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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Aug 31, 2018 12:17:40 GMT -4
 Silent. It was perhaps one of the most befitting words to use around her. That was, if you were able to use any words around her. She was ghost, rarely seen, but once discovered was assumed to be a cruel joke, as if she didn't belong. She didn't fit in, to say the least. Nothing about her seemed to do well around the military. Loud noises frightened her. Sudden lights scared her. She never faced her problems head on. She did not fight, she always reacted with flight. She didn't fit in well. But still, she was the one they wanted. She was the eldest between her and her sister, a set time between them that they would never define. It could have been years, or simply months, or hours, but neither would say. Each of them had saved more lives than anyone else on the battlefield in their squadron, or any other squad for that matter. Combined, they might as well been the only field medical party to save lives. With little to no failures, they were the standard to which everyone else was being held to. Sunday did not offer calming words, but a comforting tone. She did not tell you it was going to be alright, or reassured you that you would live. No, she would be silent, always silent. She was focused, and would never let anything break her focus, even if the man she tried to save, was blown in half. ". . . All better." she would say, finishing up the bandage on the man's arm. They had been setting up most of their supplies, and with the rush of people, they had to make it done yesterday. With one of their staff injured, Sunday had made it her personal duty to tend to his wounds. but now that it was done... what would she do? Getting up from the bed he sat on, she begun to stroll through the tent. Her white hair tied up in a pony tail behind her, and her white coat hung over her body. She was getting fidgety, and needed something to do. She needed someone to fix. |
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Post by Robin Engell on Sept 15, 2018 15:09:41 GMT -4
Test out your quirk, they'd said. Show us your worth, they'd said.
The mistake had been his – he’d heated some wood to the point of charring, smoldering, finally igniting, and had let his hand linger as he turned down his quirk. Stupid and simple and easy to avoid, and he’d still made an error. Still proved he couldn’t control his quirk like he wanted to.
He had been burned before – pots and pans and glass, anything he could heat with his quirk to train it, to practice controlling it on that fine line between forms. But never had it happened in public. Never had it happened in a place where bean counters and personnel forced him into first aid with gauze and ice, forced him to march with eyes and ears all trained on him out of the area and into the medical tent.
With the pain in his right palm vetoed by his brain, the only burning he feels are the two bright coals ignited in his cheeks.
Left hand unblistered and unblemished, he lifts a tent flap, steps into the light of a medical bay thick with sleeping bodies and groans and chemical smells, different from the other areas in the medical camp, more sterile, more focused.
‘At least in this tent I probably won’t get grilled,’ thinking to himself.
“Ojama shimasu,” mumbled as he enters, scanning the room for a nurse. “I burned myself – they told me to come here. I’m honestly fine though, so if I could just get the okay to head out, that’d be good.”
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Sept 22, 2018 13:25:55 GMT -4
Perhaps that wasn't entirely right. Needing something to do, was perhaps the better sentence. She was a doctor of all things. Naturally her hobbies would become her job, and her job would be her hobby. It wasn't like she enjoyed mending wounds or stitching gashes, it simply was what she had to do. She didn't find joy in the pain, she found joy in the relieve it made when she was complete. It was why she focused. She focused so she could do her job to the best of her abilities, always. She turned her head to a voice that entered the tent. Her head was tilted, cocked at the sound of a new person. The words of a burn, a heat related injury had struck in her mind and she had begun to diagnose and form an antidote. She listened to his words and begun to stroll towards him, making her way past the few patients she did have. A few there for stomach problems than real injuries. It wasn't like they were at a real war zone. "If you are fine, then why come here?" she asked, looking at the desks she passed only to grab a mason jar filled half way with a strange amber substance. It looked like jelly, or some kind of edible spread, and rather than be in the secured containers and packaging that the rest of the medical supplies were in, it appeared to be something else, something local, or something homemade. "Show me where it happened." she asked him, hoping it wasn't in a strange place like some of the other burns she had seen. Surely it would be something normal, something related to training like the others. It just had to be. |
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Post by Robin Engell on Sept 23, 2018 21:31:13 GMT -4
He blinks and cocks his hips, glances around to the bodies still littering the tent with unease in his chest and a stubborn pout on his lips. The sound and smell of medicine is too reminiscent of childhood memories, and of a memory not even a day old.
“I came because they kicked me out and told me to,” stated simply – arms fold across his chest, though his right palm he’s careful to not brush against skin or cloth. “I’m seriously fine, I’ve dealt with worse on my own.”
And she can see the wound as he twists his wrist, a blistered palm burned bright red, as if touched and rapidly ripped away from scalding water. Gaze drifts away, wanders to the amber she holds.
‘That’s weird,’ he thinks.
“Is that aloe or something?” And he points to it with his left hand, cocks his head to the side. “I’ll take a little of that if it is, I guess, but I really don’t need any serious treatment.”
Sighing and glancing around once again, one foot tapping. The less time spent in here, the better.
