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Entry tags:
- angela leon,
- apollo,
- chane laforet,
- count d,
- dante sparda,
- genesis rhapsodos,
- gilbert weillschmidt (prussia),
- hades (olimpos),
- jade harley,
- john watson,
- katakura koujurou,
- katsura kotarou,
- leon orcot,
- lili rochefort,
- luke fon fabre,
- mihael 'mello' keehl,
- miles edgeworth,
- nate "near" river,
- phoenix wright,
- selendis,
- tokugawa ieyasu,
- vash zwingli (switzerland),
- vergil sparda
[Hospital Log] OPEN
Characters: Open to all
Location: Clinic
Rating: Gen...?
Time: November 17 onwards
Description: Death City has survived to see another day, although not all of its residents came out of it unscathed. List of relevant links to the event here.
The patients had been moved carefully back to the clinic that morning, after the scouts had come back to report that all the kishin eggs had left the perimeter of Death City. Shibusen's hallways and classrooms were not adequate as facilities for medical activity, after all.
There had been a slight shortage of space in the beginning, but with a good amount of the patients being discharged before the day was over, the clinic was coming to some semblance of a peaceful place once again. The thin 'walls' and curtains between the rooms were all that kept the patients separated from each other, but so far, no fights had broken out. Thank Shinigami for that, eh?
[ooc: Just indicate the general date and time on your thread headers. Any day/time is fine, as long as it's from November 17 onwards.]
Location: Clinic
Rating: Gen...?
Time: November 17 onwards
Description: Death City has survived to see another day, although not all of its residents came out of it unscathed. List of relevant links to the event here.
The patients had been moved carefully back to the clinic that morning, after the scouts had come back to report that all the kishin eggs had left the perimeter of Death City. Shibusen's hallways and classrooms were not adequate as facilities for medical activity, after all.
There had been a slight shortage of space in the beginning, but with a good amount of the patients being discharged before the day was over, the clinic was coming to some semblance of a peaceful place once again. The thin 'walls' and curtains between the rooms were all that kept the patients separated from each other, but so far, no fights had broken out. Thank Shinigami for that, eh?
[ooc: Just indicate the general date and time on your thread headers. Any day/time is fine, as long as it's from November 17 onwards.]
[open] [November 17 - 22]
Will you approach the bratty white-haired detective?]
((ooc: Please specify the date in your header, when you reply! If you don't specify, I'll just consider it happens on the 17th. :B Whatever day / time of the day is fine by me!))
November 17th
Near! How lovely of you to come out from under your bridge and join the rest of us. What are you in here for?
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[Just barely 18 November]
Mello's still not sleeping well, and the wee hours of the morning is a better time than most to pop in and check on his Weapon. Less chance of him being awake and wanting to converse, and shit like that. He'll know who left the bar of very, very good dark chocolate on the table by his bed.
But after Mello leaves it there, he lingers for a little while. He doesn't notice that his communicator makes a noise; he tunes that out by now, and he's preoccupied by checking the IV, taking a look at the chart hanging at the foot of the bed. It's not that he doesn't trust the Death City doctors... all right, it is. This world is so fucked in the head, who knows what counts as medicine? And Mello might not like Near, but he's accepted by now that he needs a partner, and that Near's the best one for him.
The twit did save his life, after all.]
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November 18 - evening/late evening
But this was someone Matt knew, someone MM knew, so it could be so bad, right? It helped, too, that half his attention insisted on drifting to the fact that guy blended in well with his surroundings. Too well. Like a cotton ball chameleon. How did he even do that? Seriously. ]
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[open] [November 17]
Given that he cannot transform easily, he begins to tie bedsheets together so that he will toss them out the window to crawl down from. He lacks the ability to climb and move as he would like as Altair has taught him.
Later, Nataku will blame this irrational thought process on the talk that he had with Date and Ieyasu about Dante's escapes. Reasons being that the very idea of it was placed in his head in the first place.]
The clinic is just one floor, though.
Nataku. [slowly] Whatever is that for?
safety first when jumping out a window (BLUSH)
He learns a little too well!
:) AREN'T YOU PROUD?
Of course! When am I never--- erm.
(cozy)!
Aaaaw, Nataku. ; 3;
; 3 ;
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She steps over the bushes to get a better look, recognizing Nataku and seeing his bandages. Crawling through the window probably isn't the best way to heal.]
