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Post by Resident Demonolater on Oct 25, 2018 1:25:29 GMT -6
"Nah, just a few harmless squiggles," reassured the doctor, finally taking the myriad of hints Catherine was giving her. Cheyenne was no expert at body language, or even bedside manner, but the discomfort in the Warden was hard to miss. Spell-shy was feeling like an understatement, whichbwas such a shame to someone who held the belief that magic made everything better. Everything. "This'll only take a few seconds, just be very..Still. I vaporized a mundane once on accident, but...You seem sturdy." Cheyenne stepped over to the examination field, and took a deep breath. With mechanical, practiced precision she traced the necessary runes to begin. Kenaz, laguz, ansuz, isa, and raidho, Knowledge, Flow, Insight, Amplification, and Travel at their basest, and a surgical scalpel to peel away the faucets of Life itself in the hands of Cheyenne. Unlike during Molly's exam her final gesture left her touching the runes, connecting her directly to the process.
It was a grave mistake.
Just like before the matrix surged, and enveloped its subject in its spectral glow, and just like before it immediately set about detailing every minsicle aspect it could with a ravenous hunger. Unlike before though the breakneck stream of information didn't simply pass through Cheyenne's mind before coalescing into a paper report, she was in effect a living conduit instead of a mere observer. Her skull exploded in pain as more information than humans were built to handle shot through it; she could feel everything - old broken bones, chipped teeth, wounds from blade, and claw. Her patient was a veritable gnarled mass of trauma physical, and mental, past, and present. Though no detail of the hows, or whens were in her perview it painted an unpleasant picture, scar tissue was rampant. Especially emotional.
There was such a powerfully distinct sense of deprivation, and exhaustion Cheyenne almost lost her footing as the exam drew to a close. When her hand finally pulled back from the grid, and the light withdrew from the Warden she felt..Older.
Slowly, and doing her best to conceal the amount of effort it now took, the healer walked back to her desk without a word. She collapsed into her chair, not even sparing Catherine a glance, and rubbed her temples. She couldn't shake the feeling of something being off, being wrong, Catherine didn't just register as run down, but..Dead. Half dead to be exact.
Cheyenne slumped over a little, her mind slowly returning to a sustainable pace. Thoughts were extremely difficult to hang on to right then, words more so, but she still managed to croak out her most pressing question."You're not entirely living, are you?"
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Post by Circe on Oct 26, 2018 13:57:17 GMT -6
"Harmless? You did what...?" Catherine asked suspiciously before the magic truly took hold. The only harmless magic she could think of was Rahal's ducks, and even then they could cause their own set of problems. Catherine was surprised that the other had even managed to get away with vaporizing a human, all things about the laws considered. Was this how they had gotten the good doctor as their new physician or did the other just not say anything when applying to the position? The Warden's mind reeled at the fact that the other still even had any license to speak of.
While her mind was briefly occupied with the consequences of an overly zealous physician, it was very quickly brought back to the now. As the magic surged across it's gulf and began it's work Catherine felt like her skin was on fire; and that whatever strange essence and voracious appeitite that the magic possessed would consume her by part if she were fortunate, and by whole if not. It took every modicum of control she had not to bolt from the exam; pain was a familiar friend, but rarely on this level.
"What in the hell was that Richter?!" The warden demanded in an accusatory tone once the exam had completed. But it seemed that her questions were going to go unanswered as the other woman was currently doing her best to not pass out. Catherine wasn't certain if this was a normal reaction or not, especially given how strange the magic had behaved.
Frowning, she instead took a seat in a chair across from Cheyenne and chose her next words carefully. "I'm going to assume you didn't actually read the security briefs given to you." Catherine observed. "And yes, I'm not entirely living. It doesn't usually matter."
