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Intro Log: Eat Your Veggies

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for January
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: January 10th-16th
Warnings: Luscious greenery and confused newbies

As has become tradition within the good (well, okay) city of Hadriel, new arrivals will awake on the floor of the half-destroyed colosseum. Confused and disoriented, you may be wondering where you are and what you're doing there. Don't worry! Someone will probably tell you sooner or later, as long as you get out of the colosseum alive.

Oh, right. About that. Along with the poor, innocent, vulnerable new arrivals are a number of other new friends! Well, maybe less 'friends' than 'horrifying monsters', but are you really going to be picky? Wandering the arena are Shambling Mounds. These creatures are large, unattractive piles of vaguely humanoid-shaped vegetation. They hit hard, they can take a lot of damage, and if you're really unlucky they might manage to engulf you with their weird plant bodies. If that happens, you'd better try to get free fast - otherwise they'll just walk off with you stuck inside and kill you later at their leisure.

The Door appears to have cast a wide net for 'plant monsters', and while Shambling Mounds are the only ones that can actually hurt you, it's managed to pull in a number of smaller, less dangerous carnivorous plants. Some of them are even kind of cute! So if you were looking for a pet venus flytrap or a new pitcher plant, you're in luck. Scattered around the colosseum are carnivorous potted plants, just waiting to find a new home.

Make a new plant friend, or get eaten by one, or run screaming! Whatever you choose to do, once you find your way out of the colosseum there's plenty of other distractions. Feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, a new monster, a project to help with, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers January 10th-16th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication and the newbie guide installed.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

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[A peculiar sense of calm overtakes him once Lunafreya finally awakens from her death like slumber. Regis is quick to cradle the woman's head and shoulders so she could get her ragged coughs out better. She's dehydrated, bewildered and most of all, in terrible agony. Treating her like one would treat glass, Regis cautiously holds her gently as she speaks.

The poor child...

Fate has truly been obscenely cruel towards those he deems as most innocent in this tale of Kings and Gods. Regis hopes to do his part to lessen the injuries done to them both.]

Shh... [A quiet hush follows as Regis continues to clean the excess blood off her.] There will be time to talk, dear princess. You have honored the Line of Lucis bravely to the very end and given our world the Light it needs to outshine the Darkness.

Your duty as Oracle has ended but I bade for you to rest, and allow us to aid you.

[Now eyeing the injury with a worried gaze, Regis gently lowers Lunafreya back down onto the comfortable cushions of the couch so he could begin. He adds a few droplets of water around the injury first before wordlessly reaching within the bag beside him to pull out a pair of rubber gloves.

Regis wouldn't dare let his bare hands touch the wound without proper measures.]

Forgive me if this hurts. I shall be gentle.

[Regis warns as he carefully rubs some water into the wound to flush out some of the dried blood. He then adds just a few droplets of peroxide into the water so he can clean the wound properly. It's a painstaking task but it must be done. He refuses to lose the princess due to infection.

The wound must be cleansed.]

Noct, pass me another cloth.

Edited 2017-01-13 04:11 (UTC)

[ He's thankful for his father... For more reasons than one. His revival, his company, and his knowledge for thoroughly taking care of a stab wound that has sufficiently confounded and intimidated the prince. He's mortified by it, truthfully. And perhaps that's because of who the stab wound was inflicted upon. He had at least bought Lunafreya some extra time, and he's thankful for that much. ]

[ Noctis straightens almost military-like when Regis calls for him. ]

Ah--

On it.

[ He turns around and rushes for their supplies, grabbing a couple cloths just to be safe. He promptly hands them to Regis. ]

[ Lunafreya struggles to hold even a tenuous grasp on lucidity even as her eyelids sink closed, and while the darkness of unconsciousness momentarily robs Noctis and Regis of her presence, she claws her way back, eager to render any assistance to the two of them that she can. The sting of pain that comes from Regis cleansing the wound causes her to make a soft noise, but she remains still. She keeps her eyes closed even as he adds peroxide to the area, and the burning sting that follows makes the previous pain that she had felt seem like a gentle caress in comparison.

