Farewell Happy Fields!

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Farewell Happy Fields!

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What: Aftermath of Anoli Attack: Hospital
Where: Leo Ward - Caduceus Hospital Headquarters
Summary: It is the aftermath of the Anoli attack on the Closing Ceremonies. The injured have been taken to Caduceus Hospital Headquarters, and it is time for reflection, visting, or old-fashioned escapes from the hospital rooms.
Warnings: Mild squick if people want to describe their wounds in explicit detail.

Caduceus Hospital Headquarters. It has a distinguished history within Hinoto-Ri, boasting of a staff of well-trained Healers, as well as possessing the most cutting edge medical technology possible. There was no limb they couldn't reattach, no organ they couldn't replace... - they even claimed to be able to bring someone back from the dead (with the small disclaimer that it could only occur under certain conditions and with an obscene amount of luck).

So needless to say, the hospital was more than well-equipped to deal with the aftermath of the Anoli attack on the Closing Ceremonies.

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Nearly every hospital bed had been filled by an injured patient that night. The A&E room had been in constant chaos, with civilians crying and shouting, searching for loved ones, or demanding to see doctors or healers to help so-and-so...

There had also been plenty of reporters milling about, shouting and crying over the status of the Mayor's Secretary, and whether the Red Lion had really died at the scene, or if he was still alive and well within the safety of the hospital's ICU.

By the time morning broke, there was a false sense of tranquillity within the hospital. The healers had been pushed to their limits with the sheer number of patients being wheeled in and out of surgery, but otherwise, the situation had finally gotten under control. Now, both civilians and visitors were merely waiting for word of the conditions of their injured friends and family...

[Welcome to the winding down of the event! You are now at the hospital, where you may be visiting the injured, or be one of the injured yourself! Those with RED injuries will be in the ICU, and those with YELLOW injures will be in normal wards, for obvious reasons. Those with GREEN injuries wouldn't have had to go to the hospital at all, so they are free to come and go as they wish!

You may all start your threads and mingle!]

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[demifemme]

Shura was lucky to have made it out alive.

She knew it, and it pissed her off to no end.

Which is why she can be found staring out the window, jaw set and brows furrowed, lying on a bed with two groin to toes casts, her gown half off her despite it being the day and her markings being mostly absent.

:D ❤?

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Avitus stepped in quietly, drawing his fingers through his wings repeatedly, until he found another loose feather -- a foot long, almost half a foot wide, round and shiny and black like the rest of them. He headed to the bed as he made sure its barbs were neatly locked together, and paused, realizing she was awake.

If he knew what his mun knew, he might be a little more cautious in approaching her.

Alas, alas.

"Hi," he said softly, not seeing her expression yet. He gave her a little smile, putting his wings back up behind him again.

[demifemme]

Shura spun her head at the greeting, glaring at her (angelic?) visitor. "Did you come to mock me?"

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Angelic, perhaps. The odd hands and long ears could get missed, or dismissed. Especially when she's mad. Besides, Atlus's named angels tend to vary kinda wildly in appearance at times anyway.

He wasn't expecting that kind of greeting at all, though, and his wings drooped visibly, smile disappearing. "What? No! Why would I?" The feather's been forgotten about, for the moment, as completely puzzled as he is by her quick hostility. He has no idea what he's just walked into.

[demifemme]

"You're an angel. Seeing me crippled for life should make you happy!!!" To Shura, everything with feathery wings is an angel.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"What are you talking about?" There were so many things wrong with that, he wasn't sure where to even start trying to start.

"I'm Razielim." Feel free to think he's trying to introduce himself or something, of course. "Why should I-- why should anyone be happy you're hurt?"

His wings sank behind him a bit further, and their feathers were starting to floof up in his agitation, between the hurt confusion of what she was saying, and the alarm of not understanding why she was yelling at him in the first place.

[demifemme]

"Did you not get the memo or something? Angels and God want me dead. Well let them know, Razielim or whatever, than even unable to run I'll never give up! I will be justice for the oppressed and the weak."

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"Tell-- what? That's-- I'm not--" Words: he's out of them. Congrats, Shura!

