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[enduringhart]

Who: Kieran, Captain Falcon, the medbay squad, and YOU
What: Some idiot deer gets hit by a car and proceeds to moron it up all over the joint.
Where: Directly outside the school, then in the infirmary, then EVERYWHERE
When: Thursday, March 8
Warnings: Deer Xing


What was this place?

Kieran had never before left the comforting embrace of the forest. To see the trees entirely absent, replaced by these strange, perfectly rectangular... caves? It was... disquieting. The paths were full of those peculiar two-legged creatures, casting him odd stares and jostling against him as they hurried to wherever their destination was. It was so different from the forest in every single way... a part of Kieran couldn't help but wonder if someone he had wandered right out of the mortal realm entirely. It was starting to make him nervous; he felt oddly exposed without the cover of the trees all around him.


He... he needed to get out of here. Wherever this was, he wasn't ready for it. He pushed his way out of the crowded sidewalk, bounded out into the road. His hooves scrabbled for purchase on the oddly smooth surface, but if there was one thing Kieran could do, it was run.


[OOC: I am setting aside a thread for WHUMP, CARFACE and also one for the infirmary. For the rest of the log, Kieran will be exploring this wondrous magical place called the school. Feel free to post your character anywhere -- cafeteria, dorms, in the shower -- and Kieran will just... butt on in to say hello.]

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[gentlesaint]

Mangled deer in the streets? Ack! This won't do! Rhys hurried over as quickly as he could manage, huffing and puffing with the exertion of running across campus. He toted along as many medical supplies as he could (as well as a stretcher made of speedoes sewn together in case of transportation needs) and made it to the scene of the crime.

"Deer Dear heavens!" he exclaimed with the most worried of faces. "You poor creature! Hang on, I've just the thing!"

Heal staves were Rhys's specialty and he used them whenever someone was CRITICALLY WOUNDED. So that went first- it should repair tissue, but blood loss was going to be an issue. He bent down next to the injured Pokemon and gathered his bearings.

[enduringhart]

OH GOD THIS WAS THE WORST THING EVER. Kieran was positively wild with pain and terror and complete abject confusion. He was splayed on his side, legs twitching feebly with the instinct to run.

The appearance of another of those two-legged spirits did nothing to soothe him. If he'd been in a calmer state of mind, he might have registered that this one was speaking comforting words, but scared as he was, all he could think was that this one intended to punish him for his intrusion on the divine realm as well.

It wasn't until the heal staff came into play that things changed. It was the same nourishing, healing feeling that came from using Horn Leech, but it was all over instead of stemming in his antlers. The paralyzing agony receded, the snapped bones knit as seamlessly as if they'd never been broken, the bleeding halted entirely.

Hesitantly, Kieran righted himself, though he was still too shaken and weak from the ordeal to venture an attempt to stand. He raised his head, staring at Rhys with nothing less than utter awe. Rhys would only hear the typical poglespeak, but nonetheless, Kieran spoke.

"The gods have saved me...!"

[gentlesaint]

Rhys had forced himself to calm down significantly since the sight of blood shocked him- otherwise, he would be unable to concentrate. So with a tired smile he looked the deer Pokemon in the eyes. "Are you feeling any better?" He didn't expect him to respond, but he spoke gently to the stricken creature anyway. "You took a mighty beating. I would be scared too."

[enduringhart]

The difference was striking. To go so suddenly from pain and confusion at the hands of a wrathful god to be spoken to so gently by this one... then perhaps his intrusion was forgiven? This had to have been a display of divine benevolence; even the most skillful mortal couldn't possibly have restored him to life like that, right?

Cautiously, Kieran leaned in, trying to get Rhys' scent. He wasn't entirely certain this god could understand his mortal tongue, but he tried again: "Then... I'm permitted to live?"