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Intro Log: Off my chest

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for April.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: April 10th-13th
Warnings: Newbies, explosions, and things that are definitely treasure chests and not evil monsters out to get you.

Welcome to your first day in Hadriel! Enjoy your surroundings, meet your fellow travelers, and be sure to start exploring so you can collect as much loot as possible!

On the ground around you may notice bang snaps, scattered haphazardly. Try not to step on any of them, or you might burn your feet! Feel free to gather them up and use these baby fireworks however you see fit; there are dozens strewn about on the ground. Popping them will emit clouds of smoke of various colors, and... well, not much else.

Is there anything else lurking around? Glad you asked! If you look around, you may find a few innocent-looking treasure chests. Which you know, normally means free loot- except, in Hadriel, nothing is quite the way it's advertised of course and the chests are actually dangerous mimics. Mimics- often disguised as treasure chests- are monsters with surprisingly quick movements and gaping maws filled with teeth. They exist to try and fool an unlucky traveler into thinking they've gotten something good... only to lunge at them in their moment of triumph and prove that life is actually terrible and nothing comes for free.

Good luck!

Once you've managed your daring escape from the colosseum, feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers April 10th-13th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well!
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Maketh isn't expecting to run into anyone on her daily patrol - see them, perhaps exchange greetings - but not crash bodily into them. Especially not someone with blood still on them, drying tacky and dark against their clothes. She staggers back - should have been looking where she was going, why does she keep doing that - and nearly swears. Then she sees who she crashed into and says a very bad word.

"Rey? Oh--what happened? Where are you injured?"

When you're a walking tank, a little bump is no big deal. Usually. But when you're a tank that's just been put through the ringer, that's a different story altogether.

Upon impact, Rey instinctively retreats a few steps, almost recoiling before she sees that it's Maketh, a more or less familiar face. The corner of her split lip twitches as her fingers clamp over the spot in her chest where she had been impaled.

"No worries, it isn't as bad as it looks." Not anymore, anyway, even though she still has that stagger from the pain of moving around.

"It looks pretty bad," Maketh observes. Of course Rey has power, was designed for battle so far as Maketh understands it, so if it hasn't killed her yet, then maybe...

No, she needs medical attention. That much is clear.

Maketh straightens her back. "Show me where you're hurt."

It does look pretty bad. Not just her face, but the way Rey carries herself, too. For a soldier who is more oft to stand at attention, she's slouched forward like someone had just been punched in the gut.

In truth, someone did punch her in the gut not too long ago, though strangely it didn't happen here. Rey is still trying to wrap her head around that...

"Just here." She looks down with her one good eye at the spot where her hand is clasped over, before returning her gaze back to Maketh. "Was able to heal it a little, but it seems Hope's blessing doesn't last forever."

At least she made some use of what little hadn't yet decayed.

All right. Her chest, then. Maketh takes a hesitant step closer, hands extended. Move slowly, keep it deliberate, nothing sharp or sudden. Rey is strong and she's injured - she might lash out if Maketh does the wrong thing, and that would be an unfortunate ending to the evening. "Can you show me?"

They have healers with power beyond what Maketh thought possible. Rey will live. It's foolish to think she won't.

Reluctant, she nods.

Lucky for everyone involved, Rey's injury is low enough not to make this awkward. She lifts her shirt only enough to show some extra bruises on her stomach, and a fresh wound a little higher in the shape of a hole, about two inches in diameter. Rey managed to heal it the best she could with her own hand, but not enough to stop it from becoming a new scar.

"It's nothing serious now. Just hurts like hell." Having a rebar rip through your body is bound to hurt a while.

Nothing serious. Right then.

Maketh leans in close, but doesn't touch. Stab wound, all right, it doesn't seem to be gushing, Rey isn't crumpled over like it went through her intestines. Good so far. The wound's too big for a knife. Maketh straightens. She won't coddle Rey, has a feeling the woman wouldn't appreciate it. "It doesn't seem to be bleeding much, and if we're lucky, it missed your organs. Have you cleaned it?"

