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TYPHOON
NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER
NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER
[div style="width: px; font-family: GEORGIA; color: #422426; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"][align=center]ARE YOU GOOD WITH CHAOS ?!
The ocelot came running as soon as she spotted the collapsed form of her niece, her worry spurring her paws to move quickly across the sands to reach the spot on the boardwalk. Her four eyes widened for a few seconds as she sat down next to her pupil, paws racing as she pulled out several bandages, tins, flasks, and other such items she needed. "Aita, what happened?" Rosemary asked firmly, too fixated on the eye, buried knife, and destroyed leg to notice the more subtle signs of broken ribs.
Uncorking two of her flasks, she flicked her paws up in the air; the water within the containers surged upwards before dispersing to Aita's various wounds. The rushing torrents rushed over the open wounds, cleaning them as Rosemary assessed them for damage, though it wasn't long before the streams turned pink with blood. She already knew that the eye and switchblade injuries were... terrible. She needed to stop the bleeding quickly - the easiest method would be cauterizing them, but she'd never been able to tap into fire magic in all her life. Throwing her head over her shoulder, she let out a loud shriek to scream two names: "LUCA! LUCIFER!" She'd happily take any other fire mages right now, but they were the only two in the group that she knew could precisely wield the magic at the precision she needed.
While she waited for them to come and Aita to answer her, she feverishly turned her attention to Aita's fractured humerus. Slashing her right paw across her face, she flung the pink water off to slosh onto the sands; it was useless to her for the moment, anyway. With the wound reasonably clean, she rotated her wrists and brought her paw pads together, causing the bandages to unravel beside her, rising in the air with a metal pole. "I'm going to splint your leg - I'm sorry, this will hurt. All of this is going to hurt," she murmured, her main eyes focused on keeping the floating medical objects steady while her two smaller eyes remained carefully fixed on Aita's leg.
[member=232]LUCIFER GRIMM.[/member]
[member=1517]Luca[/member]
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[/td][/tr][/table]Uncorking two of her flasks, she flicked her paws up in the air; the water within the containers surged upwards before dispersing to Aita's various wounds. The rushing torrents rushed over the open wounds, cleaning them as Rosemary assessed them for damage, though it wasn't long before the streams turned pink with blood. She already knew that the eye and switchblade injuries were... terrible. She needed to stop the bleeding quickly - the easiest method would be cauterizing them, but she'd never been able to tap into fire magic in all her life. Throwing her head over her shoulder, she let out a loud shriek to scream two names: "LUCA! LUCIFER!" She'd happily take any other fire mages right now, but they were the only two in the group that she knew could precisely wield the magic at the precision she needed.
While she waited for them to come and Aita to answer her, she feverishly turned her attention to Aita's fractured humerus. Slashing her right paw across her face, she flung the pink water off to slosh onto the sands; it was useless to her for the moment, anyway. With the wound reasonably clean, she rotated her wrists and brought her paw pads together, causing the bandages to unravel beside her, rising in the air with a metal pole. "I'm going to splint your leg - I'm sorry, this will hurt. All of this is going to hurt," she murmured, her main eyes focused on keeping the floating medical objects steady while her two smaller eyes remained carefully fixed on Aita's leg.
[member=232]LUCIFER GRIMM.[/member]
[member=1517]Luca[/member]
[ rushed and late post oof ]
© MADI
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?