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Mar 30, 2015 22:50:32 GMT -5
Post by Macht Stärke on Mar 30, 2015 22:50:32 GMT -5
Macht had the day off, and was spending it walking just about everywhere. He'd been wandering for hours, from sun-up to sun-down, really, and eventually he found himself in the Bronx. It was an area he didn't know, but he knew the stories surrounding, and just in the off-chance he encountered a werewolf, he held a silver dagger on his person. He wasn't going out with the intention of getting into a scuffle, but one could never be too sure - particularly when one was a Deacon. So, he traversed the Bronx, finding himself at a local park with a small fountain. Macht stopped to enjoy the weather, take in his surroundings, and just think about things, really, since it was just about the hour where most people were at home, sleeping. It was a decent change to think about things, find himself -
Snap!
Macht turned around swiftly, just in time to see three large men approaching him. A firm hand gripped the steel blade, and he stood to his feet with an ironic grin on his face. "Can I help you gentlemen?" he asked rhetorically, edging closer to the fountain. One of the three men stepped forward, a frown adorning his face. "Starke, right? There's a price on your head, and we're here to collect." Short, simple, and to the point, especially considering the smaller two turned to wolves and charged without warning. Whipping a hand forward, the water from the fountain would wrap around his first two aggressors, one being pulled to him. The first, he plunged his blade into his heart, watching the life leave his eyes. While he was focused on the other two, however, the evident leader of the group slammed a heavy fist into Macht's cheek, dazing him, before throwing him across the park. The Dragon slammed into a bench with a grunt, looking up just in time to see the same man leap toward him. Macht's legs were brought up, feet slamming into the Wolf's chest and kicking him away several yards, and he rolled to his feet.
"I don't want to hurt you!"
"That's bullshit, you killed my brother!"
The alpha charged, swiping with his claws at Macht's chest, leaving huge gashes where he struck. He stumbled back, but as he did, he ripped the water out from the Wolf's eyes and he shrunk back in pain. Right about now, the second of the lackeys was recovering, and he lunged forward, biting at Macht's shoulder. "Gah!" In one swift motion, Macht brought the dagger up to the werewolf's skull and slashed it open before driving the blade into its heart. Now all that was left was the leader, and Macht made swift work of him by enveloping him in water and plunging the blade through his chest multiple times. With the trouble over, Macht sighed in relief, though he was slightly disappointed that he had to end something in a bloodbath after so many years of ---
A pain began to surge through Macht's body. Werewolf venom. He grimaced and started running toward his home, but then he realized he wasn't anywhere near it - he was staying in Manhattan. He'd be unconscious less than halfway there. So, he headed for the next best thing, the hospital. It was sketchy, probably ridiculous, but he needed to get this situated quickly, or risk an encounter with the Council while weak. So, he stumbled into the nearest hospital, blood running down his chest and shoulders. His vision was blurry, and his torso was throbbing.
"Can I... get some.. help..?"
//Sara Cromwell
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Mar 31, 2015 12:21:31 GMT -5
Post by Sara Cromwell on Mar 31, 2015 12:21:31 GMT -5
Being a doctor had its rewards, as well as its downfalls. Sara lived a fulfilling life helping people in the best way she can - something shes wanted to do since childhood - yet, when forced to change her clothes after being surprised by a volcano of blood from her latest patient, only for him to die moments later regardless of her tireless efforts to keep him alive, she was left vexed and drained. As much death as she had seen so far in her short life - and short career - the constant flow of death around her was still hard to comes to terms with, especially with such little experience in the hospital she was currently stationed in. The man had little to no chance of surviving anyway but even if Sara wasn't a grad student fresh on the floor, she still felt the feeling of failure was something she could have prevented and it didn't make it any easier to accept his death.
Though he wasn't her first death, she was sure he wouldn't be her last but she'd be damned if she let it happen again within 24 hours. After pulling herself together and with a change of clothes she put a fresh, white coat on and stepped back into the hallway. She proceeded towards the nurses reception desk when the emergency doors opened and a man in distress called for help. Without a second thought she rushed to his aid and wrapped her arms around him gently for support. "Sir. I'm going to bring you to one of these beds over here. It's okay to put all of your weight on me." She instructed him and before he could answer she tried her best to lead him towards an empty bed pushed against the wall. She had to admit he was rather heavy but to her luck she managed.
