[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.]

Comments

[chatwithdeath]

On the bed will do.

[Meanwhile, she'll get what he needs out of her cabinet...]

[divinereaper]

[ Naoto slinks onto the bed, really unhappy with the situation. ah, hindsight was indeed 20-20. ]

Do you need my arm off? [ he starts reaching for the enclosures, just in case. ]

[chatwithdeath]

Yes. You do want your arm treated, do you not?

[She can't do that through his arm.]

[divinereaper]

R-Right. Dumb question.

[ and he pops it off without much complaint, revealing darkened skin and a very bad healing job. ]

[chatwithdeath]

[Once his arm is off, Naomi steps closer to have a look. Uh huh... yup...]

So how long has this chafing been an issue?

[Because it looks like it's been trying to heal... and then getting rubbed again.]

[divinereaper]

About a week or so?

[ he's looking anywhere but her and his exposed arm. at least she wasn't screaming. ]

[chatwithdeath]

[That answer gets him a sharp look.]

You're lucky this didn't become infected. Have you had a tetanus shot?

[Not that the material looked degraded at all, but as a precaution.]

[divinereaper]

[ he winces at the look. yep, there's nothing good coming out of this. ]

I have, but even so, I just... thought it'd heal itself.... [ totally not looking her in the eye. he clicks his tongue. ] I know it's careless, but... I don't want people worrying about me, is all.

[chatwithdeath]

[Very little good comes from a doctor's visit.]

Taking care of yourself is how you make people worry about you less. [Rolling her eyes a bit, she'll start by cleaning the area.]

You'll have to thoroughly clean the affected area and dry it, and I'll give you two ointments that can be applied. One you will use if you leave it for this long again, and the second for the early signs of chafing.

[divinereaper]

[ his face says it all-- it was a despondent, almost barren look. taking care of himself...? that's all he ever did, but it never seemed to work in his favor, did it? but instead of voicing it, his expression morphs back into something more neutral, staying quiet and keeping his gaze down.

once given the instructions, he nods. easy enough to integrate into his daily life. ] Simple enough. Thanks.

[chatwithdeath]

...

[Even though she was demonstrating, she heals his chafing right now anyway. The cleaning was an example; he could figure out how to apply ointment.]

How long have you had this arm? Taking care of it is likely not in your daily routine yet.

[divinereaper]

[ there was a hint of confusion in his eyes as he felt the chafing be healed, but it fades as quickly as it came. he knows he always ends up putting his foot in his mouth, so he doesn't bother. ​]

Got it last month. [ a quick, simple answer-- just to get it all over with. ]

[chatwithdeath]

Yes, that's not long enough for you to be comfortable with it considering what it is.

Just try placing it better in your routine.

[divinereaper]

[ he nods again, this time forcing his smile to at least show his appreciation for all her work. ]

Right. Thank you, really... how much do I owe you?

[chatwithdeath]

[She shakes her head.]

Don't worry about it. I'm paid by the hospital.

[divinereaper]

... then stop by my café one day. I'll give you some of my tea.

[ he wonders if she's even a tea person. ]

[chatwithdeath]

Your café? What's it called?

[Since she hasn't commented on the tea, she must like it.]

[divinereaper]

Magnolia Café. Stop by sometime.

[ he puts on his arm, smiling a weak smile as he starts leaving. ] Thanks again. I'll see you around.

[chatwithdeath]

Hm, I'll see if I can.

[She nods.] Hopefully around. Take care of your arm.