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Jan 30, 2012 19:06:43 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2012 19:06:43 GMT -8
Giving a blank stare at Ulquioza, Shirio wasn't sure if he was being serious and had just forgotten or was merely lying. Deciding that he was probably being serious Shirio merely shrugged. "I'll just take it that you agreed then." Shirio said in a confused tone. Giving a nod to Shuichi as he began to heal Ulquioza, Shirio exited the tent to explore the island a bit more.
[Shirio Exit]
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Jan 31, 2012 15:56:22 GMT -8
Post by kokuhi on Jan 31, 2012 15:56:22 GMT -8
Vater Bruno? Kokuhi assumed that she meant Senako, though that was an unusual name she used for him. Perhaps the language of the Motherland? If so, then perhaps Bruno was Senako's name in that language, at least, that is what Kokuhi thought. She sighed and then turned to her nesting dolls, frowning for a moment and tapping her foot not in impatience but to help her think and focus.
She needed to see who her brother Quincy was fighting, which meant she needed to bring the nesting dolls with her. All of them, well, except perhaps Malik. But she didn't have enough arms and someone could surely steal them! They were vital to her team, as they could give them all the identities of their opponents perhaps! If the dolls had Malik and Ulquioza, the latter she knew somewhat by terms of appearance, and then herself and the others she had seen in the market then no doubt they were of everyone participating perhaps.
Such an impasse, Kokuhi wanted to bring all but the Quincy set with her, well, perhaps not all but she needed to bring good guesses. Then again, she needed to keep track of all of them. Decisions, the enemy of every Quincy who had about as much patience for making them as Kokuhi had. In other words, nil.
"Onee-san, would you come with me to go watch Senako-san's fight? I wish to identify which opponent he faces, so we may gather information we can share with each other about them, be they Hollows or Shinigami," She cast a momentary glance at the Human Nesting dolls, wondering if any of the dolls amongst that set represented normal humans or not. It certainly was an interesting thought, and she couldn't help but wonder about the Vizard set, having never encountered one herself.
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Jan 31, 2012 21:49:03 GMT -8
Post by kage on Jan 31, 2012 21:49:03 GMT -8
Ulquioza merely watched his wounds slowly mend to the best of their ability, and the searing pain would slowly dissipate with it. It was quite stunning, and his eyes would show nothing but sheer curiosity and interest, like a child eying candy in a shop window. However, as he looked over to the Quincies who had the nesting dolls, he noticed that they were all in a set of three, and he came here with three. Didn't he? That means they were team members, and he completely neglected to even notice what his third member looked like, besides a mutt. Then again, around here, that was quite.. less than common. It hardly mattered regardless. He made a promise to not meddle with what he presumed to be Shinigami's affairs with the thing.
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Feb 5, 2012 9:22:58 GMT -8
Post by senako on Feb 5, 2012 9:22:58 GMT -8
"I'm sorry, Schwester, but it is my sworn duty to stay and watch over mein bruder whilst he practices medicine in Vater Bruno's stead. Perhaps when he returns I could-" What Anastasia may have been able to do when Bruno returned quickly became a mystery, as she was cut off by a scream: her own.
Bruno had, mid-sentence, been carted into the tent by a small cadre of skeletons, his broken frame bleeding on the stretcher; Anastasia had already forgotten about Kokuhi's dolls in her mad rush to get to his side, and Kristian was right behind his sister, tears forming in their eyes as they meekly, helplessly watched Bruno be lifted from the stretcher and onto an empty cot, his long legs dangling off the bottom as a piece of plastic was placed into his mouth by one of the skeletons, a preventative measure to keep him either biting off his tongue or swallowing said muscle in his current state.
The children were the epitome of worried; Kristian didn't know if his Yozen would be able to heal wounds of Senako's type, and Anastasia knew about as much concerning medicine as she did astrophysics. So, a child on each side, Bruno remained unresponsive as Kristian and Anastasia fell to their knees beside his cot, praying for their beloved Vater; Kristian's bow fell to the ground with a clatter as he clenched his hands together fiercely, the skin turning stark white as he squeezed the blood from his extremities, worry etched all across his face.
