3RD ☄ s h o o t i n g s t a r ☄ a c t i o n / v o i c e

[magicalesbian]

[You know things are bad when not even books can grab Kari's attention. It's been over a month since the draft, since she was injured, and it's only in the past two weeks that she's finally been able to train without wincing at every twist of her body. And ever since then, that's pretty much all she's been doing -- anything to keep her mind occupied with as little human interaction required as possible.]

[Not even today's rain can stop her from training. Now that her injuries have more or less healed up, it was back to her usual routine: fighting simulated swordsmen, adding another each time she successfully defeats all of them, and subtracting one for each time she's knocked down. For awhile, she leaves the safety on -- but somehow that's just not enough. The enemy wasn't going to go easy on her in the battlefield, so why should she go easy on herself now? She needed to be stronger. Better. Even at her full strength out there, she wasn't strong enough to protect herself. If she were stronger, she wouldn't still be so upset about what happened out there. That's gotta be it, right?]

[After all, killing people is just part of what it means to be a hero in a place like this... right?]

[But as some point, the training has to stop. Her arms ache -- with the safety off, she probably recieved a rather nasty cut somewhere along the line. And she won't know how bad until she transforms back into Kari... but she can't exactly do that here, or else someone might be able to deduce her identity. And so she sets off for home, hiding the tired stagger in her step well. But upon returning home, she finds herself in a bit of a... predicament.]

[The voice that calls over the journal is most definitely Kari, and she sounds a bit strained:]

Uhm... is there anyone from the clinic who wouldn't mind making a house-call? I-I broke some glass and I fell. [...] Except, you know, the other way around. If it weren't so nasty outside I'd try to make it myself, but I don't think that's really an option for me right now. I kinda live on the top floor, and I'm already a little dizzy.

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[ooc: Hoshikyo is training everyday from May 1st onward, so if an earlier day would be more convenient, go ahead an throw a different date in the subject line! Also, feel free to break time/space in terms of who reaches out to her for the voice part. Knowing Kari, this has probably happened to her more than once anyway!]

Comments

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

...YOU'RE BLEEDING THAT BADLY!? How much glass did you- [No, no. More importantly.] Which building are you in!? [Not a doctor, but he knows how to stop bleeding.]

[Voice]

[magicalesbian]

It's not... I mean, I'm not bleeding that much, but. You know. Falling down, sight of blood, kinda makes you a little dizzy, you know?

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

Oh, it's just the sight. That's not so bad I guess. PHEW! You had me pretty worried there for a minute.

[Voice]

[magicalesbian]

...you know, just because I'm not bleeding to death doesn't mean it's nothing to worry about. I'll probably need, like. Stitches or something here.

[Or magic glowy healing -- this place was cool like that.]

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

Y-yeah, but at least you're not in danger of dying right away. I'm no doctor, but I'll still come give you hand. I can at least help stop the bleeding and get you somewhere. So were are you exactly?

written; filtered

[alloys]

[ Look, he'll even filter this, because he's nice like that. ]

Having some trouble? You know - you seem to have a nasty habit of getting scraped up. Might want to see a psychiatrist about that.

written/voice; filtered

[magicalesbian]

[Oh look it's her favorite person-- WRONG. She can't exactly hold a pen right now so she'll just have to deal with a one-sided conversation. Lovely.]

Oh, shut up. Your beard makes you look like a porn star.

written; filtered

[alloys]

Clever. Except not very. But gold star for trying. You probably wouldn't want to accept help from a porn star, would you?

voice; filtered

[magicalesbian]

Not particularly. [Though it's looking like slim-pickings in terms of anyone else who's willing to help.]

[Not that she's going to admit that, of course.]

And I'm not exactly jumping for the chance of being indebted to you again.

written; filtered

[alloys]

Indebted to me further, you mean. You still haven't made up for the first time.

[voice]

[sketchingideals]

[Jeb doesn't recognize her, surprise surprise. But he's still concerned upon hearing a message like that.]

I-- I'm not from the clinic, but I'm able to heal you if you need it...! [He doesn't expect her to take him up on it since they don't know each other, but he can at least offer...]

[voice]

[magicalesbian]

[Aww, it's that sweet girl she had lunch with before! Who she still thinks is a girl. Y E P. But that was as Hoshikyo. And injuries aside, she can still remember that much.]

[If anyone's watching, they might notice how overwhelming nicer she is to this offer.]

Wow, that's really sweet of you to offer! I'd really appreciate it. Normally I'd try to heal myself, but I'm a little tired today. That and I'm still not really used to all this magic stuff here, you know?

