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Re: DEVIL'S DICE / TYPHOON - miss ririchiyo - 09-09-2018
LUCERYS VELARYON
male | 19 months | the rosebloods | member
FIlthy, filthy dragons. He hated dragons, the fucking Targaryens were enough for him to tolerate, but this? It sickened him.
Maybe he made his disliking for the dragons a bit too obvious with the way his beak snapped impatiently as he arrived, but Lucerys made no move on them. They were helping them, and the burnt griffon would be damned if he ruined an alliance with his own hatred for dragons.
"Thank you for the help, man." Lucerys chirped out, large wings extending before folding back against his sides. It was obvious that his back legs and rump suffered some serious damage in the fire, with the way it was red and bald skin, pretty much. He looked like a baboon in the back.
Maybe he made his disliking for the dragons a bit too obvious with the way his beak snapped impatiently as he arrived, but Lucerys made no move on them. They were helping them, and the burnt griffon would be damned if he ruined an alliance with his own hatred for dragons.
"Thank you for the help, man." Lucerys chirped out, large wings extending before folding back against his sides. It was obvious that his back legs and rump suffered some serious damage in the fire, with the way it was red and bald skin, pretty much. He looked like a baboon in the back.
Re: DEVIL'S DICE / TYPHOON - Character Graveyard. - 09-09-2018
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ —At the mention of healers, Stockholm would pop out from beneath Sephiroth and nervously, he would approach Silus. He wouldn't call himself very experienced with healing, but he had learned a few of the basics, though he could recall being taught one thing. How to treat a burn wound- as his parents often made fires either on purpose or accident, so they didn't want any of their children to suffer from having a burn injury.
"I don't consider myself to be a healer at all, at least not yet, but I know a few basics on treating burns?" Stockholm would say to the Typhoon medic, pulling out the small amount of witch hazel from his yellow satchel. "This is all I have right now. I found it in this satchel when we still lived in the mansion."
Re: DEVIL'S DICE / TYPHOON - no more - 09-10-2018
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]“Hmm,” the faint noise arose, laced with displeasure as his inquiry was answered. There seemed a shortage of those interested within healing, though he had harboured little care for the practice himself when first he had received his position, built up over the past few weeks, a rather glaring problem in times such as these. Fiddling with a few of his herbs he gave the thought only a few seconds of contemplation before he was speaking once more, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. “If Cap don' mind I can 'ang round fer a bit, 'elp teach sum a bit so ya at least got a hang o' da basics.”
Indeed the way to heal others had changed greatly, he had been present when one of his own team had used water in a rather remarkable way, somehow utilising it to help in the healing process. Yet Silus was ignorant to such for he had not been present when the basic structure of healing had been put in place nor to see the years which had allowed it to advance, a child in all ways. His thoughts broke apart as another approached, familiar though he held a different colouration and no scarring as did the Typhoon's resident griffon. Moving across his body all too evident was the areas the fire had found him, yet the fact no muscle had been exposed spoke of it being either first or second, easily treatable.
Once more his attention shifted to Peytriviing, gesturing for him to come closer. It did not matter what the manticore thought of their injuries the fact they had third degree burns meant theirs was the worst state and needed to be dealt with as soon as possible, though no treatment would minimise the scars that would be left behind. “Can ya feel anytin?” Taking hold of a jar of his own concoction he had made, moving to look over each burn upon Pey, making note of which were first and third.
“Yer wit me den,” half listening to Stockholm he breathed a sigh of relief that at least one seemed willing to step in or held any knowledge, tail flicking towards the pile he had set out. “Dat'll 'elp, der's pleny more, if ya can handle summa da first I'll deal wit da third. Any a ya can' feel where ya were burned let me know, third can cause sum serious damage.” Raising his voice so all could hear he hoped no other had such serious injury for they proved the most difficult to handle and may mean greater damage if it had gotten to muscle or bone.
Re: DEVIL'S DICE / TYPHOON - Jiyu Simul Stamus - 09-10-2018
Seeing another Dragon and hearing his statement the calico nodded slightly, showing she had heard the words of an ally, but not giving a verbal response. On top of her normal personality being rather silent? Jiyu barely had any energy left within her, she had not slept in well over twenty-four hours now, not even for naps since had not yet slept before the fire struck and had gotten up that prior morning before the sun. If everything had not been a smoldering wasteland? She would have found some nice hole to sleep in. However, she was not going to get that lucky, simply happy that prestige was back with them and would hopefully show up soon to take charge of dealing with this. Last night may have proved something, but Jiyu would much rather forget about what she had seen herself as capable of as she watched the fire burn everything and kept flickering back to look at everyone she had kept safe through the night. Simply physically safeguarding others was enough for her, their emotions were complicated and she didn't even understand her own. Even now? She didn't feel safe knowing the fire was done.
"That would be great Sephiroth." It was somewhat shameful that she had to rely on the lion to help move these things, but she just had no hope of doing it on her own. He was still hurt, Jiyu really wished there was somehow she could avoid asking him to risk aggravating anything the fire had done to him. "Pres, I'm heading to where the Graveyard used to be, to see if any of the stone mausoleum's survived, it could serve as a better place for everyone to stay, for now, especially the injured, out of the elements." the leader showed up and she kinda wanted to excuse herself from this, back to her original task of surveying just how bad the damage was. Letting anyone treat the numerous scratches and small minor burns she had gotten was not going to happen, and she wasn't even aware of her missing saber fangs. They would need to move, but she had thought that the idea of making a makeshift camp was a good one for now, it would give everyone a sense of security until they could find some new territory.
"Lydia and Stockholm have been doing what they can." she would likely brush against the two of them as she turned tail to head away, giving them the credit they deserved. Heck, the small she-cat had even held a herb training, and Jiyu was starting to suspect one of the two may end up their healer eventually, but she knew very little about that considering her fear of herbs. All she knew? Was the two had fought through the night to treat anyone they could in anyway they could. "I'll let you know what I find in the territory Pres, and if I find anything unburned or still usable no matter how small, I'll bring it back" she had done that during the fire, simply calling him Pres instead of Prestige the way she had been insistent on before, and it seemed in the wake of the morning after, she was still doing it.
Hopefully, they would have an ambassador for this group soon, but she also would not shove her nose into that.