He'll be pulling his wings up, presumably to fold them behind him again, except that they don't want to stay folded. They're too floofed for that to be comfortable any more, and so they keep ending up not quite held out behind him. Body language is easy to read here, at least -- he's uncomfy and getting alarmed, and is likely finding her intimidating already.

Yeah, even from her hospital bed, in leg casts. He's a wuss, so go figure.

[demifemme]

"Now get the Hell out and get your fluffed up ass back to Heaven before I start spamming Almighty at you!" Geez, calm down, Shura.

I AM LATE GOMEN

[drakenguard]

"Well, you're in a state."

Yamato was standing by the doorway, staring at her cast bound legs with a neutral expression. His gaze flickered to her face and he smiled blandly, looking slightly amused as he walked inside proper. He didn't sit down at the chair, and instead stood, his hands in his coat pockets.

"I was surprised to hear that you of all people sustained heavy damage in the attack."

Re: I AM LATE GOMEN

[demifemme]

Shura hissed, still staring out the window. "I got attacked by teleporting assholes with a gun. I'm not exactly immune to that."

[drakenguard]

"Is that so?"

Yamato's amused expression became intrigued. Demons were usually unaffected by conventional weaponry, bullets included. Perhaps Shura's human half meant that such things still wounded her.

"Curious. I hope you make a swift recovery then. It would be a shame if you were crippled so early in your life."

[demifemme]

Shura slammed her fist down into the mattress, uselessly. "If I can never run again I swear I'll make these fuckers' lives living nightmares!!!"

[drakenguard]

"That will be difficult to achieve if that does occur," Yamato pointed out, returning his attention to her legs. "I suppose it depends on the damage. Considering your demonic abilities, I wouldn't worry."

Now onto the main reason of Yamato's visit! Sorry, Shura, you will get no sympathy from this man.

"Who was this man that managed to fight you so evenly?"

[demifemme]

"I have resources," she growled. If she had to contract every single demon in Hinoto-Ri to accomplish her petty revenge, she would.

She sighed loudly, then looked at him. Sometimes, Yamato, being friends with you suck.

"I don't know! Some masked fucker named Spades and his pet mage. And it was not even, he was totally cheating!" Exploiting your weakness is not cheating, Shura.

[drakenguard]

"There is no such thing as 'cheating' in battle," Yamato chided. "You lost, that is all. If you accept why you lost, you will be able to protect yourself better the next time you come across 'Spades' and his 'Pet Mage'."

Yamato finally directed his gaze to the window. Shura was a bit too short-tempered at times, he realised. All that power... not to say that she was stupid, just easily impassioned. He knew what anger and passion did in battle, it ended up getting you killed.

As he was a shining example of.

[demifemme]

"If only I had had Masakados, I would have had the last laugh!"

[ghost_shield]

...Er. That sure is an atmosphere.

"Uh... is this a bad time?" he asks, fidgeting on his crutches. "Because if it's a bad time, I can come back later."

[demifemme]

Shura sighed heavily and dramatically. "No, no, come in," she says as she turns to look at him. She had to be grateful for his rescue.

[ghost_shield]

He looks a bit awkward, but still manages to make his way in. "Well, you look like you're doing a little better physically, even if mentally you're obviously in a rut." He sits down awkwardly. "I know you're probably frustrated as hell, but you shouldn't stew over it for too long. Just remember what you learned about the fight and carry it over for the inevitable sequel," he comments.

Some things just don't even need to be explained.

[demifemme]

"I will make their lives a living hell if it turns out I can never run again!" Nope, she's stewing. And not even directly about the fact that she lost.

[ghost_shield]

He winces. Geez. Nice woman, but what a temper. "Well, don't focus on the hell so hard you end up reopening wounds and making things take LONGER," he says, sighing. "It's just a good thing they decided to stop when they did for some reason."

[demifemme]

"Assholes," she grumbled, wincing as her tensing up of earlier pulled on her broken knees. "Makin' fun of me..."

[ghost_shield]

Always the epitome of maturity, our Shura, Nick thinks to himself, slightly uncharitably. "Anyway, right now we need to process the information we've gotten out of all this. Which admittedly isn't a lot on my side, since I sort of missed the main event." He frowns. "Long story."

[demifemme]

Always.

She was silent for a minute. "I'm most curious about the idea of there being an outside to this place..."