amy Usell.
An ultra-modern building for the most part, WCH also caters to beings from alternate timelines and continuities of altered or regressed medical technology. They guarantee that there is a ward to suit all patients, no matter where they are from or how dangerous their powers might be. Feel free to write your interaction into the correct ward setting for your character, if such a ward isn't already available.
NPC staff are versatile and there to help; they will step in for any needs that your partner players cannot fulfill. They will also intervene if things become out of hand, dangerous to staff, patients or property, or someone becomes violent.
The building is owned and run by Mr Horatio Castle, who is constantly looking to improve services and make WCH a better, safer place to be treated.
Our aim is to provide a tailored and comprehensive medical care of an award winning standard free of charge to everyone within the Multiverse. In partnership with The O'Connar Fund For Emergency Care, it is our promise is to offer fast, high quality treatment to anyone in need of it.
We are a large city hospital, with over 1000 beds occupied at any given time, and our staff is trained in all the eccentricities of Wing City's population. Need a wizard to fix your ailments, rather than a surgeon? The hospital can provide. Need a doctor who can deal with your powers exploding left right and centre while they fix your gaping wounds? No problem. Our staff are all highly trained to deal with the problems faced by genuine Wing City residents. No power is too powerful for us to deal with, and no race is too obscure; we offer a wide range of powered doctors, and our xenobiology department works day and night to meet your non-human needs.
Our staff is well versed in the more dangerous side of life in Wing City, despite the hospital and grounds being declared a demilitarised zone. We warn those who would cause this organisation harm that our staff are all highly trained, and acts of wanton violence against staff, patients or trust property will be dealt with severely.
You have now arrived in the hospital itself; please feel free to check in at the front desk, where you will be pointed in the right direction. Otherwise, look around and see if you can spot the department you need.
Feel free to use NPC Staff:
Nurses: Julia Farthing, Charge Nurse John Brown, Sister Isa Ling.
Pharmacists: Rob Miko and Jenny Sing.
Physio and Occupational therapists: Tora Laue, Jesetta Carmichal, Toby Forello.
Mental Health Professionals: Maximums Senningate, Rebecca White.
Health Care Assistants and Orderlies: Tim Roe, Harriet Roaring, Kelly South, Anita Talanta.
Porters: Nick West, Arron Viking, Kieran Lon.
Cleaning Staff: Charlotte Howley, Jin Ton, Surry Billingate.
Catering Staff: Phil Crowler, Jess Wright, Tommy Gazette.
Security: Mic Field, Tobias Boxing, Larry King, Sarha Farmer.
Emergency Medical Staff: Mecca, Truman Roth, Lilly Hakkat.
Transport Drivers: Freddie Borrow, Harmon Jett, Amy Usell.
An ultra-modern building for the most part, WCH also caters to beings from alternate timelines and continuities of altered or regressed medical technology. They guarantee that there is a ward to suit all patients, no matter where they are from or how dangerous their powers might be. Feel free to write your interaction into the correct ward setting for your character, if such a ward isn't already available.
NPC staff are versatile and there to help; they will step in for any needs that your partner players cannot fulfill. They will also intervene if things become out of hand, dangerous to staff, patients or property, or someone becomes violent.
The building is owned and run by Mr Horatio Castle, who is constantly looking to improve services and make WCH a better, safer place to be treated.
Wing City Hospital
The go-to for any and all Wing City medical requirements. This organisation offers a wide verity of highly skilled staff who are capable of fulfilling the needs of all life forms. Equality, confidentiality and high quality care guaranteed.
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Xander DeLeon [42] The love of family...
Priestess [31]
Sara Drake [24]
Jack Mercer [22] A Federation Terran who earned his citizenship and is the COO of Daedalus Enterprises.
Administratum Myrkul [21] Destroyed regulating structures must be recommenced. This is my purpose
Erika Onzanem [14] Demon Frog Mom--Erika is a dark celestial being taking the form of a woman with some froggy quirks.