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Feb 5, 2012 9:39:24 GMT -8
Post by kokuhi on Feb 5, 2012 9:39:24 GMT -8
Kokuhi made a small frown, but sighed in understanding. Obviously, if she said that she was to watch over her brother whilst he was attending the injured, then she could be her brother's guardian in a manner of speaking. At least, she was going to think that, until she heard a scream come out of her German Sister Quincy's mouth.
All thoughts of going to watch Senako's fight shot out of her mind when she saw the man's condition. He looked like he had gotten into a bar fight with pirates and got his ass handed to him, in the bluntest of terms and scenarios with no insult intended. She immediately left her were-cat to tend to her dolls, while she ran over to her fellow Quincy, but stayed out of the way of the two siblings.
What in the name of the motherland had happened to him? Who had he fought that had completely decimated him? She wanted to ask him so many questions, but at the same time, she knew that it would be best if he rested first before she even dared to question him. Kokuhi ground her teeth at the sight of Senako's injured body; it did more than just put fear into her, but it also made her angry at seeing the damage done. She had made a vow to enter the tournament to protect her people, and now she had another vow to make. If she could, she would make sure to deliver as much damage to her opponent, and that she would win. She had to, there was no way she would let herself lose; the stubbornness of a child showing in her eyes.
"Senako-dono..." Kokuhi muttered, clenching her fist tightly. This would not go unchallenged, she was going to fight her hardest and she was not going to hold back on her opponent if she could help it. "This will not go unpunished..."
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Feb 5, 2012 18:42:54 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2012 18:42:54 GMT -8
Giving a slight nod to Ulquioza to show he was done, Shuichi walked away from the man and took a seat on an unoccupied chair. Taking out a container of water that he had with him and taking a gulp of it, Shuichi had to admit that he felt pretty relaxed now that there wasn't anyone who needed healing.
However that ended when he was snapped out of it by the scream. Noticing Senako, Shuichi gave a sigh and thought, "Of course. Getting up and moving towards the injured man, Shuichi would begin to check his injuries. While his face was pretty mushy Shuichi could see that his first priority should be the broken ribs, then work on the facial injuries next.
"I'll help him. Just make sure he doesn't move when he wakes up." Shuichi announced to the two kids as he pulled his sleaves back. Getting to work on step one, Shuichi would begin to set Senako's ribs. While this would be painful for Senako, Shuichi could see that the plastic piece would stop him from biting and as long as he didn't move too much Shuichi would be able to set his ribs back in place fairly quickly assuming they were lucky.
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Feb 5, 2012 23:41:46 GMT -8
Post by akuhei on Feb 5, 2012 23:41:46 GMT -8
As she departed from the actual arena area, Akuhei had this constant tick-like irritation; as if it would be best to try and make some sort of amend or reprieve with the seriously injured man. Heck, she didn't get a good fight out of it, nor did he stand much of a chance because Akuhei simply didn't allow it. How was she to know he would go down with one blow?
Grunting and groaning loudly, the androgynous looking being surveyed the medical tent vicinity from afar, for now, though it was likely the medics and souls gathered would notice 'Ping', who had vomit stain on his attire, and sported a rather disturbed looking face. Truth be told, a woman who oh so despised the medics looked anxious as well as acted hesitant with an approach, though to them the pseudo male probably just looked oh so sick.
"Fuck, what the hell am I doing...?" She asked herself aloud, though at a distance so none could here, awkwardly approaching the medical tent with an obvious sense of disdain and loathing for the proverbial 'scenery'. Medics! A combat oriented woman like Akuhei didn't need them! Well, majority of the occasions she got sick, or brawled, of course. She was a reluctant, stubborn woman who didn't quite practice preventative health. Or, she wanted to act tough and assume her past role as fukutaichou of the eleventh division.