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Nov 2, 2018 16:22:59 GMT -6
"It matters a lot when undergoing a magical procedure explicitly designed for the living only," replied Cheyenne. Catherine's status as a Dhampire, or quasi-Ghoul, or Wright's Daughter, or whatever she was made everything a lot more complicated. And dangerous. Had the Warden been a full on necromantically sustained being, like a vampire, she probably would've burst into flames from the exam, although judging from the woman's sudden hostile tone.."It hurt, didn't it? Shit, I apologize, if I had known I would've altered it, although I don't know if that would've helped much. You were sending an unreal level of arcane feedback. Felt like I was hooked up to a car battery." Cheyenne hadn't really expected that, not even after Catherine's impressive displays of power. Using ancient magic was one thing, but exuding was altogether different. And frightening.
Doing her best to focus, she pushed up from the desk with a rather grace-less grunt, and shuffled over to a stack of banker's boxes. This little snafu had really taken it out of her, but she still had a job -and a patient to deal with. "You're exhausted Warden," she stated quite flatly. It wasn't a quasi-question, or even an observation of how tired Catherine looked, it was a fact. The Warden didn't have enough rest, food, hydration, or..Something. The examination had pointed out another form of deprivation, almost like anemia. Hoisting the uppermost box off the top she continued, "like the you-should-be-dead....er, kind of exhausted." She slammed the box down onto the desk, an untold number of glass phials clanking about within. "Extreme self-deprivation is bad, mmkay? I've got something that'll help - for now, but you need to actually take care of yourself." She flipped the lid off, letting it hit the floor without giving a damn, and began rifling through its contents. Within a few seconds she pulled out a phial filled with a strange, almost florescent yellow liquid. The way it sloshed around in its container made it look rather viscous, and when Cheyenne pulled the stopper a heavy moss scent seeped out. It was not a pleasant beverage by any means, but it provided enough energy, and flooded the human body with enough magical-pep to keep a person going full steam for days on end. In the Warden's cause though it would give her a few hours of feeling like she just woke up from a great nap.
"Drink," Cheyenne ordered, offering the ever-more-pungent brew to her boss. "It won't do much for what I'm guessing is a..Half vampire? Or zombie, either way, but I'll perk you up a bit. Even clear out that headache you've been nursing for Gods know how long."
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Post by Circe on Nov 3, 2018 20:47:05 GMT -6
"And I was supposed to know that how?!" Catherine countered with. She had expected the doctor to have at least done some of her homework on the matter before even attempting the examination of her reluctant patient. "At least I didn't do what fucking Bronson did, and out right lie.." She added, finding herself lacking patience with the woman. She had cooperated hadn't she? Catherine could have made excuses to avoid the exam and Cheyenne, but she was trying; especially after the fiasco with Molly, and the problem that had created. "And yes.. it fucking hurt. What did you think it would do?" She snapped, still far from happy. Catherine didn't exactly want to spend her afternoon being consumed either by part or by whole by whatever strange magic the doctor had used.
Watching as Cheyenne struggled to regain her composure, Catherine's frown deepened. It seemed that Cheyenne's spell or magical matrix had been designed to draw on the subject's own magic and own metaphysical nature to provide the information it needed. Unfortunately, when it came to Catherine, it was drawing on the veil for clues about one of it's own living extensions. Sighing and rolling her eyes the Warden muttered something under her breath about idiotic mages and fae children before turning her attention back to the doctor who had unceremoniously dumped what looked like a cardboard file box in front of her on the desk. "Okay look, about the feedback...it has to do with the veil and it can't exactly be helped all things considered." She apologized. This was going to be the best and possibly only form of apology the doctor would get out of the warden. Catherine's intent wasn't to avoid directly explaining or answering, except that the cyclical nature of it had almost been ingrained from her time among the fae. Cheyenne was just going to have to figure out how to navigate it if she intended to deal further with Catherine.
"First guess is right..." The Warden confirmed looking at the vial the other had produced from the bowels of the box that Cheyenne had so expeditiously produced with trepidation. Catherine wasn't in the business of accepting vials of strange liquid produced from even stranger boxes by equally strange women. "And for Christ's sake, it's not self-deprivation... and if you would actually check the records given to you, if they even gave you any; you'd see the Council has me bound seven ways from Sunday. It's a fact of life, some individuals hands are forced in the matter." Catherine chastised Cheyenne. The woman seemed lacking in knowledge about the patients she was supposed to be treating, and that was just as dangerous as Catherine's earlier failure to disclose important information.
