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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 20, 2007 17:44:15 GMT
*Regen nods slightly. *Really? Tha's a firs'. *He notices the badger lord looking at something out of his line of sight. The squirrel tries to turn his head in that direction, then returns to staring up at the sky with a wince.* *Whatcha see?
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Post by Engel on Apr 20, 2007 19:58:41 GMT
*With an entirely instinctive hiss, Balder manages to grab at Ashnel's tunic before he goes snout-first into the sand, almost losing his own footing to the inert weight before managing to lower him onto his back. . . . that was quick, he thinks to himself, a little bewildered still as he begins to look over the squirrel. A quick glance reveals the most obvious of the wounds, the egg-sized bump on his head and the cut on his footpaw, and though the latter has stopped bleeding and been washed clean by the seawater it still looks worryingly deep. He presses at Ashnel's head lightly around the wound, relieved as he feels nothing moving like it shouldn't be, before sitting back on his haunches and calling over to the badger.* Beg pardon for intruding, Lord, I'm a healer -- I thought you might need some help. May I bring this one inside?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 21, 2007 6:26:26 GMT
Wait there, *Jupiter instructs Regen. Not that the poor squirrel has much of a choice, he reminds himself, before approaching the fox at a slow jog.* A healer? *The badger considers whether to trust the fox, but, he tells himself, there are lives on the line which could be lost without another healer, so Jupiter sees little choice apart from agreeing.* Of course. The healers from the mountain should be coming - *To the badger lord's surprise and relief, a shout comes up from a little way down the shore, and a disappointing number of four hare-healers race up from Salamandastron, bearing stretchers. They stop uncertainly at the sight of a fox, and comment in their odd accents:* I say, there's h'a jolly ole fox, talking ta mi'lord Starsett. Hoi, Lord Jupiter, is 'e h'on h'our bally side, or d'cha want him as a lubberly pincushion, sah?
OOC: I can't type the hare accent. I can do the voice when I had to read to Robin's little brother when we were all on holiday together. Can do 'edgehog and moler too. And Doogy's voice. *Brag!!!*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 21, 2007 13:29:20 GMT
*Regen scowls slightly as Jupiter hurries off, muttering grouchily, *I did ask a question, y'know. *He goes back to staring at the sky, contemplating it's shade of blue in a distracted manner.* I always did like th' ocean's sky...
*He turns his head slightly as the healers come from the mountain, reminding himself to stay focused.* ...wake up, Reg'. Yer gonna go insane, an' Naire'll lecture ye f' th' rest o' your life...
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Post by Engel on Apr 21, 2007 15:00:10 GMT
*The fox's ears tip back in a clearly put-out manner at the remark, and while his hackles don't go straight up the ones visible above the collar of the cloak prickle as he looks at the hares. You see? You see what I told you about pincushions? The first injured soldier goes septic and dies and they'll be all over you as a bloody poisoner.* I'm willing to go on my way if your troops are too . . . uncomfortable, *He states lowly and a little acerbically, ears coming back up as he glances at the badger lord.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 21, 2007 16:38:48 GMT
*Jupiter shakes his head at the leading hares.* No thanks. But - *He nods at Regen and Ashnel.* - I think they may be needing assistance now. *As the hares salute and hurry over to the two fallen squirrels and others, Jupiter leans towards the fox to ask.* You're not a Terraluxian, I'm thinking... and forgive me for asking, but what exactly brings you here to a battlefield of all places?
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 21, 2007 16:43:01 GMT
*Regen grins up at the hares and mutters, *Easy on the arm, there. Why is it I always seem t' be rescued by a badger? Stormsight, Jupiter, Christo, jeez. I really need to start gettin' killed in different places. *The look on the squirrel's face suggests that he's losing it.*
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Post by Engel on Apr 21, 2007 17:20:55 GMT
*Balder stands back, letting the hares load Ashnel onto the stretcher as he replies to the badger.* I was passing along the edge of the marsh on my way northward and I smelled the battle -- breeze coming off the ocean and all, and . . *He trails off, a strange look coming over his face before he smirks a little haplessly.* I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said 'pangs of conscience,' but I'm afraid I can't explain it much better than that.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 22, 2007 8:41:37 GMT
OOC: Advancing quest to inside the mountain in the infirmary bay where Baraka and Stoakly are.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 22, 2007 11:48:40 GMT
OOC: Here, I'll start......
BIC:
*Regen wakes up again lying on a bed in the Salamandastron infirmary. From what he can see, it looks similar to every other room in Salamandastron -can't give these mountain caverns some originality, can we?- but with several beds.* *These are occupied, but the squirrel can't see by whom. (whom, right?)* *Regen raises his head slightly and glances around. *H'llo?
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Post by Engel on Apr 22, 2007 14:51:56 GMT
*Balder, having been assigned to this section of the infirmary, looks up from where he's sitting in a chair across the room, winding bandages. Oh, the gold-brown squirrel. One of the two with concussions.*
*The grayish-black fox stands, continuing to wind the roll of bandages as he walks up to the bed.* I wouldn't move your head around too much, if I were you, *He cautions, coming to the side of his bed. The hares have lent him an infirmary apron, which he has accepted graciously despite it being a little too small. There's a bit of blood smeared on it, but it's otherwise clean, and there are a few clean tools poking out of its pockets.* That bump on your head's a nasty one.
OOC - His pockets just have something like a forceps, along with a few probles and a small scalpel-type blade. Nothing too threatening -- basic getting-arrowheads-out-of-people stuff.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 22, 2007 19:54:54 GMT
*Regen glances in Balder's direction and obediently lays his head back. *Yea.....I think somebeast hit me from b'hind. *He examines the fox as best as he can, then nods slightly. *Don't think I've seen y' before.....I'm Regen Eale. You are?... *He looks like he might stick a paw out, but the broken arm is immobile, and the other one is trapped under his blanket.*
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Post by Engel on Apr 22, 2007 20:15:46 GMT
Balder, *He replies, finishing with the roll of bandage and tying the loose end around it to secure it. He tucks it in his pocket, as he continues speaking fishing for the blunter probe he'd secured.* I'm a temporary volunteer. Now- *He produces the probe and holds it in front of Regen's face, instructing him before beginning to move it in several successive directions slowly* I want you to follow this with just your eyes.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 23, 2007 14:17:59 GMT
*Regen frowns slightly, but does as he's told. His eyes move noticeably slower than the probe, and he looks like he's having some trouble concentrating.* *Wha's all this about?
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Post by Engel on Apr 23, 2007 14:39:00 GMT
Checking that you haven't broken your head too badly. *He finishes and nods, tucking the tool away.* You can still move your eyes around, even if they're a little slow - which doesn't surprise me, all things considered. Good fates willing, there's nothing more unpleasant ahead of you than a week or two of headaches and feeling confused. *He gives a flicker of a smirk, a brief, thoughtful expression, reaching for his securely splinted arm and taking his paw. He pokes at the end of each digit carefully with a claw, though not enough to pierce or hurt.* You can feel this on all five?
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