[voice]

[sketchingideals]

I understand. So you want me to, right? Where exactly do you live?

[Because not knowing where he's headed would be... um. Bad.]

[voice]

[magicalesbian]

I'm on the top floor of community building 7. Oh! And I'm Kari. My name is on the door out front. So it shouldn't be too hard to find.

[Also there's gonna be a bit of blood on the doorknob, which is probably more of a giveaway.]

[voice -> action]

[sketchingideals]

It's nice to meet you, Kari. My name's Jeb. I'll be there as quickly as possible, okay?

[It takes Jeb a while to get there, but he does move as quickly as he can. Once he gets to the top floor of community building 7, her room is indeed easy to find--though the blood on the doorknob is concerning. He knocks.]

Kari?

[Voice]

[agelesseyes]

[A call for help, well, that's no big deal. The girl sounds familiar somehow, maybe someone the Aes Sedai has seen around the battle dome or something. Not that it matters, she needs healing and Moiraine is happy to help]

Of course. I don't work at the clinic, but I am accounted a skilled healer. Where do you live? I can be there directly.

[Voice]

[magicalesbian]

Oh, a healer would be just great right now! [As much as she didn't like having to depend too heavily on healing magic (believing in some part of her mind that the pain made her stronger) it would be better not to have to wait for her wounds to heal.]

[Plus, this way she can get right back to training without running the risk of making bad wounds even worse!]

I'm in Community building 7, on the top floor. But I hope it's not asking too much. I mean, coming all this way for someone you don't even know...

[Voice--Action]

[agelesseyes]

Of course, it's no trouble. I don't live too far away as it is, and the weather is pleasant enough.

[Closing her journal, the ageless-faced Aes Sedai makes her way over and climbs the stairs. After her bout of witchcraft and newt-making, she feels more obligated than usual to look after inhabitants. Not to mention having a strong desire to make connections that could be beneficial in the future.

A light tapping comes at the door a little while later.]

[Action]

[magicalesbian]

[It takes a little while for Kari to answer the door, though she's sure to call out beforehand so as not to make her think she collapsed or something. She may have taken care of the injuries on her legs, but they still hurt to move.]

[When she opens the door, it's probably pretty easy to guess by looking at her that she did far more than drop some glass. One arm is wrapped in a bloodied towel and the other is covered in long, thin cuts. Her skirt is torn in a few places and her shirt is dotted with small blood stains here and there.]

Hi! Uhm. I didn't get your name, but. I'm Kari.

[Great first impression, here.]

[Action]

[agelesseyes]

[At the sight of the teenager, Moiraine's eyes slide along her injuries with a practiced precision. She's not much older than a Tower Novice, and actually a bit taller than the smooth-faced, ageless-looking Aes Sedai. Of course, the regal, queenly air of the short woman was unruffled as she inspected the young lady.]

You may call me Moiraine, Kari.

[There's no accusation in Moiraine's voice or eyes, only outward calm, but it's obvious that Kari's lied to her. Glass wouldn't do that. Battle might, but not glass.]

May I come in and see to your treatment?

[voice]

[frost_jewel]

[Already dizzy? That catches Mia's attention the fastest.]

The top floor of which building, please?

[voice]

[magicalesbian]

[You know, if she wasn't seriously injured, this would make for a pretty sweet gig. Look at all the pretty girls who are replying here!]

[...wait, no. Focus, Kari!!]

Oh! Uhm, it's Community building 7. If I didn't live on the top floor I probably could have gone myself. But you know how it is, trying to navigate all those stairs even on a good day...

[voice]

[frost_jewel]

My name is Mia, and I work at the clinic. I can be there in a few minutes.

[It will take a bit more than a few but she'll hurry, especially if it's bad.]

Can you be more specific about what happened?

[voice]

[magicalesbian]

Well. I was carrying some new glassware that I got at the item shop earlier today, and I kinda tripped coming up the stairs. The fall didn't really get me, but I landed on the glass that broke, and it gave me some pretty nasty cuts.

[Which is a pretty good story and she tells it like it's very much the truth, but it'll probably be pretty clear coming up to her building that no such accident looks to have taken place there. Unless she's just some kind of super cleaner.]

I already cleaned the glass out? But, you know, looking at all the blood's made me kinda nauseous.

[voice]

[frost_jewel]

Stay in one place and try not to look at it, then. I'll be there soon.

[And once she gets there, and comes up the steps? The glass-free steps? She'll be a little suspicious, but mostly worried about the extent of this girl's injuries.]