"But whatever that is.. I think I'll pass."
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Nov 3, 2018 22:19:43 GMT -6
"It's usually a pleasant feeling actually, not pain," sighed the healer. Catastrophes aside her exam had never hurt anyone before, and in truth the fact that it did left her feeling extremely insecure, forcing her to stop, and take a breath to keep it hidden. She quite possibly could've killed her new boss, and most assuredly made the woman'a day a fair bit more grating. Mostly though it left her wondering "what else don't I know about my own runes?" In truth writing, and using them was about her limited; the whole procedure was ingrained in her more like a recipe than anything. "Again, I apologize Warden. Had I known.."
Cheyenne's expression softened a little, compassion starting to outweigh her own exam-induced aches, and pains.
"The Veil, huh?" She inquired. Unlike most mages of her general tier Cheyenne didn't have much knowledge in Magical Theory. She knew about the Veil, albeit in a rudimentary, primitive sort of way, complete with religious overtones. "That would explain it, it felt..Ever nerve I had felt..Alive. Like I was hooked up to anything, and, well, everything.." she trailed off, gazing into her philter absently. The exam did indeed use its patient's own essence as a sort of backdoor, because perhaps unsurprisingly turning a mirror around, so to speak, was easier than trying to figure out a living being from scratch. It wasn't, however, supposed to do that. Her mentor's didn't after all, but that woman had more than talent, more than knowledge.
She drifted back into focus just in time to catch Catherine's refusal of her potion, [/i]"Figures,"[/i] she thought. She couldn't really blame the woman though, considering her now 0-2 on not maiming her patients with "harmless procedures." Never one to take rejection lightly Cheyenne gave the Warden a glare of her own, and proceeded to knock back the entire brew in one dramatic motion. "It really won't kill you, I might be no expert on..'Dhampires'? Right? Guess I can't use 'moroi' then, yes? Anyway," she fished another vial of the same yellow substance, and popped the quark out again. "I'm not sure what of you they've banned, but it is self-deprivation. You are nearing a health crisis, Warden! Why, if I'm interpreting things right you haven't fed i-.." She cut herself off, glare melting in to a grin.
"Right, my bad." Without another word she yanked a desk drawer open, exposing a mish-mash of loose medical utensils. She snatched up the only scalpel, a dusty old thing that looked like it may have seen use once, and shallowly sliced her left palm. It wasn't fluidly, and she winced a little, but never the less she figured it would make a strange potion a little more to any sane Dhampire, and managed to guide a weak trickle of blood to the phlail. "That'll add some flavour, and being freely given, and all, improve the rune-etchings."
She offered a drink to Catherine again, this time damn near shoving it under the other woman's nose. "Drink up."
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Post by Circe on Nov 4, 2018 17:40:20 GMT -6
"It does that to some." Catherine confirmed. In her opinion Cheyenne was lucky to not have gone insane from the little incident. Those who weren't accustomed to the conditions the veil demanded, often lost their minds; either from the sheer power being fed through whatever conduit they had connected with, or the memory of touching the magic. Afterwards, many swore against magic in all its forms, and others became like an addict seeking a fix; doing any and everything possible to have it or use it. But those who were born of it, connected in ways many mages and scholars thought not possible, did not experience these desires.
"You don't seem much of an expert on anything Richter." The warden drawled. Cheyenne at best seemed somewhat knowledgable, but bumbling. 'What the hell did I do to deserve this?' She thought with exasperation. Dallas seemed to lately be the Council's favored clearing house for anyone they deemed to not fit neatly into their mold of the ideal officer.