Lunafreya chokes on a breath, clutching at the cushion beneath her as she struggles to remain still. Her eyes open at this point and focuses on the sound of the king's voice, her own coming out cracked and broken when she speaks again. ]

Please... do what you must. I will... endure. [ She holds onto the words he had spoken previously, and she manages the ghost of a smile. ] Thank you, Your M-Majesty...

[ Blearily, she turns her gaze to Noctis, inclining her head towards him as best as she is able. ] And you, my dear Noctis... I am grateful that the stars saw fit for you to find me before I... [ Luna sucks a breath through her teeth as pain washes over her wound, but she steadies herself. ] Before... I met my end... [ Again. ]

[That hiss of pain makes Regis grit his teeth some. He knows that cleaning the wound is the most painful part but he can't risk her ill. An infection would undoubtedly kill Lunafreya at this point, she's far too weak to fight one off.

Regis takes the cloths from Noctis with an approving nod before trying to dry the excess water off of Lunafreya. Next, he reaches within the medical supplies again and pries out a small vial of saline. He's making doubly sure that this wound is clean before getting to work sealing it.]

Now, now. I think we're beyond formalities, dear. [Regis says with a smile as he continues cleaning her wound with the saline mixture. This definitely hurt some because of the salt content but he is quick with it.] Simply 'Regis' will do.

[Now done with this painstaking process, it's finally time for Regis to seal this wound. He picks out a few tools from the medical kit. There's a pair of silver probes, a very small sewing needle and thread, a strip of cotton and of course bandages. The bandages will come last in this mock surgery. Right now, Regis needs to get this injury closed. The longer it's open, the lesser her chances.]

Once we get this closed, we're taking you to the clinic the next day. [He announces once he begins. Lunafreya might feel a slight hint of pain here. That's needle and thread working its way into her flesh. Hopefully, the area around the wound is a tad numb thanks to the saline. That would lessen the pain a bit.] I personally would feel more comfortable if a professional looks over you.

My medical knowledge is limited.

[He's doing his best though.]

[ Lunafreya is grateful for Regis' efforts, and though she makes soft noises of discmofort, she endures the treatment he provides with no complaint. She keeps her eyes off of the area that he works on, keeping her breathing level until he applies the saline to her wound. The pain robs her lungs of air for but an instant as Regis utilizes the solution, and the aftermath leaves pain zinging from the site of her wound. ]

W-While that is... likely... I wouldn't deign to... address you so informally. [ Lunafreya attempts to remain lighthearted in order to diffuse the situation, her eyes falling upon Noctis. She still feels as if she could slip back into unconsciousness at any moment, but the small, sharp pinch of the needle entering her skin alarms her. Lunafreya does her best to remain still, keeping her eyes on Noctis' face in order to retain her focus. She can feel the way Regis pulls the needle and thread through her flesh, and though the sensation is numbed, it's enough to make her vision swim. ]

I... have heard tell of the clinic... M-Many people had... tried to bring me there... before Noctis found me... [ Lunafreya stammers, speaking in order to keep her mind off of the makeshift surgery that the old King provides. It doesn't do much to help.

Despite her best efforts, Lunafreya feels the color drain from her face as a length of thread is pulled through her desensitized flesh, and she gasps. She knows that she is in good hands in spite of Regis' lack of knowledge, but she feels as if she could pass out from the sheer shock of feeling herself literally being sewn back up. ]

[ This isn't the first time that Noctis has witnessed a stitching procedure. And in fact, he's had to deal with a few himself. He's been in Lunafreya's position, but for much milder cuts and gashes. Not a stab-wound in the godsdamned abdomen. It's sickening to watch, both in terms of who is receiving the treatment and how grave the wound is. While he is silent in watching, he catches the gaze that Lunafreya seeks to place upon him. ]

[ Noctis takes a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm for her sake. He wouldn't dare break Regis' concentration, and decides to take a few careful steps forward. He crouches beside his father, giving enough distance and space for him to work. ]

You're doing great.

[ He speaks softly, encouraging her as best as he can despite how obvious it is that she's on the verge of losing consciousness again. Noctis sits near where her head rests, where he delicately places his hand upon her shoulder. ]

Edited 2017-01-16 01:51 (UTC)

[A smile toys at the corners of his lips as Lunafreya's attempt at jest. The poor woman is trying so hard to ignore the piercing sensation of needle upon flesh. He's methodically careful as he continues to sew, his eyes solely focused on the task at hand.]