Despite being thrown into utter chaos for the entirety of her lifespan, the fiery shinigami-hollow hybrid was reminiscing and missing her times amongst the Shinigami. Paperwork, rules and the like sucked, yeah, but she had some noteworthy cause. It was nice to have a rank that actually meant something in that realm and organization. For being lieutenant proved that she was a worthy fighter, whereas amongst the rogue group of Vizard, she was just a wanderer. A nobody. In fact, it was as if she was beginning to feel isolated and lonely; yearning for some sort of companionship and affiliation. Her mind was working in mysterious ways, and this tournament was the cause of that. A change, likely for the better. Fuck, if she would be remembered as a no-good loner amongst the Vizard, the least she could do was prove her worth in this tournament! Consider this purpose and motivation for change!
Her fist clenched, teeth slightly gritted as she walked along the dirt toward the tent, now approaching the opening which Senako was probably carried through on the stretcher. Although it wasn't much, there was such a diverse looking group inside, well, to her anyways. One had protrusions of a mask along the skull, so Akuhei could only assume it was an arrancar. There were those, then, huddled around Senako's body, which some displayed signs of worry, others expressionless or serious as if to treat the wounds. She could only assume those with disheartened facial expressions were beloveds of that man laying against the stretcher lifeless.
There was the option to stick into character as a respectable man, but with the shit she pulled in the fight, that would be but a big fat lie to Senako; even if the others didn't witness or spectate the fight. Still, it probably didn't hurt to at least try and be reluctantly nice, right? Like a child who didn't want to admit their wrongdoings.
"Hm, hope he turns out all right. Didn't think he would be down with the first strike... Then, well, I was so consumed with... Things, that I lost control." She spoke sternly and in a deeper tone of voice than usual, portraying the 'Ping' character and role. While this took her a while to confess, as she paused often and seemed to abhor confessing it, she needed to make things clear. "I am not asking for forgiveness, but I am... sorry. " She spurted out, dismay evident at the last word of confession. Perhaps it was more of a religious opening. Bah, did she look like the religious type?!
She had no one to care for her, so she couldn't fathom or imagine the pain or worriment the lot was obviously trifled with as they looked upon the damage she created. Could she ever find friendship after such a long time of despair, agony and isolation within confrontation and the battleground? She didn't even know, but perhaps this once in a lifetime bout with the priest had actually shifted her way of thinking, if only slightly. Or maybe she would revert in the next out, shrug everything off like she normally did, or pummel the next bastard who caused her shit. Yup, maybe.
The world may never know.
Her amber eyes stared at the lot, awaiting some response or hint of malice. She could take a hint, but if it even resorted to a punch, she could take that too; and deliver another low blow. They should be thankful they were even getting something out of her, the man looking woman who hurt their savior! Her face seemed void of emotion as she awaited in anticipation, wondering if this was the wrong choice. She didn't like the medic tent, and she would cast her blame on the medical atmosphere if things turned awry!
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Feb 6, 2012 18:22:23 GMT -8
Post by kage on Feb 6, 2012 18:22:23 GMT -8
Ulquioza noticed the nod of the man immediately, and looked at his body. It was much better than it had been before. This would work out swimmingly.
After having taken notice of his new found health, he left the tent without another worry.
[Exit]
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Feb 8, 2012 9:03:12 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2012 9:03:12 GMT -8
It is harder than he thought finding a place to hide. Eventually, he found a bush where he could remove his disguise, shoving it into his magic bag. After wandering around the island for a bit, trying to refresh his memory, he finally remembers where he found Kenta and Kagami, at the medical tent. After limping his way over to the tend, noticing the amount of people in the area, and it seems to be even more than last time. Could the first round have gotten so far, or are there fights taking place outside the tournament proper?
Regardless, he simply stands behind the rest of the people, waving lightly to get someone's attention. Honestly, if he has to go through another round, the last thing he'd want to do is annoy the people who can heal him up. With that in mind, maybe it would be best to let them get to him at their own pace.
