The nature of his injuries...

[yuri]

You cannot break those who are already Shattered

Really?


Keiko sat up in the chair with a bit of effort to look at the boy’s phone. Tourist, can’t even bother to learn a bit of the local language before visiting a country. Studying the image of the phone for e a minutes. Slightly familiar pair, or it looked like she might remember seeing them pass over a screen during a Bloodhound briefing. Male team, she frowned, if the kid had better control over that ring effect of his he could of blasted that and ran.


But again, that would probably be a bad idea since he didn’t really have any seeming control over it. Making a face at the to small image she motion for the young man to hand her the phone to look at the writing better. Old Kanji.



“ Viciously... that’s... a boring turn events. Here I was hoping it be ” She taped the foreigners phone and moved something around on her’s as she wanted for SHivani to respond. Setting up a date transfer to copy the image that Fey had taken onto her own phone then sending it to the date hub for it to be picked up for mage confirmation. “ Sending Image for confirmation ”

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THE DOLL

[phone]

Connected • • •

Inquiry input... Date Received. Please hold for analysis ...

amlin of WW

Keiko held Fey out his phone. “ (This should only take it a few moments.)”

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THE DOLL

[phone]

Connected • • •

Analysis finished. Unit is logged in system with reacquiring know areas. Would is this a request for priority containment?

amlin of WW

“ This isn't a priority. Sent me the public infor and I’ll submit it on the police database. I can get a common service unit to take care of it. It’s not a Bloodhound priority.

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THE DOLL

[phone]

Disconnected • • •

Confirmed. Inquiry sent. Disconnecting Secure network connection....... bzzt.

amlin of WW

Keiko tucked her phone back into her jacket. Running her hand through her loose hair to fix it back up from where it had fallen with the struggle, fixing the pins to keep the curled ends in place. “ (It will be filed with the department. It may be a few days before they can be caught. What we can retrieve will be returned to you.- )



She was cut off when the door to the room opened.

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Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for; it is a thing to be achieved.

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There is a lot of reasons she would be called from the child center on the other side of the hospital. One of which she hated, but that was up at the lab floor where her so called “family” would call you up to make you into a pincushion. Another, was well for the very reason BLANKs come in handy for anyone. A unit disruption on the emergency floor would be one of such reasons.


Were several doctors seem to be tending to some rather old behaviors in patients around this surrounding room, the call had come down to the pediatric ward for her to come up here. To cancel out any remain effect that some unit ring had caused on the floor. It was like that unspoken rule about not using your ring in a hospital for a reason. She expected to find what was the most common reason, it was simply because a person didn’t know.


What she found.



Should have been the obvious reason.


Give it to a Bloodhound to cause problems in a hospital after.


“ Nakahara-san, you do know your are in the emergency ward”

● Sadist ● Meiko uniform

PHARAOH LEAP.

[Sadist]

The Nature of his Injuries...

tag: yuri // notes: He switched to Spanish at the end, so Meiko should be able to sort-of-kind-of follow what he's saying. Yay, Romance languages!

Fey deleted the photo the moment she handed the phone back to him. He didn't want any more reminders of what had happened than was absolutely necessary. In his mind, the sooner he put this whole affair behind him, the sooner he could have his life back. It was probably the thought of turning around and heading straight home instead of continuing his world tour that kept his mind from tracking what this detective was saying. He was so far behind the conversation that he hadn't processed her words until another woman entered the room, apparently to chastise the first. At least this one's clothes gave him a better idea as to her profession than the detective's had.

<"A few...days..."> A soft groan escaped him as he slid his cell back into his pocket. <"I'm only supposed to be in Japan for a few days. You know, enough to see what all the fuss is about before moving on to the next country on my bucket list? I'm a tourist, not a damned foreign exchange student."> He lifted his right hand, about to pinch the bridge of his nose, but had to stop and switch hands as that was too much motion for his shoulder. {"What a nightmare...trapped in a country where I don't speak the language, with no place to stay once I'm released from the damn hospital, which I shouldn't be in to start with, except that there are deranged magic-wielding muggers in this f*cked up city..."}

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[yuri]

You cannot break those who are already Shattered

A smile stay on her lips as the BLANK fighter step into the room. A, so they called her up for this? Seems she might have caused some problems on the ward for pushing the young man’s ring. Interesting in the least something to note his effects for later when she filed the report in the WWR. Though the young man might just be a bit more of a leaf in the wind for some years if he chose to just ignore this. Individuals would want to deny that there is something different in their world rather than everyone else were the hardest of them to convince to go to any of the Academies.



She could send a report in to the American branch of course. Let him be their problem. SInce he is only a “tourist”, there wouldn’t be much of a point in trying to get him into theirs.

