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deathsdoctor) wrote2011-06-18 08:36 pm
deathsdoctor) wrote2011-06-18 08:36 pm
007 [Voice] Into the evening of the 18, after the Town Clinic is pulverised
[Coming from here there is a voice coming from the journals, and just a voice. There is no portrait or video because, you know...
Trafalgar Law is just too fucking busy.
You might recognise his voice though, you might not. This voice belonged to the one running the medical center during the farmlands draft. But. The easy, laid back tones are gone. In their place? Hardness, crispness, bluntness. A near military sharpness. Calm, but there is an icy undercurrent and a steel resolve.
This is the Captain speaking. And he wants your attention.
Shit needs to be done. Someone has to step up.]
Attention everyone. The Town Clinic has been destroyed. [And Law is terribly, TERRIBLY grumpy about this fact.] All wounded must be brought to the Battle Dome for treatment. We need any and all individuals with any medical knowledge or healing abilities to pitch in, whether it's to operate, run triage, or nurse the wounded, and we need you all now. We also need people to search for wounded and to bring back any survivors. [Oooor pull them out of the line of fire. Same diff, really.]
As well, we need volunteers to donate blood. The Medical Center's supplies are running low.
[Short, sweet, direct, and done. Now back to work, and chaos and the choking scent of blood.
Medicine at its finest.
So here it is, doctors, healers, and helpers of Luceti. Your call to arms.
Strap on your boots, steel your nerves, and prepare yourself.
It's time to roll.]
((OOC: This is an shoutout and organizational post for all the medics and rescuers looking to get in on the action but not sure how to insert their characters, as well as for people to just react and find each other in the chaos. The actual healing thread is here. Law will not be answering every thread... he's a busy guy, and if he does, he'll be pretty blunt and looking to keep things short, so I HIGHLY encourage threadjack everywhere for everyone.
Go nuts folks. |D))
Trafalgar Law is just too fucking busy.
You might recognise his voice though, you might not. This voice belonged to the one running the medical center during the farmlands draft. But. The easy, laid back tones are gone. In their place? Hardness, crispness, bluntness. A near military sharpness. Calm, but there is an icy undercurrent and a steel resolve.
This is the Captain speaking. And he wants your attention.
Shit needs to be done. Someone has to step up.]
Attention everyone. The Town Clinic has been destroyed. [And Law is terribly, TERRIBLY grumpy about this fact.] All wounded must be brought to the Battle Dome for treatment. We need any and all individuals with any medical knowledge or healing abilities to pitch in, whether it's to operate, run triage, or nurse the wounded, and we need you all now. We also need people to search for wounded and to bring back any survivors. [Oooor pull them out of the line of fire. Same diff, really.]
As well, we need volunteers to donate blood. The Medical Center's supplies are running low.
[Short, sweet, direct, and done. Now back to work, and chaos and the choking scent of blood.
Medicine at its finest.
So here it is, doctors, healers, and helpers of Luceti. Your call to arms.
Strap on your boots, steel your nerves, and prepare yourself.
It's time to roll.]
((OOC: This is an shoutout and organizational post for all the medics and rescuers looking to get in on the action but not sure how to insert their characters, as well as for people to just react and find each other in the chaos. The actual healing thread is here. Law will not be answering every thread... he's a busy guy, and if he does, he'll be pretty blunt and looking to keep things short, so I HIGHLY encourage threadjack everywhere for everyone.
Go nuts folks. |D))
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[Okay. Why are you still standing? That's a looooooot of blood there. And not a scratch?
Powerful healing magic?]
Kinda a healer? What do you mean?
[Clarify please.]
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He wrings his hands together, looking down.]
Ah, well. I'm sort of self-healing, but my blood can also heal other people, too. Call it a... bonus, I guess...
[E-eheh...]
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PROCESSING THIS. PLEASE HOLD ON THE LINE.]
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[. . . HOLDING. . . ]
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[He's just a little stunned. Magical healy blood.]
How exactly does this work?
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[He holds up an arm, hand pressing the elbow.]
It doesn't really matter how, but as long as you transfer the blood into the injured fella, they'll heal. And all that.
[I'm the best at explaining.]
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[Stiiiiill brain breaky]
I'll need to see this at work for myself.
1/3
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[W-well, I guess he can muster this up. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his pocket knife, and proceeds to JAM IT INTO HIS WRIST.]
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it still hurts, I'm too delicate for this shit]
|D hehehehe
It's within a few seconds that there's no trace of an open wound.]
... That's how it looks. I can use it on people if you want, but it looks about the same. Missing limbs aren't a problem, either.
Whoops
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fascinating.
And still brain breaky.]
Come on down.
now I'm doing it 8^U /edits crazily
[this is... so far so good, he guesses. hopefully.]
Re: now I'm doing it 8^U /edits crazily
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Do you... know why that lady—why she did all this?
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But I intend to eventually find out.
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... I don't know.
But I don't think so.
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I—I see. I'll find out.
[He'd give them burials, if he didn't know how nature worked. It'll help feed the survivors. Fertilize the earth...
But it's still just awful.]