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Feb 9, 2012 6:28:45 GMT -8
Post by shikome on Feb 9, 2012 6:28:45 GMT -8
A teenage gigai clad Kiki sauntered into the medical tent. Despite the gloomy atmosphere of the tent, it was infinitely better than the chaos she had left behind. Still, the spring in her step and a twinkle in her eye was rather out of place all things considered. Her pseudo-male frame came to a stop just inside the entrance where all could see her. She examined the proceedings for a moment before clapping her young hands together with enough force to make her short blond locks bounce in place. "I require the most injured parties. Anyone with internal injuries, head trauma, missing limbs, that kind of thing." Then Kiki smoothed out the plain brown garment that she wore and waited.
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Feb 10, 2012 13:39:21 GMT -8
Post by senako on Feb 10, 2012 13:39:21 GMT -8
The Quincy's left side was a mass of disconnected bone and protruding mush; what bones hadn't been pulverized had begun to be fed into muscle and organs, making 'setting' the bones in the traditional sense all but impossible. And to compound matters, things were being jostled; things that had no business being jostled. Senako was thrown from the lands of peaceful, albeit fitful, dreams in order to come into the world the way of newborn babes: screaming in absolute, incomprehensible pain.
Kristian and Anastasia, fledgling doctor and part-time nurse respectively, were still children, and were full of fear for their Vater; for these reasons, they were slow in attempting to still him, their eyes shrouded in tears, and were incapable of keeping the giant of a man still. He thrashed and flailed as he screamed, the pain unbearable, his massive arm threatening to catch the poor man who would so rightfully take it upon himself to be his doctor directly in the head.
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Feb 10, 2012 18:15:14 GMT -8
Post by kokuhi on Feb 10, 2012 18:15:14 GMT -8
Kokuhi could only flinch at Senako's wild actions, glaring at the idiot who had deemed himself fit to try and help before following procedure. Wouldn't it make more sense to at least knock the patient out before attempting to heal them or at the least, restrain them? She was only following what little she knew, and that was what her father had told her. He was friends with a few medics and made sure to give his daughter some important information beyond to treat medics with respect unless they were idiots, in her own opinion in the latter part.
She was broken from her thoughts and the urge to shoot the young man who had tried to help in the butt with an arrow, in favor of turning to Akuhei. This was the woman who had injured Senako, and she felt her fists tighten up. Part of her wanted to try and deck the woman, but she had little physical strength to do so. On the other hand, she had come here, asking for forgiveness and the young Kokuhi tried to think of this from the way Jun had talked to her about Malik. She couldn't treat this woman as an enemy right now, she was a fellow combatant, as much as it angered her.
"Senako-san came here to fight with myself, for our people. I cannot speak for him but, thank you, for coming and for your words..." She paused and looked up at Akuhei, wondering for a moment before deciding to throw caution to the wind. "Yuubei Kohi, you are?"
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Feb 10, 2012 18:28:23 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2012 18:28:23 GMT -8
Having underestimated the extent of Senako's injuries along with overestimating how quickly the two kids would react, Shuichi was struck in the face by the man's flailing which would knock him to the floor.
"Ouch." Shuichi said in his usual monotonous voice. Of course he ended up getting hit while trying to help someone. Afterall the last three people who he had helped would probably try to kill him if he ever met them off the island.
Picking himself up off the floor and noticing Kiki, Shuichi would say to her, "No missing limbs yet but we have one with internal injuries and head injuries." Indicating Senako, Shuichi would then say, "If you think you can do a better job than i'm doing he's all yours. I can offer you any assistance if needed." While it was possible that she was a better medic than he was, Shuichi still had a feeling that if she was going to attempt to heal Senako then he might be requires to hold Senako's arms down given what had just happened.
