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THE FUTURE IS NO MORE ☆ devland
« on: July 29, 2020, 01:41:06 AM »
It was surprisingly uncommon for others to come to Roan with injuries. Or rather, it was uncommon for them to come to him, rather than him going to them. The sage seemed to have an uncanny ability to show up on the scene of an injury almost immediately, and it was something that he actually prided himself on. So, it was actually fairly rare for him to have someone at his door asking for assistance. In this case, the young sage had actually been standing outside of the temple, his wings folded against his back as he snorted through his herb bag. He had been working on Ament's wounds just a few moments ago, and hadn't yet had time to head back to his nearby treehouse home. Before he could finish his sorting, however, he was surprised by the sound of approaching voices. Ears twitching, Roan raised his head, only to see none other than his uncle, Michael, and some sort of newcomer walking up the path. The two of them seemed to be talking, with Michael chattering away. Eventually the bobcat stopped, gesturing towards Roan with a paw so that the other could see. Michael then waved at Roan, turned, and promptly walked away in the other direction.

Resisting the rather heavy urge to sigh at his uncle for not explaining the situation, Roan got up to his paws, grabbing his satchel in his jaws before he moved over to the newcomer, Devland. His eyes scanned over the other quickly, before eventually falling on the wound in Dev's shoulder. The sage winced as soon as he saw it, placing his satchel carefully down nearby. Sitting back on his haunches, the siamese began to talk softly as he pulled things from the satchel, including clean bandages, and various herbs, "Hello, I'm Roan, the sage around here. I'm assuming my uncle told you about me? I'm the healer for all of the Typhoon." Tail flicking behind him, the draconic feline then gestured a paw towards Devland's shoulder, questioning with a cock of his head, "I'm... also assuming that you're here to get that treated? Unless you have some other horrible wound that you're hiding... incredibly well." His mother's trademark snark was back in his voice, present because of the fact that he had already been tired from treating Ament. Hopefully Devland wouldn't be quite as hard to treat as a feral raptor.

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Re: THE FUTURE IS NO MORE ☆ devland
« Reply #1 on: July 29, 2020, 11:42:38 AM »
As he and Michael made their way toward Roan, Devland was, for once, pleased he didn't have to do all the talking. Exhaustion tugged at his soul, and though his movements were already slowed because of his injury, weariness made him slower. Then again, maybe everything just felt like it was running in slow motion. So much had happened to him in such a short time that he surmised his brain was struggling to keep up. Yes, he firmly decided, that had to be it, but his conviction was weak.

Thankfully, it didn't take long before Michael lead him directly to the Sage. He was quiet for a moment, watching Michael's small exchange with Roan. Slight annoyance trickled into Devland's head when Michael walked off without an introduction or explanation, but he supposed the bobcat was probably busy. Moreover, he had been kind enough to lead Devland here. Besides, Devland knew he didn't need Michael to explain things - Devland wasn't some helpless child.

'Oh,' the brown feline thought, 'he's talking.' Devland had almost missed the other's introduction. The boy's head tilted to one side at Roan's words. "Aren't you kinda young for all of that? We're practically the same age, and you're in charge of all healing here?" His words weren't barbed or condescending. Instead, they contained a genuine curiosity. Plus, he was totally not stalling. Half-lidded eyes watched too closely as Roan pulled medical supplies from his bag, and Devland wasn't able to hide the slight crinkle of his nose. He forced the grimace to disappear.

He did stifle a laugh at the other's next string of words. He hummed lightly, replying, "Well, unless that was your application to be my shrink, the shoulder's the only thing I'm here for." Instinctively, like he had done at his joining, Devland angled his head so his wound was difficult to look at without angling yourself in a strange way. "I, um, got into kind of a weird situation. Nothing super-major though, but I think it's infected. I kept trying to treat it, but everything I did made it worse. Herbs all kind of run together in my head." He offered the other a sheepish grin before laughing airily. "But I guess there's a reason you're a healer and I'm not, hm?"

He hesitated then, fighting the panic that was slowly but surely rising in the pit of his stomach. He needed to continue thinking of conversation topics. "Oh! Silly me," he began, grinning warmly now, "It's nice to meet you, Roan. And I apologize for not introducing myself. My name is Devland Taji. Feel free to call me either or even both, I really don't mind." He paused briefly, acting as though he was considering his next words with care despite having already planned everything out. "Though, you know, I can't say I'm too fond of nicknames. How about you, hm? Guy like you's probably got a nickname or two?"

He was definitely stalling.
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Re: THE FUTURE IS NO MORE ☆ devland
« Reply #2 on: August 01, 2020, 10:49:32 PM »
Aren't you a bit young to be the healer? The question was a loaded one for Roan, who resisted the strong urge to recoil when it was asked of him. On one hand, he felt slightly insulted, since he knew that despite his young age, he was still an extremely talented medic. On the other hand, he agreed with Devland on some level. The responsibilities of the only healer within the Typhoon had been heaped on his shoulders far too early, and he still sometimes wished that Ahab was around to help shoulder the burden. Not too keen on showing weakness to anyone, let alone a newcomer to the group, Roan just let out a scoff, shaking his head firmly from side to side, "I'll have you know that I'm a very good healer, no matter what my age is. And seeing as no one else is exactly leaping at the opportunity to treat the entire group, the responsibility has fallen on me." He tried not to sound too hostile in his response, despite the fact that he so desperately wanted to be. After all, he couldn't make any new friends if he went around telling the new guys to fuck off when they had the audacity to question his young age. It wasn't as if he wasn't confident in himself, after all. He just had a tendency to get overwhelmed, when all the cards were down and he had to scramble to hold everything together.

