tushanshu_logs | and the air was full [April, catchall, OPEN]

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and the air was full [April, catchall, OPEN]

Characters: Raine Sage, OPEN
Date: April, various
Location: Healers' Guild, apartment, sky, other
Situation: a variety! This is definitely your stop for Raine at the Healers' Guild, for sure. Others tba.
Warnings/Rating: None currently; will update as that changes.

A | Healers' Guild | open

Raine, most days of the week, can be found at the Healers' Guild, though rarely at the front desk. Any of the multiple kedan who volunteer or heal here will be happy to point visitors toward Raine's office, however, especially if they have an appointment; even those not strictly looking for Raine will be pointed her way if they express they want to help around the Guild.

Raine can also occasionally be found in the halls, or simply passing through the main entryway, though she will appear somewhat distracted and may take a moment to focus on someone talking to her.

B | errands, out and about -- any sector OR outside Milyn's clinic | open

Basket in one hand, staff in the other, Raine isn't an uncommon sight in markets, or especially in the streets of the Water Sector. She walks quickly, like she's on a mission, but she can't help but turn her steps in Water toward Milyn's clinic.

She doesn't go in, but she stands across the street for a long time, a distantly troubled expression on her face.

C-1 | Hatal, Lorn Level | open

Raine's been spending some more time in Hatal, lately, but this-- this startles her. A group of Kin'nal are experimenting with something she recognizes-- a strange vehicle that looks somewhere between a motorcycle and a butterfly or dragon, and a small pack. "Excuse me," Raine says, hardly able to believe she's saying it. "I-- believe those are mine."

Anyone in the vicinity will shortly thereafter be witness to a peculiar sight, as Raine takes the pack and runs her hands over it. Yes, there are her initials, graven besides the silhouette of a wing. She manipulates it just so, and the entire vehicle vanishes into it, in a curious sliding of matter. Raine lets out a sigh of relief. "Thank you," she tells the Kin'nal, who are more or less happy to let her take it, though she does insist on giving them some recompense.

She doesn't know what her rheaird is doing here, but it's a stroke of luck.

C-2 | skies over Keeliai | open to those with flight capabilities

Raine wastes no time in making sure it works as it should, and anyone in the sky or even looking up at the right time may catch sight of her. It works like a charm, and she handles it with the ease of practice as she skims over the city, mindful of the safe distance. She likes flying, a great deal more than she likes anything to do with swimming, and the rheaird is a small-impact piece of magitechnology, one that doesn't put an undue drain on her environment.

She indulges herself with a loop, when she thinks no one could possibly see.

D | apartment, Earth sector | Solomon

It's one of those days when Raine comes home after Solomon; she announces her return with a quiet "I'm home" from the door, and sets about putting her things away. Her jacket gets hung by the door, since things are warming and she really doesn't need it indoors, her staff leans next to it, and she idly orients on Solomon's mana -- his study, unsurprising -- and heads that way, turning the day over in her head as she does.

"Some days, I wonder about the wisdom of working in the Water sector," she says wryly, half to herself though it's aloud, and she leans in the doorway. Open, so he isn't involved in something he'd mind being interrupted. "How did your day go?"

[ooc: feel free to tag in to any one of these, or, if none suit, shoot me a pm or a pp at

makaricrow and we can work something out! I'd love new CR as well as old.]

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Amberdrake found himself knocking on an office door the locals had pointed him toward. This place was... both what he had expected, so far, and also not. That was a good thing; Drake couldn't handle being in too dense of a hospital environment. Too many sick or wounded in one place... well.

He kept the full-shielding ring handy in its pouch, just in case he needed it. If his Gifts started to overwhelm him, he would have no choice but to slip the ring on, blinding those senses. Sensory deprivation was no fun, but it was less of a problem than finding himself mirroring countless ailments and injuries!

Raine hadn't been expecting anyone, but that didn't mean all that much; plenty of people simply dropped by when they could. It would likely do her good to have a break, in any case. She eyed the schedule she'd been working on a moment longer, then set it aside and went to the door.

