The Lady with the Lamp

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Child :

Answering a question with another question– how rude; Tatsumaki thought, and her scowl on her expression conveyed such thoughts.

“I was trying to help the victim here,” she gestured to one of the men, not looking as the other woman popped the other man’s jaw back into place. “I don’t care much about the lives of criminals.”

“Most of them are only sick, as you put it, because of their own choices.”

( ☠ ) What a poor way of thinking. Finishing up in bandaging the man’s jaw, she is finally able to give a solid look towards the girl who done nothing but make her job difficult. Staring at them now, her face had a frown to match theirs. “Have you never made a mistake?” Tripped and fell maybe? Or bumped into something? “Everyone is sick in some way.” It wouldn’t stop her from trying, even if seemly wrong. No, as long as she is helping people there was no way she was wrong.

“You too. Let me evaluate you.” 

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Visitor :

Do all she wants, nothing could stop the stranger. Grey Ghost could only heed whatever she was asked to. Bouquets on hand, confused stare on various flowers arranged in it. Mostly white, those are lilies if she’s not wrong. Her knowledge is undoubtedly limited when it comes to something other than war. What’s next, she thought? Tailing the crimson-clad woman ‘till they went out.

What she could spot next was something akin to a graveyard. Not only one, but the field was also a whole cemetery and alike. She’s never been here before, considering she was newly transferred to this peculiar island. Were they her friends? The urge to ask lingers, but she decided to keep her mouth shut. It’s never been easy handling with this kind of thing and she understands. No words are needed, Grey Ghost does what exactly the woman did. Paying respect, offering prayers, even though she doesn’t know them in person.

( ☠ ) Not everyone is so fortunate to be saved. It was a realization she had long ago, but even to this day the matter bothers her to no end. This if nothing else this served as a reminder to her, that her work was never ending. That there was already more to be done, even if she must push herself to the extremes. Within a few minutes, her respects would be done and thus the nurse should return to her duties.

Though, as the other would be along the way back inside she would be conscious enough to give thanks. That much other earned from her. “You did well. I will ask for your help again, in time.” And so a nod would be given, as she passes one last thought. “These are people who are no longer here, if you are curious. People often forget them, once they disappear. Please ensure I do not add your name to one of these stones.”

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Delinquent :

“ What else do they feed on than— “

“ —hey! “

She takes a run. Ogata only has couple of seconds to stare before he realizes he has to follow after.  And fast. She’s quick on her feet. 

“ I said wait!! “ he yells once more as he picks up his pace.

( ☠ ) Speed like so was something they both needed right now. Not a second could be spared anywhere else except towards urgency, as animal’s condition would only worse with time.

“And waste time?” She thinks not as with her one track mind, every intention to help. Even if it meant running through active road ways, and crossing through traffic. She will help this little one, with every bit of her strength.

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Due to lack of inspiration and/or other reasons, if I didn’t reply I will not be doing so. That said with only a few ongoing threads now, here is a starter cal for three notes for the lady with the lamp herself.

With Festivities minded.. expect the themes to match and tie in to winterfes. Santa Gale is here to provide health, and.. happiness?

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Girl :

Tatsumaki rolled her eyes. She hardly cared if this man’s jaw was broken, given his criminal proclivities. 

“Here,” she said, picking up and carelessly tossing the bag towards the other woman; she assumed that it would be caught. “I don’t want to touch either of these men, anyway.”

“What are you, anyway? Some sort of back alley doctor?”

( ☠ ) Tongue would be of better use evaluating and explaining their surroundings than this. The scowl fixated on the nurse’s face would only add to the stare she gives them, as gloves are put on. “Don’t you care to save lives?”

Thumbs would be placed into the man’s mouth, hands grabbing jaw applying force till- pop. Small but she feels it, as attention turns back to the girl still hanging around. “I saw you trying to help someone before. What stops you from helping these people too? They are sick too, and they deserve help.”