Sara wasn't the only one to notice and several nurses rushed to his aid as well, bringing with them the necessary tools for their job. One nurse handed Sara a pair of scissors to remove his shirt. "Sir. I need you to tell me exactly what happened so I know how to help you." She asked as she began cutting his shirt in an upwards motion through the middle.  Hope this is okay ^^ Macht Stärke |
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Mar 31, 2015 19:07:08 GMT -5
Post by Macht Stärke on Mar 31, 2015 19:07:08 GMT -5
As much as she insisted, Macht couldn't put all of his weight on her. He was a big guy, and he was a dragon, so he was going to be unbelievably heavy. Using her as support, however, he made it to the bed and collapsed upon it. Sweat was beating its way down all over his body, and his vision was getting to be even more blurry. The doctor's words almost sounded muffled to him, even, and in different circumstances he would have come up with a much better excuse than the truth. But he couldn't think clearly seeing as he was in more pain now than he had been in many, many years. "Werewolves," he manged to get out between heaving breaths. He pointed to the gashes along his chest and the bite on his shoulder to complete his response. Sort of like "They did all this." Macht gritted his teeth and tried to resist the heaving enough for them to do their jobs, just so he could get out of here. He didn't figure it would be too difficult if people were aware of the "supernatural" community among them, now, but at the same time he was unsure. In his head he was kicking himself, cursing at his terrible technique. He should have been able to get out of there without a scratch, and instead he wound up in the hospital. "Please." Macht's hand would reach out for the doctor. This was getting pretty bad, pretty fast. // Sara Cromwell
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Mar 31, 2015 20:57:09 GMT -5
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Post by Sara Cromwell on Mar 31, 2015 20:57:09 GMT -5
Werewolves. The very word brought forth gasps and whispers, yet, Sara wasnt among them. Frankly, she wasn't surprised. This was wolf territory, after all. When his shirt was complete severed she pulled back the pieces and looked down at the ghastly sight. The slashes on his chest looked deep, fatal even, and she was sure the venom from the bite was weakening him a great deal, but he still pushed on, barely so. He seemed to be fighting to stay awake and quickly reached into her coat pocket to retrieve a small flashlight commonly used to check pupil dialation, but just as she hovered the light over his face his hand took her by surprise, and she surprised herself for taking it as quickly as she did.
His pleas were like the gust of wind giving life to the fire in the pit of her belly. Damn those wreched wolves. She was determined to help this man and to do that she had to move swiftly. "Sir. Can you tell me what you are? Are you human, magi, shifter, or other? I need to know how best to treat you." She said in a loud enough voice in the hopes its intensity would keep him awake. She understood such a question was like asking a woman her age, but if she was to save his life, she had hoped her colleagues with their knowledge - limited or not - could look past his differences to save his life and he could as well. |
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Mar 31, 2015 21:31:55 GMT -5
Post by Macht Stärke on Mar 31, 2015 21:31:55 GMT -5
The volume of the voice was enough for him to focus on and stay awake. Her question ringed in his head for a moment, and he nodded in response, initially. "Dr... Human." It was like he had a small moment of clarity, in the realization that if he was being honest, it could get him killed. Was it worth it, risking his safety for healthcare at the moment? The venom could probably terribly wound him, but if word got around that a Deacon was in the Bronx, with the Council not far away... he'd take his chances. So Human is what he went with. Macht took a deep breath to settle the nerves, and he released his hold on the doctor, letting his arm fall to the side of the bed. "I'm a human."
There was a certain reservedness to his voice that he didn't have a moment ago, a calmness that likely would have indicated he wasn't telling the truth. He wasn't aware of it himself, so he couldn't have avoided it, but it was there nonetheless.
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Apr 1, 2015 19:54:20 GMT -5
Post by Sara Cromwell on Apr 1, 2015 19:54:20 GMT -5
When he gave her an answer, she couldn’t help but feel it wasn’t the truth. The sudden change in his demeanor said enough but she could understand why he would be hesitant. If it were her lying on the bed she would probably do the same out of fear. She wouldn’t fight it however, she didn’t have time. She had to give him the antidote before the venom saturated into his system. Instead she would have to trust him, and if the treatment didn’t work then it would only prove her suspicions and then maybe she could give him the proper treatment.
“Alright. Let’s get him into a room.” Sara instructed and with two other nurses wheeled him into the nearest empty room. As soon as the bed was in position the nurses began hooking him up to the monitors while Sara retrieved something from the next room which happened to be where the antidotes were kept. Since the Revelation hospitals have been working to get a hold of new forms of medication to counteract the new threats. And with the serum used to treat Were bites being mostly scientific, with little to no magic involved, there was a slim chance the treatment would work, but it was better than nothing. Three years ago she would have had to tell the man sorry but there was no help that could be offered unless she was willing to use magic. With as much help as she could give she couldn’t risk her co-workers learning about her secret so instead of healing him with magic she had to settle for the next best thing.