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Feb 12, 2012 13:38:40 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2012 13:38:40 GMT -8
That most definitely wasn't fruitless and unexciting in the slightest. His pursuit of Miyagi yielding nothing out of the ordinary, Chii returned to the venue as news of Hiroshin and Hinoiri's fight spread like wildfire. He thought little of the results, surprising though they were; fact was, Kurisuna would be next, and her match would certainly prove a great deal more stimulating than his prior objective of surveying the bandit. Except her opponent wasn't there. All right, he could deal. Chii was an exemplar of patience, and he capably demonstrated this by absconding the premises within the initial five minutes to the location whose atmosphere he knew he'd enjoy. The medic tent, bless the wounded's agonizing throes. Chii slipped inside. The moans and howls of the injured rendered a clear picture; the medics had their hands full, and one man in particular seemed the focus of many. The boy dared not creep too close to him and his presumed confederates to ascertain the cause of such a wretched state, and instead remained with the lesser patients. ''May as well do something until her match starts.'' Though young, the red-head knew a thing or two about alleviating pain, and his black-rimmed eyes came to rest upon Hiroshin as he half-flailed to be treated. ''You. Come forward.''[/blockquote][/size]
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Feb 15, 2012 4:30:56 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2012 4:30:56 GMT -8
Noticing the teenage girl walk in asking for their sick, their wounded, their poor... well, their wounded, anyway, Hiroshin simply looks towards the priest who fixed Kagami hours earlier, with his left hand still resting on his leg after some pain. As long as he doesn't use it for anything, no one would even notice just how damaged he is, at least as far as the average stranger goes. "I think the priest could use the help more than the rest of else. I wouldn't mind going after him, though."
After saying that, he continues to look around, getting a good look at the others in the tents, before noticing the young boy ordering him around. Credit where it's due, Hiroshin didn't see him coming. Worst case scenario, the skeletons would probably prevent him from dying, and going to the normal parts of the island where reiatsu is negated would probably remove any effects. Really, what's the worst that can happen? While going through these thoughts, Hiroshin walks over to the boy, and looks down at him, moving his good arm to match his damaged arm's movements, so as not to appear... well, crippled. "I'm sorry, but i'm not one of the doctors, I'm actually a patient. If your hurt, you'd need to ask one of the others."
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Feb 15, 2012 22:33:36 GMT -8
Post by akuhei on Feb 15, 2012 22:33:36 GMT -8
Sorry for the hold up. The hollow of sorts quickly departed as Akuhei stepped in, and she really hadn't noticed, considering her eyes lingered on those she 'apologized' to. Still, however, it was only natural to ponder if the creature-like humanoid lost or prevailed in his battle. Heck, she couldn't recall for the life of her if Senako was human or not – since, well, the fight hadn't endured at all. So, it was hollow against who? For all she knew, she was of the first Vizard to fight; and quite frankly, she hadn't encountered the other two since the battle on the boats. Perhaps it was best to scout and seek them out, if she wanted to try and establish any sort of connection? Hell, maybe she could even switch in and get a fight! Maybe even all three, if possible! The possibilities were endless?
There were additions to the amount of people in this tent, including some random male waving his arm around like a retard, and a teenage looking male, who offered extensive healing capabilities likely to prove crucial for Senako's recovery. Knowing that had slightly relieved the pseudo-male, who had the luxury of departing now while she had the chance. The medics weren't apart of her likeable group of people, sort of.
The screaming hadn't startled the red-headed soul, considering that her eyes were in that general area, and she could see the one healer attempting to set Senako's ribs into place. Now that her peace was spoken, she required food and water as the alcohol and vomiting left her void and empty of the necessities. Before anyone could approach her, she turned on her heel and began to walk off, retorting to the female over her right shoulder whilst she walked. "Ping. Ping of the Fa family." She lied, but it was best to keep her identity under wraps.
The journey for food and water begins!
[Exit]
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Feb 16, 2012 14:16:59 GMT -8
Post by shikome on Feb 16, 2012 14:16:59 GMT -8
Kiki watched the incident occur between the Quincy and his would be savior. "You should put some ice on that," she said in a rather chipper tone to Suichi then swept forward to the patient, pulling the simple privacy curtains about the area. "Please make sure no one else can get in here." Her purple eyes darted over the twins and Suichi at this point. They all seemed involved with the patient to some degree, so they could all help. Senako wasn't the only one that would need privacy.