The absence of coddling is more appreciated than Maketh probably realizes. Rey isn't out and about because she wants to be babied. She just can't imagine sitting still, alone in a room with only her thoughts. At least pain is a distraction.

"It's clean and cauterized. Wouldn't worry about infections so much. Don't think the intent was to kill..." Rey trails off when she seriously thinks about that. Is that true? Everything happened too fast for her to know for certain whether or not she's even still alive back in her own world.

Either way, it's going to take more than impalement with a narrow implement to take her down. That must she does know.

There's no reason not to take Rey's word on the matter. Maketh frowns, though. Wounds need to be dealt with. And it hardly matters what the intent was. Consider that later. Survive the moment. "It needs to be covered. Closed if possible. I can take you to a medic, or I can try and do it myself. Pick one."

Refusing treatment is not an option she'll allow.

It becomes swiftly apparent that Maketh isn't someone who will take no for an answer. Rey frowns as she considers her options, lowering her shirt once again to cover the wound.

"Would rather not go to a clinic." She isn't too keen on the prospect of someone she doesn't know poking and prodding at her, let alone her injuries.

That settles it, then. Maketh nods just once. "I have supplies at my apartment. Can you make it that far?"

She can clean it again and put a bandage on it, at least. Give Rey some alcohol to dull the pain. Later, Maketh knows she'll have to find a way to either convince Rey to see a real doctor or trick her into doing so, but that's a decision for further down the road. Focus on the now. Break each task into steps.

First, get Rey inside. Clean the wound again. It's been rubbing up against Rey's shirt. Even if it was cleaned, it's no longer so. Put a bandage on it. Check Rey for other injuries. There were bruises on her stomach. Possible internal injuries. One step at a time.

"Yes. Where do you live?"

Rey has made it this far on her own two feet. After everything she has been through, she has no doubt that she can carry herself even farther than this.

She attempts to straighten her posture once again, but winces and just about curls into herself, bringing her hand back over the hole in her chest, now concealed under the cloth of her shirt.

Yeah, she's in pain. Maketh thins her mouth. "Spire one. Come on. There you go."

She offers her arm, after a moment. Just in case.

Rey shakes her head at Maketh's hand, declining her offer. She'll have plenty of time to be manhandled later; she'd rather delay the inevitable if possible.

"Got it. Just lead the way."

"All right. It's not far."

That's true, thankfully. Maketh doubts she'd be able to carry Rey if it comes to that. She hopes it won't. Manhandling unconscious people across uncertain terrain has never been her idea of fun. A few drunken misadventures have made it happen before, though.

Whatever brought this moment about, Maketh doubts it was a celebration. But then, Rey said it hadn't been meant to kill. So there was that.

Maketh kept a careful eye on Rey the whole time, but didn't try to speak. There would be time for that later. "It's the first one -- right here."

She holds the door open.

Unless Maketh turned out to be some sort of super woman, Rey has doubts that she would even be sustained. She's much heavier than she appears, even for someone of her stature. Having a metal skeleton will pack on a couple extra hundred pounds.

That said, Rey is certain that she would only slow Maketh down if the other woman were to attempt to sustain her weight. That she can carry on her own, as she follows Maketh to her home and helps herself the moment that door is open for her. She doesn't waste much time before finding a couch to plop down in.

"Appreciate it," she eventually says with a strained exhale, as though it hurt to breathe. Just because she isn't beaming with gratitude doesn't mean she's churlish.

All right, the first part is done. Maketh closes the door firmly, then goes to fetch her medical kit. She stops in the kitchen on the way back for some alcohol, to clean the wound and also to - hopefully - make Rey a touch more cooperative. At the very least, it ought to dull the pain a little.

She passes the whiskey over silently and kneels down by the couch. "Lift your shirt, okay? And try not to punch me."

Rey waits patiently for Maketh to return, placing her hand over her stomach. It would seem that her healing hadn't completely dispelled the ache from the recent beating she'd endured. Not that she's surprised. There is some part of her that would rather feel every bit that she is feeling right now. She doesn't deserve a reprieve.

In spite of this, Rey accepts the whiskey handed to her, popping open the bottle to down a few swallows as if it's water. It isn't just the physical pain that she needs this for, after all.

