RP:Whiskey and Stitches
This is a Healer's Guild RP.
Summary: Joan follows Demeter to the Fallen Star Inn after her victory over Jinfeng at the last TOW match to heal and stitch up the wounded avian warrior woman.
The Fallen Star Inn
Tall stately walls, strong wood bounded in sturdy iron, stand testament to the will of the builders. For this place, above all others, will bare the hidden hopes and desires for peaceful repose. Strength in the makings, yet soft and welcoming in the execution, this is not your ordinary tavern. A buildout on the southernmost wall houses a stone pit made for fire, bringer of light, heat and hope. Spits for roasting have been built into the earthen housing, and when in use, the aromas permeate and compliment the far reaching light. Opposing in form, placement and function, a long wooden plank is placed out in a horseshoe shape, serving as bar top and resting place of ales and elbows. Held aloft by only a few metal supports, the view is open underneath to the server, as no hidden agendas here will be born. The eastern wall houses a large public message board, on which various messages both pertinent and trite may be read. Tables are placed in strategic disarray, each affording view to bar, hearth and door. This alone defines - even when at ease, the residents of this town know what it is to always be on guard.
Demeter lands just outside of the tavern, placing her weapons up before entering. She was exhausted and did not feel like fighting anymore today unless there was a tavern brawl to happen then she would be done. Just no more welding weapons for her, moving inside she went to a table sitting down as she waited for Joan. If Joan was already there she would join her.
Joan had followed the wounded avian as best as she could using her supernatural speed and a casual eye kept on the flying avian towards the nearest tavern, seeing that she was landing near the Fallen Star Inn the vampire quickens her pace to arrive soon after Demeter landed. Joan waited for the wounded avian warrior woman to disarm before following her in, once the woman took a seat Joan would move in close from behind to get a better glance at the tore wing. “Got’cha good did he?” She asked while plotting out now to tackle the wounded tore wing.
Demeter shakes her head, “The burn on my wing was done during the first round against Dawn, I just put mint salve for the inflammation and wrapped it.” She points to her shoulder as blood had coated it and was still slightly bleeding. “This needs stitches.” As she spoke she unclipped her chest armor, grabbing a rag off a waitress's hip to wipe it clean. Once done she placed it upon the table top. “I am Demeter, you?” Waving down the same waitress, “Two bottles of whiskey, a shot glass for both.”
Joan pressed her icy pale lips together as she looks over the other wound Demeter pointed out, the vampiric healer thinks before moving in closer now to better look over the wing, “Joan Blackheart, I’m a healer with the guild.” She points out the pure silver pendent she had hung around her neck the guilds symbol clearly visible, as the avian woman swiped as her bloody wound Joan would take the time to search her medical field kit hanging off her belt. “I can magically heal this wound and the older wound I can help there by magically pulling the old scar tissue together more and make the scar a much more smaller scar, almost barely visible, it is up to you, old skool or snazzy new aged magical treatment and less scars!” Joan said in a clear chipper tone.
Demeter listened as Joan spoke, “Scars don’t bother me.” She points to her face the numerous scars, her crooked nose from being broken a lot of time. The scar that went over her eye that had made her blind. “The wing I am most concerned about, I need to be able to fly without it starting to sting and hurt. My shoulder hurts, but my wing hurts the most still. I know the muscle is damaged in my shoulder, it is a deep cut. When it stings, my wing goes numb and tries to basically not work. An avian that can't fly is more disgraceful than being a lamashtian.” As the two bottles and two shot glasses came to the table Demeter gave the waitress a wink, biting the corks off and spitting them on the table. Pouring them both a shot, offering one to Joan after she pulls a flash free. Pouring a red liquid, a scent that Joan would know, blood. Into her own shot glass, lifting the glass up. “Salute.” Once the shots were clinked together she would jerk it back, the red tattoos would begin to twist into the black ink leaving the red to just outline the ink.
Joan nods as she listen to Demeter go over her other wounds and the blind eye, which Joan have a full slow visible glance of concern. She could restore vision to that eye with her special goo she had been working on, but she would suggest that later. Tore muscle was another concern for the healer, magically she could knit that together and add a numbing spell to help with the pain, but old school stitching was gonna hurt. “Hm, I will magically knit the muscle back together, that is the best option for tore muscle. Then stitch the wing together and closed.” She takes the offered shot first, mummering her thanks, the scent of blood from the flask is nice. Causing her to grin before she knocks back her own shot.
Demeter was already filling their shots, offering it again to Joan. Demeter was definitely an alcholic without question, she carried a whiskey bottle into the tournmant and used it to try to hit Jinfeng over top the head. "That's fine, what ever needs to be done. You're the healer, I just do messy stitches." She gave a deep rumbling laugh within her chest. "I think scars give me character, plus to me they show I have battled and survive still."
Joan finishes off her next refilled shot with a sigh of gusto. Sitting the shot glass down in the table near Demeter’s elbow the vampiric healer pulls out from her small field kit a needle and medical grade thread, she takes her time to thread the needle, once done she sets this aside on a clean napkin the bar maid had provided to the healer. Next Joan would pull out a small vial that held a cleaning liquid, this she uncork and pour into one cupped hand before setting down the vial before clasping her other hand against the palmed liquid, rubbing her hands together to spread the liquid all over both hands cleaning them. Once done with this Joan would retrieve another small vial from her field kit and presented it to the avian. “Drink this, it will help with the pain, spreading out a warm feeling outwards once drunk, it will dull the pain once I set to stitch.”
Demeter watched as Joan finished the shot, leaning her head back as Demeter just grabs her whiskey bottle and took a heavy swig from it. Out the corner of her eye watching Joan clean her hand and prep the needle, by the time she was done the avian had drank half the bottle. Putting it down on the tabletop, "No need for pain numbing, this is my pain numbing. Pain numbing is for the weak, I am a warrior we cause and receive pain without a second thought. Pain is a feeling I am accustomed too."