Rosh Zenzara [13]
Freja Ortega [11] A cheery and jovial Minotaur woman who leads a group of bandits. She hails from the realm of Netherworld Styx.
Professor Asp [10] "You could be improved..."
Horatio Castle [10] It's a lie.
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It was not a minute past six when Octavia's phone would start to ring. The number was unfamiliar, and in fact it was a phone booth just outside of the hospital that Steve had been waiting at since leaving.
Tavi had just clocked out when her phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but she did tell Steve to call after 6 and didn't have time to put his number in her phone, so she answered. "This is Tavi."
Steve answered straight back, "This is Steve. I am calling to confirm that we should go together to a place that is fancy enough that it is impressive, but not so expensive that I will regret offering to pay for it in case neither of us are impressed with the others courting rituals, as is the normal standard for human relationships."
"Wing City never sleeps, it is one of the small advantages." There was a momentary pause as he looked at himself on the other side of the phone. "I am also not dressed for a date, so we will be equivalent."
How long had it been? An hour or two? Erika wasn't sure. She only knew that she'd been carrying the young woman on her back for what felt like a pretty long time. The journey and extra weight didn't really bother her, but the sand that had managed to find it's way into her bra was testing her patience. After checking Talim in and escorting her to a bed Erika made a point to excuse herself and tidy up a bit real quick-like. This mostly consisted of freeing any sand she'd picked up from her clothes and gently washing her arms and face for several long minutes. It was quite refreshing, her sensitive skin appreciating the fresh water after some time away from it.
Shaking her arms a bit until they stopped dripping, she took a deep breath and made her way back to Talim's room. Taking a seat nearby. As she waited for news about the other's condition, a hospital meal arrived for Talim. Erika took the tray and set it on her lap, gazing quietly down at the food and drink. Although she was waiting around to take care of Talim, her mind was currently elsewhere. She was pondering how she would feel if one of her own daughters got hurt. What a troubling train of thought... She had to remind herself that this was probably someone's daughter as well. Best to make sure she was taken care of before she got too worried about any theoretical dangers...
Shaking her arms a bit until they stopped dripping, she took a deep breath and made her way back to Talim's room. Taking a seat nearby. As she waited for news about the other's condition, a hospital meal arrived for Talim. Erika took the tray and set it on her lap, gazing quietly down at the food and drink. Although she was waiting around to take care of Talim, her mind was currently elsewhere. She was pondering how she would feel if one of her own daughters got hurt. What a troubling train of thought... She had to remind herself that this was probably someone's daughter as well. Best to make sure she was taken care of before she got too worried about any theoretical dangers...
It was unnessary to do all this, Talim was fine just very exhausted so once they checked for no broken bones or damage to her body in anyway they cautioned her to not jump off the bluff again, that of course had been explained unfortunately, nonetheless once it was over, Talim tried to sit up, but was told by a nurse to stay seated, they wanted to monitor her progress and check scans before letting her go, nonetheless she could now see guests. With an almighty sigh, she thanked them politely and then indicated whom she wished to see. Not soon afterwards a nurse would come to Erika and indicate Talim could be seen, Erika would be asked how she knew the girl and if her parents lived in the city. Of course any other city and this might be an issue, but this was Wing City, they were used to kids appearing more independent than adults were at times.
Erika would explain that they'd only met recently and that it seemed like Talim was living on her own. She wasn't normally so presumptuous, but she had a hard time believing any parent would be onboard with a deadly ocean trek. She would have words for them if she turned out to be wrong; powerful words.
Making her way to visit Talim, Erika brought food! It was in a little take out bag. There was an apple, a banana and what appeared to be some cheesy baked potato wedges. Erika would set the bag down next to Talim, looking around for a moment. "Hey there, Talim. How are you feeling? I brought you some food." she began, gesturing to the baggie. "Maybe once we get you checked out we can talk about finding you something to protect yourself with--...Or recovering your old weapons, for that matter." she offered, smiling light-heartedly at Talim. She was a bit worried about letting the other run off on her own again, so soon after a disaster, but perhaps she could tag along ... just for a bit.