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Aid :

Normally when it came to death, Shalem felt little care for it. For him, death was his business. Even if he wasn’t the cause of it, there was nothing about it. Just some unfortunate person in his mind. He wouldn’t even be staring at the scene if it weren’t for that woman who seemed to be doing what she could to help out. Even if it did feel pointless to him.

Yet the moment that she stared at him and pointed at the bag that she had, something clicked inside him. The old gears of skills deliberately forgotten. He could feel a self of him that he put aside so long ago, a side of him that stared at the situation differently.

“I understand,” Shalem responded, swiftly moving closer towards the woman and taking her spot by the medical supplies. “Is there anything you need right now at the moment, miss?”

( ☠ ) It was these personalities that meshed with her best. The professional who understands, and compliments with. "He's losing blood fast.." Muttered words come from lips and she looks over, words now flowing like thoughts. "I can't move him. If I do he'll have even less time than he does already." Acting quick she moves hands over to entry point of the bullet, before moving to head then back. "Check for an exit wound. See if-" It left the body. Which eyes would confirm, as a order would finally come from her. "Put on some gloves. Then, grab as many gauzes as you can."

While he would do that, the patient would be set down once more before she applies force down on the wound. Keep the bleeding down while she waited, as the flow seem unending. "Your life will be saved. Your life will be saved." Words at this point was for her own sanity, or maybe a lack there of. The wounds of war never did heal, and this was very much a reminder of that.

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Sick :

❦

    𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒻𝒻! They may as well be making conversation in an air-tight, locked container given the scarceness of her words. “Likewise, I would suggest you come to my dwelling for a shoulder massage. It would not hurt to loosen your tension, Miss Nightingale.” Imagining those poor children being disciplined by such stern hands nearly brings a tear to the nun’s eye.

      Nearly. Fitting the pointed witch’s hat snug over her habit, she motions her pointer fingers to mimic horns atop her head and smiles. “Why? Because this way, I am now the ‘devilish bodhisattva’. I thought it was clever.” And subtle enough to dissuade the obvious implications by simply placing red horns atop her head. 

     “I had intended to give children candy during the festivities. Their smiles would be nothing short of divine. Even if it is only for one day, would you not like to see their spirits rise? Certainly the children you nurse are sick by nature, some far worse than others. To them, you must be a superhero.” That much is the truth as she fashions her hands into a halo atop the nurse’s head. “Or something more ethereal, perhaps?”

( ☠ ) Other was making a case for a disease of the mind at this point. Their antics, their attitude, their behavior- it was all too much. The glare from her own eyes would say much that was on her mind, but if other didn’t catch on to their message actual words and actions would be called upon. A gloved hand would exercise a tight grip of woman’s wrist after a temporary pause, showing that title other hinted at gave her hesitation but only for a moment.

A reminder when she was called that one word in particular: an angel. It would soothe her then in a way, though now.. at most it would do is make her freeze for a second. Before she acts once more. “-You are clearly sick.” While she takes on a risk, this one wouldn’t be allowed to leave her sight. Grip still held, she’d drag the woman off to have her pay before taking her with. To a hospital or her home, whatever was closer. “Worry not. I will save you. Even if you must die in the process.”

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Helper :

There was a genuine debate as to how to go about this. Did Reines just set the books down before somebody, likely herself, got injured? Or did she play nice with what could be a potentially powerful ally, no matter how rude?

Well, the answer was obvious. Restoring the El-Melloi name could never happen without at least some attempt at politicing. The genuine curiosity as to why so many medical books were needed helped spur her on.

“Perhaps it would be best to set these down some place safe and return for more?” Carrying things was a task for other people, and thus not something Reines was certain she could maintain very long.

( ☠ ) Company is usually a pain. In her experience, they were often a hindrance and normally only slow her down. Although this one was already showing herself to be different, maybe even helpful. Possibly even something to keep around with ideas like that. The nurse wouldn’t smile, but she would nod in agreement.

