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[Event] Invasion!
Characters: OPEN to everyone!
Location: All over Death City
Rating: Various
Time: February 2nd
Description: Witches have invaded and are attacking the city!
The attack, when it comes, happens quickly enough that Death City would have been caught flat-footed had there been no prior warning, but it's not completely unexpected because of the city's heightened state of alarm the past day. Warning sirens start sounding to alert the citizens and guests the moment a dark, slow-moving mass out in the desert to the south-east of Death City is spotted by Shibusen sentries. There's even time for civilians to run and hide before the mass is identified as an army of what looks like decaying, shambling corpses. The city's defenders are slow to move, however; most of them are distracted and are having trouble dealing with the black blood in their bodies. While agents are gathering to head out to deal with the zombie threat, that's when the witches make their move.
Portals begin opening in the skies above the city, disgorging hideous familiars: bulbous spiders and leggy ants the size of dogs. They drop hundreds of feet down into the streets and alleyways of Death City, and scuttle off in search of victims. The spiders are poisonous and can spin copious amounts of web to capture their targets, the ants spit acid that cause agonizing, paralyzing pain. Their masters bear down on the city in a cloud of black shadows--massive ravens strong enough to carry off adult men. There are five witches, women on broomsticks, beautiful if not for their crazed grins and obvious glee at the chaos descending upon the city. At some unknown signal--maybe the cackling from a couple of them--they dive in concert and disappear into different areas of the city.
Their masterful plan has begun!
ooc: Feel free to make your own threads. Please follow the format: [Character][Location/Time][Open/Close]
- if you want your character to run into a witch, please comment here!
Location: All over Death City
Rating: Various
Time: February 2nd
Description: Witches have invaded and are attacking the city!
The attack, when it comes, happens quickly enough that Death City would have been caught flat-footed had there been no prior warning, but it's not completely unexpected because of the city's heightened state of alarm the past day. Warning sirens start sounding to alert the citizens and guests the moment a dark, slow-moving mass out in the desert to the south-east of Death City is spotted by Shibusen sentries. There's even time for civilians to run and hide before the mass is identified as an army of what looks like decaying, shambling corpses. The city's defenders are slow to move, however; most of them are distracted and are having trouble dealing with the black blood in their bodies. While agents are gathering to head out to deal with the zombie threat, that's when the witches make their move.
Portals begin opening in the skies above the city, disgorging hideous familiars: bulbous spiders and leggy ants the size of dogs. They drop hundreds of feet down into the streets and alleyways of Death City, and scuttle off in search of victims. The spiders are poisonous and can spin copious amounts of web to capture their targets, the ants spit acid that cause agonizing, paralyzing pain. Their masters bear down on the city in a cloud of black shadows--massive ravens strong enough to carry off adult men. There are five witches, women on broomsticks, beautiful if not for their crazed grins and obvious glee at the chaos descending upon the city. At some unknown signal--maybe the cackling from a couple of them--they dive in concert and disappear into different areas of the city.
Their masterful plan has begun!
ooc: Feel free to make your own threads. Please follow the format: [Character][Location/Time][Open/Close]
- if you want your character to run into a witch, please comment here!
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"Interesting," he said, watching her prepare. "You use sanitation methods ahead of your time." Which was likely barely ten years behind his, but before the Amanto came, doctors did tend to be a bit obtuse when it came to medicine. But he did present his side to her. The cut was long, but not too deep, thankfully.
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He could only guess her general era, after all, but he hadn't yet managed to pinpoint the year, if she had been before all that chaos or after, when things were a little less chaotic but also more bloody. Of course, she might not even be from a world whose Japan had to deal with Amanto, but Itou knew that his own world was really one of those historically inaccurate ones.
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The Shinsengumi. She was alone, in a room, door bolted, with a member of the Shinsengumi.
Surely she was going to die if she didn't choose her words and actions very, very carefully here. She took a deep breath and prayed that if this person was anything like Saitou Hajime, that Ken-san would stay far, far away from this place. On the other hand... she couldn't help hoping that he'd come and save her from what was most likely a very painful death. Hiratsuki wasn't used to tickle people.
"I'm.... from Meiji. Meiji 11," she managed, picking up her needle and thread. Her voice was very, very soft. "There's nothing strange at all about my technique. I was trained not only in traditional herbal medicine, but also in the style of the foreign studies schools in Nagasa--"
It was then that she realized she'd said something extremely foolish. The Shinsengumi had been out to 'purify' Japan of foreign influences, and preserve the old ways. Megumi halted her syllables right there, and racked her brain for how to talk her way out of that.
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"I'm from about that year," he replied slowly, rolling the words in his tongue. "But yes, we must be from rather different worlds, given your reaction to the name. Is it because you're using foreign influences in your medicine?"