The woman seemed to be talking at a mile a minute pace still, her thoughts clearly scattered and mind jumping from one thread to the other without the inherent concern for connection. "Those terms are somewhat interchangable.. but I would prefer you use neither." Catherine added, her expression darkening significantly. Cheyenne had hit another sore spot for the other woman, who had as far as she was concerned was doing perfectly fine with her current diet of choice.
But Cheyenne seemed oblivious to the dangers she was bringing onto herself by her most recent decision. Slitting open her palm, not only had been foolish, but then shoving the vial under the nose of her patient even more so. "Freely given? It is not wise to tempt me so Dr. Richter." Catherine growled as she took the vial from Cheyenne and tossed it aside, where it landed with a dull and hollow clink on the floor.
Instead, she rose from her seat and before the other knew it, was standing looming over the doctor the slit palm held tightly. "I would advise you to not offer that which you do not want to give."
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Nov 5, 2018 13:46:24 GMT -6
The mistake was in the insult, and where normally if what was essentially an apex predator grabbed her by the hand, spewed thinly veiled threats, and stared her down so murderously she would've run, she didn't budge. Instead she grit her teeth, practically biting her tongue to keep from yelping in surprise when Catherine moved so quickly. It didn't help that by the time her vision could refocus the Warden was right there, sending her half-pale in fight, or flight. The other woman's grip made the latter impossible, so indignation, and fight were the clear winners. "Excuse you, Warden?" she hissed, doing her best to hide having been stunned for a moment. "Would you like to stand around all day, powering just shy of a thousand runes strung together, and occasionally use it to deconstruct people's essence?"
Finding her courage the shaman finally risked eye contact, but the death glare she attempted was a little hard to pull off. "Since it's such an entry tier journeyman's job apparently!" She was just getting started though, the Warden's overt aggression has triggered a sort of predatory response of Cheyenne's own. "Tu esti moroi Warden, if you somehow haven't noticed by now, and that means.." Her eyes narrowed as she spoke, and instead of trying to uselessly pull away from her capture she went for the power move. Cheyenne stepped in closer, brazenly invading her boss' personal space. "You need blood, mine's as good as any, and yes, every last blessed drop short of what I need to live is freely given to your discretion."
She decided to struggle against Catherine's grip now, trying rather insanely to drag her sliced palm back towards the Dhampire. Showing fear was not an option with this patient.
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Post by Circe on Nov 5, 2018 19:14:23 GMT -6
As far as Catherine was concerned, Cheyenne was doing a poor job of hiding her fear. "Really? Is that what you do?" The warden asked, grip tightening on Cheyenne's wrist as the woman struggled. It wouldn't do Cheyenne much good, the other's grip was an iron like vice. "Because I don't think you're very good at it." She added leaning forward slightly and meeting the doctor's glare unflinchingly. While Cheyenne wasn't outwardly showing fear, Catherine could easily sense that the woman's mind was running a mile a minute. It was either the effects of the magic wearing off slowly, or the fear that the woman was trying so unsuccessfully to quell.
"Serios acum, Richter?" Catherine commented after a moment, mildly amused. "Why don't you tell me something that I, in my 1500 years of life have not known." She goaded. If Cheyenne was going to throw herself into Catherine's personal space then she deserved what she got. As she shoved the cut hand closer, Catherine grabbed the other by the jaw with her other hand and held the woman tight with frigid fingers. Tilting the others neck to expose the veins of the throat "Is this what you want Cheyenne?" She cautioned, smiling at the doctor with a vicious grin as she surveyed the lay of things. Her mouth appeared to be too full of frighteningly sharp teeth, and for a moment the glamour the Warden wore flickered.