Making her way to visit Talim, Erika brought food! It was in a little take out bag. There was an apple, a banana and what appeared to be some cheesy baked potato wedges. Erika would set the bag down next to Talim, looking around for a moment. "Hey there, Talim. How are you feeling? I brought you some food." she began, gesturing to the baggie. "Maybe once we get you checked out we can talk about finding you something to protect yourself with--...Or recovering your old weapons, for that matter." she offered, smiling light-heartedly at Talim. She was a bit worried about letting the other run off on her own again, so soon after a disaster, but perhaps she could tag along ... just for a bit.
Sitting up her grin once more appeared, "Thank god, someone sane, I keep telling them I am fine, but they insist on keeping me overnight... I even told them I survived world destroying events, and they completely thought I was insane... So yeah I am stuck here..." taking the banana she impetuously peeled it and started eating, while not maintaining utter decorum, she was obviously hungry, and appreciate the food, once having demolished the banana she started on the apple. This did give her time to talk though, "I sincerely appreciate all you done here... and if you could get my weapons back I be amazed, they are down the bottom of that lake most likely. Of course it is not impossible, just not feasible, besides Tonfas are not rare and though those were very important to me, I have wield many different throughout my life."
Pausing she took another loud crunch of the apple, her face so bubbly and happy, "I suppose since you been here this long, I need to explain who I am. I am Talim, I am from what you would call East Asia and am of very rare people, my home is called The Village of the Wind and I am what is known as the Priestess of the Wind..." pausing she took a fresh crunch, basically speaking while eating, since she had never learned otherwise, "My job is to keep balance of the wind, the wind speaks to us in many ways and though I destroyed a terrible terrible weapon known as Soul Edge, it's fragments were thrown across the world... even here... that is why I am here... to find the source of this and completely destroy it for good, because even a fragment can corrupt a person so unbelievably so. As priestess of the wind, I feel sorrow and fear within it's breeze, it weeps for the very existence of this fragment wounds it so."
Pausing she took another loud crunch of the apple, her face so bubbly and happy, "I suppose since you been here this long, I need to explain who I am. I am Talim, I am from what you would call East Asia and am of very rare people, my home is called The Village of the Wind and I am what is known as the Priestess of the Wind..." pausing she took a fresh crunch, basically speaking while eating, since she had never learned otherwise, "My job is to keep balance of the wind, the wind speaks to us in many ways and though I destroyed a terrible terrible weapon known as Soul Edge, it's fragments were thrown across the world... even here... that is why I am here... to find the source of this and completely destroy it for good, because even a fragment can corrupt a person so unbelievably so. As priestess of the wind, I feel sorrow and fear within it's breeze, it weeps for the very existence of this fragment wounds it so."
Erika's eyes widened with something between surprise and interest as Talim began explaining herself. She listened intently as the other spoke, taking in all of the things she was being told. "...It sounds like you've done well for yourself, Talim." Erika mused aloud, unable to help but marvel at the idea of such a young looking woman saving the world--or the wind as it may be. "I don't believe getting your tonfas back will be a difficult task for me, so if you'd like we can try and fetch them as soon as we get out of here." she went on to offer, smiling slightly at Talim.
"I only wish I could be so open about who I am." Erika began apologetically. "But I can tell you this. My name is Erika Onzanem. I like to work with magical artifacts, not unlike the one you're describing." she continued, leaning in slightly. "I also... know something of wind magic." she went on, a gentle gust of unnatural wind passing the two on cue. "...Though I cannot say it has ever spoken to me."
"I only wish I could be so open about who I am." Erika began apologetically. "But I can tell you this. My name is Erika Onzanem. I like to work with magical artifacts, not unlike the one you're describing." she continued, leaning in slightly. "I also... know something of wind magic." she went on, a gentle gust of unnatural wind passing the two on cue. "...Though I cannot say it has ever spoken to me."