Gritting his teeth briefly, the siamese shook those unpleasant thoughts away, his blue gaze refocusing on the other male's shoulder. The sight of it caused a grimace to come to his face, the telltale signs of an infection making his skin crawl beneath his fur. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as the infections that had plagued Ament's wounds, but it still wasn't good. Letting out a soft grunt of frustration when the other angled away from him, he spoke bluntly, "It's not good, I can tell you that. It's definitely infected, and if we leave it this way, it could get much worse. Hell, you could lose the arm." Maybe he was exaggerating a little for dramatic effect, but hopefully it would motivate Devland to stop hiding the infected wound away. Moving forward, Roan placed a paw gently against Dev's jaw, trying to push it upwards and away so that he could inspect the wound more closely. As he did so, he muttered in Devland's ear, his command short, "This'll hurt, so stay still." He didn't exactly give the other a chance to respond, digging his claws into the wound in order to open up any infected scar tissue that had begun to form. He then grabbed one of his wetted down clean rags, scrubbing softly against the wound to clean it out, and get rid of any blood.

The draconic feline was not a big fan of stalling, and that couldn't have been any more clear as he cleaned out the wound, his ears vaguely perked to listen to Devland's rambling as he worked. When he believed that the injury was sufficiently clean, Roan turned to head back to his bag, grabbing a couple of herbs that he began to mix into a poultice roughly, with his paws. As he did so, he spoke in a calm, although tired sounding, voice, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Devland. Although I wish it could be under better circumstances." He then turned back to face the other male, shaking his head, "And I don't really have any nicknames. Roan is short enough that it doesn't exactly necessitate the need for them... my mama calls me her beloved son, though." It felt weird, sharing personal information about himself so soon, but it was also mostly a tactic to get Dev to calm down before he applied the poultice.

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« Reply #3 on: August 02, 2020, 06:59:10 PM »
It seemed his question hit a little too close to home. While it would be an outright lie to say Devland didn't purposefully strike low blows, in this situation at least, that wasn't his intention. Dark eyes watched as a tiny, angry flame ignited in Roan, but Devland couldn't stop the way the corners of his lips twitched in a smirk - especially at how it seemed Roan was trying to stay composed. "Easy now," he soothed, his tone bright with amusement, "I didn't mean it like that. I was just curious, that's all. Besides, you should take pride in it. I mean, it must mean you're pretty talented if you're the only one, right?" Devland was positive he could never handle the stress that accompanied the position Roan was in. That was too much weight on one's shoulders. He could almost pity the guy.

Devland could tell Roan was getting frustrated with his patient. It was amusing, and Devland wished he felt worse about keeping the other from his obviously important job as a healer. He listened as Roan spoke, wondering how someone could be so straightforward. That definitely wasn't Devland's style. At the mention of losing an arm, the boy averted his eyes. That didn't sound good... Still, as much as he trusted Roan's medical expertise, the whole thing was uncomfortable. He wasn't fond of healing; something about it made him incredibly nervous. Arm be damned, he thought. He just needed to keep stalling. Roan was already agitated by him, so he would probably get completely fed up in a few minutes anyway.

And then Roan was touching his face. Devland stiffened immediately, breath caught in his throat. He'd been looking away when Roan moved, so he was caught off guard by the sudden push. He grunted angrily at that, but it was more from his rising anxiety than anything. Being so easily surprised and worried like this was embarrassing, and Devland's face communicated as much. He also wasn't used to being the center of attention in this way. At Roan's request, Devland scoffed. "Ha, well-" His words broke off with a muted pained sound. The pain in his shoulder was severe, and even though the work Roan was doing was part of the healing process, Devland was angry. However, the harsh feelings he harbored for the Sage cooled as the healer worked to clean the infection. "You really should warn me better next time. Geez, I didn't think it was going to hurt that badly." He pouted.

From the corner of his eye, he watched the other work. It was clear Roan knew exactly what he was doing, and Devland tried to remember if he had ever been that sure of himself in his life. As Roan mixed together a variety of herbs, the havana thought otherwise. "Better circumstances, huh? Maybe. Still, somehow, I feel like us meeting like this is pretty fitting," he responded.

At the mention of nicknames, Devland nodded. Roan was a short name, sure, but he bet he could think of one. He opened his mouth to say as much but quickly closed it at the mention of how Roan's mother referred to him. Jealousy and perhaps sadness surged through Devland's system at that. He didn't have the best relationship with his own mother, and try as he might, he could not help coveting the family dynamics Roan possessed. For all the wild thoughts that circulated his mind, his facial expression was light and almost calm. However, for a fraction of a second, his lips turned downward in a frown, but in a heartbeat, he was lazily grinning again. "That's really sweet actually," Devland murmured. "Hm. It might be weird if I called you that though. Beloved though... That's got a nice ring to it." He chuckled at that, waving the slight flirtation away with a paw. "But on a serious note, no one's ever called you Ro before? I feel like that's such a missed opportunity. I mean, come on. It's right in the name." Roan's tactics for calming Devland were at least beginning to work.
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