But that ring..




“Forgive me for the trouble that might have cause Jeniou-san. I didn’t think the backlash would go so wide. “

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Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for; it is a thing to be achieved.

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Meiko watched the woman slightly before she crossed the room shutting the door behind. She had walked in carrying files that had been off handed to her when she came up here. Pulling out the x-rays’ that had been taken during the start of the young man’s visit. Flicking on the light behind them she study the images for a few moments. The young man was rambling in spanish, a few words she could pick out here and there but it didn’t make much sense to her. Mumbling about “magic” though was enough to key in the last missing pieces. She had been sort of handed a few things without much of an explanation when she came up here but.

Bloodhound met the young man was injured in spell battle.

Wild ring?


Probably caused when trying to explain to someone who doesn’t know they are part of units... About units.



Sometimes physical evidence made it easier to take in then just being told.



“ So you say... Is there anything else you need to discuss with him? Before I get started.”

● Sadist ●

PHARAOH LEAP.

You cannot break those who are already Shattered

No one needed to tell her twice what that meant. Keiko stood up slowly, straightening out her jacket as she smiled slightly at the young man on the examination table. If he didn’t want to believe her and continue denying the possibility. There wasn’t much the young Bloodhound could do, other then file a report and have tabs kept on the young man so that he didn’t fall into the wrong crowd.

Could inform the Aristocrats to.. If his namesake fell underneath one of their own. They rather like to know those things after all.

On even PAYS for it.


“ No. There isn’t much more I can do... but offer to be a translator.” When the redhead fighter just shook her head at her slightly, in a statement that it wouldn’t be necessary. She bowed to them both to take her leave but not before looking back at the young man. “ (If you want a translator back in here just tell her so. I will be outside until she has finished.)”


With that, Keiko stepped out into the hall to wait for the young nurse to finish. She could do her report outside of the room anyways. Do some calls as well..... He was a tourist.. No id, no money. An bassy should be able to set him up somewhere.

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Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for; it is a thing to be achieved.

❞

She kept from rolling her eyes as she waited for the other to leave as she read the report in her hand. Laundry list of injuries.. The hardest one to fix would be his arm. No one of her better subjects but it would not be the first battle patch job she has done in the hospital or on the field for that manner. It would be healed enough once she was done though that it wouldn’t require much more intense attention.


Units were lucky in some cases at least.

With a deep breath Meiko flick off the light and walked back over to the young man sitting on the table, and bow slightly.



“ Jeniou-san” She pointed to herself before standing up straight again, and pulling her phone out of her pocket to type something out on it. There was this wonderful thing most people forgot about technology. The translation might not always be key on but....


After she was done she turned the face of the phone so that he could read it.



Phone : //We can use my phone as a translator. She does not have to come back in.... I must exam your arm.. Do you want help taking off your shirt? Please nod yes or no//


(English)

//Spanish//

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PHARAOH LEAP.

[Sadist]

The Nature of His Injuries

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While the two women were having their little discussion, presumably about him, Fey stared at the XRays, cataloging his injuries based on XRays he'd gotten after his fights. He was almost done when the first woman left him alone with the second. {"Oh, thank God. I thought that woman would never leave."} When the redhead stepped up to him and introduced herself as Jeniou-san, he mouthed the name a couple times to make sure he'd pronounce it correctly. Reading her phone screen, he took out his own cell and pulled up the translator, typing his response with deft fingers.

"It might be faster to have two [translators] doing. No need to change languages."

He set the phone on the bed and carefully pulled off the jacket that had been resting across his shoulders before looking at his shirt, or what remained of it. He found a tear that was almost complete and yanked hard enough with his left hand for the fabric to fall apart. Glancing around, he tried to locate the biohazard bin. This wasn't his first rodeo.

"Red bag? Am I being prepped for surgery? The last time I tore my rotator cuff, the doctor said I was lucky it was not bad enough for surgery."

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[yuri]

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Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for; it is a thing to be achieved.

❞

She watched his movements, how tender some action seemed, or how he avoided making certain ones. Cuts, a few burn marks... A blast spell could be the culprit for most of these, the cuts.. Glass. Cruel battle style, and not the most accurate, She turned her head looking more so at some of the burn marks to his lower back. That was a fire based, for a mugging his attackers didn’t just go for a simple knock and grab.



It had the looks for a more personal feel to continue. Like he did something that stuck a core of one of the unit. Sacrifice more likely, they tended to have the bigger ego to bruise, remarkably his face was left with little damage. Yes, his arm would be the worse repair.. The others she could forward the time in their natural healing. But the arm she would have to do herself with a far more precision casting. Holding his phone back out to her made Meiko come out of her thought and she shook her head.


