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expiationlogs2024-04-10 12:19 pm
baldrshand) wrote in expiationlogs2024-04-10 12:19 pm
The pieces of April
Who: Ethlyn and thee (prior to snek plague)
Where: Various places in Aldrip
What: Local(?) woman is confused and irritated about it
Warnings: None!
1. Healer, get thyself together
[It was strange enough waking up in a house that seemed to be made of squares and triangles, all white with steel appliances on the inside. But what's even more unsettling is what Ethlyn sees when she returns to the familiar grounds of the Willow Clinic. Why? Because they are familiar. It's as though someone picked up the farmhouse and the gardens around it, willow and all, and plopped it down in the middle of a modern city block.
There’s a shelf full of medical books and every book is full of ribbons. She can almost remember putting them there.]
I was a healer… [she closes her eyes.] I am a healer. That’s right. I know what these are. [She takes another look at a ribboned page and falls into a mutter.] Actually, I’m not so sure about the jejunum... that sounds like some foreign fruit.
[Wait. Wait that was the bell over the door.]
Oh! Hello, sorry!
2. Memories, rising from the pavement
[Deirdre. Sigurd. Leonster. Thracia.
She’s sitting at a table in the public library with a notebook and loose leaves scattered around her, trying to sort out which is which. On one page is a sketch of a sword, and a list of names–to a casual glance by a modern person, all looking like they’re about 800 years old. She’s trying to identify them. “Quan = husband” is one entry. The rest are covered with smudges and the tapping of a pen.
Finally she sighs and leans back in her chair, pushing her hands through her hair.]
What a coward I’ve been.
3. We want YOU
[Well. Whether or not she is Ethlyn the busy widow or Ethlyn the lady and battlefield healer, the Arztenritter exists and needs to be rebuilt. Right now it’s herself, Marianne, Emet-selch, and Minato… she’s… pretty sure. She isn’t entirely.
But she’s out and about around the city, on a horse named Venture, with a load of rolled-up posters in her saddlebag. Whenever she spots the outside of a likely-looking building, she’ll hop off with a hammer and nails and starts putting it up.
She found the posters in the storage closet of the clinic. Possibly they were made by someone with a passion for graphic design.]
Right. This ought to be eye-catching enough.
4. Wildcard
[If none of these suit, feel free to make up your own or plot something out with me! I'm in game disco, on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
compassinks, or open to PMs.]
Where: Various places in Aldrip
What: Local(?) woman is confused and irritated about it
Warnings: None!
1. Healer, get thyself together
[It was strange enough waking up in a house that seemed to be made of squares and triangles, all white with steel appliances on the inside. But what's even more unsettling is what Ethlyn sees when she returns to the familiar grounds of the Willow Clinic. Why? Because they are familiar. It's as though someone picked up the farmhouse and the gardens around it, willow and all, and plopped it down in the middle of a modern city block.
There’s a shelf full of medical books and every book is full of ribbons. She can almost remember putting them there.]
I was a healer… [she closes her eyes.] I am a healer. That’s right. I know what these are. [She takes another look at a ribboned page and falls into a mutter.] Actually, I’m not so sure about the jejunum... that sounds like some foreign fruit.
[Wait. Wait that was the bell over the door.]
Oh! Hello, sorry!
2. Memories, rising from the pavement
[Deirdre. Sigurd. Leonster. Thracia.
She’s sitting at a table in the public library with a notebook and loose leaves scattered around her, trying to sort out which is which. On one page is a sketch of a sword, and a list of names–to a casual glance by a modern person, all looking like they’re about 800 years old. She’s trying to identify them. “Quan = husband” is one entry. The rest are covered with smudges and the tapping of a pen.
Finally she sighs and leans back in her chair, pushing her hands through her hair.]
What a coward I’ve been.
3. We want YOU
[Well. Whether or not she is Ethlyn the busy widow or Ethlyn the lady and battlefield healer, the Arztenritter exists and needs to be rebuilt. Right now it’s herself, Marianne, Emet-selch, and Minato… she’s… pretty sure. She isn’t entirely.
But she’s out and about around the city, on a horse named Venture, with a load of rolled-up posters in her saddlebag. Whenever she spots the outside of a likely-looking building, she’ll hop off with a hammer and nails and starts putting it up.
She found the posters in the storage closet of the clinic. Possibly they were made by someone with a passion for graphic design.]
Right. This ought to be eye-catching enough.
4. Wildcard
[If none of these suit, feel free to make up your own or plot something out with me! I'm in game disco, on plurk at
no subject
[Much like Sigurd spending hours in the training yard swinging his child-size sword and learning how to wear mail without complaining, she had spent hours looking at images of veins in the human body, learning how to mix plaster to set broken bones, arrowheads from pieces of meat until she could do it without opening the wound further--and, of course, needlework.]
My brother learned to lead the troops in battle and I learned to care for them when they were injured in our service. And I did the same for my husband when we married and I became part of his family.
It was difficult at first--keeping your head on straight during a battle is no easy feat. But it becomes much easier with practice. You get used to the sights and sounds--and the attitudes, as well.
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Marriage aside, Ethlyn can't possibly be much older than him. And yet, the manner in which she carries herself already speaks of several years of experience.
She must be someone who had to grow up very quickly. ]
That's true. Practice will always help.
[ He glances down at his Evoker, nestled in its holster at his waist. ]
I wasn't a battlefield healer. But when someone was hurt, sometimes it was my job to heal them.
[ It was something only he could do, given his ability to juggle several different Personas all with various abilities. ]
It was all magic though. That's why I don't really know any anatomy.
no subject
Mm... it's a similar story for me. I knew some, but the level of knowledge on my world--we knew what the major bones were, and the more obvious organs. But while my magic staff can cleanse and heal a wound so that it doesn't become infected, I had no idea that infections are caused by germs. [She walks over to the bookshelf and runs a finger along the spines.] It felt like I was learning from scratch, as though my years of training hadn't happened.
[Ah, here. She selects a text that should be fairly entry-level.]
Start with this one. It will help you understand what the magic was working on when you used it.
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Minato's gaze tracks Ethlyn as she inspects the bookshelf. He shuffles over to her, accepting the tome she hands to him. It's a basic compendium of the body, more of a dictionary than a more specialized text. ]
Okay. Thanks, Ethlyn.
[ He tucks it under an arm before glancing back at her. He recalls her putting out the message on the network, the place where their paths initially crossed, with a message that announced she was from a time before electricity became commonplace. If that's the case, she must have read a lot to gain a better understanding of how her magic interacted with wounds.
He'll have to study hard too so he can be more helpful around the clinic. ]
...I hope I can help more soon.
[ It's all he knows, stepping up to fill whatever niche was needed. ]