[OPEN] Earthquake Event - Clinic
Characters: OPEN
Location: Death City - Clinic
Rating: Varied
Time: January 22 onward
Description: Any disaster naturally will have its set of injured. OOC post here.
The barn that was the clinic had thankfully been spared any major damage, and apart from its furniture and supplies in disarray, it seemed to function without much difficulty. There was the pervading stench of chemical in the air due to broken bottles of medicine, but the open windows would soon deal with that. More importantly, the clinic was ready for its slew of patients, and bustled with its business more than ever.
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[Character(s)] [Date/Time] [Close/Open]
Location: Death City - Clinic
Rating: Varied
Time: January 22 onward
Description: Any disaster naturally will have its set of injured. OOC post here.
The barn that was the clinic had thankfully been spared any major damage, and apart from its furniture and supplies in disarray, it seemed to function without much difficulty. There was the pervading stench of chemical in the air due to broken bottles of medicine, but the open windows would soon deal with that. More importantly, the clinic was ready for its slew of patients, and bustled with its business more than ever.
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[Character(s)] [Date/Time] [Close/Open]
[Ling and Kanji] [January 22] [Closed]
The reason that Ling was here was that he'd found an ache in his heart. The common people of Death City had been caught unawares by nature that they were powerless to defend against. He realized, moving among them during the rescue efforts, how much sympathy he had for them in their worry and troubles. Before, while living as a prince in Xing, he hadn't been allowed to leave the palace for safety reasons, and he'd never been able to observe the lifestyle of commoners and everyday citizens. He could see that these people were good. He'd witnessed loving families, worried neighbors, and people showing kindness to strangers. When night fell, however, a doctor decided that Ling needed a break whether he wanted one or not. Thus without ceremony, the (secret) prince was ordered to go outside and have a meal and rest.
That was why right now, Ling was sitting on the roof of the clinic, with a brown paper bag of bottles of iced tea, water, steamed buns, and sandwiches. He wrapped his cloak closer around himself and munched slowly, staring up at the icy points of the stars above in the night sky.
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So there he was, walking back from checking on things at home: He'd lost some glassware and a lot of knick-knacks were knocked over, but they could easily be replaced. Iza, the little gray kitten left to his care, was sleeping in his bed as if nothing happened when he'd visited. Kanji looked once more to his communicator in his travels, the text replies from friends something of a comfort: They were shaken up, but alive... and that was all he could ask for. Now, if Yosuke-senpai would just return from his mission, everything would be okay... a bit broken in ways, but generally okay.
The teen stopped and looked at the clinic building. They would probably let him back in now, but it had grown late. The person he held dear was probably reading, or getting a well-deserved rest. He shouldn't bother her.
Still, he was restless. Before he knew it, he'd found a ladder leading up to the roof and took it. He usually did this at home, taking to the rooftops just to lie back and ponder, and it was perhaps that small ounce of homesickness that led him to take up what felt like such an age old habit now.
Up top, he noticed there was another individual having a seat, a familiar face: Ling was taking a breather himself.
"...Didn't know there was somebody else up here." Well, he could always see if the roof of Creeping Crypt was in okay shape.
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Then the stranger stepped into the glow of a streetlight, and Ling could see a wide, high brow with a scar, and whitish-blonde hair. Oh, it was just a Death City person. That's right, relax, he told himself. So far there haven't been any other Xingese. And Kanji Tatsumi didn't quite seem the assassin type.
"Ah, Kanji is it? It's fine," Ling said, showing Kanji the best smile he could produce at the moment. His voice was a bit dry, and he lifted his arm slowly in greeting to wave Kanji over despite the protest from his stiffening muscles. "If it's you? You're welcome to sit here and brood also. Free space."
Ling looked down at the wrappings on his wrists, rotated his fist in a circle. Humm. He was going to have to visit a shop to buy liniment, tomorrow.
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"Tch, I don't brood. What're you doin' skulkin' around up here?" He pushed himself up off the top of the ladder and onto the roof in two steps, seeking out a spot and having a seat. May as well hang out for a little while, shoot the shit... it was an excellent view, both up to the sky and down to the streets below. He wouldn't miss a thing.
