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tushanshu_logs2016-04-04 11:21 pm
ruinsprofessor) wrote in tushanshu_logs2016-04-04 11:21 pm
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?"
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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?"
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"Of course I tested it first." She didn't quite sound offended, but it was near. Yunxu's saving grace there was that he didn't know her well. "An anonymous donor giving not money, but healing supplies-- there's little reason to keep one's name out of it, unless afraid of repercussions, and healing usually doesn't carry those. At worst, the entire supply might have been poisoned. I wasn't about to take it on faith." Raine had done enough tests to be satisfied. "It's perfectly safe."
She set the jar on his desk with a faint click, not taking her eyes off him. "However," she added, "I will admit to some reticence anyway." Her natural suspicions, and also an aversion to listening to nameless instructions with no good reason given. "Therefore, I suggest that I simply speed your healing with my artes, and bypass the need for this gift altogether. However, I'd still like to see the wounds first."
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Besides, there could very well be something less-than-savoury in whatever was used to create the medicine.
"Of course." Yunxu unbuttoned and pulled off the silken shirt he was wearing, and draped it neatly over the back of a chair. The angry red wound looked like someone had slashed him across the chest with a dagger or a sword, which was, in fact, exactly what happened. The wound bit deeper on the left side of his body, reaching almost to his side, and while it looked like it had been tended to -- the Snakes' healers weren't incompetent -- it also looked like it had been just beyond the abilities of whoever looked at it, and it wasn't healing well.
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Her expression tightened when he did, almost imperceptibly, and she came toward him for a closer look, pausing only to lean her staff carefully against his desk. "I don't like how that's healing," she told him frankly, reaching out. She hesitated halfway, recalling that this was not her average patient. "May I? I mean to ascertain how much effort it will take-- I'll need to use a more powerful arte if you have the beginnings of an infection, for instance."
Even from here, though, it was easy to tell it had been a sword wound. Raine had certainly seen enough of those. Odd. A sword was not what she would think of as an assassin's weapon. "You were fortunate," she added soberly.
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He knew why. He could be dead. He'd put himself at the mercy of the Foreigners and very nearly paid for it with his life. Now, he was doing it again, and would have no one but himself to blame if anything went wrong.
He shifted, leaned against the back of the chair to take some stress off his injury, then nodded. "Go ahead."
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"Fortunate," Raine said, absently, "because it could have been much worse. I'm familiar with the sorts of wounds a determined swordsman inflicts at close range. Tell me if this is unusually tender." She was pressing very gently along the edges of the deeper part, watching how the redness reacted to touch. So far it seemed normal: no unusual fluids, no significant inflammation. Simply not as mended as she would like.
Out of habit, unthinking, Raine reached to touch the back of her wrist to his forehead, the most basic of her checks for fever in the absence of a thermometer. 'Patient' had won out over 'Tu Yunxu.' "This wound crosses your entire torso, and it's straight, no catches, no second cut. It couldn't have happened that way if you had a chance to affect or deflect the blow. I'm assuming you were off your guard, in which case, whoever did this had the opportunity to do much more damage."
It was a clinical assessment, remote and without any real emotion in her voice, but she was nevertheless frowning.