Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2020 10:22:46 GMT -5
Slightly Singed
EMT’s Office - Silver State Ballroom, Reno Nevada
*COUGH COUGH... SPLAT*
The Firebird still found herself coughing up a little blood, fortunately Ash Devereaux, head EMT for UPRISING had given her a bowl to do just that in. As she looked to him, he shone a flashlight in her eyes, checking your vitals.
“No permanent damage. I must say, your sense of self-presarvation is to be commended. A lot of fighters would have tried to fight the choke longer. In that instance, we could be talking serious damage to your larynx.”
Ignis nodded. “I’m not a fool. I wasn’t getting out, sometimes you have to know when you’re beaten. Besides, I haven’t had regular ring-time, I never expected to be able to waltz in here and smash everyone into oblivion, least of all a damn dragon. I... I think she singed my hair.”
“The important thing is, you’re going to be right as rain with rest and recuperation. A little blood and a few torched hairs won’t keep you out. Now I’ll just go through--”
The door to the room flung open and in scurried Dr. Jestine Leavenworth, sister to Ignis and certified quack extraordinaire. “Meggie! Are you okay?”
“She’ll be fine, Miss...?” Ash looked to Jestine.
“Leavenworth. Jestine Leavenworth.” She paused for a second. “DOCTOR Jestine Leavenworth.”
“Jess, what the heck are you doing, barging in here? I’m getting evaluated. Can’t you wait outside?”
“Nuh-uh. I need to give you your psychological evaluation.”
Ash sighed, looking over to the excitable Jestine. “Look, Miss Leavenworth...”
“DOCTOR LEAVENWORTH”
“Indeed... you can have whatever you like with your sister as soon as I’m finished up here. Is that okay?”
“Whatever you say, quack....” Jestine muttered, folding her arms and looking sulky as she was wont to do.Ash finished up with Megan, before the two sisters made their way back to the locker room. “Wow... that dude needs a serious aura cleanse. His chakras were all out of whack. And he calls himself a doctor...”
“He’s a REAL doctor.”
“I’M A REAL DOCTOR!” Jestine screeched, causing a random passing stagehand to drop his sandwich on the floor in shock. “So tell me, you think you can get me some sessions with that Kalinda? All my colleagues at the Ministry of Psychology would be SO jealous if I got to give therapy to an actual dragon!”
“If I did that, she’d likely implale your arse with her tail.”
“But...”
“LITERALLY. TAIL. UP. ARSE.”
“But...”
“THINK OF THE GIRTH!”
Jestine shuffled uncomfortably. “I could sit down on the couch, that way she---”
“Jestine?” Ignis smiled warmly at her sister. “I love you, and thank you for coming to check on me. I thought I did great tonight, maybe even earned that dragon’s respect, you know?”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. So if you treat her like some kind of kooky freak therapy subject and ruin that for me, if she doesn’t impale you, I will. Understood?”
Jestine sighs and nods. “Such a loss to the world of psychological therapy.”
“I guess...” Ignis went to open the locker room door. “My auras doing okay?”
“Yeah. Think you might have absorbed a bit of the dragon’s aura.”
“Sweet. I’ll get showered up, then we’ll go see if I can fly!” Ignis laughed, giving her sister a hug.
Winning would have been nice, but even after a fiery loss, things weren’t so bad after all.
EMT’s Office - Silver State Ballroom, Reno Nevada
*COUGH COUGH... SPLAT*
The Firebird still found herself coughing up a little blood, fortunately Ash Devereaux, head EMT for UPRISING had given her a bowl to do just that in. As she looked to him, he shone a flashlight in her eyes, checking your vitals.
“No permanent damage. I must say, your sense of self-presarvation is to be commended. A lot of fighters would have tried to fight the choke longer. In that instance, we could be talking serious damage to your larynx.”
Ignis nodded. “I’m not a fool. I wasn’t getting out, sometimes you have to know when you’re beaten. Besides, I haven’t had regular ring-time, I never expected to be able to waltz in here and smash everyone into oblivion, least of all a damn dragon. I... I think she singed my hair.”
“The important thing is, you’re going to be right as rain with rest and recuperation. A little blood and a few torched hairs won’t keep you out. Now I’ll just go through--”
The door to the room flung open and in scurried Dr. Jestine Leavenworth, sister to Ignis and certified quack extraordinaire. “Meggie! Are you okay?”
“She’ll be fine, Miss...?” Ash looked to Jestine.
“Leavenworth. Jestine Leavenworth.” She paused for a second. “DOCTOR Jestine Leavenworth.”
“Jess, what the heck are you doing, barging in here? I’m getting evaluated. Can’t you wait outside?”
“Nuh-uh. I need to give you your psychological evaluation.”
Ash sighed, looking over to the excitable Jestine. “Look, Miss Leavenworth...”
“DOCTOR LEAVENWORTH”
“Indeed... you can have whatever you like with your sister as soon as I’m finished up here. Is that okay?”
“Whatever you say, quack....” Jestine muttered, folding her arms and looking sulky as she was wont to do.Ash finished up with Megan, before the two sisters made their way back to the locker room. “Wow... that dude needs a serious aura cleanse. His chakras were all out of whack. And he calls himself a doctor...”
“He’s a REAL doctor.”
“I’M A REAL DOCTOR!” Jestine screeched, causing a random passing stagehand to drop his sandwich on the floor in shock. “So tell me, you think you can get me some sessions with that Kalinda? All my colleagues at the Ministry of Psychology would be SO jealous if I got to give therapy to an actual dragon!”
“If I did that, she’d likely implale your arse with her tail.”
“But...”
“LITERALLY. TAIL. UP. ARSE.”
“But...”
“THINK OF THE GIRTH!”
Jestine shuffled uncomfortably. “I could sit down on the couch, that way she---”
“Jestine?” Ignis smiled warmly at her sister. “I love you, and thank you for coming to check on me. I thought I did great tonight, maybe even earned that dragon’s respect, you know?”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. So if you treat her like some kind of kooky freak therapy subject and ruin that for me, if she doesn’t impale you, I will. Understood?”
Jestine sighs and nods. “Such a loss to the world of psychological therapy.”
“I guess...” Ignis went to open the locker room door. “My auras doing okay?”
“Yeah. Think you might have absorbed a bit of the dragon’s aura.”
“Sweet. I’ll get showered up, then we’ll go see if I can fly!” Ignis laughed, giving her sister a hug.
Winning would have been nice, but even after a fiery loss, things weren’t so bad after all.