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maskormenace2017-02-13 07:43 pm
nightmarist) wrote in maskormenace2017-02-13 07:43 pm
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backdated to swearing-in.
heal plz
if youre at swear in
by the fuckt busted tree youll see it
make it in 5 min otherwise rez plz
(( OOC: The boys got in a fight. First healer to respond to this post wins the prize but feel free to point and laugh. Also, no need to tag the log. We can thread it here. ))
if youre at swear in
by the fuckt busted tree youll see it
make it in 5 min otherwise rez plz
(( OOC: The boys got in a fight. First healer to respond to this post wins the prize but feel free to point and laugh. Also, no need to tag the log. We can thread it here. ))
not here
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[When Sabriel arrives, she'll find a trio of boys seated on the ground by the scarred tree Ronan described. The injured pair are practically identical. The one with the shaved head has a knife still stabbed through his forearm. The one with the long hair has an arm that isn't sitting properly in its socket anymore. The third is Noah, and he is furiously (!!!) worrying.
Ronan's definitely the worst off, all clammy and pale and looking like he's a couple minutes from passing out. There's not too much blood on the outside of him, but the skin around the knife has taken on a sick bluish hue and the blade's the only thing keeping most of the blood in his body.
He doesn't look nearly as concerned as he should be, though that may be because he's in shock. His gaze drifts slowly over to Sabriel.]
Oh, good. Pizza's here.
[He's not delirious. Just joking very dryly.]
just gonna slap him in, since he's here, but feel free to skip/ignore him
What?
[ but he's squinting at sabriel anyway, not bothered by the fact she doesn't have a pizza with her, and honestly, probably would be if she did. ronan had said 'healer' and that sounds a lot like 'weird grounder shaman people who pray over wounds and wave smelly stuff and expect that to fix it as opposed to actual doctors'.
here's hoping sabriel has something better than that, because he'll slap ronan if that's who he just called here for a freaking knife wound. ]
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This is nothing she can't handle, but the knife wound and blood loss will take a stronger spell than what she normally uses. Particularly since she's not sure how her magic will interact with the magic she can already sense within him. She flexes her hands, reaching into the Charter for marks that appear and start to twine around her fingers, shimmering like reflected sunlight.]
The knife wound first. [She's tense but not panicking as she lets all the Charter marks around her right hand move to her left, leaving it free as more and more marks appear around her left.] I'll have to pull the knife out first, then put the healing spell on immediately after. It will close the wound, help with the pain and blood loss, and help prevent infection. Then I'll deal with the rest of your injuries.
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He raises his injured arm and wraps his left hand around the handle of the knife. There's no need for her to trouble herself with it. Better to get the magic started as soon as possible.]
Just tell me when.
[This is going to hurt like a motherfucker.]
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just in case, you know, ronan explodes or something. from whatever the hell that is. nothing personal, buddy, but living is more important.
also, he just bought these clothes. ]
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The rest of the marks start to shift, connecting to each other and the brighter mark and forming a long, spiraling chain. Sabriel moves her left hand close to Ronan's arm, her expression focused and intent as the spell follows.]
Now!
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Ronan wrenches the knife out of his arm as cleanly as he can manage. It's the first time he's ever had to pull a blade out of his body, which is probably why he'd been able to convince himself it would be so easy. But it's not easy, and even the split second it takes drags on for too long. Blood comes spurting from the wound as soon as the blade isn't holding it in anymore, and Ronan doesn't even realize he's screaming. The pain overwhelms all other senses.]
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that's a lot of blood. crap. ]
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Of course, it doesn't get any of the blood back into his body, but as Sabriel uses her hands to smear blood out of the way to look at the wound- or rather, the ugly looking scar where the knife had been, Charter marks still moving over the surface of the skin before sinking deeper in. When she speaks, her voice still has a certain intensity, but it's softened.]
Don't be too active with that arm for the next week or so or you'll disrupt the spell and the wound will reopen, even if it feels like it's better. The scar should fade by the time the spell's done. Let me know if something goes wrong, or get to a hospital. [Sabriel straightens up, apparently not bothered by having her hands covered in someone else's blood. She regards the two of them, looking at the other's arm.]
Is that dislocated? Let me set it.
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...Yeah. Okay.
[Confirming that he heard her, because there's not a whole lot of recognition on his face. He swallows and sits back, dropping his mess of an arm onto his lap. His attention turns to Murphy, now. Time for his own handiwork to get undone.]
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Yeah. Popped out of the socket.
[ he knows the bone isn't broken, but it definitely isn't sitting right. just looking at it can tell that. murphy twists some, offering the shoulder to her. ]
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I'll have to set it by hand.
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[ he knows how fixing dislocated joints goes. murphy was pretty sure they were headed this way for fixing it regardless, but hey, he'd been hoping magic had a fancy means to it. turns out, no, this is just going to suck. letting out a sigh, he waves his good hand to indicate her to go ahead. ]
Go for it. Have a ball.
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Next time, don't fight at a swear-in. What possessed you to think attacking each other was a good idea?
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Personal business. [ murphy drawls, with a look that says he's not interested in divulging the specifics of it. ] When we're looking for a relationship counselor, I'll let you know.
[ and now he's looking around the vicinity for the knife ronan had just pulled out of his arm, because hey, that's his knife and he wants it, thank you very much. shit wasn't free, okay? ]
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What he said.
cw c-word
> there can be only one
did u cunts at least slap on some baby oil
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[the what?]
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to kill me
i was just wondering
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corrections:
U showed up
i had a knife on me
u were annoying
i stabbed u in the arm and not the face
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[As always, though, Ronan has trouble believing there isn't some part of this that's Kavinsky's doing.]
cw c-word
btween the 2 of us im pretty sure u the emotional cunt wit violent implse control problems
goin down the ptsd symptom chekclist every day of ur life
how deep he go
[look. he's curious.]
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for the fuckin lulz or w/e
it went through my arm
cw drug joke
prob wouldve told him to drop some ghb in ur drink
u know me
[
pointy end came out teh other side?
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yes
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why r u still trying 2 get on him
[genuine confusion. i mean he knows a few masochists, himself probably included, but none of ronan's old friends seemed to stab knife blades through is extremities. so.]
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[says the most reliable source of information on the planet.]
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cw homophobic language
the question is
motherfucker stabs u why u still hangin around wit him
[when kavinsky is the one asking the sane questions]
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he knows better now
1/3
but he stabbed u
is that what u lik enow
do u want me 2 stab u
2/3
3/3
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[ murphy texts with one hand, right next to this nerd, texting with one hand.
but seriously, don't die, or he'll feel really bad about it. ]
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