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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags

the exhaustion and loss of blood was really getting to her now. it grew with each moment, slowly, but its pace quickened now. she was too tired and overwhelmed. everything that had just happened could not process through her head properly and everything that was happening now only made it worse. there was so much going on, her thoughts went by too fast for her to grasp onto them and everything was starting to feel like fuzz.

something very familiar would push past the fuzz and enter her senses quickly, though. she knew her papa's scent better than any other, and his voice was one she listened to more than anyone else. her attention drifted fully to the male as he spoke, his familiar voice now filled with an unfamiliar sound. the sound of fear. she has done this to him. she has caused him to feel fear and now if she's not careful she will cause him to hurt, too.

she was an awful daughter, and she did not deserve his love, but still she desired it so heavily, especially now. goldenluxury was truly selfish, she believed, but she wanted him. she wanted him to hold onto her. she wanted him to tell her that everything was okay, that papa is here. so, she forced herself to move one of her front paws, shaking heavily and struggling with the movement. she reached out for his face, her movements slow and weak. "sorry." she repeated, whispering the word.

paper's voice cut through, though, and she seemed to panic more at his words. this was the question she did not want to hear. she had to lie. "n-no-" she started, but stopped. she did not want to lie. but, she had to. she had no choice. "um, a-a p-pan-panther," the way she said this, though, was almost immediately clear she was lying. her voice wavered and she visibly panicked as she uttered the word. she avoided eye contact with anyone.

she glanced to cap as he arrived, hoping the boy is alright. she was sort of glad he passed out, so he didn't have to see this. and, she was already overwhelmed, so it helped, even if it was one less person to talk to and distract her.

[ROSEMARY]

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TYPHOON
NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER

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"Thank you, Lucifer," she murmurs to the dragon, taking the needle between her paws. She hesitates, glancing at the medical thread beside her as tries to consider the best way to go about this. Her worries dissipate as she feels a familiar tinge of magic whisper in her ear, guiding her actions as she feels her breaths deepen and soften into her chest. With one slow, steady exhale she looked at the needle and focuses; she sees the medal, thin and tiny, rise above her flesh into the open air. The feeling is familiar to her elemental abilities, yet different in strange ways she cannot begin to describe. Nevertheless, she knows that she can control her magic enough for what she needs to do.

She says nothing as she uses her magic to cause the thread to coil through the air before looping into the needle and tying itself into a knot. Rosemary thinks that, were she to inform anyone this is the first time she's been able to use telekinesis with this degree of accuracy... well, she doesn't want to frighten anyone. Her own worries, gnawing away in the back of her mind, are enough for all of them.

As she leans in front of Goldie's wounds, she glances at her brother for a moment; he is the only one she knows that has water magic, and she wants his skills to assist. "Pincher, can you try to minimize her bleeding while I work? Either with blood-bending - if you can - or by washing away the excess," she asks him, and then glancing at her team. If he can't, she wants them to; though her mind is a bit... scattered, with the zen focus on the needle and thread as well as too many people talking. Glancing at Paper, she asks, "Just stay back and keep watch out for predators." They did need someone on guard duty - this much blood might attract all the wrong attention.

Now, finally, her gaze turns back to Goldie's exposed spine. She swallows thickly, her breathing shaking but still deep and strong. She places her paws on the wound, physically manipulating the flesh into the position she wants it to be in. "Someone with clean paws, help me hold this in place," she murmurs to her medical team, though her gaze doesn't leave the ugly wound. She wants to shave the extra fur away, keep it from getting stuck in the wound, but she doubts a knife is close enough for her purposes; besides, the excess fur will be a bitch to clean up and they're already running out of time. She abandons the thoughts.

With a sharp inhale, the needle lurches up in the air before dipping and attempting to zig-zag through Goldie's flesh. Her precision is remarkable, considering she lacks thumbs and just discovered this ability now. Though she tries not to think about how much pain it might cause Goldie - if the girl's nervous system isn't completely shot to hell from this terrible wound.

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Focusing on levelling out their breathing Aita watched with fascination as the needle floated above Rosemary's paws, a soft sound of surprise escaping them as the thread seemed to knot itself, blinking a few times as the Soothsayer spoke once more. Clean paws, they needed clean paws. Rummaging through their bag they hoped to find the bottle of water they were supposed to keep in there at all times, finding it tucked away at the very bottom, uncaring they ruined the herbs within for blood coated their arms. Using their teeth to twist the top they poured some upon their paws to wash away the blood, the rest used to remove some of the blood upon Goldie's back though it could do only so much.

Reaching out they carefully pushed against the skin and muscle, enough to help hold it together but hopefully not to cause further harm, hoping this would be enough, the measures they had gone to within such a short amount of time able to at least patch her up if not permit Goldie the use of her back legs once more.