[Open] Raising Spirits

[chatwithdeath]

🧙 WHO: Dr. Naomi Kimishima and You
⚔️️ WHAT: Various quests and prompts as a Catch-all
🕒 WHEN: Throughout September till Event
🗺️ WHERE: Around Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: Possible burns, various injuries and illnesses, and corpses in some prompts.

I. Shear Determination

Animals and Naomi don't tend to get along.

Perhaps she got along with cats, but given their symbolism throughout history, she's not surprised.

Death Magic seemed to make that relationship worse. At least sheep shearing shouldn't be so difficult to the point she can't approach, but incense only cover up so much. The stench of death did nothing to ease the already anxious sheeps' anxieties so she had to stay back. Still, she should make an effort to help with Quests.

So, she would help in her own way. Should she see anyone else working on shearing sheep, she would settle nearby, watch, and wait. Not close enough to bother the sheep, but not far enough to be completely unknown. If any healing was needed, she would be there - that, or maybe her watching was becoming a little eerie.

II. Cult Classic

Naomi's heard about the strange marauder going around and acting out his fantasies, and it sounded like he needed mental health. However, she wasn't out for helping him, she's just trying to head home.

Which was what made encountering him somewhat a bother. That, and she didn't even know what the hell he was acting out. She didn't care for movies or plays so the scene was completely lost on her - oh dear, it seemed to be incensing him.

Maybe step in and help... or watch.

III. The Fighting Badass

Land of Rot was as it said on the tin, and she was glad to be going when they did. She'd gone along to see about capturing corpses if only to ty her Death Magic out some more, but there seemed to be issues between it and the land itself. Either her magic wasn't strong enough, or the curse of the Land itself couldn't be surpassed.

Oh well, they managed to get what they needed.

"If we don't return in time, we still have access to the crematorium."

Well, she had access.

IV. Open Clinic

Just like the previous month, Naomi's door was open for all matter of ills and ailments at the clinic. Whether for a check-up, a quick heal, or a prescription, she more than likely had her next patient covered. All that she might want in return was a knock to know you're there.

"... Come in."

She tapped on her paperwork with her pen.

"Let's try not to waste too much of your time."

V. Wildcard

[OOC: Now Naomi isn't getting tattooed, but she can be a personal genie for some. Otherwise, anything else, plot with me over at demidemonLove.]

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iv open clinic

[fullgauntlet]

[Izuku has been a little lost for words lately. With so much going on back home and the need to help a friend in a dire situation here... Izuku sure looks tired. Probably a little exhausted, sleep-deprived, a little dehydrated. Poor kid doesn't know how to take care of himself when he's stressed out.

But, he's not here at this clinic for himself. He's actually seeking out help for another reason.]

Hello. I'm Midoriya Izuku... I heard that there was a doctor here with healing magic?

[chatwithdeath]

[From just looking at him, she should probably prescribe him a low dose of tranquilizers, but that's probably not why he's come by. A blood test would show all that she needed, but again, time to hear him out.]

Yes, that would be me. What do you need?

[fullgauntlet]

[Yeah, just put him out of his misery with some tranquillizers.]

Ah... Hello! [Wait, he already said hello.] I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions. There's someone I need to help. But, I don't know many people with strong healing magic.

[chatwithdeath]

[It would work for a few hours.]

I see... well, ask me your questions so I can assess the issue and whether or not I can handle it.

II. Cult Classic

[markedfordeath]

Elza had just finished scouting out her last pieces of information regarding Yuber when she happened upon the scene in front of her. She came to a stop a number of paces away from the pair. The woman was familiar. Despite working a contract for a client of hers, the gunner had never bothered asking for a name. From what little she had seen of the other woman, there was some level of honesty within that Elza simply hadn't felt the urge to ask.

Cocking her head to one side at the sight, she wasn't quite sure what to make of the whole thing. So Elza folded her arms across her chest and levelled the pair with an amused smirk. "I can see you're having fun."

[chatwithdeath]

"No, I'm quite aware you're attempting to act a scene out, but again, I haven't the faintest what you're referencing."