She returned with a vile and a needle, already beginning to eject the liquid from the bottle. “Sir, are you allergic to any kinds of medications, foods, or herbs that you’re aware of?” She asked, hoping he had enough strength to give her a solid answer. Though the question may have seemed redundant, she needed to make sure she wasn’t going to make things worse with the synthetic ingredients. She gave him enough time to answer before she began to prep his wounded shoulder. “Now I’m going to be injecting you with the Were antidote to prevent it from altering your DNA, though I am required to tell you this isn’t 100%. This may sting a little but I have to inject it into the infected area or else it won’t take.” She gave him warning before piercing the needle into his skin. |
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Apr 1, 2015 22:44:43 GMT -5
Post by Macht Stärke on Apr 1, 2015 22:44:43 GMT -5
As he was brought into the room, he did his best to stay awake. The adrenaline pumping through him helped to burn off some of the toxin, or at least enough that he wasn't going to be fainting anytime soon. When she asked about his allergies, he could hear her quickly, though he would take several seconds to respond. "No, no allergies," he managed between heaving breaths. To the explanation of the antidote, he simply nodded several times in rapid succession. Even if it didn't have a 100% success rate, he didn't care. Any shot was better than no shot.
Once the antidote began to pump through his blood, he could feel his adrenaline going harder and harder. With him being a dragon, most things entering his bloodstream would just get pumped right out in a matter of moments, this antidote would just expedite the process. For a small moment, he would thrash about the bed, feeling pain surge through his body, but it would eventually subside. "Gaahhh," Macht grunted, sweat beating all over his body. The gashes were still there, but the venom was wearing off rather quickly. "You're a damn miracle worker, Doc." It might have looked terribly awkward, but he was smiling up at her.
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Apr 4, 2015 16:30:06 GMT -5
Post by Sara Cromwell on Apr 4, 2015 16:30:06 GMT -5
With a step back she watched as he wiggled around in the bed like a fish out of water. Part of her was praying she hadn't made things worse while the other half feared getting too close to flailing limbs. With each scream and groan she cringed and came to realize watching him was harder than she thought. Rarely did she have to give anyone the antidote, most cases being the victim simply never makes it to the hospital. When he finally stopped moving the room was filled with an eerie silence until his weakened voice broke it, bringing forth a smile to Sara's face.
"I wouldn't get too confident just yet. We don't know for sure if it worked or if we were too late. How are you feeling?" With the worst over with she now had the opportunity to tend to his wounds. The temptation to heal him with magic was tempting, but even with the most open minded the worth didn't seem to out weight the risk. Still, she wanted to be sure she had treated him properly and for that they needed to be alone. She turned to her nurses and asked them to leave but she only received confused looks and raised eyebrows. "It's okay. I've got a handle on this." With a bit of hesitation they gave in and left the room, closing the door behind them. Once they were alone she walked over to a cabinet and grabbed fresh wraps alcohol, and bandages.
"So, now that it's just the two of us, mind telling me what you really are?" She walked back to the bed and set the bandages and disinfectant on the table beside the bed. "Those gashes on your chest are pretty deep. If you aren't transformed you won't heal and you may need stitches. Leave a nasty scar and everything. But, I'll make a deal with you. You tell me who you are, and I'll take care of all of this without surgery. No scars even. I promise to keep this between me and you. Doctor patient confidentiality, remember?" She winked. Macht Stärke |
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Apr 4, 2015 22:46:07 GMT -5
Post by Macht Stärke on Apr 4, 2015 22:46:07 GMT -5
"Terrible," he replied with a light-hearted laugh, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He was feeling better, now, and with the antidote pumping through his system, the venom was going to flush out of him in no time. He was in no danger of turning, really, but the immense pain was something he was always going to want to avoid. With the worst done with, he just had the wounds on his chest, which, if he was a woman, would have been gone by now. Macht almost cursed having a penis. A curious eye arose as the doctor instructed everyone to leave the room, and he sat up, eyeing her and preparing for what was about to come. He'd slipped up earlier, and he knew it.
"No point in hiding it at this point, huh? Magi, right?" He shrugged. It was that, vampire, or dragon, and she didn't seem to be either of the last two. Either way, that was the way she could patch him up with no trouble: magic. "I guess I can spill the beans for someone as beautiful as yourself." Her wink was met with a small grin, and he stared into her eyes for a moment for beginning to explain things. "I'm, uh... a dragon. A deacon, actually, which is like, bottom of the shit list. And the werewolves that attacked me, well, they were after a price on my head, apparently. The only reason I'm even here is because there were three of them and I'm out of practice, but..." he looked her up and down, though somehow he managed to do it respectfully. "I can't say I'm upset by it."