Giving an almost knowing smile she appeared to focus as the soft breeze waft through the room, a warm smile radiating from her body before she spoke, "Innocent, untarnished wind, so rare to feel such youthful exuberance. It knows nothing of the horrible darkness that penetrates the land The shard molesting the very natural order, with its malign cruel presence... to feel such wind, gives me hope that in time all shall be free and no longer will the wind feel the pain it suffer." pausing she took another crunch of the apple, chewing quietly, until it hit her.
Swallowing with a gulp she stared in shock, "But they are likely at the bottom of a river, how could you ever get them back? If you could I would be beyond overjoyed, I would not have minded getting new ones, but those ones are especially precious to me." all at once she was animated and very hyper, her softness vanished instead replaced with joy, "I would be so very grateful if you could Erika and could even teach you to hear the wind speak, and even hear the conversations it has... It would take practice, but it is the least I could do."
Swallowing with a gulp she stared in shock, "But they are likely at the bottom of a river, how could you ever get them back? If you could I would be beyond overjoyed, I would not have minded getting new ones, but those ones are especially precious to me." all at once she was animated and very hyper, her softness vanished instead replaced with joy, "I would be so very grateful if you could Erika and could even teach you to hear the wind speak, and even hear the conversations it has... It would take practice, but it is the least I could do."
Erika would smile invitingly at Talim in response, a hint of pride in her expression. She would listen quietly and politely as Talim spoke. She had to consider the idea of learning to speak to the wind for a moment. She didn't have good relationships with deities, but she supposed this was probably different. "Mmmh... You've a way with words, Talim." Erika complimented off-handedly. She couldn't help but admire Talim's beautiful speech.
"That sounds lovely. I would like that." she went on. Although she had her concerns, she did covet this knowledge--as well as kinship. "See, the river is... my friend." Erika would go on to explain. "I can breathe it and manipulate it--the water, that is, and I'd love to help you out. Perhaps you can tell me more about these tonfas, and yourself, while we travel to retrieve them." Erika would finish in offering. She seemed to encourage the other's excitement, ever so friendly in disposition. She had her reasons, of course, but there was nothing forced about the way she composed herself.
"That sounds lovely. I would like that." she went on. Although she had her concerns, she did covet this knowledge--as well as kinship. "See, the river is... my friend." Erika would go on to explain. "I can breathe it and manipulate it--the water, that is, and I'd love to help you out. Perhaps you can tell me more about these tonfas, and yourself, while we travel to retrieve them." Erika would finish in offering. She seemed to encourage the other's excitement, ever so friendly in disposition. She had her reasons, of course, but there was nothing forced about the way she composed herself.
Surprised Talim seemed overjoyed her expression full of brightness and a strange innocence, it was evident though she be exposed to evil it had not tarnish her like it had others. Nonetheless she did realize this would need to wait at least until the hospital discharged nonetheless having a friend was a good start, "Well I am a priestess as I said, I need to be smarter and older than my age. I am only sixteen, but I have lived more in my lifetime than most do older than I." nodding she went on, "If one just listens the wind says so much, after all it moves everywhere in great wafts and gusts. It is every changing and it understands the paths we don't. My village is self-sufficient we use wind in our mills, in most of our work. In fact the sight of it would astound you. So many windmills, it's beautiful beyond compare."
Taking another bite of the apple, she chewed quietly as she considered what else to say, "I can believe that and again I cannot thank you enough, although such adventures would need to wait unfortunately. Unless you can somehow persaude them I am okay. I am, they are scared of damage or bruises to my insides, as I did fall rather hard." giving almost girlish giggle she shrugged, "It is not the first leap of faith I have taken. Although last one I did not fall unconscious and lose my Tonfas."