A point would be made to a sectioned off table already covered with a lot of books, hinting to just how many she’s been grabbing. “Come back after, I still have more to take over.” She would keep other occupied so long she complied. “Just put it where you find room. You can sort it after we grab everything.” Last words as she grabs a few more novels, putting them on top of her stack.

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Girl :

Tatsumaki clicked her tongue. So, this woman thought herself a hero? Then, as much as Tatsumaki loathed to acknowledge the fact, the two of them were simply acting with similar motives. The esper huffed.

She moved to stand over the other man, looking through the satchel with minimum effort. The man groaned in pain at her feet, eyes twitching under closed lids.

“I can tell that he’s alive. Isn’t that enough?”

( ☠ ) Pride costs lives. Such a careless check for could let something deadly go unnoticed. While today he might be okay tomorrow he might die, and that was unacceptable. Using bandages in her waist pack she'd quickly wrap the man she was tending before coming over. And noticed a serious injury right away. "His jaw is dislocated." That should answer other's question, as she would begin to remove her gloves. "Give my bag or pass me more gloves I have inside it. I'm going to treat this man right now."

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Delinquent :

With the sudden snap of the finger only few inches from his face Ogata’s pupils turn thin, cat like lines. 

“ …..well, I treat them no differently from the food I catch for myself “, he says eyes fixed in the finger until it moves. With the sound the sneeze his eyes also turn to Bullet. 

“ ….anyway, are you sure a vet or something? “

( ☠ ) Good, but not good enough. It is better than she thought, but not as much as she'd prefer. "Very well. Though if you're their owner, you should get them better food." It was his job, after all.

Picking up the animal gently, eyes fall on him one more time. "..I am a nurse. But I know somewhere they could treat her." And there she goes. Running away, he better give chase.

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Visitor :

The term of praying and prater itself is something foreign for souls of a warship. Every life lost consumed and devoured by war surely had long found its peace and talking to the dead serves no purpose but to alleviate personal pain in which oftentimes bears no result in her dictionary. Yet again, such action had proven to be a bit therapeutic ‘till she unconsciously doing it for weeks ever since her arrival to Radiale.

After conducting such act, the embodiment of Aircraft Carrier herself would often run around seeking similar wounded souls and watch them attempting to find personal peace - hoping she too someday would find similar relieve. Her weeks would usually pass with a futile attempt. Today is different. A slipped huh is not even made its chance to be audible enough to be heard, brute force akin to her prowess has dragged her to follow a stranger in carmine clothing. Who on earth is this person? Why should she help her? Has something happened?

❝ Before doing whatever you want, listen to what other people have to say. ❞

( ☠ ) Time is too precious to spend idle. If she wants to speak, she can do so while working then. "Walk and talk. You can manage that right?" Plainly said words would do for now, as they near the end of the hall. The nurse would walk up to a table with roses, evaluating them quickly as she had a moment. Having already bunched the flowers together, all that needed to be done was the final task. "Here. Take a few bouquets. Not too tightly, now." Selecting a handful she'd pass them to, not wasting a second.

If woman was curious to their purpose, she would have to wait until they reached outdoors. That is, assuming the woman would even follow her as the nurse grabs some herself and steps to duty. It would only take a moment to see as nurse approaches a stone, and places a bunch of before it. Paying respect for those who disappeared, as pointless a notion to do so for some. The people, who couldn't be helped.

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She wags a stick of strawberry pocky around the nurse's face, clearly looking to get some sort of reaction out of the stick in the mud. "Miss Nightingale, Miss Nightingale... have you ever heard of this holiday? It's called Pocky Day."

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( ☠ ) Distractions are never-ending. So long she remained nearby, the woman persisted with these ‘little’ interruptions. First it was feet that felt sore, then it was her stomach that ached, now.. “..What?” The nurse’s tone was anything but amused, her patience already thin. It didn’t take much to notice her hand fiercely gripping the book held, as the explanation from other is given. And just as quick as she is told, does her focus toward disappear.