Not to mention films in this world probably weren't the same as her so, even if she was a film or play aficionado, it would be pointless. So, still with crossed arms, she's not playing into the act this individual wants to play out. He seemed prepared to attack, but hesitated himself at a new voice. Naomi looked over. Ah, yes, she remembered the other woman as well - shame they didn't exchange names, but that's how it goes sometimes.

"Indeed, but we're almost done here. Don't mind us."

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[starshower]

[Tifa isn't all that well-versed in movies either. She hadn't seen many of them back in Midgar and the ones that she did see, none of them carried over to this world, so it's not as if she shares anything in common with this theatrical man that's been wreaking havoc across Camelot. But she isn't about to stand back and let this poor, innocent woman fall victim to his schemes either...

She'd been on the way back to the carriages from a café when she hears shouts down the street, coming from behind a crowd that's started to gather. She's heard of people looking for this man but never being able to catch him, and yet... why are all these locals standing around doing nothing!? She's quick to shove her way through the captivated audience with a steaming cup of tea in one hand, and when she gets to the front—]

"How could you not have seen the movie!?"

[She scowls.]

Not everyone's a fan.

[Of what movie? She has no idea what's going on here, but her answer won't change.

Hello Naomi, did you need some assistance?]

[chatwithdeath]

[It was rather annoying that people would rather observe than step in, but she also gets it: if it's not directed at them, it's not their problem. Such was the way with most, and she wasn't looking around for help either. No, she was just standing as she usually did, eyes reflected disinterest and arms crossed. She would like to get back to her room at the Inn and sleep.]

[About to move, she blinks and raises her head finally when someone else spoke up. A woman she had not met before (though, she hasn't met a lot of people either) had actually stepped forward.]

Or not a fan in general... Either way, some of us have work in the morning. If at all possible, please continue gallivanting elsewhere so I can go home and sleep.

[She has a bad habit of not.]

[starshower]

"Well then you leave me no choice..."

[He withdraws a sword from the sheath at his belt. She had been expecting a sad little wooden sword at best, but nope—this is a full on metal one. And then, from a bag slumped on the ground next to him, he takes out an extra and tosses it at Naomi, where it clatters to the ground.]

"The force is with you, young Luke Hamill."

[Tifa's brow arches, and recognition flickers in her gaze, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp.]

Wait, I know this one...!

[chatwithdeath]

[Looking at the sword when it lands at her feet, that's... not annoying her any less. The fact this guy expects her to engage him in an actual swordfight? He needs a therapist. And she's not moving to pick that up either.]

[What does catch her by surprise though is the young woman speaking up.]

You... know this?

IV With a Twist

[pureyang]

[He hadn't so much walked into the clinic as he had been delivered to her. Though he had volunteered to go through with the tattoo binding process, the searing heat had been far too much for his Yang spirit to handle even with the precautions he took. As such, though the process was as successful as everyone else's, Chongyun had become overheated, developing fever-like symptoms that required some extensive tending to.]

[So here he was, lying in one of her clinic's beds, panting a little heavily and sweat on his brow, looking like he was suffering an intense fever.]

[chatwithdeath]

[Well, this was interesting. She'd been informed about the Autumn Equinox rituals and was prepared for perhaps some of them coming into her clinic to offset the initial pain inflicted, but this was quite unexpected. Though feverish, he wasn't exhibiting the other symptoms with a fever; and were it a fever, it could be healed. However, those facts did not negate the fact his temperature had to be brought down.]

[She asks for staff to get ice while she looks after him - also, to prepare a lukewarm bath. While those were gathered and prepared, she remained in the room, observing the patient closely.]

[pureyang]

[It definitely seems like an isolated incident, as other than the usual pain and aches from being literally branded with a tattoo, no one else was suffering the same way Chongyun was. It's definitely a spike in his Yang energy caused by the heat in]

[He groans as he shifts on the bed, eyes slowly opening halfway. He doesn't seem to focus on anything in particular, gaze bleary and glossed over. He lets out a faint wheeze, sweat gathered on his brow.]

I-I’m so warm...

[chatwithdeath]

[The ice comes in first, and with the help of some staff, she can begin placing it around him. Around his legs, arms, neck, one more for his forehead beading with sweat, but of course he comes around and moves.]