Taking another bite of the apple, she chewed quietly as she considered what else to say, "I can believe that and again I cannot thank you enough, although such adventures would need to wait unfortunately. Unless you can somehow persaude them I am okay. I am, they are scared of damage or bruises to my insides, as I did fall rather hard." giving almost girlish giggle she shrugged, "It is not the first leap of faith I have taken. Although last one I did not fall unconscious and lose my Tonfas."
Erika would beam at Talim, nodding slowly in response to her. Her eyes glimmered with interest and amusement, as she listened to the other's words. "...You are a good priestess. Your words carry a natural influence to them." she would compliment, seeming to muse over this for a moment. "I guess it shouldn't be surprising that you've done great things even before you're an adult, hmm?" she would remark light-heartedly. She would stand up straight, placing her hands upon her exceptionally large hips.
"Perhaps you shall show me your village some day, so that I might see it's beauty for myself." Erika would muse aloud, glancing over her shoulder. "I think I can help you get out of here. Is it alright if I tell them I'm taking care of you? They probably won't let me make any decisions unless I'm considered a guardian." she would go on to ask.
"Perhaps you shall show me your village some day, so that I might see it's beauty for myself." Erika would muse aloud, glancing over her shoulder. "I think I can help you get out of here. Is it alright if I tell them I'm taking care of you? They probably won't let me make any decisions unless I'm considered a guardian." she would go on to ask.
A light pink graced her cheeks as she felt the warmth of the compliments springing from Erika's lips, "You are truly too kind and I do try to uphold the traditions and beliefs of my people. Unfortunately because of the way things look, I may well be the last Priestess of the Wind, because eventually for survival a place must evolve and progress. I would be heart broken, but if I am the last, then I shall not tarnish the name or legacy by making bad decisions. I must perserve the ideology and encourage others to listen to the wind if only to help them understand where I stand." pausing she took another bite of the apple, chewing thoughtfully, "I done great things yes, but to really shine I must be the one to completely obliterate all existence of that horrible malign blade, Soul Edge. As I said even the shards are dangerous, thus it must be destroyed completely, shattering it won't be enough as I learned... the taint lives in all of its metal."
Hearing the suggestion she gave small shrug, "Perhaps I could, after all it needs to be believed to be seen, merely hearing cannot capture the quaint picturesque landscapes with lush flora and great towering windmills decorating the hills." as it went further, she gave small nod, "If that would work, I would support such an idea I certainly can't deny."
Hearing the suggestion she gave small shrug, "Perhaps I could, after all it needs to be believed to be seen, merely hearing cannot capture the quaint picturesque landscapes with lush flora and great towering windmills decorating the hills." as it went further, she gave small nod, "If that would work, I would support such an idea I certainly can't deny."
Erika's eyes widened for a moment in response to Talim's claim. The last of her people? ...As much as she didn't want to believe that, she supposed the other likely had her reasons for stating such a thing. Talim's words made her think about how young the other was. She didn't always get along this well with the youth. She took a deep breath, considering her words carefully. Some things did not get any easier with time; this particular topic was one of them.
"...Do not allow despair to claim your heart just yet, Talim." she began, watching the other carefully so as to observe her reaction. She offered Talim a familiar smile as she spoke. "You are a beautiful young woman and your heart is pure. Perhaps one day you will choose someone you trust dearly to be your partner, and the two of you will raise a generation of children as you were once raised. Hope is never lost, not until there are none." Erika explained, closing her eyes for a moment. She seemed somewhat somber underneath her smile. Perhaps her words had come from a place close to her heart.
Erika allowed these words to hang in the air for just a moment before she opened her eyes again and greeted Talim with something of glee. "Now, what say we get out of here and look into retrieving your tonfas..? I admit to being rather eager to give it a shot." she said, shifting to offer to call a nurse for them.
"...Do not allow despair to claim your heart just yet, Talim." she began, watching the other carefully so as to observe her reaction. She offered Talim a familiar smile as she spoke. "You are a beautiful young woman and your heart is pure. Perhaps one day you will choose someone you trust dearly to be your partner, and the two of you will raise a generation of children as you were once raised. Hope is never lost, not until there are none." Erika explained, closing her eyes for a moment. She seemed somewhat somber underneath her smile. Perhaps her words had come from a place close to her heart.
