#babelmedicus

[dcviated]

"Does this mean we can spike her coffee and give her the zoomies?"

[burdenedrev-a]

"I'm gonna bleed out, if I remove my hand." He speaks this words clamly, understanding he must keep his heart rate slow. His voice is that of a practiced soldier, calm under fire. Two fingers plug a hole in the side of his neck, the left side of his body is currently covered in fresh crimson. He is sitting upright, waiting for her.

His eyes shift upwards to meet her own. Wherein some might feel fear, is calm. Accepting of the situation. His skills are that of a fighter, and without her he will surely die.

@babelmedicus

[resonanz]

Hallucinations? Or perhaps a quiet side-effect of adrenaline and exhaustion melded into one after an intense encounter of that caliber. The medic isn't someone who likes making baseless assumptions, but she could have sworn... "Are you alright? You seemed slightly uncomfortable there." The Director queries, terse silence broken by the subtly of her voice.

Instead of being smothered into complacency by those two demons, the now-common Graf Urtica has debased himself by offering his indentured servitude... A fool made into yet another pawn, escaping one cage only to leap into the maw of another. How laughable-!

Doctor Kal’tsit’s words are perfectly calm, yet they harshly snap Ebenholz’s attention back to the present. His posture straightens out of reflex in the chair across from her desk. He shouldn’t be drifting off here, especially when the woman before him was one of the few who had a say in whether or not he would be allowed to stay at Rhodes Island. Ebenholz gradually eases his tense features - he’s supposed to be making a good impression on his future employers, not causing them concern. Rumination could come later in the privacy of his dorm.

“I’m… alright. I’m not uncomfortable at all.” He spares a glance downwards at the scattered papers he delivered to her office to momentarily escape her scrutiny. The detailed fields are written in his own flowing script; it was already an onerous task to complete the forms in Victorian when it was his second language, and he hadn’t gotten much sleep the night prior as a result. He lifts his gaze, then bows his head slightly. “Forgive me. I… simply haven’t been on a landship like this before, and something caught my attention for a moment. Please, continue.”

He makes a mental note to be more careful about his condition in the future. While the happenings in Vyseheim were relayed to Rhodes Island, he was still wary of divulging too much about his experience with the Voice of Terra. The pain could be managed with analgesics, but there was little to be done about the auditory hallucinations. The melody was bearable, as he was familiar with its sinister tones in both his waking hours and indistinct dreams. The Voice, however, lacked the same predictability. Ebenholz had only ever gotten it to shut up once, and that was because he threatened to turn his Arts on himself if it dared to imitate Kreide again.

Above all, Rhodes Island was a business and he would surely be expected to work for his keep. Hibiscus was generous enough to vouch for him when he applied for a position as an Operator and it was in his best interest to not come across as some kind of raving lunatic…

[nekasu]

Days since getting thrown out of a window by Mon3tr: 0

[cadcnce-archived]

He is delusional beyond reason. An insufferable prankster at heart, but Kal’tsit has dealt with worse. His avowals are greeted with jaded steel, as the Feline lowers her healing gun, before placing the weapon in her holster. The arid deserts of Sargon provide little in the name of comfort. Semi-abandoned villages dot the landscape, ancient battle scars etched across their surface. It had been a while, hadn’t it? Since, the Director last stepped foot here.    

❝ Babysitting is more like it. ❞ She remarks, albeit dryly. Zephyr. Like his namesake, he brings with him the wind. Fast and efficient. Catching the enemies off guard, whilst the medic watched him from afar, ready to spring into action. ❝ Still, you were reckless. ❞ Despite his complementary statement, the lynx made it a point to lecture him.  

@babelmedicus​ continued from here

Zephyr will take the arid sands of Sargon over the frigid curtains of Ursus any day of the week. Roasting is a risk all its own, but at least the heat gives boon to his arts rather than freezing his fingers in his gloves. In environments like this the Liberi could whip up an obscuring storm in addition to his characteristic transportation. Unfortunately, so could nature- leading them to the current situation separated from the rest of the convoy team. Raiders and bandits had attempted to use the storm to their avail, failing in the encounter, but succeeding in splitting the medic and specialist from the rest of the group.

“Hey now Kal- I’m a proper boy scout, who was it that looked after you back there? I’m better company than being alone out here. My reckless probably saved you a few wounds to lick.” Red had trickled from a knock on his forehead, and the whipping sands volunteering themselves as a makeshift bandage to clot the blood from spilling over his uniform.

“…right, no jokes for a few seconds. I haven’t caught sight of the convoy, and interference has our comms in a fucking mess.” A click of the receiver on his shoulder spits out static as if in agreement. “Not sure what good high ground will do us with the sandstorm. Vision sucks.” Zephyr sputters in frustration, holding out the bottle to Kal. “Sippy. Go on.” Back to jokey behavior.

[savedembers]

Oh. She's giving Ichigo quite the death glare. Is it possible that Kal'tsit is plotting to haunt him next Halloween? Maybe.

     Okay, there could be a MILLION reasons why she is glaring at him. And now he is just WONDERING why she is this time. Hands calmly working on the Trench Knife in his hand, running a cloth along it as he handled the maintenance of Zangetsu while giving her some company while she worked.  ❝ ...what’s on ya mind, Kitty? Ya coffee suck or somethin’? Need a new mug? ❞ Seriously, he has no idea what he did wrong...

          And a plotting Kal’tsit is a bit scary.

[rcguna-archived]

But what if Pramanix wore a maid outfit?

Or just an apron.

[isladeroda]

@babelmedicus​ said: "Closure... you have a nosebleed. Did you perhaps injure it on something?"

“No, no, it just... might be a bit of a sudden change in humidity. That underground base I went to with the Doctor was awfully steamy and humid...” Well, that’s the more realistic reason, anyways. She’s still eyeing Maid Kal’tsit.

“Or maybe all the moisture just suddenly went to my thighs, seeing you in that~” And there it is.