Medstar's Academy

[DaveJ]

Seeing that Vaeltia’s bleeding stopped and that she was out of immediate danger, Kite breathed a very frustrated sigh of relief.

“I swear, I’m honestly not sure whether to heal her or kill her...!”

After a moment catching his breath and calming his nerves, Kite decided upon the former action, and mustered his will to heal the Obrimos. Then, convinced that Vaeltia's was completely stable, and her life out of immediate danger, he approached her in order to address her more difficult wounds

Kite’s Action

Kite casts the Healing Heart rote “Balm of Flesh” at range, healing 3 points of Lethal (not Aggravated) damage. He needs to physically touch Vaeltia to heal the Aggravated damage. (spends 1 mana)

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-08-22 23:07:17		Kite rolls 12 to Casting "Balm of Flesh" ('Healing Heart' Rote - Life 3) on Vaeltia (cast at range) (10 Again)		1, 4, 10, 2, 5, 10, 4, 3, 9, 7, 4, 5, 5, 7		3 successes

[RebornSeas]

Four glances up at Reverb's actions, then turns back to Vaeltia with a scowl on his face and shakes her shoulder. "Wake up, you've got explaining to do."

[Idun]

Idun sighs and sits back, glances over to Kite, watching him with a slight puzzled look. Only when Reverb begins to pack his bag does she uses the back of her hand to brush her bangs. With a slight shrug, she takes a few moments to study Vaeltia to see if she's coming too, particularly as Four addresses her.

  Checking Vaeltia over

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-08-25 01:15:16		Idun rolls 6 to Int + Medicine (10 Again)		8, 7, 1, 4, 4, 1		1 success

[Vae]

It hurt...and it was cold.

What the hell had happened?

She could feel the touch of a hand on her shoulder. But the ground was beneath her.

Her eyes snapped open.

Bright.

Cold.

It hurt to move.

And everything was tingly.

Nevermind the blood, but she hadn't seen that yet.

There was a woman, at least it could have been a woman, that was different. She let out a shaky breath as she tried to remember. She couldn’t feel the knife that should have been in her hand.

“Ow.” Vaeltia blinked a few more times, trying to get the vision to clear.

Then the fear hit her before she slammed a lid on that trash can.

“That ... was .... ow.” Was it possible to physically feel pale?

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[Miach]

OOC

What was the Int + Medicine roll for, please ?

Miach was intently looking at the patient in his care, worried about her health. He knew she should be fine by now, everything indicated so, but still, if she had no intent to live... he had watched over patients whose health was rather good, and who ended up dying anyway. That was perhaps what angered him the most. Certainly, she had disrupted his course - Reverb was packing, for instance - but more than that, much more than that, she had thrown away her life. Of course, she knew she would be healed, there were too many healers around for her to be in any real danger, but the frame of mind it indicated to Miach was nothing he could understand.

When the young woman at last spoke again, he first smiled, then scowled, before trying to talk to her as normally as possible. The mystagogue had no idea how she would answer, whatever the tone of his voice. Anger... she might snap back. Pedagogy... she might snap back. Casual... she might snap back. Concern... she might snap back. Well... he opted for normal, then.

Ow-ful is the word you're looking for, Vaeltia. Like in "ow-ful idea".

[October Davenport]

Toby stands with her arms crossed over her chest, not impressed with the events of the evening. Her mind was working over the reasoning behind the action, wondering if she had wanted to die, if they needed to commit her, or if this was some type of test? If it was a test, it was not one she was happy to have been forced to take. This was not an action to be taken lightly, and her face showed her displeasure.
But ever the doctor, she does knell on the floor, taking a closer look at the patient. That was what her status was now, a patient, until the wound was closed and she had a little more color.

[RebornSeas]

Four turns from Vaeltia to look at Miach. There's a long, drawn out moment where from the twitching grimace of his mouth and drawn eyebrows make it intensely clear to anyone who care to look that he's re-evaluating Miach's intelligence. then, he speaks: "For my sanity and your health, I recommend that you be quiet. Please." Then, Four cautiously, carefully, scoots away from Vae - out of arm's reach - and leaving a streak of blood on the carpet.

"Vae? You lost a lot of Blood. Idun stopped the flow, but you're going to be weak for a bit, and your options are going to a hospital and getting a transfusion, or accepting life magic here and now to explain why the fuck you decided slitting your wrist was a good idea." there's a pause, and he looks down at the floor. "Which, by the way? It was a terrible idea. I'd recommend offering to pay for the damage to the rug or helping the janitors clean this up, or cleaning it up before they find out about this. It wouldn't be very fair at all to make them do it." His voice is in the measured tones of someone telling a Teenager that the suggestion was less a suggestion and more of a chore for detention.

[Vae]

Vaeltia looks at Kite ( DaveJ ) for a half second then at Animus . The smallest most in perceptible of nods is sent at the two Thyrsus before she struggles to push herself into an upright position with her unsliced arm, the pain only showing on her face once she had the chance to cradle the arm.

Tourniquet.

Oh...there is a lot of blood.

“Puns... are not appreciated.”

She wasn’t about to try to stand, that wouldn’t end well, and she was getting light headed already.

“Can someone.... please, hand me my bag. Kite, not yet.”

The breathing was heavy again, the pain was still there.

“Animus...how did they do?”

Because, this was after all a test, and she had called him in as a judge.

[Miach]

It came as little surprise to Miach that his pun wouldn't be appreciated. But so were Vaeltia's antics, so why not follow the mood the Obrimos was setting for the evening ? Anyway, he knew when to keep quiet too, and he did exactly that as he walked toward her bag, and brought it to her slowly and carefully, his lips sealed till she had cared to explain. His gaze went between her and Animus as she asked him how they had fared, and he didn't like one bit the question, but the Acanthus bit his tongue, and refrained from bursting. Yet.