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Apr 5, 2015 20:48:54 GMT -5
Post by Sara Cromwell on Apr 5, 2015 20:48:54 GMT -5
She nodded, acknowledging his observation. She knew if she mentioned magic it would only be a matter of time until he figured out she wasn't human either. She grabbed an unoccupied chair attached to a set of wheels and pulled it under her to sit. Immediately she felt the blood rush to her cheeks and her hand wanted to instinctively reach up to to attempt to take the blush away, but she hesitated - not that it would have helped much. It was hard to imagine herself as beautiful, having spent most of her childhood and young adult life in ripped jeans and covered in dirt from her latest adventure. Years of scolding from her grandmother for her dislike in dresses - and permanent tracks left in the hard wood floors from late night build projects - made it clear Sara was not the girly type. It didn't make it any easier the man lay exposed on the bed, gashes or not, and it took all her power to control her wandering eyes, though she couldn't help but notice he didn't have the same control.
"Dragon?" She chuckled in disbelief. Even for a Magi the idea seemed absurd. "Like, scales, wings, breath that kills - quite literally?" Her curious eyes scanned the exposed parts of his body and made no effort to hide it. No visible signs of scales or any markings could be seen at first glance but that didn't mean what he said wasn't true. As much as the idea fascinated her, she couldn't shake off the other part of his confession; the hit. "I've never heard of Dragons existing outside of fairy tales and I most defiantly haven't heard of Werewolves looking for one, though the money part I'm not surprised." Her lips curled into a smug smirk. "Probably after your hidden treasure." She chuckled, finding the joke amusing but quickly realized it could have been taken in a different light, and cleared her throat. "Sorry. Who exactly is looking for you?" |
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Apr 5, 2015 21:45:22 GMT -5
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Post by Macht Stärke on Apr 5, 2015 21:45:22 GMT -5
Macht chuckled at her apparent disbelief, honestly rather confused. She was Magi, yet didn't know what he was, or that Dragons even existed in the first place? Maybe what Colton said rang true, and the council did have knowledge of their weapons in a chokehold, funneling out only what they chose to let slip. Dragons were dangerous, and the less people knew the better, of course. Though, to convince this woman, Macht was almost willing to shift, only the room wouldn't be able to handle it. Besides, his human form was significantly more handsome.
"Cute." her joke didn't offend him, and this showed in his still lax demeanor. "No, I can assure you, we are very real. I don't breathe fire or anything - I actually use water - but we're sort of... The Council's puppets. Most of us, anyway. I didn't really enjoy that life, so I left. Now they got people trying to kill me." It made living a life rather difficult, and usually when people knew about things they ran away. Maybe this gave the girl a chance to decide to cut ties with Macht then and there, heal him and get out. He really had no idea how she would react, but if she knew this little, he was hoping it wouldn't be a big thing.
"I also have a name, by the way. That's still a thing with my kind."
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Apr 7, 2015 19:32:08 GMT -5
Post by Sara Cromwell on Apr 7, 2015 19:32:08 GMT -5
The Council. Of course. She should have suspected the Council would have something to do with the mythological creatures of old, if they were real, and would be responsible for the lack of information about them outside of fairy tales. Stories of such creatures were common within the Cromwell household but no one believed them to be true, except Grandma Aggie, the Matriarch of the family. With her close connection to the Council it would only make sense she would have access to such knowledge and would share it with her grandchildren in the only form they would listen; bedtime stories. Even Sara, the gullible one, didn't believe in such nonsense however, but that didn't make her tall tales any less magical. With a grown man now telling her such stories were in fact true she believed if it wasn't for her grandmother, she may not have been so quick to believe him.
"Yes! Of course. How unprofessional of me. I'm still new to this." She offered her hand for a handshake if he wished to accept it. "Sara Cromwell." She stood up and pushed the wheeled chair back and began to move what pieces were left of his shirt away from his wounds. "I hope you don't scar easily. I can wipe the gashes clean, like they were never there, but the bite on your shoulder is a different story. Whatever venom is left will make the healing process a bit slowed, but if you are what you say you are, you should live to fight another day." Sara felt hesitant to use her magic on an unfamiliar species and to make matters worse he was technically a "runaway" too. The repercussions of going against the Council for anything was severe, but Sara found it hard to believe the man had deserved any of it. She had always believed to be a good judge of character. If he wanted to hurt her he would have already, she reminded herself. Even if he was guilty, Sara knew the Council weren't saints either and had a history of their own, and more likely than not he was just an innocent man trying to live his life free from the Council's strings. Still, if they are keeping this big of a secret from the Magi community, she could only imagine what else they had locked away in their vaults, and what they had planned to use the Dragons for. If the stories were true however, whatever it was, it didn't look good for anyone.