Erika allowed these words to hang in the air for just a moment before she opened her eyes again and greeted Talim with something of glee. "Now, what say we get out of here and look into retrieving your tonfas..? I admit to being rather eager to give it a shot." she said, shifting to offer to call a nurse for them.
Immediately seeing the concern in her new friends face she realized that she had misunderstood, "No, dear Erika, I am not the last of my people. But I am the last that will ever take this position. There is no heirs after me. That is the true tragedy, but it is not hopeless, if I myself to bear a child it could be possible. But being I am neither married or have a lover or have ever had one. It feels more correct to say I am the Last Priestess of the Wind." of course she immediately added, "Perhaps you are right and I may find love, but my duties matter more than frivolities of the heart. That is not to say I am opposed to a male or female companionship. I am even open minded in that regard. It's just I swore to avenge all those who suffered due to the evils of Nightmare and that damned blade from Hell." sighing she appeared distant before she murmured, "When it was finally smashed I believed I had finally achieved my goal... I was overjoyed... I was ecstatic..."
Her gaze turned down and her voice mournful, "I was foolish, nothing in that sword is safe... or pure... Nightmare went through my whole village, murdering, raping, pillaging... Many survived, but after that I realized I had to devote my life to this... In my youth I had stupidly figured I could be free of this duty... I am sixteen years old... and yet older than most adults... of course I never wanted this... But duty comes first always..." it was perhaps the first time she had seen sadness in the girl's soft eyes and kind expressions, a weight upon her.
Sighing she shook her head to push it away before replying, "I would truly appreciate that. In return I could show you how to listen and speak for the wind. Let you know the secrets few others are taught. It is the least I can do if you retrieve what I thought was lost for good." now her mental defense had shattered once, it was now easy to see the cracks. The poor girl, only sixteen and yet with whole world on her shoulders.
Her gaze turned down and her voice mournful, "I was foolish, nothing in that sword is safe... or pure... Nightmare went through my whole village, murdering, raping, pillaging... Many survived, but after that I realized I had to devote my life to this... In my youth I had stupidly figured I could be free of this duty... I am sixteen years old... and yet older than most adults... of course I never wanted this... But duty comes first always..." it was perhaps the first time she had seen sadness in the girl's soft eyes and kind expressions, a weight upon her.
Sighing she shook her head to push it away before replying, "I would truly appreciate that. In return I could show you how to listen and speak for the wind. Let you know the secrets few others are taught. It is the least I can do if you retrieve what I thought was lost for good." now her mental defense had shattered once, it was now easy to see the cracks. The poor girl, only sixteen and yet with whole world on her shoulders.
Erika was surprised several times by the words that left Talim's mouth for many different reasons. It struck her as slightly odd that Talim went out of her way to specify that she was open to a relationship with another woman and the idea did occur to question whether she was being fed hints, but ... nah. As much as she did enjoy Talim's company, she just found it hard to believe that Talim's words were meant for her. There were a lot of reasons for that, really, most all which being that she didn't consider herself very attractive--at least by a human's standard. Even as Talim told her an utterly heartbreaking story of loss and brutality she was plagued by the knowledge that she could not offer the other an embrace. Simply put, she didn't think the other would appreciate the somewhat 'slimy', frog-like texture of her skin.
One of the other things that drew her attention was that Talim claimed this blade was from hell. Well, that was interesting! She was honestly intensely curious as to the nature of the blade and it's origin, but she declined to vocalize this in favor of not giving Talim the wrong impression. Besides, it seemed like it might be too dangerous to handle safely. Weapons weren't normally talked about so harshly in place of their wielders.
"...That sounds like it might take some time. I suppose that just means I'll have to accompany you as an apprentice on your journey to rid the world of this blade~" Erika would reply in a playful tone after a long moment's thought, smiling knowingly at Talim. Her tone and expression seemed to indicate that this was an offer, begetting a willingness that wasn't necessarily present in her words alone.
