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Post by Edmund Egon on Jun 28, 2018 17:08:27 GMT -4
Edmund Egon Egon Heir
The heart of Twilight Town, Market Street, had grown in activity since the battle with the Dark Hide. Countless more wounded were either being healed where they stood, or escorted to the town's makeshift infirmary for the more serious cases. Even still, more lay dead within the rubble the battle had left behind. With the added chaos of the aftermath, and still more refugees unaccounted for, it had made it all the easier for Edmund to find victims for him to drain without any prying eyes. It was for that reason that he was in such good health today, as he walked through an alleyway with barely any aid from his walking cane.
It would be rather inconvenient if anyone found out about how dangerous he was, so for his first few days in Twilight Town, he had done his best to keep to himself, but he hadn't forgotten his deal with Ciraph. It was time he started to make good on his word, after the dragon had been so kind as to bring him up to speed with all this heartless and nobodies business. It was a lot to grasp so soon, but regardless, his task was to watch the other refugees, and be Ciraph's 'eyes and ears', as that dragon put it.
He stopped at the end of the alleyway, overlooking the rest of tram common and the refugees that occupied it. He was simply one face among many, and therefore would like not draw much attention to himself. His hand glided over one of his coat pockets, finding relief in the small black case still present there. He then examined the handle of his cane, and looped the wristcord securely around his arm as he brought out a notebook and began flipping through it, subtly glancing up from it to watch the activities of the other refugees as he read through it. He wasn't entirely sure what he should be looking for, but if anyone revealed anything interesting, he would take note of it in his pocket book.
The nature of survival often stated that carnage was an opportunity as much as it was a tragedy.
More had fallen than the guardians of this world may have liked when the dark beast appeared, and many more had been gravely injured. There were calls for those who could heal, whether inherently or with materia, to help the survivors, and many more people mourning the fallen they cared for. But many laid, seemingly forgotten.
It was from those that Jaeh would be taking the power to save from, and at the moment, she was leaning over her sixth body for the day. Fortunately, the blood hadn’t spoiled, and she watched her syringes fill with crimson, a lazy smile on her face.
“You didn’t fall for naught, you’ll help a lot of people!That should do it.”
The device withdrew from the corpse, clicking back into place, and she tapped the glass to make sure all was well, blood sloshing around inside. There had to be enough to last her a few subjects, about four syringes full, with two left to transfer her own blood. But as she began to walk out of the rubble where her latest donor laid, she found herself stumbling, catching herself on the wall, and her breath left her. Already, another batch of other blood was converting in her, and it was taking a toll on her physically.
She hadn’t collapsed entirely, but she was pushing herself a lot more than she typically cared for. With a low curse, she pushed herself up slowly, and began walking back slowly to the infirmary, checking once again to make sure none of her precious blood spilled as she passed a young man with a cane. She paid him no mind, too focused on what she had, not realizing in her exhaustion how apparent what she was holding was.
a little taste to fix me up; just to make the shaking stop.
Post by Edmund Egon on Sept 17, 2018 17:49:37 GMT -4
Edmund Egon Egon Heir
Edmund paused from reading his notebook to glance up as a young lady with blonde hair stumbled by carrying some sort of device with vials that was unmistakably filled with blood. Edmund raised an eyebrow at the sight, and as he looked the girl up and down he noticed she seemed to be covered in scars, but for what reason he couldn't be sure. He pushed off the wall he had been leaning against and walked up beside her, observing that she seemed a bit worse for wear.
"Are you alright, miss?" The thought occurred to him that he could help support her arm so she could walk more easily, but he paused at the idea of touching her, and decided against it, "What... interesting equipment you have there. I've never seen anything like it."
His voice was quiet, almost a low mumble with a slight crack as though he didn't use his voice often. He observed her through a calm gaze, but he was genuinely curious about the girl, or more specifically what she carried with her. And what she planned to do with that blood was an even bigger question he wanted answered, but he couldn't be too pushy, he was a stranger after all. He took one small moment to glance around, worried that this girl's strangeness would draw attention their way.
Post by Jaeh Cruor on Sept 19, 2018 5:05:24 GMT -4
The sound of a voice addressing her caught her by surprise, and she jumped slightly, stumbling in a crack in the road with the jolt. She caught herself, eyes wide as she checked to make sure all was well, and sighed in relief that none of her precious treasure had been spilled. With that priority out of the way, the next point of order was the stranger looking at, and she smiled brightly as she stood up, straightening out her clothes with a brush.
"I'm quite alright, thank you for asking. Just a little... Weary from the process... Oh! You like what I have? I'm trying to help the injured, and I've been getting what I need! Oh! Don't worry, this is fine, it helps people. I- Um- Oh dear, what was I going to say..."
There was another wave of fatigue, and she wavered for a step, back towards the wall, as her vision swam momentarily. She must have injected more than she was used to, it wasn't often she felt this nauseous from it. Still, she kept her smile and stood up again, legs shaking a little bit this time.
"I don't have far to go, but I... I might have overdone it a little bit. Do you mind if I just sit here and talk for a bit? Sitting alone is so boring, and not many people react well to me carrying all this liquid treasure here."
She took this chance to slump against the wall, sighing as she let her head lean back.
"Hurry uuup."
a little taste to fix me up; just to make the shaking stop.
Post by Edmund Egon on Sept 29, 2018 2:42:44 GMT -4
Edmund Egon Egon Heir
Edmund's quiet approach seemed to have caught the girl off guard as she jumped at the sound of his voice. His reaction to her surprise was quite mild, simply blinking as he watched her check the vials in her arms. She looked up after ensuring everything was in order, and she immediately smiled up at him. She explained how she had been collecting all this blood in order to help the injured; from a medical standpoint, Edmund understood this, injured patients needed to have more blood pumped into them if they lost too much. Though if she was feeling weary, Edmund wondered if that meant those vials were all her blood. However, considering the amount she carried, he reasoned that she wouldn't still be conscious had she lost that much.
Whatever the case, the process obviously had taken a lot out of her, as she stumbled back from another wave of fatigue. He didn't budge an inch as she caught herself on the wall, both his hands safely stowed into his coat pockets and bundled under a pair of gloves. After a few moments she stood once again, somehow still cheery despite her obviously overworked state. Rather than asking for help, she simply asked for permission to sit and talk to him. He watched her passively for a moment, before closing his eyes momentarily and responding quietly, "Sure." He shifted to stand beside her as she slumped down, realizing that it would look bad if he just continued standing over her as he had been. He simply leaned against the wall, scuffing one of his shoes against the brick as he cast a glance her way again.
"May I ask who's blood that belongs to? It can't all be yours, a normal person would have collapsed already." Though he was trying to remain polite and appear kind, he couldn't help but state his observations as he saw them, curious as to what her explanation would be. As he glanced away from her, he did catch a few gazes from other refugees eyeing them both. He supposed a bundles of blood vials would turn some heads, but there wasn't anything strange about them beyond that. At least where he was from, blood transfusions were common practice, but perhaps that was different here. He found himself analyzing the level of technology, or at least the ruins thereof, around Twilight Town, trying to puzzle it out for himself. Surely they had been advanced enough to have trains and electricity, medical technology would have to be of an equal level, the way he saw it. Whether that meant they were as advanced as Tamnia, however, was another question altogether.
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