Goodness--! [Regis begins as he keeps sewing. The wound is slowy closing with every faint tug but it's still quite a long process for Lunafreya to endure. The king has to stop for a second to ease his nervous hands before daring to continue anew. His hands sometimes quiver every now and then but it became less frequent.] We cannot possibly have you continue with such needless formalities after this ordeal.

We'll find a way to ease the transition somehow.

[A thin sheen of sweat gathers at his brows once he finishes midway. Regis takes a brief moment to catch his breath before turning to Noct suddenly.]

Noctis. [His tone is clenched with stress but still gentle.] Be so kind as to offer Lunafreya a bottle of water. I made certain to fetch lukewarm water instead of anything ice cold. Just offer her a little bit, not a lot.

The dehydration might settle in.

[ Noctis nearly jumps at the chance when Regis calls him. He turns his head to his father quick, fingers clutched gently over Lunafreya's shoulder before they eventually let go. He nods. ]

On it.

[ Quickly, he gets on his feet and rushes for the bottled water. He brings it over and kneels down again. Noctis opens it, looking to Luna. ]

Just... Let me know when you're ready for it, okay?

[ Lunafreya focuses on the way Noctis' hand feels on her shoulder, managing a strained smile up at him when he speaks. ] Well... I certainly am doing all I can and... That is all I can ask for, I suppose. Surely this... is nothing... compared to the sights you both have seen during hunts.

[ Lunafreya is not an active combatant, more accustomed to the strain that comes only from communing with gods than to wounds inflicted by a blade. The toll her powers enacted upon her was mostly internal, invisible to those around her. The wound Ardyn had inflicted, however, was far more dire at present; while her body had been steadily weakening by the time she had summoned Leviathan, it would seem that the gods of Hadriel had granted her some small boon in lightening the burden that Eos' gods had placed upon her, leaving her with only her external wounds to contend with.

She truly counts herself as lucky that Noctis and Regis happen to be here with her. Without them, there would be little doubt that she would survive.

While she grows used to the feeling of thread being pulled through her flesh, Lunafreya still feels faint, something in her gut hitching and squirming at the alien feeling. She doesn't notice the minimal trembles of Regis' hand, instead focusing on how deftly he works. ]

Perhaps... Though... this certainly is a step in the right direction... I suppose... There is nothing quite so intimate is stitching up another person. [ Another attempt at humor! Look at that.

Lunafreya watches as Noctis does as he is bade, returning quickly. She wants to reach out to reassure him, to tell him that it's alright, and that he needn't panic... but she feels far too tired for even that much. Instead, she simply nods, turning her head to face him. ] Please... Go ahead.

[Trying to off shoot the situation with humor is a brilliant idea but eventually Regis goes silent. It's amazing how clean and efficient his work is despite his lack of medical expertise. He stitched up Cid and Clarus a few times in days past with Weskham's aid and under Cor's watchful gaze. Unlike Noctis, the king seen war and actively participated in one for a good somber majority of his life. Regis shielded Noct from such brutalities as well as he could but Niflheim always dared to cross that line.

With a few more pulls upon the thread to secure the stitch, Regis sits back and silently judges his handiwork. He used a simple white thread for this endeavor, one that is meant for medical usage. The thread itself will dissolve in time as Lunafreya heals but it may leave a scar. Regis can't help but frown at that notion since he doesn't want Lunafreya to be reminded of this day.]

The worst of it has ended. [He whispers gently as he reaches for a spare cloth to clean any of the excess fluids off her. There was a little bit of bleeding here and there but the saline stopped most of the heavy bleeding. Salt is always good for wounds like this but it aches terribly.]

Now we keep her warm and rested until the next day.

[Regis takes off the gloves and cleans his hand with some peroxide and water before reaching for a blanket for Luna. He picked out three fluffy fleece blankets earlier from the clinic closet. All three were white and comfortable. Surely someone within the clinic will realize their supplies got raided by him but that's a worry for another day.]

Here we go.

[He wraps up the poor woman within the blanket like he would bundle up Noct in his youth. The skills of a father.]

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Intro Log: Eat Your Veggies

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i am so sorry for the delay here

You're fine!

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