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| Airship Interception [OT 1 or 2] | |
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| Dian | Tue Jun 2, 2015 7:41 am Post #1 |
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The droning ring agitated Dian's migraine as she woke up, too loud to be the sound of the golemized parts of the airship unless something was wrong with it. She didn't even want to bother with rummaging around for the potion or pills that could perhaps alleviate her painful symptom, but the noise wasn't going away. Slowly she opened her eyes to the golden light of day which was thankfully dimmed, though streams managed to fall through, illuminating the blurry image of her surroundings. Dian blinked a few times to clear her eyes of the waking haze and almost immediately regretted it. The only thing which kept the Nalaian from shooting up to a sitting position was the splitting pain in her head, for rather than being in the comforting surroundings of her cabin, the alchemist found herself surrounded by the debris of the ship she had booked passage on not too long ago and memories of what happened came flooding back as she recalled what was happening just prior to her falling unconscious. Airship pirates with a violent tendency, though an admittedly sound plan. Crash a transport vessel, possibly kill or ransom survivors, and steal all valuable goodies. There was nothing Dian could do to help prevent the fall of the ship, just wait in her cabin and pray that she would survive. Trouble came in threes, or so it was said. First her home was burned down along with all research due to a fire from her neighbor's building catching it ablaze, now she was aboard a ship that had been shot down from the sky, and a chill ran down her spine to consider what could possibly be next. Though the chill could have just been a result of injury sustained in the crash. The redhead slowly sat up on her knees, examining herself for injury. All of her limbs were intact, but her right calf certainly seemed to be a mess, bloody soft leather practically indistinguishable from torn flesh to her, probably broken knowing her recent string of misfortune. The only thing that kept her from reacting too much the pain was the threat of her migraine which made her wince every time she didn't keep her head level, probably thanks to more injury. Sure enough blood began to fall into her left eye from above, blinding it, but not the right one, leaving her just enough visibility to take a look her surroundings. The ringing drone was muffling sound, but she could make out the screams and cries of other people who were on board the ship. Some commander of the vessel was shouting orders at people, trying to restore order amidst chaos. At least one person who was standing had visibly lost an arm and was stumbling around, probably searching for it so that it could be reattached. Somebody rushed over to the amputee with some cloth, either drapes or a bedsheet, probably to use like a bandage. Slowly Dian brought her hand to try and wipe the blood from her eye, but all she got from ti was a few frames of red tinted images before the blood blinded it again. She then moved her hand to brush strands of her red hair back behind her ears before stopping and remembering that she could at least heal her own injuries. Far quicker, she reached for the pendant vial around her neck for the Evil Potion, synthesized unicorn blood, but of course it was shattered and empty, the liquid most likely ironically mixed into her spilled blood and unable to help. She cursed and looked around, shifting her weight onto her good side while she scanned for the chest she pack she had her remaining belongings in. Perhaps in there she could at least retrieve some of the purple pills she had made, begin distributing them among survivors to help them in this time of crisis, but the bag must have been buried under more debris for it was nowhere in sight. Dian cursed, though she could barely hear her own voice. It was quite the predicament she had found herself in, and she was short on options to remedy it. She let her hand drop down and it hit the metal flask that was still tied to her belt. She chuckled softly a she took a look at the metal container with a piece of sharpened lumber sticking through it and into the outside of her right thigh. More pain that was slowly but surely coming into focus as she noticed it, and she had her flask of liquid joy to thank for it not being worse. Dian pulled on the piece of debris lodged in her thigh but it didn't budge very much, and trying just made it hurt even worse and bleed a little more. She sighed and shook her head, leaning on her left hand as she looked for anybody nearby and shouted as loud as she could muster while a spot of adrenaline began muffling the pain, "Pack! My pack! Inside are pills! Purple pills! They can heal some injuries and help! They can make helpers strong! Find it!" Dian breathed and looked back down at her leg before saying aloud, though it was but a whisper to her ears, "Find it, and help me. Please." |
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| Fixitt | Tue Jun 2, 2015 11:49 am Post #2 |
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Fixitt was either suffering the greatest migraine of his life, or the airship he was on crashed. He opened his eyes and groaned. Airship pirates... he made a mental note to never treat them if they came to his clinic. He slowly stood up, looking at his limbs... both of his legs had survived with no visible damage, he could feel something wrong with his bismuth arm, probably some shrapnel in the gears, his steel arm was thankfully fully operational. His next observation was the fact his two bags were buried... of all the bad luck. His back felt sore as hell, but he was alive and in better condition than the others, he dug out his medical bag, knowing at least the bandages and stitching supplies would be fine, but any of his painkillers would have shattered. He slowly stood up, holding onto his bag as he watched people rush about, helping others. Fixitt knew it was his duty to help, so he immediately set out for the nearest body... it was a man. Fixitt put his arm in front of the arm, hoping to see the man's breath mist up his steel arm... but not luck. Fixitt checked the man over a little while longer before coming to the conclusion that he was dead... probably from the fall. That was when he heard a voice, a young woman's voice. Fixitt rushed over to her, climbing over a bit of debris until he saw the girl. Her calf was a mess and she seemed to be suffering from other various small injuries. Fixitt himself probably didn't look to good, his brown coat had been lost, his white undershirt was shredded, and Fixitt finally noticed several small lacerations in his own chest. Fixitt shook his head, he needed to focus. Fixitt began to talk as he examined the leg, "Partially crushed... bleeding. Needs a stitch job. Unlikely to need a new leg... must act quickly. Here, bite." He quickly took his belt off, handing her the thick piece of leather, "I'll act quickly. I am Dr. Kriegger Metall Fixitt, I am very qualified to help. Once I fix you up, find your bag, help people." Fixitt's hands worked quickly, he pulled out the wood piercing her leg, wrapping it tightly as he swiftly moved her legs. He knew it would be painful, but if she could bare with it, she would be good as new in a few minutes. Fixitt worked tirelessly, like a man possessed, using a scalpel to slice away cloth to get at wounds, stitch here, bandage there, finish off the splint, wrap more. Fixitt finished it off by putting a few small stitches to the cut on her head. Fixitt gave her a small pat on the shoulder, "You're going to be fine... in pain, but fine. If you're up to moving around, find your bag. I'm going to start helping others." With that done Fixitt looked around, finding the largest group of injured folks and began his trip there, calling out, "I am Dr. Fixitt of Striberg, yes, that Fixitt. Give me the patients in need of the most attention. I will need bandages a plenty and if anyone has a good handaxe, I'll take that to. Now give me my second patient! There is a young lady behind me, if she needs help moving around, help her, she has a bag with restorative medicine somewhere nearby, I want someone to help her look for it." Fixitt had been a war time surgeon during the White Queen invasion, but there he had tools and assistants, here he had civilians and panicking peasants. Fixitt was brought to a man that had lost part of an arm, a leg, and an eye. He sighed as he went to work, knowing full well he might need to cut off even more to stop infection... it was a hard life to live, but Fixitt was the most skilled doctor around. Edited by Fixitt, Tue Jun 2, 2015 9:15 pm.
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