She didn't recognize the person there, which meant-- new Foreigner, most likely, since he seemed human enough. She blinked up at him for a moment, then offered a hand in greeting. "I'm Raine Sage; I run the Healers' Guild," she said, the introduction by now long enough practiced she hardly thought about adding the station. "What do you need?"

Not visibly injured put the odds more in favor of asking to volunteer or learn, and this already predisposed Raine to approval.

"Amberdrake k'Leshya," Drake smiled, gesturing to himself. "I am here to register my services for your Guild. For emergencies, mostly, but I know well how dire those can be."

That was putting it lightly. Over a decade as an emergency healer in the war had given him quite a lot of experience in dire medical situations.

Excellent. Raine beamed. "K'Leshya," she repeated thoughtfully, making sure she had the nuances of the pronunciation correct. "Well, we can certainly always use the help. Emergencies only? May I inquire why?" It wasn't the strangest stipulation she'd heard, but knowing his limitations would tell her how best to apply him. "We've had more of them than I'd like in recent months, in any case. What skills do you have?"

Belatedly, she stepped back from the door, gesturing that he should come properly inside.

"k'Leshya is my Clan's name," Drake stepped in after her in one smooth motion. He moved out of the way of closing the door, leaving that up to her, if she chose. "I know many are from worlds where they expect a surname; k'Leshya is as close to one as I have."

Ah, and straight to the one thousand gold question.

"I served as an emergency Healer in a decade-long war. I never assumed a full-time role because of the nature of my Gifts. My Empathic Gift is stronger than my Healing Gift, which is already strong enough to re-attach a limb. The combination of strengths cripples me around too many of the sick or wounded... I take on their symptoms and pains." Which, when it accumulated from enough sources, would make anyone turn into a useless pile of Healer.

He'd let all that sink in before he started in on his skill set.

"Surnames are typical, certainly, but a number of the people here don't use one." Raine nudged the door shut and returned to her desk, though she leaned against it with one hip rather than sitting. There was a chair on that side of the desk open for Amberdrake, if he so chose. "You wouldn't be alone should you choose simply to use 'Amberdrake.'"

But that was rather beside the point, at the moment. She studied him as she explained, the earlier smile fading in favor of cool analysis. Yes; that would rather hamper his ability to function among the wounded. "You're not the only empath here, either," she remarked finally. "Is it volume, or strength that overwhelms you?" She had no small amount of curiosity, and was holding back further questions pending how welcoming to them he seemed.

"Volume," Amberdrake replied easily, although impressed at the direction of the questioning. "It is unavoidable, unfortunately. In order to shield more against it, I would block my own abilities. Mine is a worse case than most from my world; a chink in the armor. I would rather not go into the reasons for that."

He stepped further into the office, too, but didn't sit. Drake just set one hand on the top of the back of the chair.

"There is more I can do than emergencies," he added, "I have a particular skill for healing the non-human. Wings are a specialty, in particular. I was one of the few in all of Urtho's armies who could mend a gryphon's wings well enough to allow for flight again. There are many sentient species on my world alone, and the others I have encountered... I tend to study. The Gift allows me to do that on the living."

Instead of only on corpses, as he'd first learned human anatomy at the Chirurgeon's College of Predain. When he hadn't been bedbound from a mysterious level of illness, at least.

"...I am also a trained chirurgeon," Amberdrake added as an afterthought. "Non-magical medicine was my original training. But even when I do not use magic, I get overwhelmed by my Gifts." That chink in the armor, again.

River had planted the seed of learning some healing skills from the guild for Adrien, but it was the earthquake and the attack on Milyn which had cemented his choice to put that into action. He always thought he did a great job at saving people as Chat Noir, but this past month had taught him that there were things beyond even the power of a Miraculous. If he wanted to help people, really help people, he needed to learn how to heal them. Even if that meant just giving basic first aid until someone else could get to them. He could make a difference.

