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bakerstreet2023-06-04 06:55 pm
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Nursed back to health
 
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[ Someone call the Wahhh-mbulance! ]
[ either side of things, wols and non-wol OCs welcome. ]
[She supposes it's flattering, by some measure, that Krile has been insisting that she's the Scions' best resource for confirming that a significant handful of their members are hale, hearty, and fighting fit in the days after their dissevered souls are delivered back properly into their cold and waiting bodies. Flattering, because the best resource can also mean the only resource, and more often than not when such compliments are offered in her direction, it usually comes with a footnote of the only person we know stubborn enough and crazy enough to even consider trying.
Because of course no one knows the first thing about how to properly ensure that a wayward soul has been correctly installed back into its corporeal form; the Allagans likely studied it at one time or another, but the Allagans also can't be trusted as far as a node could throw them when it comes to securing the health of their test subjects, and the last thing she needs is a viable theory with a great big missing caveat about ego death or somesuch that the researchers simply didn't see fit to be bothered by.
Still, she'll concede that as the options go, she's better than most. Thancred had mentioned something to her before about the Garleans possibly having some insights into it, but that's the Garleans, and again — not much better than the Allagans when it comes to building on their existing foundations. So she's got what she's got, what she's learned, what she's tested in moons upon moons of trying to right wrongs, some by her own making and some by others'.
This is her last appointment of the day. She'd left extra time for it, at Krile's suggestion. There had been some remarks tossed around that the subject in question might be...reluctant to cooperate.
But she knows more than a few things about managing reluctant subjects, herself. Surely it'll be nothing she can't handle. After all, just look at her assistant for the day.]
This way, Niko.
[So she says, gently, as she pushes open the door to Dawn's Respite, a clipboard beneath one arm and her other hand wrapped securely around Niko's wrist, where it's been ever since the airship had flown them down from Ishgard to Mor Dhona. It's a cloudy day out, and Niko is about as lucid as he ever is — still quiet, as always, but he can attend to things when he's prompted properly. His knives are on his belt and he's carrying the bag with her tools and his laid out neatly inside.
His loose fingers curl and release, a short distance from her grip on his wrist. She'll need to get him settled before she looks at her new patient; the lack of a focus must be making him fidgety.]
You're G'raha Tia? The one Marcel woke up from the Crystal Tower. This won't take long; Krile wants me to have a look at you, now that you're awake again.
Because of course no one knows the first thing about how to properly ensure that a wayward soul has been correctly installed back into its corporeal form; the Allagans likely studied it at one time or another, but the Allagans also can't be trusted as far as a node could throw them when it comes to securing the health of their test subjects, and the last thing she needs is a viable theory with a great big missing caveat about ego death or somesuch that the researchers simply didn't see fit to be bothered by.
Still, she'll concede that as the options go, she's better than most. Thancred had mentioned something to her before about the Garleans possibly having some insights into it, but that's the Garleans, and again — not much better than the Allagans when it comes to building on their existing foundations. So she's got what she's got, what she's learned, what she's tested in moons upon moons of trying to right wrongs, some by her own making and some by others'.
This is her last appointment of the day. She'd left extra time for it, at Krile's suggestion. There had been some remarks tossed around that the subject in question might be...reluctant to cooperate.
But she knows more than a few things about managing reluctant subjects, herself. Surely it'll be nothing she can't handle. After all, just look at her assistant for the day.]
This way, Niko.
[So she says, gently, as she pushes open the door to Dawn's Respite, a clipboard beneath one arm and her other hand wrapped securely around Niko's wrist, where it's been ever since the airship had flown them down from Ishgard to Mor Dhona. It's a cloudy day out, and Niko is about as lucid as he ever is — still quiet, as always, but he can attend to things when he's prompted properly. His knives are on his belt and he's carrying the bag with her tools and his laid out neatly inside.
His loose fingers curl and release, a short distance from her grip on his wrist. She'll need to get him settled before she looks at her new patient; the lack of a focus must be making him fidgety.]
You're G'raha Tia? The one Marcel woke up from the Crystal Tower. This won't take long; Krile wants me to have a look at you, now that you're awake again.
( injured/sick. m/m for shipping angles. gen more than okay as well. likely to have tried evading any help/care as much as possible before relenting.
detailed prefs / info . please note there are spoilers for him specifically. )
detailed prefs / info . please note there are spoilers for him specifically. )
Edited 2023-06-05 00:58 (UTC)
[ either the one doing the patching up, or the injured party, can be ship or gen. ]
{ M/F for romance but OTA gen. He's probably the one being nursed, given that he has battle experience. }
She's dropping by to get one of the Avengers safe houses in order because with the rumors that Tony had been saying it looked like they were going to need to stash a teenager here for a bit who had gotten herself in trouble with some local mobsters until the situation could be taken care of.
Dressed in light weight coat, jeans an a sweatshirt, she's got a wide brimmed hat to disguise some of her face. She's got a bag of groceries with her that she's going to put in the fridge and also plans to clean up a little bit, no one has used it in forever, but also get rid of some massive amount of weapons that are stashed there because she's pretty sure those aren't supposed to be around kids.
Well, normal kids anyways.
No one is supposed to be here but, when she turns the door she hears a sound coming from inside.
"Who's here?" she asks as she drops the grocery bag and pulls a knife that is tucked in her thigh holster.
Dressed in light weight coat, jeans an a sweatshirt, she's got a wide brimmed hat to disguise some of her face. She's got a bag of groceries with her that she's going to put in the fridge and also plans to clean up a little bit, no one has used it in forever, but also get rid of some massive amount of weapons that are stashed there because she's pretty sure those aren't supposed to be around kids.
Well, normal kids anyways.
No one is supposed to be here but, when she turns the door she hears a sound coming from inside.
"Who's here?" she asks as she drops the grocery bag and pulls a knife that is tucked in her thigh holster.
[ robot pals, perhaps? legion can be the one to patch connor up, if you like! ]
( injured. he heals but it sucks for him. )
[ I know we alrady have a thread going, but would you be interested in a Nilou fussing over her injured fwend? XD ]
The Swede | Our Flag Means Death | M/M for ship but ota
ourlittlenordicangel
2023-06-05 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Swede has very bad scurvy. ]
[ Either role, but likely the injured party ]
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