Joan offers a smile as Demeter refused the another vial, she figured as much, but she still had to offer the numbing liquid, storing away the vial back into her field bag the vampiric healer moved to pick up the other vial she had sat down, it still had more cleaning liquid in it, this she used to lightly dab around the ugly open wound to her wing. “Need to better clean this before I set to healing and then stitch it up, this will lessen your chance at getting an infection in there.” She explained while resting her other hand over the area where the tore muscle started, growing quite and still Joan connected to her magic deep inside her, exhaling slowly she slowly push out her healing energy from under hand towards the tore muscle under Demeter’s flesh and wing, willing the muscle to knit and mend, Joan’s personal healing magic would feel chilly as it wrapped around the slowly knitting muscle inside the avian warrior.
Demeter gave a nod to Joan, while her lips didn't give a smile her good eye showed her joy. "Plus, you can save your stash of numbing vials for those that need it more." Yes, the warrior has a soft kind side, and Joan was doing her a solid so was no reason to be rude to her. "Okay, do you want another shot too? I can hold it for you so you don't get your hands dirty again." Her eye brows left with the question. "Also, thank you for cleaning it and making sure no infection occurs. This is first time I have had a healer. Usually just me, and what I was taught. My stitching just involves messy quick stitching for when on a battle field." Giving a shiver as the cold healing process began, not one for the cold hence why she does not like Frostmaw. Especially after her feather's got coated in ice. If there was any pain she did not reveal it.
Joan kept quite and had her eyes closed to better concentrate on the knitting of the tore muscle, muscle was tricky to knit magically as there was so many things to make sure connected back together correctly. Mentally feeling the muscle and tissue connect back together the vampire healer would allow her chilly felt healing energies to branch out and heal whatever else might had been tore/hurt inside Demeter. Her healing energies felt chilly because Joan was a member of the undead but worked with the living because of the living blood she ingested to help her ‘live’. Blood had it’s own magical properties when used via magical healing, a lesson the woman was learning in her cross training. Inhaling in a slow easy manner her eyelids opened as she began to call back in her healing energies from Demeter’s inner body, a lilac aura glow could be seen seeping out above Demeter’s shoulder and returning back to Joan as she made another inspection of the wing. “Yes please, and yeah, I will save the vial. Thanks so very much. Give your shoulder a roll with care, tell me if the muscle feels alright to you, the movement will of course cause pain to the wing but I want to make sure you feel good with the magical healing to that muscle before I tackle this gapping wound.”
Demeter would lie if she said seeing Joan close her eyes didn’t bother her while healing her, shouldn't she be looking at it? The cold healing magic slipped inside her veins spreading through out her body, like a snake through sand. Goosebumps grew along her tatted flesh, and slowly went away as Joan magic withdrew. Her wing was starting to feel better, just felt sore now. Looking to the shoulder spotting the lilac glow coming forth. "Does that glow stay?" It be cool if it did, but she knew it wouldn’t, just trying to jest. With instruction she rotated the shoulder slowly. "Feels good, just tight. Pretty sore feeling, like a torn muscle."
Joan offered a quite chuckle while she went to pick up the threaded needle, “Well, yeah, it would not hurt if you allowed me to numb the pain. But I understand you warrior lot and the pride you take in feeling your aches and pain gained in battle.” Offering a fuller smile Joan would then quickly pinch the edge of the tore wing together. “Okay, this will stung slightly but I will be quick in stitching this up.” That said she’d pierced the edge of the wing wound and began to quickly stitch neat little stitching into the wing, sewing it back together. “Well, we give free classes on wound care and first aid up at the House of Ara in Larket, we also have openings for field medics if you are interested in learning.” She spoke to help take Demeter’s mind off the quick little needle pricks, no doubt the avian warrior woman felt the needle moving in and out of her wing and the thread pulling close the wing in quick succession.
Demeter began pouring a shot for Joan, while she stitches up her wing. Cringing as the needle went in the very sensitive flesh, holding the shot over to joan waiting for her to tilt her head to pour the liquor in her mouth. With that she took a deep swig again from the bottle. "Add that up to avian, you get one big headed ridicuously stubborn female. Which makes it worse because I am a female so we are even more stubborn, triple stubborn and prideful." Dem tries to jest again, her eyebrows relaxed. "I may be interested if you will be there."
Joan tilted her head and open her mouth for the shot to be poured in before swallowing. “Mm, I will be there time to time, but I’m not ranked high up enough to train anyone else by myself. It be the main clinical teacher and me there to help assist. But for field medic training you be learning under Emilia or someone else. I am only signed up under Restoration branch healing for now.” Explaining she finished off with a few tied down knots she’d cut the thread with one sharp nail to cut the medical thread. Once more she’d pick up the cleaning liquid vial to pour the remaining over the threaded closed stitched wound, snatching up the napkin she’d dap at the wet closed area to clean and dry it while inspecting her work. “That should do it. The stitching should come out in a couple weeks or how ever long for it heal. You can come up to the clinic to get them removed and inspected once more, totally up to you. Or do it yourself or by someone you trust, just at the clinic we also check to make sure everything is done correctly and in a clean environment.” A full fanged smile is offered as Joan puts away the rest of her equipment back into her small medical field bag the wet bow crumbled napkin is tossed towards the nearest waste bin.
Demeter nods, leaving the bottle of whiskey for Joan to finish off that was bought. The other one she also bought and drank half off was took up in her hand, "I'll have you do it when it is time, again thank you. That bottle is yours. If you go to the dance, might see me there." With that she stands, bowing before heading out.