Glimpses of a much younger woman could be seen, flickering in and out with a ghost like tendency. "To offer yourself?" Catherine asked again. Instead of giving Cheyenne a chance to respond, the Warden moved with the same ungodly speed as earlier. Instead of taking the blood from Cheyenne's hand, she took a sharp claw like nail and drug it through the tender flesh of the woman's neck, exposing tissue and vein. From this Catherine drank, taking enough blood to leave the other faint and dizzy.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Nov 5, 2018 23:58:51 GMT -6
Resistance was pointless, her arms were like steel girders, and each finger a bar in a cell door. At first Cheyenne's struggling was subconscious, unavoidable survival reactions as Catherine goaded her, each taunt a little more offensive than the last, but she gave up quickly. No, she doesn't need the satisfaction. Doing her best to keep calm, she slowed her breathing, and went limp, all while keeping eye contact with her captor. Unfortunately all that did was give her a front row view to the Dhampire's faultering glamour. Everything about this was suddenly very, very wrong. She really hadn't pegged the other woman as so forward, so aggressive, but what was under that illusionary screen?
The Catherine she met was annoyed, clearly easy to anger, and above all a woman full of stress, but all in all her humanity was intact. Empathy, compassion, restraint, that Catherine had them, albeit burried under the surface. The monster she was catching glimpses of, though? No compassion, no concern for any other creature's needs, or wants in its eyes, just sadism, and hunger.
It was feral. It was beautiful.
She still didn't plan to tap out, mustering all of her strength to keep trading verbal blows came naturally. "If it's what it takes to keep you from a protracted suicide," she started, but the Warden's icy claw cut her short. She hissed in pain as the other woman manipulated her head, most likely uncaring. "Is that really nessicary?" Panted Cheyenne, an inkling of fear finally cracking in her voice. "I've got a perfectly good cut on my hand, just fo-" Catherine's cruel fangs tore through her with abandon, leaving her literally breathless now. The initial blast of pain made her knees buckle, and on involuntary instinct she clung to the Warden, free arm meekly around the other's shoulders. Panicked she tried to tear herself away, only managing to impale herself further, flooding herself with a second wave of agony, and pleasure.
There was no mistaking it. It was a feeling beyond mere endorphins, and deeper than some previously latent masochism.
There was an undercurrent to the pain of a Vampire's bite, and it was hit Cheyenne hard, very hard. Like a twisted, broken form of submission, and it felt like freedom. Numb, irrepressed freedom. All she'd have to do is give her blood, and give, and give. She couldn't tell the difference in feeling between losing her blood to Catherine, and loosing herself in the feeling. Luckily for her though, it stopped before she could get utterly swept away in it. She was flush, and weak - fragile almost, and weaved as she attempted to make eye contact again.
"That make you feel better, Warden?" Her eyes were so heavily lidded she could barely see. "Maybe you won't be so opposed to a healthy diet after all."
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Post by Circe on Nov 6, 2018 18:36:12 GMT -6
"Taci.." She muttered as she pulled back and let go, dropping Cheyenne to the floor. This was most assuredly not her proudest moment, and the fact that she had allowed the other to goad her into it was humiliating in the extreme. Catherine knew she had better control than she had demonstrated, and the only saving grace from this incident was she hadn't bled Cheyenne dry or coated the walls in the doctor's blood.
While Cheyenne lay on the floor, drifting through her own thoughts, Catherine couldn't help but feel slightly nauseated. How long had it even been since she'd allowed herself to even consume that much blood? Usually it was a little here or there, but with a largely human diet. Pausing for a moment, she sifted through her own thoughts, and tried to determine where she'd allowed herself to even enter that all too frightening mental space that had lead her there. Most times she had what she considered excellent control, even in the face of vampires like Isis goading her. Unfortunately, Cheyenne had seen through Catherine's own tactics in policing herself and exploited them in some fashion or another.
Sighing and running a hand through her hair, Catherine dragged her reluctant mind back to the present situation. "This... did not happen. We are not going to discuss this further." She mumbled to herself more than the half comatose Cheyenne.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Nov 6, 2018 22:34:35 GMT -6
Cheyenne hit the hard, tiled floor like a half empty sack of grain, the indignity of being just tossed aside didn't even register though. She just immediately crumpled in on herself resulting in a kneeling position, both totally unable, and unwilling to move her extremities while her mind reeled. Suddenly, despite her heart still thundering in fear, and intoxication, everything was extremely dulled, her sight, her ears - everything save of course the gash in her neck. That throbbed, and itched, and if she just zoned out a little, just rode it, Catherine's hungered breath echoed across the entirety of her neck. It made her shiver, but not entirely out of fear.