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"When I was a girl, he took us all to Nagasaki, to study what the Dutch and German foreigners knew about medicine," she admitted, her voice quite timid. It didn't matter if this fellow had no katana on him, or if he was missing an arm. He was a lot younger than Saitou, and she'd seen first hand how ruthless that sadistic old man was. "I do love my country, but the fact is... there was much they'd discovered that we had not yet. And... as a doctor, my father taught me that-- we must do what is best for the patient. If there are new theories or learning, it doesn't matter what country they came from, if they save lives," she finished, the sweat on her forehead beading.
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"You're more fortunate than most. The only way to keep an edge in a rapidly progressive world is to keep up with developments and new ways of doing things, after all," he remarked diplomatically in an attempt to reassure her. Even if he was used to scaring people where he was from with presence alone, he hadn't exactly been doing anything here but sit on a table. He didn't really like unexpected things.
Still, it was best to clear things up. "Where I'm from, foreign creatures from other planets -- other worlds, practically -- took over Edo and our government. We lost the war and the Shinsengumi is the force that quells rebellion from overthrowing the aliens from the country. The technology we employ there now is even more advance than this world, though of course, our people have kept their traditions in many ways." Japan was good at that, at any rate, adopting the things that they liked from other cultures and making it suit their own.
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She lowered her head, picking up her clean cloth and getting to work cleaning his wound. "I'm from Aizu," she said, as if he should know what she meant from just that statement alone. "We came back from Nagasaki with special traveling permission just in time for the the war between the Shinsengumi and other Shogunate forces fighting against the Imperialists there." It had been gruesome and horrifying, that much was plain to see in the whiteness of her cheeks and the shudder she gave after she finished speaking.
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"My world isn't what you'd call historically accurate," he said with a shrug. "Commander Kondo Isao, Vice Commander Hijikata Toshirou and Captain Okita Sougo are here with me, too." He was careful to pronounce their names carefully, so she might recognize that it's slightly different from those of her world. "Don't get me wrong -- I fought against the invaders with the rest of the country, too, but that time's long passed us. We lost. It's futile to fight progress when it only makes the country suffer under new powers. And the Shinsengumi I come from is made up of a bunch of idiots and fools. Of the literal sort."
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"I'm not really the type to share jests with others." Another shrug, but he hadn't been careful this time and it was quickly followed by a wince. "My name is Itou Kamotaro, adviser to the Shinsengumi." If she was from Meiji 11, she was even ahead of him in years. Itou had died well before that, and yet she was as backward as Japan had been when he had been born.
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Then she remembered that Itou had pretty much demonstrated that he wasn't like the ones she knew. "Er. Excuse my vitriol. You had me sure I was looking at my death sentence and now I'm shocked to be alive still. The Shinsengumi from my own world... they were ruthless killers, and I have very good reason to hate them."
Megumi nodded to his disinfected wound, a very thin needle threaded and ready in her hand. "Excuse me-- I'll start the stitches now. I won't lie to you, it'll hurt a bit, but bear with me."
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He warily eyed the needle for a moment, but resigned himself to her care. "Pain, I'm familiar with. Only do make sure your vitriol is all spent up. Is there anything you need me to do apart from not be a noisy, whining patient?"
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She used her thumb and forefinger to gently hold the laceration together. "My hands are cold, sorry," she informed him as she made her base stitch. Megumi was quite experienced at making stitches (even on herself), it was one of her best skills as a physician and had earned her quite a reputation among patients in her Tokyo neighborhood. When the needle went in, Itou would feel a small prick, but no pulling on the thread or dragging through the wound. She went about this as casually and smoothly as if she were sewing a silk handkerchief, concentrating wholly on her work.
"Tell me about yourself, why don't you?" she recommended, eyes on her stitchery. "That's usually the best way not to think about having this done. You've lost a good lot of blood, I don't want you fainting on me, now."
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The offer of helpful conversation almost made him chuckle, and he only caught himself because that would only hurt him in the end. "You'll find that I'm a sturdy sort of man, not queasy at all. Also that I've very boring with not much to tell about myself. In fact, my most interesting feature is that I'm currently deceased." This, said in the same tone one would say that the sky was blue. It didn't seem fortuitous for a first meeting to talk about how he'd betrayed the Shinsengumi a few months ago.
"Will you tell me your name instead, so I don't have to think of you in terms of 'as that lady doctor who put my guts back in me after an ant bit me too hard'?" The title wasn't even all that bad. His castmates might even be proud of it. If he wasn't as polite as he was, he might have added foxy to it, but that was inappropriate. "You mentioned your father was Takani, but I'm not certain if you still carry the name."
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"I'll be a Takani till I die a crazy, weird, and opinionated old bat, and I'll be damned proud of it," she said, running some gauze around the pad of her thumb and smoothing across the last few stitches she'd done, to catch a drop of blood that had decided to squeeze out. Her brown eyes took on a hazy, wistful expression as her thoughts shifted. "My father," she said very softly, remembering. "He was a true hero... and I don't think anyone I've ever known can surpass him in my eyes."