Surgery?


Meiko shook her head as she motioned for him to hand her the shirt he had torn off himself. Or well, what was left of what could have been called a shirt. There could be one she could get a replacement from at the gift shop down on the next floor so the young man wasn’t just walking around in that jacket. Holding the scrapes of the shirt out from her she walked over to the metal trash can that was unlined and opened it.

“ Incinerate” The single word spell left her lips just seconds before the shirt pieces burst into flame as she dropped it into the trash can and closed the lid. Next she opened the door to the cabinet, looking for a few needed things while she washed her hands off. Pulling out a bottle, she took hold of her phone to type something out as she walked back over to the young man sitting on the bed. Disregarding his facial expression from what she had just done.


She held her phone back out to him.

“// Your Arm is the Worse Damage, I will fix it. The burns and cuts I will do what I can to forward the healing process but your Arm is the worse. I will Fix it the same way It was broken. It is far faster.//”

● Sadist ●  very direct isn't she

PHARAOH LEAP.

[Sadist]

The Nature of His Injuries

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If he had enough uninjured parts of his body to do so, Fey would have jumped off the table when his favorite shirt's fragments burst into flames. {"Jesus. Mother of God. Get away from me!"} Was he overreacting? Probably. Did he look like an idiot? Most likely. Did he care? Definitely not...yet. At the moment, all he cared about was how easily the shirt had been incinerated, and how the same might apply to him.

When she held out her phone in his direction, he kept looking from the screen to her face, so reading it took much longer than it should. Finally, he relaxed...barely. He took a deep breath and typed into his phone.

"...Okay."

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Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for; it is a thing to be achieved.

❞

She watched the young man as he looked between her phone and her face, as if he wasn’t sure what would happened if he took his eyes off of her. But, calmly, Meiko stood there holding her phone out to him waiting patiently for him to conclude. He could refuse, he had the right to do so, it wasn’t like “traditional” medicine wouldn’t fix the same problems. It just took a far longer time, with surgery, physical therapy, and not telling how much pain meds. Something that was more heartache than worth not taking the short cut. After sometime, perhaps he concluded the same thing as he typed back a response to her.

The question could asked, if he really understood what that meant, since he was so freaked out when she burned his shirt. But, that would be a matter for another time. Most young units are intrigued by the world they are slipping into and some just plain terrified.


“ Okay.” The redhead repeated back to the young man as she put her phone down. Typing something quickly into it before putting it up and walking up to the unsure man. That looked like another moment, and he would bolt out the door. She stepped up to him pulling on of the things out of her pockets she had gotten.

A simple mouth guard that she broke from the plastic seal to hand it to the young man. Making a gesture for him to put it in his mouth as she held her hands up around his shoulder, sort of evaluating it more close up even though she had seen enough on the x-rays. Amber eyes turned back up to the young man’s face.

“ Ow” She removed her hands as she made the common sound for distressed to show if it hurt to much all he had to do was voice and she would stop. Or least she hoped she got that acrossed as this would cause some great discomfort. Each person had their own tolerance to the discomfort caused during mending spells. She did not, however, give the young man another moment to rethink his decision as she set forward with her task at hand. Her hands resting over the injured shoulder.

“ Unwinding, turning back the moment in time,

Unbinding and realigning,

. Mend the broken path “

The word spell left her lips in a slow graced chant as she moved her fingers of her right hand along his collarbone down along through his shoulder joint and down his arm. And then onward over the front of his torso as the spell began its work.

Take a blessing of the Sea,
Calming, smoothing,

Take the pain

Washed away

Her hand went up about to his other shoulder where her other hand hovered holding a small bottle of purified water. She popped the lid off of it as she continued the slightly, whispered healing spell as the water dripped down off the young man’s shoulders as she poured it acrossed from one side to the other.

By Suijin grace..

● Sadist ● This will be a bit uncomfortable * Suijin- god of Sea

PHARAOH LEAP.

[Sadist]

The Nature of His Injuries

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Fey stared at the mouthguard for a moment, but the moment she started her strange chant, the burning in his shoulder answered his unasked question. The guard was to protect his teeth from the damage of being gnashed in pain. He stuck it out for a little longer before shoving the guard into place. The last thing he wanted was a toothache after everything else he'd gone through today. After a few minutes the pain faded from his mind and he slipped into a familiar trance-like state. The same trance that had protected him from the worst at the Facility and that sharpened his focus during a match. It was at this point that he could feel where the woman's hands were touching his skin and the chill of the water as it traced his muscles, sensations that had been lost in the haze of pain just a moment before. The tension left him, and his jaw unclenched.

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