Jet
Uncultured
Lucian paced when acutely annoying employees exchanged vapid words, tuning them out until the wounded group approached, covered in blood. Lucien snapped from thoughts when they approached, screaming "Vanessa!" as eyes popped, and rushing to meet them he bemoaned "Why are you wounded? Richard will have a meltdown!"
Marching through members who surrounded Vanessa, Lucien barked "Get back you fools" before examining her wound. A solemn moment passed as blood gushed, and soon the teacher concluded "An artery's been clipped, I can slow hemorrhaging but we need a doctor soon dammit... and who did this anyway? Were you mugged? How did this happen? You people are supposed to protect her!"
Somehow conscious, Vanessa heard him speak and whispered "Inquisition.... master mage... ambushed... we're.... we're wanted"
Lucien winced when she mentioned the masters. He always expected church intervention, but now? When the group was months away? He was shocked and worried, knowing how dangerous masters were. Even together the group was outclassed — unless the cube worked when tested, but who could say for sure?
Lucien wondered about the device for a moment, before focus turned to Vanessa. Extending hands her way, Lucien elevated the woman using gravitational control. Walking to the wagon with Vanessa behind him, the academic breathed deep and reversed gravity once more, clearing equipment from the cart.
"You're not going on the ground.... not like some common soldier" he murmured, placing Vanessa down upon the wagon, and seconds later unconsciousness took her. Lucien looked down with great sadness, and compassion welled when he thought 'Good... she won't feel this'
Then he compressed air around her wound. The pressure was tremendous and damaged muscles, but her bleeding was slowed. For now Vanessa would survive.
Ayana hummed when she plucked leaves from maple branches with her teeth. Centos plants were crunchy but lacked sweetness, good thing she was making medicine instead of dinner.
Chewing away, she dangled feet from above and looked across the street, seeing mission members speak. The new people looked interesting and Ayana wondered who they were when she dropped down, collecting leaves from every street-side plant she came across. Soon she had two hamster-cheek pockets containing chewed plant spheres, and both had various contents to provide diverse healing properties.
The ointment was ready.
Approaching the group, Ayana looked between Vanessa and Lucien. The woman looked dead-pale and was the primary focus! But Lucien shooed Ayana when she approached and grumbled "I'll be the one handling her treatment nymph" the huntress soured hearing the word nymph. The term was insulting and she pegged Lucian an asshole when she turned away angry. She would take revenge when times were less serious.
Looking around the group, the dancer was the next medical priority and patient! "Mhmmm mhhmm mhm mhmm mm mhmmm" she mumbled his way, communicating through a packed mouthful. Assuming his consent after speaking, the huntress removed a sphere and slapped the disgusting medicine over his wound! "The leaves have acids that mix with our enzymes! It makes a compound that kills corruption" she explained, speaking clear without her entire mouth filled.
Ayana was sure the dancer would be ecstatic, the treatment was never done for humans! Kiel was among several hundred who could say 'an elven spitball was used on me'
Quite the honor really, and she planned on blessing Liam too. She could see blood running across his scale-armor when he approached from range, and chewed her other sphere with anticipation.
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