Woman’s constant demands for attention had put the nurse further behind schedule, that gap of work ever increasing. Unfortunately it would continue to grow in size, as it seems the visitor would press her point of this ‘game’. She invades space and brings her own lips to the nurse’s ear, words soft but coated in intent with a purpose.

To goad, to bother. To further interrupt her from work, and rile for whatever reason. So marks the end of patience, as hand comes up in an instant catching the woman’s chin. Fingers sink into cheeks on both sides, what expression that was on her face now shamed with puckered lips. If she wouldn’t leave, the nurse would take it upon herself to resolve the issue and end her game.

…As she does with most. Brutally. Other hand would come up to push the candy in past the woman’s lips, eventually helping her chew even as the nurse’s hand underneath would push jaw to move. Chomp, crunch. Till instruction comes to swallow, and she releases her grasp of other. “There. You win. Now take your leave.”

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( ☠ ) Health could be determined in many ways. Physical was the most obvious to keep in mind yes, but diseases could extend beyond that. They could also infect the mind or plague the spirit while being harder to spot and just as deadly. They were something that required their own understanding, something that she is hesitant to do without much to start with. Regardless of that, it didn't delay the nurse from her duties. Church still needed help with a few chores, of which the nurse had no issue helping with. Though, a helper for could be used.

Entering the church with eyes searching, there weren't many available to help other than one woman in particular. Whether she was part of the church or not didn't matter to her, as she approaches the woman and grabs her forearm. "You aren't busy right now yes? I need your help with something." The small blip of words is all she would give, before attempting to pull her away.

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( ☠ ) Patience is a virtue. And her's is running thin with the Saber. Their fretting would agitate the nurse attempting to treat the injury, as she snaps on other.  "Hold still." The command comes from her lips with a bit of anger, as this was the third time this week they have been seen for one reason or another. Addressing an open wound on their arm this time, grip would tighten to minimize any movement from. "Why do you keep harming yourself? This isn't healthy you know."

In truth she does not care for the repeated offenses themselves, but the fact they were taking her time away from other matters that needed attention. So she offers to provide help by another means.. preventing this from happening again.

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Girl :

It was nothing more than a scuffle, something that the esper thought was beneath her. Yet, she had been involved nonetheless– a psychic barrier kept her attacker at bay, and Tatsumaki was prepared to deal with the man and his acquaintance herself… that was, until another stubborn woman entered the fray.

“Huh?! I’m fine– what are you doing?!”

Tatsumaki’s heels hit the ground with an audible noise, and while she did scoop up the bag (if only to see what was in it), she approached the taller woman with clear suspicion.

“Why did you get in my way?”

( ☠ ) Time spent idle annoys her to no end. Considering that she was a diligent woman who preferred to stay busy, any time used otherwise would naturally bother her. Thus eyes turned to as a stare is shot toward the girl, all before they narrow with brewing anger. “I saw someone who could use help. Thus, I ran to do so. It is my duty to help others, regardless of details.” Focus goes back to patient, as strike to jaw seemingly minimized some of the damage.

“Can you check the other patient?” If she was going to hold onto her satchel, she should at least prove helpful. “Do you know how to examine for injuries?”

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( ☠ ) Subtlety was not strength of the nurse. Something that would become quickly apparent to the onlooker as a flying satchel struck their attacker in the shoulder. "You get away from her!" A small warning until she came charging in, a balled hand making a fist as she decked the intruder away before swinging at another and knocking them out as well. A pause comes after as she looks to see if any other hooligans were accompanying them, before turning attention to the girl. "What is your condition? Are you unharmed? Good."

She doesn't wait for an answer from. Not when there was work to be done now that is more pressing. "-Grab me my bag." Quick words from as the nurse had already gone to the two individuals, crouching over to see the extent of their wounds.

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