Damn, did he miss this.
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Ling rifled through his bag, taking out a bottle of water and a bottle of iced tea. "Which doesn't make sense," he mused, looking at the view and not at the other boy. "The people who are in there hurting don't get to have a break. I don't understand how they expect me to?"
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His hands busied themselves for a moment to adjust the coat he draped over his shoulders. "You can't help 'em out if you're all messed up n' tired, yeah?"
His arms draped over his knees as he looked ahead. "You got wounded in there who wanna see friendly faces, somethin' that'll tell 'em everything's okay."
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Ling was in the middle of happily fantasizing about Ran Fan putting that doctor in his place with pinpoint accuracy when he suddenly blinked. What a terrible host he was being! "You hungry?" he asked Kanji as he chewed, holding the bag of food out to Kanji. "Thirsty?"
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"Huh...?" The teen looked back with Ling's offer, eyes turning briefly to the bag. He didn't intend to clear the contents in a sitting, did he? Kanji's first instinct was to say no, but an uncomfortable squirm in his stomach reminded him that it had been a few hours since he'd even thought about stopping to eat. It wouldn't do to be stubborn when hunger pains, well, hurt.
"...Thanks." He'll just take a bottled tea and a steamed bun with a rather awkward nod.
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"You look troubled," Ling observed sagely, or at least as sagely as he could with a mouth full of cabbage and pork. Naturally he should be troubled, considering the events of the day. "What's happened to who? I saw you around here today, I thought."
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"...Yeah. Got friends here, wanted to check on 'em. They kicked me out earlier 'cuz I got in the way or whatever," he grumbled. His eyes remained averted, turned to the food in his hand now. This was pretty good, where'd he get these? It's been a while since he had a good meat bun.
"I wasn't causin' a fuss or nothin'. Jus' got concerned, 's all!"
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He left a long pause to signify his respect for the situation (Xingese manners died hard), chin down to his chest as he contemplated how he might feel were he in the situation. "How did they get hurt?"
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"Lot of us took a beating out in Europe last weekend. We won, but I dunno anybody who came away from that without some kinda scuff to show for it," he answered. Come to think of it, he didn't recall seeing Ling anywhere. He wondered if he was perhaps in Vienna or Prague at the time.
"First mission, and I took down plenty'a those kishin egg bastards. Y'stay here, or didja head out?"
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He shook his head and rested his chin in his hand, glaring out into the night. He flicked a small pebble beside him on the edge of the roof, watching its arc and subsequent descent into the darkness between buildings. For such a tiny rock, Ling reasoned, it might as well be falling into an abyss. "Tch. There is something so wrong about this place."
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"'s a messed-up choice to force people to make, but I wouldn't say it's the place that's to blame, though... it's this BREW. That's the thing that's cherrypickin' us." He rubbed the back of his head. Shibusen needed fighters, and that's what BREW set out to do. ...Yet, it still didn't explain a lot of the Guest citizens here who chose not to fight.
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"Such tactics show chicken-heartedness. If it were truly a good cause, they would be able to find warriors from many worlds simply by making them aware of the situation. A thing like BREW is not the creation of a faithful leader," he concluded, with a sulk. He took a big bite of his sandwich, chewing angrily. "And people using it on others-- be they death gods or no-- sickens me."
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"The way I see it, it feels desperate. I dunno why else anybody would turn to somethin' as unreliable as BREW. It also seems to 'think' on its own," he finally said. Then, after a drink, he furrowed his brow.
"You shoulda seen Europe, Ling. They got Shibusen buildings in every major city, but that Madness shit, the kishin eggs... the Witches aren't screwin' around."
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He looked down to the alley far below them. "I guess it's just as it was at home. In safe places, people talk easily of how the lives of military forces or the common people should be deployed, like pawns on a chess board. People who have never smelled a battlefield think they can decide, without having been there."
Ling swallowed, judging himself. Lost in his own memories of battlefields past, he was silent for many long moments before speaking again.
"What is all of it like, in... did you say, 'You-rup?' How desperate is it exactly?"