"What in all of Odin's travels, Richter!"
The entire situation was so bizarre, so removed what she had expected, or was equipped to deal with. Supernatural strength aside, no man, woman, or non-binary person had ever rendered her innert. No one ever took the upperhand. Cheyenne was always in control, no matter what it took whether a position of power, charm, force of will, or just being paid to be - she never slipped. Not like this. Almost every faucet of her persona had been carefully constructed to keep her safe, prevent her from being weak, and exposed. Yet here she was, hung up on the aftershock's of being living food, on her knees.
Somewhere in the back of her mind an intense hatred of the Warden began to smolder, and yet it was far from pure. Something else, something worse was twisted up with it.
Catherine's voice drew her back to the present though - It was louder now somehow, clearer. Pushing herself up onto unsteady legs she shook her head in disagreement, sending a fresh trickle of blood down her neck. It was so warm compared to her skin. "Oh, we'll be speaking of something alright," she tried to sound forceful, but was far to hoarse, and stumbley."You still need..Need, you know..blood. Or will need. It's a thing, and you need to start incorporating it, it..Fuck!" Her knees buckled as she caught the other woman's distant gaze. To Cheyenne she was still flickering between young, and old, human, and predator. The fanged, toying creature beneath the spell was burned into her eyes. Collapsing back to her knees she huffed, the sense of powerlessness driving her closer to tears. She had to win control back, no matter what, and the Warden seemed just as shook.
"Get used to it," she threatened, a joke of an action in her state. "Or I'll..I'll make you do this all over again.."
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Post by Circe on Nov 7, 2018 21:37:19 GMT -6
For a brief moment Catherine's mouth twisted into an expression of disgust as Cheyenne mentioned the continuing need. It was something that she didn't want to dwell on, for even a short period of time. Undoubtedly this incident would come up at a later date, and she was not looking forward to discussing it. For as long as she was able to remember and up until fairly recently, Catherine had done relatively well at keeping everything in check. "No," She started to say turning her attention back to where Cheyenne sat slumped in the corner. "It was a mistake on both our parts."
The vague feeling seemed be beginning to pass, only to be replaced with a feeling of sluggish fullness that passed back and forth between nausea and a too full feeling. While she could argue that it was an unpleasant feeling, she could also likely find herself arguing for it being just the opposite. 'Damn it, why did you have to go and fuck it up? You could have walked away, but you didn't.. did you?' She thought to herself as she tried to think how best to deal with Richter now. Previously the other had been annoying, yes, but seemed to have taken some sort of sadistic delight at provoking her after all was said and done. 'You could have said you just finished back to back shifts... you could have done what Bronson did.. not that it would have done a bit of good.' Catherine continued to think, as her thoughts began to run away from her.
The issue with Molly had been one thing, and now this. To top it all off her glamour appeared to be malfunctioning and she wasn't even the one who had cast it to begin with. Illusionary and deceptive magics while within the scope of possibility for her to attempt, weren't something she had much experience with. "And I wouldn't advise that Dr. Richter, next time you might not be so lucky." Catherine suggested before leaving the doctor to her own devices.
After this, it was more than likely that the two would be giving one another an extremely wide berth. Catherine wary of the woman's magic and ability to goad her into things she was not proud of, and the other's likely extreme caution resulting from this one chance encounter were everything that could go wrong had.
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Post by demikara on Nov 10, 2018 17:16:08 GMT -6
Evaline had heard that the specialists finally had a doctor for themselves and was entirely too pleased. The less she had to deal with Dumitrescu the better. Still, she had thought to warn the good doctor of the challenges of working with the very special team of specialists, so she made her way on to the new doctor's office, just missing seeing Catherine turn the corner. Following faithfully behind her was Rufus, of course. She simply had to introduce him to this new fellow. The ME turned the corner into the doctor's office and paused for only a second as she took in the scene.