Nataku. What are you doing? [Her tone is only slightly accusing.]
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[he has a good number of scraps himself, but the worst of them are bandaged and the ones that don't need said bandaged don't seem to matter: rather, he looks more annoyed that a makeshift rope had almost hit him in the face than anything else.]
[those are piercing eyes that are directed toward Nataku. (very confused.)] What are you attempting? There is no water down here to catch fish in.
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[Open][November 17]
Oh, his metal arm is gone so you might notice that he only has one arm today. Whoohoo!]
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Oh hello, one armed man. He's just going to visit...] Howdy.
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Ugh... does he reeeally want to make himself known? Not really... but leaving that idiot by himself... ]
Ugh-- what are you doing here--?
[ Comes a voice directly behind you Prussia. ]
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which also means that she crawls along the ground and then slowly appears over the side of the bed. Ninja. ]
Are you ready to bust this clinic?
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[CLOSED TO VERGIL] [NOVEMBER 17]
The Weapon was making another escape attempt. He'd filched a shirt somewhere to cover up his stitches and bandages, put his clothes back on and was opening a window so he could step out. The clinic only had one floor so it wouldn't be difficult.]
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Well, that and he had to beat some sense into him. Dante wasn't allowed to die to anybody else. So he found which room he was in and stepped inside, one hand resting on the door frame.]
Alright, what happened- [Freeze. His eyes narrow as he observes Dante adjacent to the window. Oh hell no.]
...Don't make this harder than it has to be. [He'll put you back in that bed by force if he has to, Dante.]
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[OPEN ; NOV. 17th]
huge gash across his chest and abdomen didn't much to him apart from the fact that his favorite clothes were now RUINED.
approach with caution.]
[Something early afternoon of the 17th]
Good afternoon, sir. I'm here to check on your injuries. I hope you feel better today?
[Something early afternoon of the 17th]
What are his injuries? : O
[OPEN] [November 18th, 5PM]
Somewhere deep within his unconsciousness, Phoenix hears those words echoing in whatever cast darkness he sank into after having collapsed in the aftermath of the kishin attack on Death City. He hears the voice of Mia - of all people - speaking that, her words filled with power and confidence as always. Mia, the woman who taught him everything and believed in him first when others did not and would not. Mia, the one who gave him the road he was walking on now - and though he had made his own since then, he had never forgotten her.]
Mia...
[He doesn't remember what exactly triggered it, but as he says her name he feels a sudden wrenching in his conciousness, as if somebody was forcibly pulling him out from the deep darkness he fell into. Phoenix would very much like to stay here, really, but something tells him otherwise - something tells him to stop slacking and return back to reality, where people were waiting for him to wake up. He's been sleeping too long already.
The strange feeling escalates, and Phoenix feels himself rising higher and higher, sensation and feeling rushing back into him all at once like a fired bullet and suddenly he opens his eyes, a soft gasp escaping him. The light of the setting sun is considerably bright and fiery, and Phoenix has to wince as his eyes slowly adjust back to the light. He feels... exhausted, even though he's just woken up, and the man slowly glances around to make out where he was now.]
[OOC: Feel free to tag for any other days as well! Phoenix is going to be stuck in the clinic for a bit, so just have your muses pop in if they want. Just specify the day/date and/or time!]
IDK November 18th, evening
Concerned? Worried? Miles Edgeworth? Please.]
You're finally awake. [His voice is completely matter-of-fact as he pulls up a chair close to the bed and puts down his briefcase.]
Hahaha.
Whatever floats your boat.
\o/
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[November 19th, midnight]
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November 19th, early morning.
China \o/
<33
♥!
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[OPEN] [Earliest possible!]
Maaaaya /o/
HERE FOR YOU AT LAST ;w;
YAAAAAAY ;w;
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[CLOSED TO CHANE] [NOVEMBER 17 BUT BEFORE VERGIL]
This escape attempt is simple. Act natural and just walk out like he's meant to. Blood loss means that it's still too early for him to be walking about so instead of being as natural as he'd hoped, he's moving rather slowly and stopping every few steps. He's managed to get to the door at least.]
oh hello Dante 8| GET BACK IN THE ROOM.
