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Who: aranea highwind (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
unweave) & kirei kotomine (congratulating)
What: So remember that conversation about medical services?
When: After Ardyn beats the shit out of Aranea.
Where: Kirei's place.
Warning(s): shame
[ It wasn't like she had many options. She didn't trust the clinics yet, didn't have her own potions to help accelerate her healing. Good ol' fashion doctors would do nicely, but — once again, there were limited options that boil down with trust or at least a small semblance of it.
So, after texting him to let him know she was on her way, she's outside waiting. Her pantleg soaked in blood and one hand pressing down on the deep gash at her hip. It could have been worse — way worse. She knocked a few times finally, careful not to leave blood on his door. ]
C'mon, you weird ass priest... [ She says under hushed breath. ] C'mon.
unweave) & kirei kotomine (congratulating) What: So remember that conversation about medical services?
When: After Ardyn beats the shit out of Aranea.
Where: Kirei's place.
Warning(s): shame
[ It wasn't like she had many options. She didn't trust the clinics yet, didn't have her own potions to help accelerate her healing. Good ol' fashion doctors would do nicely, but — once again, there were limited options that boil down with trust or at least a small semblance of it.
So, after texting him to let him know she was on her way, she's outside waiting. Her pantleg soaked in blood and one hand pressing down on the deep gash at her hip. It could have been worse — way worse. She knocked a few times finally, careful not to leave blood on his door. ]
C'mon, you weird ass priest... [ She says under hushed breath. ] C'mon.
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In any case, he set forth to prepare -- which simply consisted of gathering what supplies that he could find as first aid in his own room and the rest was just waiting. He humors the idea as he waits that she collapses before reaching the house. Though, all my efforts go to waste. Well, at least, I may hear of some desperate cry on the network of finding one of us refugees bleeding out in the street. It's enough of an entertaining thought that it takes him a second to realize that there is a knock.
The door is opened quickly, but not fast enough to miss that hushed insult. He takes a look at her before stepping forward. ] Pardon me, Aranea. [ It is really the only warning that he gives her before he attempts to pick her up to carry her back to his makeshift clinic room. ] If you were this injured, I almost think it would have been better to have had someone bring you. It is by some blessing that you were able to make it here, wouldn't you agree?
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The opening of the door under hushed breath makes her bite any further insults. It was affectionate, promise. Aranea's tough exterior finally got the better of her and she cashed a check her ass couldn't check. Any attempts to pick her up at any way would get her fussing at him, she's a big girl — she can walk with her mistakes. ]
Uh uh uh. Nuh uh — no blessings, just, guh, gotta get patched up. I'm fine. [ lol what ] Well, will be. Just, where do you need me? Don't want to make your house look like a crime scene.
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If you would not like to make our house look like one, I would suggest you just bleed on me and not stagger your way to the appointed room. As nice as it is to have a blood trail to clean up, I'd rather only have to worry about my clothes, if you please, Aranea.
[ It is going to be ironically funny later when he gets the bloodstains out of his clothes only to have them end up ruined in a fight against Archer. Really, this is a series of unfortunate events that will be coming down the line.
In any case, if he's unable to convince her (or if he is), Kirei will lead down through the house to his own room. He makes a small gesture for her to sit on the bed with the various first aid already on the dresser. ] Honestly, if I knew this would all be needed, I would have attempted to move something more suitable in here. [ First aid items are one thing. So the partially-stripped bed will do. ]
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[ You get to carry her, congrats!! ]
Just, worry about now? Not what you could have done? It's not like I'm picky.
[ She literally just wants to get the gash on her hip healed so she can move around again. It's fire walking, every stretch of her abdomen bringing in a sharp pain snaking through her limbs. ]
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[ Kirei gives a half-hum as he walks into his bedroom that is now a makeshift clinic. ]
I shall worry about the now for if my mind wanders so may your life. [ He's funny. ] And so you may now enter where the magic shall happen. [ A step forward before he carefully sets her on the bed. ] Indeed, the magic of operating within one's means. Though, I am doubtful that you would appreciate an "abra kadabra" before I begin. But I can give a small prayer, if you like.
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[ YOUNG MAIDEN? GOD, DAMN IT. The groan carries on through his house and he'd be lucky if his roomies weren't awakened from it. ]
Wait — you actually have a sense of humor. [ Doesn't his God take that from him or something? She never met someone who was religious that didn't have a stick up their ass. She winces when he sets her down, her body leaning back a little to keep her side from stretching too much. Aranea quickly rolls up her shirt, showing pale flesh that was tattered with a clean cut through her hip, blood still pressed between her fingers as she holds her hands against it, keeping a compress when else she doesn't know what to do. ] Forget the prayer unless you need it — just, tell me how many stitches this may need?
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[ He looks over the injury with a quick glance before walking over to clean his hands off in the small water basin he has. Indeed, she's lucky to have not pass out before arriving at his door. His head gives a small tilt before he returns to her side, resting his hands over the wound. ]
I have a sense of humor. [ An added belated comment. His talent is in healing which he always finds hilarious in and of itself. Yes, he has a good sense of humor as he heals through the spirit through to the wound. At least, it will get the bleeding under control. ] Did you know that you can heal through anything with magic? However, there is a danger in doing so too quickly without allowing the spirit and mind to catch up to the physical recovery.
In short, without the spirit acknowledging that the injury is healed... that can be worse than the wound itself. [ And so he begins his chatting which seems to be merely giving an educational lesson. It is meant to distract as he has no means to dull the pain of having to sew up the injury itself. Another humorous thing to him -- distract from the pain of stitches and bandaging through monologue. ]
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[ Her words were strained, hissing out as he touches the wound. She's lost some blood, leaving her pants ruined and a gnarly scar to be had. As he chats her up, it would definitely change her focus. ]
P-Pretty sure the wound is still the problem.
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[ A half-jest since he is mixing the two. He stitches the injury closed as he keeps talking to her, occasionally adding in his own healing to make the process easier. His powers feel ... a little weaker and he notices it more now. Once he was capable of attaching an arm onto another with little issue, but a gash like this is proving troublesome for his magic. Something for him to think about. ]
The wound is becoming less and less of a problem. The present issue will be... avoiding injury in the future. [ A pointed look. ]
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[ There's a yelp that Rin probably would hear. :/ Because I'm a glutton. Your roomies suck, my dude. The pain was there, but she's use to it. She'd lie if she said this was the first time this has happened. ]
Yeah, yeah. I drank too much and did something stupid. That's it. I'm not still standing because I go begging to be impaled.
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[ Sounds about how sex would go with him. There is muffled monologuing. The person sounds annoyed and frustrated. The bed is a-rattling. It is the peak of sexual energy involving Kirei. ]
You should take care not to do that, Aranea. Though, I didn't take you as one that drank until good sense left them. [ Smooth jazz playing -- no. All the same, he is done. Frankenstein-mix of magic and actual medical skills, but she will live. ]
The next will be getting some ice for your face, because... it ruins your beauty to see it so banged up. [ A chuckle. ] Is probably what you would like me to say, but it just looks painful.