And so, he went to the Healers Guild, armed with nothing but good intentions and a desire to learn. He had politely asked for Raine's whereabouts, and said his thanks as the Kedan pointed the way to her office. He lingered outside for a moment, before carefully knocking on the door.

The door was opened just a moment or two after he knocked-- Raine had just gotten up, and hadn't quite been expecting someone at the door, and so she blinked bemusedly at him for a moment or two.

Another Foreigner she didn't recognize immediately. Their ranks certainly were swelling again, weren't they? "I don't believe we've met. I'm Raine Sage," she started, offering the hand that didn't have her staff in it. "Are you here regarding working here, or learning?" After all, someone had directed him to her, and he couldn't have gotten this far into the Guild without having some conception of what they did here.

"Would isolating you and a singular patient from the others help at all?" Raine wanted to know, curiosity now winning. Her eyes were bright with it. "How broad a radius do you have? You may have observed that the Guild building is rather large for the number of staff we currently have; there are any number of unused rooms that are somewhat distant from the largest concentration of people."

Perhaps. Well, he had a decade's worth of experience managing this, presumably, but by the same token a war was not a predictable environment. It was possible there might be further strides made to accommodate him.

"You would be helpful with the kedan," she added thoughtfully. "And there are any number of Foreigners as well who aren't human." Herself among them. "You say your Gift allows you to study the living-- shall I take it you mean in a detail that most people wouldn't be able to achieve without harm?" Or autopsy.

Chirurgeon wasn't quite a familiar term, but the context made it relatively clear. "In other words, you're skilled, but necessarily limited in the application of those skills. Would you be willing to teach?"

"It might, depending on the distance," Amberdrake conceded, "I don't know exactly how far away I would need to be. The Chirurgon College of Predain was quite large, but also densely-packed."

He finally stepped around the chair and took a seat, his wing-cut, open robes draping over the arms.

"I will doubtlessly end up with an office of some sort, at some point... away from here. A patient could be sent there, if mobile, once that is the case. My primary profession is as a... therapist, of sorts. It's hard to quantify it. If I think of all the connotations, the only word that comes to mind is what it is; kestra'chern." Which didn't translate.

He inclined his head at the question about the Gift. "Yes, I can examine a person down to the blood vessel and vein without touching a scalpel. I can see the ebb and flow of fluids and energies... the Gift allows me to observe as much as repair. As for teaching..."

Drake considered it, for a moment. He'd always been a teacher among kestra'chern, but not on the Hill among the Healers. It hadn't been a good idea for him to linger there, after all.

"Perhaps?" he spread his hands; the golden lotus tattooed into one palm on display with the motion. "If my skills would be of use, certainly. I cannot teach the Gift to someone who does not already have it. Or do you mean the non-magical abilities?"

Oh, is she busy? Should I...?

[ She didn't have an appointment, and Bisi didn't really know how she should set one, or if she even should, since she just wanted to talk to Raine and didn't need healing.

The Kedan at the front desk assured Bisi that the worst that could happen is that Raine tells her to come back another time, so, nervously, Bisi heads for Raine's office. She tentatively knocks on the open door. ]

Hello?

Adrien offered her a small smile, very polite, very restrained. It's a state of being he's carried for a long time, carefully honed to give people the best possible first impression of himself. Well...no, not just himself. Of his family name and by extension his father. Appearance was everything in the Agreste empire.

"It's good to meet you, Madme. Sage. I'm Adrien Agreste and...yes, actually," he rubs the back of his head, an unconscious awkward gesture. "I was told this was a good place to come to learn about helping people. I'm really interested in that."

Having a host of healers and volunteers between Raine's office and the entryway of the clinic is all well and good. They probably do an excellent job of keeping out the riffraff on a day to day basis, keeping Raine's precious time free for those who really need it. It's a fair bet, though, that none of them have ever had to deal with one of the Dead Men.

Erskine stops to ask for directions once, and only once. The kedan is polite enough, but when it becomes clear that Erskine doesn't have an appointment and isn't a healer himself, it's suggested that he make an appointment. Or try again when Raine is less busy. Or perhaps he would like to speak to one of several well-trained and talented healers besides healer Sage?