Chane is of the very firm belief - she saw the whole thing after all - that this entire situation could have been neatly avoided if Dante had remained focused on what he was doing, and had stopped his reckless behaviour for even a few minutes. But it was too little too late, and the only polite thing she could thing of to do is to go and see how he was doing after the incident.
... Seeing him attempting to make a slow and stumbling break for the exit was not what she had expected. Her folded arms and slightly raised eyebrow should be indicator of this.]
You're not my mum you can't tell me what to do!
She has a knife and she will use it, hospital rules be damned.
8|||||
B|
:<
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[ open ] [November 18]
Aqua tried to push herself into a sitting position...with dubious success.
((OOC: action or prose, I'm fine with either!))
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I'm so late in seeing this, is it okay?
More than okay~ <3
<3 you
Re: <3 you
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...I actually had to go back and look through our threads. XD
I would have... but Luke is more likely to forget XD
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[CLOSED TO WATSON] [November 17, morning]
He made a mental note to work on his speed and reflexes the next time he attended training, although luckily it wouldn't be long until he can train again.]
hiiii
Oh, hello there, Edgeworth.]
Good morning. How are you faring, today?
HIIIIII to you too
What are his injuries...
They're just minor and stuff...a few bitty cuts and bruises plus the slash in his shoulder.
Excellent!
He's in much better condition than last time when he was pecked all over
Which is a good thing.
HE'S GROWING UP SO FAST. /cry
I hope not physically... he is already kind of big.
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[CLOSED TO GENESIS] [NOVEMBER 18]
need hlp gttng otu of hospital. cme qukclyMessage sent, Dante discreetly got his things ready for another escape attempt. It wouldn't do to give away his intentions already to the people working here who had caught on from his previous attempts.]
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And besides that, getting a boner while injured wouldn't be the best of feelings... right?
Anyway, into Dante's room he goes.]
I got you flowers.
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[November 17]
[When Watson leaves Nataku later on, he heads outside the small building instead of continuing his walk around the rooms to see to the patients. He wants a few minutes to himself, to get a breath of fresh air. And perhaps see if there is anyone skulking about outside, as per usual.]
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En Taro Adun, John Watson. [She gives him a short bow.] Do you require any assistance with your duties?
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[CLOSED TO KOUJUROU] [NOVEMBER 18]
Push push. It's hard work, but he's making more progress than he did trying to walk. Freedom beckons now.]
Sup, kid.
So says the sight of Koujurou blocking your way, arms crossed, looking Unamused.]
Cry everyone is so mean to him ;A;
He's kind of asking for it...
No he is an innocent young man who never does anything foolish
Riiiight. 8|
Why does no one believe me? T~T
I dunno, Dante. It must be because of dat face.
/halo Is that better?
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[OPEN] [November 17 evening]
Everything hurt again, damn it. What a horrible way to wake up after a long night. Speaking of which, how did he end up here?
He observes briefly the clean room he was in (pointedly ignoring the bed he just fell off of) while he tried to recall last night's events. After engaging in a few fights with the ugly Things, he had tried to get himself and Hades--chains and hammers and all--to a safer zone. Exhaustion must have taken over and someone had found them. But that still didn't explain how he had ended up on the same bed as the bane of his existence.
Finally glancing over at the bed that had black hair spilling over the edges, he kicks it out of spite.]
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Mind turning clear and into full activity, he casually propped himself up on one hand (folding the other beneath his upper body) and peered down the edge of the mattress- just to see Apollo as he was trying to kick the bed they had apparently previously shared with little effect.
Raising an eyebrow, he managed to look a lot like a cat that had just successfully kicked it's owner out of their king-size bed as he greeted his fellow 'god' calmly.]
You look like a freshly hatched chick. [Who tumbled down its pedestral.]
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[November 19] [Open]
♥
Spirit!
[With that as the only warning he grabbed hold of one of the man's arms and hugged it to his chest.]
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Sorry for the late, weekend hiatus!
All good <3 I backtag forever with fun stuff like this so take as long as you need.
Huhu okey!
<3
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Spiritttt
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[November 19] [Open]
Hello!
/glomps
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That was a horrible typo, I am sorry. probably*
What typo? I saw no typo~.
Such a nice person...
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[OPEN] [November 19 - 23]
And now here he was, on a clean hospital bed, still hooked up to some equipment and a drip. He groans and looks around.]
[November 19]
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