"Rufus, get the first aid kit." She ordered and moved to the woman's side. She checked the neck carefully, cataloging systems rapidly. "It'll be alright sweetie. My name is Evaline Baird. I'm a doctor and I'm here to help." It was said earnestly and Rufus appeared next to Evaline as if by magic, the first aid kit in hand, already open and ready for Evaline to select what she needed. She pulled out gauze from the kit and pressed it against the woman's neck, applying light pressure. "Rufus, her hand. Staunch the flow." They could worry about disinfecting it another time. For now, the woman needed the bleeding to stop at least. "Miss, can you tell me what happened?"
The fact that something had happened in the MCU building was not good. It either meant someone had snuck in, which could be a disaster, or one of her co-workers had attacked this poor woman. And despite her gentle tone, she had a good feeling that the other had been attacked. She looked pale at least, though there wasn't much blood on the floor. A few drops, but not enough to actually account for the pallor of her patient.
Rufus obediently took some gauze out himself and began to clean up her wound with it, wiping it clean, and then pressing the gauze against it when the blood still flowed. He was well trained in first aid and most medical matters really.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Jan 2, 2019 13:14:31 GMT -6
Cheyenne was still too out of it to notice her office door swing open again, which was probably a blessing. As Baird entered her mind was still swimming from Catherine's admittedly provoked attack, and the shaman very well may have had a heart attack fearing it was the Dhampire returning to make good on her threats. Those she hadn't expected, though why even she couldn't fathom, the Warden was for all intents, and purposes a very dangerous creature, and of a type not known for their mercy, but it still shook her. Badly. The frightening sight of Catherine's failing glamour, each, and every one of those impossibly long, and jagged fangs was still burning its way deep in to her mind. It wasn't something she'd ever forget, every little detail of the attack would be permanent right down to the other woman's hot, heavy breath on her neck.
Worse still was the immediate, but minor pang that wracked her body at the thought, and sent a chill down her spine. A gnawing need to match the creature's own hunger, but not to take, no. To give..
What the fuck did you get yourself in to Richter?
Baird's sudden approach, and firm, but reassuring words drew her back to reality in a snap, and Cheyenne's eyes switched from glazed, and vacant to at least somewhat there. It still took her a moment to process what was happening, but by the time a man was at her neck with gauze she'd pieced it together. The stinging sensation helped keep her focused. "By the Gods," she groaned, her voice weak, but undeniably filled with piss, and vinegar. "Get off me, I'm fine." She immediately moved to stand, hoping to shoo this "doctor", and what she assumed was an intern away, but it backfired. Half way erect her knees buckled, her legs wobbled, and she crashed back to the cheap tile floor, smacking her head against the solid wooden desk in the process. "Fuck me.."
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Post by demikara on Jan 2, 2019 20:11:30 GMT -6
Rufus acted first and caught Cheyenne before her head could hit the floor again. Baird frowned darkly and looked to Rufus. "Lock her down, Rufus. She doesn't need to be standing." She would have her familiar enforce it too. With the new injury, Baird examined her head and checked on her pupils, pulling a penlight from her coat pocket and shining it in Cheyenne's eyes to check dilation. A probable concussion and definitely needed stitches at the head would d. She fished for a wad of gauze and pressed it to Cheyenne's latest wound.
"Miss, you need to stay down while I help, okay? I suspect you've lost enough blood to be in trouble." She checked Cheyenne's pulse as well, and frowned. It was slow, perhaps from low blood pressure. The question was, where did the blood go?
Baird checked on the head wound again and hissing. She pulled bandages and antiseptic wipes out of the first aid kit herself and examined the cut on Cheyenne's hand closer. "This needs stitches." And she could do that. "I can do it here, or I can get you to one of the surgery suites. Your choice." She knew how maddening working with anyone in MCU was. If she wanted cooperation, she had to offer choices. She checked the cut on her neck and hissed. "This needs stitches too. It's coagulating already, so I'm assuming vampire saliva, but you need stitches at all three sites."
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