Precisely two and a half minutes later there's a knock on Raine's office door. Erskine is standing there, leaning against the doorframe with one foot propped up on the toe of his shoe, ankles crossed, arms crossed over his chest, and a small, almost sly smile on his face.

"So this is you in your natural habitat, then?"

If Raine was hoping for impunity from that loop, she's not going to get it. Pepper has started to patrol Keeliai from the air more often, particularly since the events of last month, and in anticipation of a volunteer police force. At the moment, however, she's invisible.

Recalling how she'd startled Raine once before, Pepper decides to decloak long before she comes level with the strange vehicle with wings.

"Fancy meeting you here," Pepper calls, waving as she approaches from the left. "What is that thing?"

Erskine is, by now, among those Raine can pick out purely by their mana, so she isn't startled when he turns up in her doorway. She is, however, a little surprised.

Surprise turns to a small, wry smile before very long. "I'd hardly call this my natural habitat," she says, archly. "If nothing else, Foreigners are an imported species. 'Naturally,' I suppose I would be living near a forest, or perhaps a set of ruins."

For the most part, though, she's teasing, as she would with a friend. Which Erskine does qualify as. "What brings you here?" she wants to know, standing to come around her desk.

Raine stops the rheaird mid-air when she hears Pepper. The craft hovers tidily, with only a quiet hum and the whirling flicker of its engine to say that it's actually engaging energy to do what it's doing. She lifts one hand from the handlebars, smiling, and waves a greeting in return. "Hello, Pepper," she says warmly. "This is called a rheaird. It's a relatively harmless piece of magitechnology-- they're native to my world."

She's thrilled for a number of reasons, actually. Flying; finding something from her world a little more distinctive than gels. "The function is obvious, I hope," Raine adds, a little dry, teasing in her understated way.

The title earned a briefly quizzical look from Raine -- not one with which she was familiar -- but for the moment she let it slide, looking the young man over. Human, polite, somewhat reserved. Earnest. A good first impression.

"Good," she said after a moment, warm. "Yes, we teach healing here, of all sorts." She stepped aside from the door in mute invitation, tilting her head a little to invite Adrien in. "Do you have any experience? And does your world have the concept of magic?" It always seemed to be hit or miss, even with those people specifically from an Earth; Raine had given up guessing, and now simply asked straightforwardly.

[Fortunately, she isn't busy at the moment! There's for a change nothing on her desk, and Raine is peering at her interlaced fingers, where light shines warm and radiant. At the knock Raine glances up, lets the light fade away for now.]

Come in.

[Another Foreigner; another she hasn't met. That's growing more common again. This one seems young, and-- hm. Perhaps an old injury? Raine considers it a moment, but doesn't ask.]

Can I help you?

"It may be worth experimenting with," Raine said with a nod. Dense was not a word she'd use to describe the Guild's population.

Kestra'chern indeed didn't translate, but she could follow the parallel he drew. "Psychological healing, in essence," she concluded. "That, too, may be useful-- something about Keeliai seems to attract people who have been through a lot. If you intend to offer your services in that manner, you could likely do some good."

As he explained the rest she listened carefully, distracted only by the display of the golden lotus; her eyes tracked his hands, obviously still curious, before returning to his face. She could only ask so many questions at once, so that one would have to wait. "What is the Gift, exactly?" she asked then, electing to start at the source. "Your non-magical skills, of course, would be useful to pass on. As for anything more magical-- it varies. My own abilities are a function of my race; in short, my bloodline allows me to feel the mana, the life-force of the world, and manipulate it as necessary. However, some of the kedan I've met here have been able to learn the artes I use in that manner, despite lacking the same bloodline. Therefore, it's possible you may find someone with, if not your Gift, then a close enough corollary that some techniques may be passed down."

A pause, considering briefly, and one more thought tacked on the end, not quite a non sequitur, only a brief detour backward. "Ah-- could you render accurate diagrams from those examinations? Those might provide useful teaching tools."

