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Doctor Faust ([personal profile] wanderingdoctorfaust) wrote in [community profile] lifeaftr2019-07-11 03:35 pm

[OPEN] Press 'E' To Call For A Medic!

Who: Doctor Faust ([personal profile] wanderingdoctorfaust) and everybody else brave enough to come within thirty feet of him!
What: Cleaning acid burns, writing to-do lists, perhaps receiving visitors?
When: Backdated to June 26th
Where: The Ensō Clinic & Infirmary (located on square B6)
Warnings: May contain trace amounts of medical malpractice (please mark your content warnings!)



The events of the past week have proven...interesting, to put it mildly. Mind and body alike were swapped, a particularly horrifying construct menaced the local populace, and a god they didn't even know was incomplete has been restored to their former greatness. The implications given by all of these extraordinary events are beyond astounding, and as such, time should be set aside and dedicated to studying and understanding them as soon as possible!

...at least, that is what the good doctor wants to believe, but frankly? He just spent a week and a bit navigating through the isles whilst controlling a stranger's body (deprived of his long-mastered abilities, no less!), had to fight an acid-spitting eldritch horror with naught but a weird sledgehammer and heartburn-inducing flame breath, and worst of all had to witness someone else waltzing around in his body with no concern for the consequences of his face being seen. So Faust might be just the slightest bit cranky.

As such, he'll endure the multitude of aneurysms he's most likely going to suffer from trying to process everything that's happened later; right now, he has an understaffed and ill-equipped clinic that is about to experience an influx of patients. After all, it's not like people are just going to sit at home ignoring the pain instead of seeking medical help, right?

Regardless, he won't be at the reception desk when you come in - Mini-Faust is currently commandeering it instead, though he's only able to spare a distracted half-wave, too busy swinging around a small stick like a wannabe Shaolin monk. Faust himself is likely inside the supply room, judging by the concerned 'hrm's and 'argh's and muttered curses of frustration coming from within. Welcome to the clinic!
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[personal profile] triggerhappytraitor 2019-07-26 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Acid burns?" Tachibana repeated, blinking a few times (as Garren excitedly waved his arms at Mini before mimic a Serious Posture holding an invisible stick to mimic some of the staff-fighting moves he had seen his Slammer do in a few sparring sessions.)

"The hell happened?"
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[personal profile] triggerhappytraitor 2019-08-03 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Garren similarly covers the mouth of his mask with his tiny gloved hands, a small gasp escaping him.

Tachibana blinks once. Then blinks again. Before a small huff of amusement escapes him and he shakes his head, leaning down to pick up the stick. "You need to make sure you have a solid grip on it, when you're wielding something like this," he gently admonished Mini with a faint smile. "Garren, you can show him how, right?"

The tiny armored pog nodded enthusiastically, flashing a victory sign before reaching out to take the stick from his Slammer to demonstrate.
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[personal profile] triggerhappytraitor 2019-08-06 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Garren doesn't keep the stick long, just long enough to make sure Mini sees how he's holding it and how to keep that firm grip. Then he holds it out to Mini, nodding enthusiastically for his friend to try. A good teacher makes sure their student gets to practice, after all! He'll watch intently and correct any mistakes Mini is making, but the last thing he wants to do it keep his friend from his toy weapon!

Tachibana chuckled softly. "Children and those like them always find a way," he remarked, looking over at the pair with definite fondness before refocusing his attention.

"I can see if there any of the herbs I'm familiar with around," he offered. Building up a supply and possibly even cultivating the herbs that Galen made his trade of was something that he should have thought of earlier, in all honesty. But other distractions and concerns had derailed that.