Handing it back, she nods and holds her shirt up again. If Maketh inspects thoroughly, she'll find that whatever did Rey in went clean through her body -- she has a similar wound in her back. Along with a few extra scrapes, scars, and bruises here and there.

"No worries," she assures. "Have dealt with worse pain than this."

Like that's supposed to make anyone feel better.

"That's nice," Maketh murmurs, setting out her medical kit. It's really not, but this is not the time to reminisce about past horrors. First things first, she needs to clean the wound again. Rey said it had been cauterized, so that was one problem already solved, but the process isn't quite done yet.

Maketh leans in close, frowning. The wound is deep, more serious than her training is really prepared to deal with. But she's here and Rey hasn't died yet, so there's hope. She snaps on a pair of surgical gloves and reminds herself not to hesitate. Blood is nothing. Maketh is used to blood. "I'm going to rinse it first, then flush the wound. It's going to hurt. A lot. Try to hold still."

Even Rey can catch a bit of sarcasm in Maketh's tones, but decides not to say anything about it. She's reluctant to even mention the cauterized wound in her shoulder from where she had been stabbed with a steak knife. Because that isn't cause for concern or anything and it's not gushing out blood, so it's all good. Isn't that how it works?

Either way, no. Rey has not died yet. And she has died plenty of times to know when she's on the brink of death.

"Right. What's a little more pain, anyway?" She shrugs, still holding onto her shirt so Maketh can get the job done.

~~Rey you are in so much trouble when she finds out about your shoulder.~~

Maketh hums, more to herself than Rey, and unceremoniously dumps the medical alcohol onto the wound. It'll sting and there will be pain - a fair amount - but she thinks Rey will live. The process might not be pleasant, but she'll live.

First part done. Now to flush the wound.

She uses saline this time. It stings less. The discharge still comes out bloody. Maketh frowns. "You've opened it up. Not much. But a little. This will take longer than I thought."

~~Oops. To be fair even Rey has forgotten that it's there.~~

Pain she can handle. A little? A lot? Doesn't matter. She's had limbs blown off before so this is a scratch compared to other injuries she's suffered.

Having a little basic knowledge in first aid herself, Rey knows how the routine goes. She nods. "Just do what you have to do."

The sooner this is over with, the better.

~~Excuses. Be prepared for a lecture.~~

To Maketh's surprise, Rey doesn't flinch. Her breathing doesn't stutter or change at all. How strange. Her pain tolerance must be amazing. Perhaps she can turn it off at will, if part or most of her body is synthetic? Maketh heard rumors the Jedi could do such things. Change their very physiology by sheer force of will.

Not that it matters. Tissue regeneration doesn't appear to be one of Rey's talents, so Maketh goes about it the old fashioned way. What she wouldn't give for some bacta gel. Rey's lucky that Maketh knows anything about old world medicine in the first place. The Empire has largely outgrown such things.

Hadriel is a few steps back, technology wise.

When she's done flushing the wound and cleaning it out as best she can, Maketh puts a bandage on it, securing it with medical tape. She's careful to leave one side untaped, to let air escape. "All right. I need to see your back now. It went all the way through."

~~Thanks to her brother, she's used to them.~~

While Rey is able to dissociate herself from the pain, she allows herself to experience this one. The hurt that led her to this state is something that she needs to feel.

Once Maketh is done, Rey brings herself back to the present and blinks. Is she done already?

No, of course not.

"Yes," she confirms, rolling up her shirt a little more and turning so that Maketh could inspect her back. "It was a rebar."

The angle of the injury is a little downwards, avoiding any vitals. The most notable thing about her from this side is the deep gash scar on her lower back, which isn't terribly old.

"A--a rebar?"

Oh by all that's holy, how is she still alive? Maketh shakes her head. The shock alone would have killed most people. It's a damn miracle the thing didn't puncture Rey's intestines, or anything essential for survival. "Do I want to know?"

Maketh pauses, still holding the antibiotic cream. Her gloves are bloody now. "Is there anything I need to know, anything that concerns the safety of the people here?"

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