[Exit; Kiki & Senako]
While I am exiting this thread, Kiki, Senako, and the twins are still in the area. I am exiting the thread to make things less cluttered and hopefully so this thread will find an end so less confusing threads can be made for future medical reasons. Suichi can exit immediately into the new thread or not based on his actions. Senako and the twins can be considered exited at this point and post in the new thread.
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Feb 16, 2012 18:15:18 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2012 18:15:18 GMT -8
Watching as the newcomer, closed the curtains around Senako after giving him some medical advice, Shuichi raised an eyebrow as he heard the newcomer's voice change from beyond the curtain. Giving a shrug and figuring that Senako would be in good hands, given how confident Kiki was upon seeing the man's injuries. Realizing that he was also very low on reiatsu due to how much Chiyudo that he had used recently, Shuichi looked around to see if he would even be needed for the moment.
Seeing that everyone was being handled by someone else, Shuichi decided that the best thing he could do would be to take the time to let his reiatsu be restored so he could use Chiyudo for anyone who needed it. Exiting the tent, Shuichi then went off to have a look around.
[Exit]
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Feb 20, 2012 13:46:10 GMT -8
Post by kokuhi on Feb 20, 2012 13:46:10 GMT -8
Kokuhi glanced at the woman, wondering who she was, as she didn't seem to be Quincy or a normal human. Then again, she glanced at her nesting dolls after nodding her head, and paused to glance at a familiar face amongst them. Ping herself, though, if she remembered, it was part of the Vizard set. Strange, she didn't recognize the term, just what did it mean? And what was so significant about them?
Damn Kokuhi could not get any answers, and she didn't know if it was her time to fight yet or not. Then again, she at least needed to figure out just how to use the knives and daggers she had. The latter so she could have some kind of defense against hand to hand. It only made logical sense to her trained mind; the best defense against close quarters was a weapon. After all, she certainly didn't want to go running at an opponent head first only for a knife to pierce her gut.
And she could of course, just bring the dolls with her. Maybe Jun wouldn't mind holding onto them for her as she scooped them all up, thankful that her brother Quincy, cousin rather, was attended to and had the twins to protect him.
"Move it flat chest!" Her werecat piped up.
"Shut up!" She snapped back, mostly out of reflex to being insulted by her werecat as she scooped up her nesting dolls and skittered out of the tent.
One could only wonder just how the hell she was even able to carry all those damn dolls.
[Exit!]
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Feb 20, 2012 21:22:11 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2012 21:22:11 GMT -8
''You? A patient?'' Chii answered, his inexpressive gaze fixed on Hiroshin's bloated and undeniably broken arm; then, looking up, he eyed the slightly taller male with the flattest conceivable stare. ''I never would've guessed as much. I bet the other medics wished their wounded were as informative as yourself.''
He paused, surprisingly enough waited a bit, but continued before Hiroshin could get a proper word in... ''All jokes aside, that looks pretty painful. If you want, I could treat it; aniki doesn't even have to do anything but stand still.''
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Feb 22, 2012 19:12:56 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2012 19:12:56 GMT -8
Huh. A wordy little guy. Is this what he always seems like? No wonder Lyra dislikes him. Before he gets too far down that train of thought, Hiroshin quickly looks to where the child is looking at, his arm. And here he thought it wasn't too noticeable. "So I just stand here, and you can get my arm back as good as new? That's quite the handy talent. I'll take you up on that offer, then." Hopefully, the skeletons would step in to prevent any permanent damage, such as death, from occurring. After all, he quite clearly isn't wearing the same uniform as most of the medics. And the few who were also wearing different uniforms all left at roughly the same time.
Here's hoping his luck gets better than it already is.