[Picking up the bag, Naomi tries to meet his eyes, but they're unfocused.]

Can you hear me? We're working on cooling you down now.

[She'll hold the bag against the top of his head while she's speaking to him.]

open clinic

[divinereaper]

Hello...!

[ having been given the go ahead to go in after knocking, naoto pops in with a weak smile. looks like someone didn't listen to darin's instructions.... ]

You got anything for chafing? I got... a mild case. [ that was putting it lightly. ]

[chatwithdeath]

'Chafing'...?

[Yes, right, the arm, but she somewhat narrows her eyes. Naoto, honestly...] Didn't you receive instructions to prevent that?

[divinereaper]

[ ah, the feeling of regret. naoto knows it too well at this point. ]

I did....... but I forgot to follow them..........

[chatwithdeath]

[Silence... accompanied by a hard stare. After a minute, there's a sigh.]

I can heal your chafing this time, but there's not going to be a second. If there's a second occasion, you'll at least leave here with the supplies.

ii - cult classic

[tempredmental]

[Keith watched, noting that Naomi clearly had no idea and definitely no interest in what this guy was attempting. However, Keith considered himself lucky at the moment because he'd been tracking him and hoping to catch him in the act to stop him. He figured that someone like this would be a good way to ease himself back into fighting shape after last month's injuries had finally finished healing. He was feeling pretty good at the moment.

Of course, the perpetrator had picked a movie that neither his attempted foe (Naomi) nor the person trying to stop him (Keith) had seen, so he got more and more agitated as no one seemed to be playing along. Whatever it was he was trying to reenact was apparently a fight scene, though, so, when the weapon (a sword) came out, Keith decided it was time to step in.

He drew his own blade.]

Hey... can't you take a hint? She's not interested in your game.

[chatwithdeath]

[Even if Keith wasn't feeling at 100%, the good news was he was protecting his doctor. Bad news would depend on how actually skilled the individual before them was. If he was only acting out scenes on those unaware, than it was likely not really an issue. He was just ambushing people with no fighting skills and unable to defend themselves.]

[Still, Keith drawing his weapon was seen as an accepted challenge.]

He's not listening, and probably hasn't for a while. Whether it's due to a physical or a mental health condition, he needs to be apprehended for that evaluation.

[tempredmental]

Well, that's why there's a board quest for him. [If anything, the idea that there was a quest to bring him in seemed to make the cloak movie fan happy!

Ha! See? And more quotes were spouted as if it was the start of some epic battle scene with a monologue, which really only annoyed Keith more.]

Can we just fight already?

[chatwithdeath]

[She nods, understanding that.]

[Though... Keith's question has her eyes narrow a bit and she gives Keith a confused look.]

He's following a script. That doesn't mean you have to.

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[crimsongirl]

The sheep were certainly a stubborn lot. Gaining their trust took a lot of time, from a gentle approach to bribing them with food. She definitely got burned a few times, using the ice magic to minimize the pain from the burns. And despite it all, even her hair briefly turning on fire, things began to settle down. Now the sheep seemed to approach her, nudging her back as they waited for their turn to be shaved. Least they were now cooperative, if a bit bossy.

Though Homura couldn't ignore the stare from a certain doctor. Eventually, she looked over to her. "So....just watching a show or something?"

It was an eventful half hour of chaos at least.

[chatwithdeath]

For each burn, Naomi waiting for Homura to come over, but she was too engrossed in her work that she didn't interrupt. Besides, if she was making progress with the sheep, it couldn't be halted abruptly. Still, she wouldn't recommend using ice on the burns, but any attempts to approach had the sheep begin to grow wary again. So, to the side she remained.

"I can't approach you to treat your burns without startling the sheep."

That's her reason and she's sticking to it unless Homura wanted to be char-broiled.

[crimsongirl]

Now that she thought about it, these sheep were making it hard for healers to come closer, getting closer and risking things to turn into a raging inferno. Still, she shrugged.

"Eh, I'm used to burns thanks to training. Least now, they mostly like me around--" She made a face as one sheep nudged her, spitting more fire until the ninja began scratch its head. It was like dealing with cats. "And bossy. Not forgetting that."