Just then, a nurse responded to the call made and Erika went through the process of checking Talim out of the hospital. The duo were free to leave, assuming they were ready.
One of the other things that drew her attention was that Talim claimed this blade was from hell. Well, that was interesting! She was honestly intensely curious as to the nature of the blade and it's origin, but she declined to vocalize this in favor of not giving Talim the wrong impression. Besides, it seemed like it might be too dangerous to handle safely. Weapons weren't normally talked about so harshly in place of their wielders.
"...That sounds like it might take some time. I suppose that just means I'll have to accompany you as an apprentice on your journey to rid the world of this blade~" Erika would reply in a playful tone after a long moment's thought, smiling knowingly at Talim. Her tone and expression seemed to indicate that this was an offer, begetting a willingness that wasn't necessarily present in her words alone.
Just then, a nurse responded to the call made and Erika went through the process of checking Talim out of the hospital. The duo were free to leave, assuming they were ready.
As the conversation continued she noted looks of alarm and concern in Erika's face as she recounted everything. She was relieved that unlike Erika had not tried to even suggest she may find someone. Of course she cared for some people including Kilik, Seung Mina being some of them. They had devoted their lives for various reasons in destroying the blade. They had been her friends but she was also much younger than them so it was weird to imagine any romantic intimacy developing. Besides all three of them were focused in fighting for the safety and prosperity of the entire world. Matters of heart really did not matter in those grand schemes of things as could be imagined easily.
Nonetheless she did do the unexpected and wrap her arms around the demon, embracing her, but more in friendly manner, "I truly appreciate all you are doing for me Erika and if you truly wish of course you can travel with me. I would love company although fortunately you will not see me fight so much, more likely try find way to destroy these fragments for good. And they are truly all over the place, as you can imagine, so an extra set of eyes would help." breaking the hug she beamed and started to collect her things as she gently lift the blanket before blushing remembering she in a hospital gown, "Oh... I forgot... um... can you turn away please and chuck me my clothes?" the priestess asked as covered her subconciously feeling little too exposed in the hospital smock, "Are my clothes dry, I know they were drenched from that swan dive off the cliff."
Nonetheless she did do the unexpected and wrap her arms around the demon, embracing her, but more in friendly manner, "I truly appreciate all you are doing for me Erika and if you truly wish of course you can travel with me. I would love company although fortunately you will not see me fight so much, more likely try find way to destroy these fragments for good. And they are truly all over the place, as you can imagine, so an extra set of eyes would help." breaking the hug she beamed and started to collect her things as she gently lift the blanket before blushing remembering she in a hospital gown, "Oh... I forgot... um... can you turn away please and chuck me my clothes?" the priestess asked as covered her subconciously feeling little too exposed in the hospital smock, "Are my clothes dry, I know they were drenched from that swan dive off the cliff."
Awinita wheeled in another patient, one she recognised, as she knocked the poor dumb jerk out yet again with a door handle. Amadi lagbara was a pain in the butt for the undead creature known as Awinita. Setting up the room as she waited for Dr patchington to finish with another patient she heard a loud CRUNCH followed by a loud shrill shrieking as Dr patchington either healed the poor sod or kill them, the iinsurance was well paid for.
So as Amadi laid on the stretcher Awinita got to work, this guy nearly killed her.... again but now he was in Dr Patchingtons hands, and if Dr patchington couldnt save him, Awinita sure would kill the guy, or try to, or something....
Never the less Awinita got the room ready. She heard another chrunching noise as if someone was tapdancing on a bag of patato chips followed by a hard THUD as something hit the operating room door. By the time Dr Patchington arrived the patient was all hooked up perfectly to the medeical equipment and looked as if he'd been through a nuke attack going off in his face while Awinita had a wee bit of soot floating off her ear tips "Mornin' Docm, patients ready"
So as Amadi laid on the stretcher Awinita got to work, this guy nearly killed her.... again but now he was in Dr Patchingtons hands, and if Dr patchington couldnt save him, Awinita sure would kill the guy, or try to, or something....