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Feb 24, 2012 15:54:34 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2012 15:54:34 GMT -8
Chii shook his head. ''Good as new... no, I'm afraid that's out of my reach,'' he admitted dismally. That was an illusion he couldn't deliver; the skill just wouldn't come to him, unlike the euphoric ability that was being brought into question by a man whose circumstances struck him as oddly familiar... ''I can't heal it entirely; in fact, it'd be more proper to say I can't heal it at all. What I can do, however, is alleviate the discomfort... or, well, reverse it entirely. In any case: don't move.''
The boy reached out, tentative, and gingerly touched his fingers above the swelling of Hiroshin's arm. The effects were immediate under his reiatsu, and a profound sense of elation would overtake the bounty hunter; all that agonized him, fatigue included, would subside for now, though it would only last so long... Perhaps until one more proficient came about.
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Mar 18, 2012 23:12:22 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2012 23:12:22 GMT -8
As the child touches his arm, a short, sharp burst of pain rushes through his ar. Now that he doesn't have adrelenine from his fight to distract him, that's to be expected. Reguardless, hopefully he'll do something other than intentionally hurting the swe-
And suddenly, a wave of euphoria washes over him. A feeling unlike anything since the times before he joined the Imperial army. Thankfully, he picked up a decent poker face during that... different period of his life. Before he could make a fool of himself with a foolish look, he quickly forces his face into a blank, expressionless look. "Wow, that really is a neat trick."
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Apr 3, 2012 8:27:57 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2012 8:27:57 GMT -8
''Yeah,'' muttered Chii as he looked about the tent, empty save for those sequestered over what he could only assume be an emergency. ''Your arm... It is the same one that swordsman injured.'' He looked back at him, equally as stoic. He'd witnessed so far into the fight, had seen the male in question drive his fist into concrete. Neither were particularly tall, the circumstances fit... If this was Kurisuna's teammate, it would appear he had discarded his guise, though his sword, that was nowhere to be seen, either. No, no... it would be counterproductive to drag it about. ''If I may be so bold... How did you break it?'' [/size]
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Apr 9, 2012 17:57:22 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2012 17:57:22 GMT -8
For a second, Hiroshin froze. "The swordsman". This kid's sharper than he assumed. If a kid this young can make the connection, an adult could probably confirm it. God help him if the Witch figured out. That could go badly, especially if it happened before he could observe her fighting tactics enough to make a counter. On the other hand, there's nothing really connecting him minus an injury. He made sure to cover any identifying features and made sure no one was around when he switched out of his disguise.
Quickly, he looks down at his injured arm, and then back at the boy. "A swordsman got hurt like this too? What's a swordsman doing getting that close to an enemy that can do this?" With a chuckle to himself, he tries to think of an excuse for his injuries while making fun of "the swordsman". Luckily, he comes up with something fast enough, that may be believable considering the kind of place this is. "It ain't something I'd prefer to bring up, but I got into a fight almost as soon as I got off the boat. Big guy, and angry. Saw me, and decided he wanted to mess me up. I got clumsy, and this was the result."
After his admittedly sub-par explanation, he laughs to himself, hoping to make the kid believe he is just a fool with terrible luck.
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Apr 22, 2012 6:20:32 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2012 6:20:32 GMT -8
The child paid close attention to Hiroshin's account of the event that had led to his injury. What the man claimed had occurred didn't entirely correlate with what Chii knew, or thought of as fact; several vessels had disembarked at the dock before a mysterious dome had been erected, presumably to seal them in, and of those ships but one had carried visitors: his own. Could he have boarded an earlier boat? That would not correspond with his story, either; too long had passed, and this would hold true even if, as it could still turn out, they had mounted the same transport. ''You're a terrible liar, aniki,'' Chii smiled. Perhaps a bold, if not stubborn assertion, though what had he to lose; men were prone to telling a stranger lies, especially in circumstances such as these.