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"Your father seemed like quite a character," Itou remarked, a smile playing on his lips to hide the grimace trying to make itself known, a natural effect of being cut up and stitched up. "I suppose you're well on your way to becoming a hero, too, Takani-sensei." Itou's language was so polite as to approach the extremely formal, twisted in what would be a mocking sort of tone if it wasn't overlapped all in all by an obvious teasing lilt to his voice, good-natured as any under circumstances. His speech pattern was as complex as any diplomat could make it, and he was trying to be a bit more charming. After all, she was the one helping him out now.
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"I don't know anyone I'd consider powerful. So I suppose I'm out of luck until we get some kind of incredibly accepting men around here who're like the ones in your world. With huge, beefy, rippling brains." She checked her last stitch and began the back-stitches at the end of the row to keep them from unraveling with body movements. This was important for proper healing without any re-opening, and Megumi was chagrined that the doctors she saw in the Edo area just didn't bother doing this right. "Until then, I'm satisfied to be me and do things my way. One person to clean up after suits me just fine, thanks."
She shook her head to deny the hero comment (oh god he really didn't know her, did he-- if he did he'd take that back right away), but then Itou called her "Takani-sensei" with no problem at all, the way he would if she were a normal, respectable, male doctor. That in and of itself made her actually pause and glance up from her last stitch in surprise. She was used to her patients calling her things like "onna-sensei"-- woman doctor. They seemed to feel it was necessary to put the "woman" in there to distinguish her from the real village doctor. Sometimes it wasn't even "sensei," just "pretty lady" or "onee-san."
Takani-sensei, huh. She.... didn't think it sounded so bad.
Blinking rapidly to clear that awfully vain thought from her mind, she lowered her gaze once again to Itou's side. With two more passes of her needle, she had finished off her stitches. She picked up some clean gauze to use to clean the edge of the stitches one more time.
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"But I daresay it worked rather well, considering how kind you're being. In your self-sufficient and stubborn way, of course." Another teasing lilt, and he craned his neck down to peer at his own injury. It seemed competently done. Nothing like magical healing, but Itou admittedly preferred methods that he could recognize, and this was as straightforward as medicine went.
"Will it last through another battle?" Itou asked inquiringly, his abdominal muscles cramping from staying still for too long. Probably his muscles softening through the past two months here or something horrific like that. There was a long line of a scar crossing diagonally from his shoulder to his nearly his waist, and he fingered it as he waited for her to patch him up.
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Oh, these swordsmen, they really were all alike. She raised an eyebrow at him, but her tone was something akin to bemused. After all, Kenshin would be doing the exact same thing, and she understood exactly why. "I'm guessing no amount of blood loss or nagging from me will stop you, am I right?"
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"But I could take you to the clinic first, if you like. It's right by the Communal, where I'm headed. If my comrades aren't as stupid as they seem -- which they are, really, don't let the faces fool you -- then they should be there." He wasn't very deferential as a Shinsengumi member, either.
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"Oh, I'll be just fine on my own, thank you. I'll stay out of trouble. Here--" Megumi took out one of the plasters she had made to use on Kenshin's worst injuries received in Kyoto. The fabric, coated with a bit of rice starch powder, would harden slightly and stick to his skin, but it wouldn't be hard to take off later when he wetted it. It was a nice, soft white cotton, and she'd soaked it with some good aloe extract and witch hazel to help kill the germs and speed healing. Sprinkling a little of her antiseptic over it with her hand, she smoothed it onto his side for him so that it would stay.
"That'll keep it clean a while for you, and keep your clothes from snagging it. And here--" she handed him a packet of powdered herbs that smelled decidedly of ginger. "Mix a pinch of that into your hot tea twice a day, it'll help take down any inflammation so you can heal up nicely, boost your immune system."
Megumi bent her head down and began washing her hands meticulously, her bangs falling across her face. "You run along on ahead and be a swordsman hero, Itou-san. I think you'll be fine with just a little scratch. I'd wager that's something you're quite good at, else you wouldn't be here now."
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Itou let her finish her work, observing the expert way she pressed the pad on without actually giving him too much discomfort. It was an odd object on his side, but it was more easy to ignore than the other things he'd had on injuries before. He pocketed the offered powder and started buttoning up his shirt one-handedly, looking at her in a mix of curiosity and thoughtfulness.
"Try to stay indoors," he finally answered, rising to his feet and wondering to himself what the right thing to do was in this situation. It was poor behaviour to leave a medic in the middle of danger by herself, but Itou needed to travel swiftly if he was to get to his comrades in time to do anything. "Or stick close to the walls. It's better to run away from the enemies than face them; leave your kit if you have to. Something tells me they're not interested in that at all and you are likely to recover it after, if you manage to stay alive. Don't be too reckless, Takani-sensei." A short, discreet emphasis on the name there. "A dead doctor's not of any use to anyone at all."
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