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Oct 6, 2018 12:46:27 GMT -4
Maybe he wouldn't stay for long. Maybe he didn't have to. Those that were bent, were not yet broken. Sometimes it took a bit more force for them to be in pieces before she was needed. Yes, that was it. He wasn't broken. He didn't really need her help. "Then I'll make it fast." she would say to him, knowing well enough he was not someone who was going to stay for long. She would have to find something else to do soon, she was sure of it. He'd point to it, to which she would take her gloved hand and scoop no more than a table spoon into her hand. "Medical honey." she would answer, reaching out to allow him to give her his hand. She was not going to take him by force. She would help those, and only those who were willing to receive aid. "It's not the same honey you eat, don't worry." she would begin to explain, perhaps for the best, or maybe for the worse. "It's made from tea trees, and it effects your cells directly." she would instruct the boy, hoping to share knowledge, hoping that injuries could be avoided in the future with a new learning. "I used to keep bees when I was younger, then I became a nurse. When I learned about Medihoney, I decided to try to see if I could make it too. So I did. It's safe." she went on to explain, as if she had no one else who was willing to listen. Her honey was placed on everyone, for almost everything. Almost like an american mom with Vaporuu. Yeah, you know exactly the mom I'm talking about. You know the one that throws slippers at her kids. That one. Sunday, was like that, but with honey. It was probably better you don't ask if she would throw a slipper at you though. |
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Post by Robin Engell on Oct 7, 2018 1:08:13 GMT -4
He follows her at first, blindly holds her hand and walks down that trail, but the longer she speaks, the more time spent explaining and defending her honey, the narrower his eyes, the quicker his heart. The hand that extended now retracts, hangs limp.
“You made this? So this isn’t a normal treatment, is what you’re saying. Are you sure it’s safe? FDA approved and – okay well, not the FDA in Japan, I guess,” he waves off the thought with his spare hand, “but you know what I mean.”
His skepticism is instinctive, baked in and hardened by years of doctors with a fascination for his quirk and gentle prodding to go off script and accept further testing. Whether or not her intentions were pure, any deviation is enough to give pause, a penny on the tracks that derails a train.
“It’s not personal,” he qualifies, shifts his hips and moves the weight from one foot to another, antsy, anxious. “I’m just nervous when someone tries to spring alternative medicine on me. Are you sure there’s not any aloe vera lying around I could use instead? And if not I can always just – I mean, you could always just give me the go ahead to leave. Like I said, it’s not bad at all.”
Head swivels, lips pout.
“I really have had worse, so I can deal with it on my own if need be.”
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Oct 11, 2018 12:29:05 GMT -4
He had a lot of questions for someone who just wanted to get looked at and go. But Sunday would give him the answers, at least what she could. "It's both safe, and approved. Just because it's home made, doesn't mean it's not up to standard. It's a natural occurring substance, not that different than aloe in production." she would place it over the area, if he allowed it, if not she would simply stand with it in hand. "The difference between the one in this jar, and the one you can buy for hundreds of thousands of yen, is that this was produce a week ago, and bottled locally, while the other was produced months ago, and bottled out of country. I wouldn't use anything less than the best." she would say to him. "You can either keep it on all day, or after an hour. You will be fine. You may leave after this, and if you clean it off as soon as you leave, I won't be offended." She would offer a smile before doing so. It was a short meeting, perhaps one to spring more questions. Sunday was very by-the-book as opposed to her sister. She did not use any alternative medicine, but had acquired most of it by alternative method. It wasn't something she learned from Japan, but from her time overseas, being on the field and deployed at the various embassies. She maybe wasn't a field medic, battle scared and hardened by combat. But she had seen what war had done to people. She saw the lack of care in other countries. She just wanted to help, and explaining what she was doing, down to every little letter, seemed to work. After all, everyone wants to know what the doctors were really putting in their body, or rather, on their body. |
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Post by Robin Engell on Oct 13, 2018 16:50:52 GMT -4
Eyes shut, an unburned hand lifts to the back of his head, runs along his scalp.
“Yeah, okay, that’s fine. Sorry for being difficult. I get kind of weird around doctors. Go ahead in that case.”
And his right hand follows as promised, extends loosely forward without a struggle, with his palm facing up.
The honey as it’s applied is sticky and cold, a viscous jello that clings fast and seeps into the cracks of his palm. Strange, unpleasant, but still a relief from the burning, self-inflicted pain he refused to acknowledge. Wires strung taut fall loose – shoulders slump, nervous teeter from one foot to the other goes quiet, still.
And with eyes still shut, the memory of Yumi from the day before sticks in his mind.
“Hey, doctor, sorry if this is out of the blue – you must work with a lot of quirks. How weird… I mean, I guess I should say, how abnormal are transformation style quirks? Are they particularly rare or unique or different or… Weird, I guess.”
Red painted on his face, heat rising from his chest that burns either from a heart or a quirk running loose. The implication must be obvious, he thinks as he asks and regrets the words instantly.
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Post by Kelolon on Oct 25, 2018 21:47:10 GMT -4
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