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Apr 22, 2012 12:40:54 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2012 12:40:54 GMT -8
Damn, that didn’t work. Luckily, he can still keep his face from revealing the lie. ”Oh? It’s really that hard to believe that in a fighting tournament like this that people will pick fights? Not that I’d recommend it, but any gambling den will show you that if you pack enough people in an area with competition, and someone gets a bone broken eventually. On second thought, try a sumo ring. Probably safer for a kid there. Or...”
While thinking to himself, he notices a curiously unguarded area with medical supplies. Without saying a word to the child, he walks over takes a single board. Lifting his shirt up a bit, he undoes his spare turban, wrapped around his chest as a Sarashi. Hiroshin sits down, and begins wrapping the cloth around his arm a few times, securing the plank against his arm. Once he is finished, he moves the ends of the makeshift splint’s cloth binding to behind his neck, before realizing that he can’t turn his head far enough to use his teeth to “replace” his damaged hand. ”Hey kid, can you do me a favor? Just get behind me and tie that into a knot?”
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Apr 22, 2012 18:49:40 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2012 18:49:40 GMT -8
''I guess not, but even so...'' Chii trailed off as the man had, honestly unsure of how to follow up; perhaps he figured it was best to leave the man to his own antics, perhaps he knew there was no getting anything of value out of him. The teenager held his tongue, either way, watching attentively as Hiroshin fashioned for himself a makeshift splint with which to support his injured limb. But such a device would inevitably require assistance one-armed, so it came as no surprise that he had taken it upon himself to request a thirteen-year-old's help.
''All right,'' Chii told him. In light of such a golden opportunity, his mind was set. There was nothing that could clue this man to his intentions, no facial precursor or quiver in his voice that would unveil how treacherous and manipulative he'd prove himself to be. Ambling up to the ''patient,'' that unfortunate individual who'd simply been in the wrong place, at the wrong time (twice this day, if he was to be believed), Chii circled him as to face Hiroshin's exposed back, ensuring his victim-to-be would not see a thing. Now, the boy wasn't well-versed in how to properly utilize the majority of bladed weapons, but knives were his forte, and his proficiency with them extended to swift, precise stabs the likes of which required very little thought from his part; without so much as a grin, or cruel remark, Chii promptly retrieved one of them, and through that the same motion struck, aiming the blade so it'd sink into the flesh of neck and sever the jugular, still in a fashion that, even if Hiroshin were to twist his neck about, he would not so much as glimpse the endeavour.
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Apr 23, 2012 7:19:31 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2012 7:19:31 GMT -8
As Chii's blade bit flesh, the tent surrounding he and Hiroshin shuddered ever-so-slightly as a magic filtered through the air; the metal would taste blood, that much could be sure, but it would not bite as deeply as it desired, for this place was not one where Death could reach. The cut across Hiroshin's neck, while stinging and drawing blood, was not deep enough to do much more - and so the words spoken before were proven true, that death was not welcome here.
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Apr 23, 2012 21:30:18 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2012 21:30:18 GMT -8
As the child gets behind him, Hiroshin tries to look over his shoulder to get a good look at the child, in case he needed help. While looking over, Hiroshin notices his shoulders shift a bit, yet the kid’s hands aren’t going towards his shoulder. Turning behind a bit, he tries to get a better look to see what he’s doing. ”Hey kid, what’re you...”
Suddenly, a sting in his neck!
Instinctively, he does a quick elbow strike with his left hand to attack the child, before quickly getting up with a turb. In that single turn, he pushes his shirt down and grabs a bandage for him to use on his neck for later with his left arm, while moving his right arm to apply pressure to the wound.
Why would the kid try to kill him? Where did he get the knife? Why didn’t the... wait, the skeletons. They said that there wouldn’t be any killing on the island. Looks like they proved their power. While all of these thoughts are running through his head, Hiroshin circles around the child, keeping out of range of the child's arm, yet slightly within range of one of his kicks. Once his back is to the exit to the tent, he glares at the kid, taking small steps towards the exit. ”I don’t know why the hell you want me dead, and to be honest, I don’t give a damn. Stay where you are and don't move a muscle, or you’ll end up even worse than me.”
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