Amberdrake nodded his agreement to the first bits, and noted how she watched his hands. On his right, was the tattoo. It took up his entire palm. On the left hand, he wore a silver ring with the faint impression of lotuses all around it -- an aged, weathered bit of jewelry, that was. Something not often taken off.

He folded his hands back into his lap, for lack of better things to do with them. "The Gift... I was born with it, and it bloomed early. I had to be trained in how to use it, of course, and my chirurgeon background helped immensely. It is no aimless thing; I perform intricate surgeries without opening the patient's skin. Including splints made of energy for bones, and encouraging the natural healing to increase a hundred fold for a brief time. At least, once everything is in its proper place, down to the blood vessel. It drains both myself and my patient, though I supply most of the power. I can burn out infection, and have been successful at removing tar build-up from lungs. I see inside the body with a kind of second Sight."

And he nodded, again. "I have used it to make medical diagrams, before. Sometimes for simple practice, and sometimes to pass along to others. I can still draw a kyree's central nervous system from memory. --Ah, giant telepathic wolves, from my world."

Edited 2016-04-07 08:59 (UTC)

Uh, I hope so.

[ She maneuvers her wheelchair into the office and closes the door awkwardly. She moves closer to the desk and gives Raine a sitting bow. ]

My name is Bisi, I arrived a few weeks ago. I've been staying and working at the Midnight Hotel.

A few people have spoken well of you, and I wanted to meet you. I did have some more specific questions in mind as well, about the Dreaming and this woman, Eva, if you could?

"Well, I've actually remembered I need to eat today," he begins, pausing to give her a slightly smug face--one of those ones jokingly begging for a pat on the back. "All on my own and without prompting, I might add. And then I thought, doesn't such a singular occasion deserve to be marked somehow?"

He's joking, of course. He doesn't have to be reminded to eat all the time. Often, yes, but not always.

"So, to spare you the rambling that I can feel coming on and make a very long story short, I thought I might show up unannounced and see if I can steal you for lunch out in the city somewhere." The smile he gives her this time is sunny, and quite pleased.

Raine would be more amused if it wasn't such a genuine risk, and as such she levels him with a moderately stern look for a moment. It's tempered by the fact her mouth keeps tugging up at the corners, apparently involuntarily. Absent the weight of many of their past interactions, she finds Erskine brings a sort of lightness to the room.

She stops in front of him, and finally gives in to smiling at him. "All right," she agrees easily. It's partially because she does need a break -- and there are any number of people who like to remind her that she needs to take them -- and partially because Erskine remembering to eat is a behavior that should be encouraged and rewarded. "I can take a break for lunch. Some place closer would be better." She's already retrieving her staff. "I'm curious about the rest of that long story, however. Surely noticing your hunger can't have taken that long?"

Interesting, that the ring more or less matched the tattoo-- still not quite the matter at hand, but something Raine would have to return to before long. Obviously there was some significance.

The clearer picture of his abilities was a helpful one, and Raine nodded along as he went, making mental notes. So he had more finesse than she did -- not necessarily surprising, since her artes had initially been meant for use on the battlefield -- and had perhaps a better hand for long-term care, though he would not be quite so resilient as some of the other healers.

She took the mention of giant telepathic wolves in stride. Those were hardly new.

"That alone might be exceptionally helpful," she said finally. "Between the kedan's shapeshifting, and, as I mentioned, the number of non-human Foreigners-- if you're willing to do that, it would be appreciated. I doubt all of the Foreigners with unique physiologies would permit the study, regrettably, but that's a different problem." Raine shook her head. "Apart from that, whatever you can pass down wouldn't go amiss. Part of my goal here is to ensure that valuable knowledge isn't lost when we're inevitably called back to our homes, especially given that the Guild was defunct before it was ceded to me. There was somewhat of a dearth in the practice of healing here for some time."

That was something she truly, earnestly believed: that it was their responsibility to ensure as much of the future as they could.

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