"I need you to stay still." She said before she positioned her hands over his exposed chest. With a deep breath she closed her eyes and began to concentrate. Her hands, only inches from his skin, began to tingle as the energy flowed from them and onto his wounds. Her hands began to grow warm as if someone was lighting a match under her palm but she remained still, and as she opened her eyes, the blues of her eyes turning to an opal black and spread to the corners of her eyes, a white light emitted from her hands and beamed down onto his wounds. As if time was being sped up the gashes on his chest began to close themselves up, fading away until there was nothing and moved onto his shoulder. His shoulder was a much slower process but once the wound was no longer open she retreated her hands, closed her eyes, and stepped back as she broke her concentration. She brought her hand up to her head and grabbed the end of the bed to balance herself. A side effect was dizziness but with extended practice she's learned how to keep conscious after healing. "How are you feeling now?" |
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Apr 9, 2015 6:10:12 GMT -5
Post by Macht Stärke on Apr 9, 2015 6:10:12 GMT -5
A small laugh escaped Macht's lips at her reaction. He was teasing her about the name, but he was glad he got it nonetheless. "Macht Starke," he replied coolly as he shook her hand. Sara Cromwell was a name he was going to remember for a while, as he pegged her as another kind Magi - something he definitely wasn't used to. Much more shallow thoughts also swam through his mind as he looked at her, and the reminder that he'd been alone for almost 150 years made him feel a little unsettled. He shifted in his seat, eyes falling to the ground as he dropped her hand, to avoid prolonged eye contact. It gave him a bit of a false sense of security as she spoke, seeing as the potential of her being a mind-reader was all too obvious, and if she could see what flashed through his mind for just a split-second, he was in for some awkward conversation.
"Scars won't be bad," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck with his uninjured arm. He looked up just in time for her to request that he be still, and he stiffened up. The change in her eyes was rather startling, and the light that shone from her hand as she began to heal his wounds was something new. The magic he was used to was either mental, or elemental, so healing fascinated him. He watched his wounds begin to close up, and he couldn't help but smile. This guaranteed he wasn't going to be stuck in a bed for days while he healed up, so if he needed to be on the run again, he could without hindrance. When the wounds finally cleared up, Macht chuckled lightly. "Amazing." The words left his mouth in a whisper. His fingers ran over the skin where the gashes once were, and he didn't feel any pain... this was a good sign. He definitely needed to remember this woman.
His fixation on his own wounds was gone when he noticed Sara shift a little. Movement was unnatural, but her movement struck him as odd, and he snapped up to his feet and brought a hand to her shoulder. "Are you alright?" Clearly her magic was taxing. What she just did cost a lot of her energy, and Macht was trying to gauge just how bad it was. "Don't tell me I'm gonna need to look after you, now. Not that I'd mind, I'm just not a licensed professional." The quips sort of continued.
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Apr 21, 2015 17:41:06 GMT -5
Post by Sara Cromwell on Apr 21, 2015 17:41:06 GMT -5
She chuckled. "No, I'm fine. Thanks. I just need to sit down for a minute." She reached out for the bed and guided herself to it until she was planted firmly on the edge. Sitting still made the spinning go away, but the lights were still a bit bright and the pain forced her to close her eyes briefly. With a deep breath she slowly opened her eyes, black dots spotting her vision but slowly it all came back clear. Now that she could see she looked at his wounds to gauge how good of a job she did. She found herself reaching out to touch the spot where the wound had once been, too curious by her handiwork to realize she was touching a man's bare chest. "It might be a little sore still but give it a few days and it'll feel like there was nothing there."
When she realized the tips of her fingers were still touching him she quickly retracted them and kept them close to her. "Sorry." A sudden rush of blood surfaced her cheeks, a clear sign of her embarrassment. With her strength back to normal she lifted herself off the bed and nervously straightened her white coat that was now stained with his blood. "So, I can't exactly tell them I healed you, granted it would probably be obvious something happened, and I can't just have you disappear either. Not without people going after you. I'm friends with the coroner, he owes me a favor, I can claim you as deceased and wheel you down to the coroner where he'll show you out. He'll take care of the paper work. If there is any. It's not like you gave anyone your name or insurance card." She chuckled as she shoved her hands into her coat pockets. The temptation to touch his warm skin again was hard to resist and the only thing stopping her was the pen in her pocket keeping her hand busy. |
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