Never the less Awinita got the room ready. She heard another chrunching noise as if someone was tapdancing on a bag of patato chips followed by a hard THUD as something hit the operating room door. By the time Dr Patchington arrived the patient was all hooked up perfectly to the medeical equipment and looked as if he'd been through a nuke attack going off in his face while Awinita had a wee bit of soot floating off her ear tips "Mornin' Docm, patients ready"
The depths of the hospital changed of late. Black-hooded creatures showed up quietly and in force after imperial guard came with the injured. Like vultures they circled sources of the dying with crimson trails left behind them from pieces of what were once people in their hands. The imperial guard said to leave them alone. The nurses wanted no part of them. Security barely existed and wasn't too enthused about trying to make them go elsewhere. The figures immediately headed into the basement by way of the elevator though they didn't wait for the long-broken car to arrive. They just hurl themselves down the darkened shaft with soft silty splatters on the broken metal below. Whether they were suicidal or not none of the beleaguered workers cared to head down to the basement to look.
Then the sound of bending metal and screeching stone came from the basement stairwells and the elevator. When the glowing grey eyes peered out from crawl spaces between walls the psych ward started to lose its collective grip for a while. At least until holes and cracks slowly finished sealing together. Final screeches of stone cleared the basement stairwell and a few unflappable morticians and EMTs went down to see what was going on with their demesne. The head mortician needed his space back and he aimed to get it. Much to the tough old coot's chagrin the leathery-robed figures barely acknowledged their collective passing. There was an implicit agreement shared among them by eye not to poke or interrogate the creepy robed creatures after the EMTs and assistant gave the coot a collective evil eye when he was about to pick a fight.
A sloughing masses full of glowing eyes and pale white light surged at a ceiling joist to prop up a sagging floor as they entered the mortuary. The Jinhai crammed spare material into the corners of the room in densely organized piles that drew peripheral attention. Central of notice was a riot of light that began inside that pile of black motes. As it retreated from the ceiling one could see warped supports were pulled into place as small worms scurry with material behind them out of the organized piles. Even the old coot timidly scuttled around the surging mass of lit sand and worms as they made their way to the detritus with flashlights. With a watchful eye to the intelligent dust they start digging through the piles of neatly organized objects for their tools. None dared interrupt the things in their work speaking in hushed tones and never directly to the mass of Jinhai rebuilding wiring, concrete, and rebar.
Then the sound of bending metal and screeching stone came from the basement stairwells and the elevator. When the glowing grey eyes peered out from crawl spaces between walls the psych ward started to lose its collective grip for a while. At least until holes and cracks slowly finished sealing together. Final screeches of stone cleared the basement stairwell and a few unflappable morticians and EMTs went down to see what was going on with their demesne. The head mortician needed his space back and he aimed to get it. Much to the tough old coot's chagrin the leathery-robed figures barely acknowledged their collective passing. There was an implicit agreement shared among them by eye not to poke or interrogate the creepy robed creatures after the EMTs and assistant gave the coot a collective evil eye when he was about to pick a fight.
A sloughing masses full of glowing eyes and pale white light surged at a ceiling joist to prop up a sagging floor as they entered the mortuary. The Jinhai crammed spare material into the corners of the room in densely organized piles that drew peripheral attention. Central of notice was a riot of light that began inside that pile of black motes. As it retreated from the ceiling one could see warped supports were pulled into place as small worms scurry with material behind them out of the organized piles. Even the old coot timidly scuttled around the surging mass of lit sand and worms as they made their way to the detritus with flashlights. With a watchful eye to the intelligent dust they start digging through the piles of neatly organized objects for their tools. None dared interrupt the things in their work speaking in hushed tones and never directly to the mass of Jinhai rebuilding wiring, concrete, and rebar.