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He continued to look ahead, eyes unfocused. "...When I stepped outta the mirror and walked outside, it was like somethin' pressin' on me. The Madness, it was so damn thick, it was almost like breathin' water. It all ready hit a bunch'a people... one minute you're in a fight side by side, and then your buddy just turns on you."
"Emitters... the Witches put down these weird machines that amplified that crazy feeling in everybody, just because they could. It all ready did so much damage when we all got there. Florence looked like hell... n' felt like it, too. Kishin eggs were everywhere, rollin' in Madness, so they fought harder, moved quicker than usual, if what I was told was right." Kanji shook his head.
"Shit... it was a hell of a first Mission. I didn't even see it was a three-star, just that they needed every single able body. I dunno how Shibusen figured out the emitters were there, but with how quick they put it all up on the board n' how quick everything went to shit, I think we found out at about the last damn minute. Any later, and it would'a gone way worse." He turned then, looking back at Ling, his countenance showing nothing.
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Ling truly did detest this place, and this situation. This city was ugly to his eyes, the culture wasn't one he liked or could read much about, the government was shady and it was near impossible to find out more about them. He was used to being able to control things by pulling strings and espionage behind the scenes, but this-- huge shit just kept happening that he felt powerless to do anything about. It felt like trying to swim in the ocean, and wave after wave was breaking over his head so that he couldn't get above it all.
He shook his head to wipe his feelings away for now, to pay attention to Kanji. "So the operation went bad. Is that how your companion was hurt?"
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There were plenty of things to hate about Death City, about the war... but Kanji knew complaining about it wouldn't change things. Actions, however, did. He knew Ling was no fool, and felt no need to remind him of this thought.
"Didn't say it went bad. For comin' in a little late, everybody did a damn good job. ...My friend won't tell me what happened n' I don't think I should ask." He paused to drink and idly shook the container.
"I just want 'em to get better. Doin' everything I can in the meantime."
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"Well. When you're trying to heal, what helps the most is knowing you have support, someone out there who's thinking of you. Wishing the best for you." That was what had kept him going during the suffering he'd experienced after he had absorbed Greed. "I'm sure that your friends are thankful to have you behind them. Out of curiosity... what're you doing, specifically, in said meantime?"
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With his question, however, he shrugged. Gray eyes turned away as he felt his face burn a little. "I uh, brought back a few books to read, occupy the time while stuck in the hospital bed, y'know? Then I'll bring by lunch or just swing by to draw some stuff, just talk a bit..."
He reached up to scratch his head.
"...Then the nurse either kicks me out or she feels kinda tired, so I get outta her hair and head home. Dunno if there's anything else I can do... is there?"
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"Draw some stuff?" Ling asked, tilting his head to the side. "Humm... never really met people who liked to draw. Other than court painters, of course. Or the men who sell paintings on the streets in large cities."
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"Got one or two things hung up on the walls back in Creeping Crypt. The blank white walls were pissin' me off."
He looked away then, tapping the bottle against a leg. For a minute he was quiet, contemplative. Then, he sighed. His sitting up here was starting to make him feel a little awkward.
"They're probably not gonna let me back in... not when it's gettin' late as it is. I should probably head home."
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"I wanna see your drawings on your walls? That sounds so interesting." He stretched his arms as he did so, to make the indirect request even less vulnerable, in case the answer was a "no." He couldn't tell which way it could break. It wasn't like Ling had any sort of experience with these kinds of precarious things. The making of friends, the navigation of how to ask for things instead of demand them-- he'd never had to do any of those. Company was twenty-four hours a day, round the clock, always had been. Ling didn't even go to the bathroom in Xing without someone guarding the door. Being stripped of that constant presence felt unnatural, felt frightening. He knew he was grabbing for straws out of loneliness, but who knew. If he kept searching about, perhaps he'd eventually find a person who didn't mind doing the same.
Ling tilted his head to the side, trying his very best to keep the chatter going, and praying for it to work. "I hate my walls in Creeping Crypt, they're ugly and plain white like a coffin. And it smells like paint in there. Gives me the creeps."
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I was getting to that, silly. :3
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