a world of trouble on my mind | open, medic checkups

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    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — After this change, it was likely there were a few members who needed patching up. Perhaps some were hit by meteors, or affected in other ways. But no matter what, Sunny was here to help. "BlizzardClan, gather!" she called from the center of the camp. When a few NPCs gathered and took a seat, she began. "I am performing check-ups in the wake of the disaster. Anyone who is injured, come to me. Those with medical experience are welcome to help, as well."


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    AND YOU THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A HARMLESS BREEZE—

    "We'll come help." Angelbeats offered with Arukanu, padding over to Sundance. She was grateful that she wasn't injured and her kits were still growing strong but she knew not everybody made it out of the change unscathed. The catsune took a seat beside her mate, tilting her head up as Arukanu flew from her head and fluttered around the clearing.



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    ― The disaster hadn't seemed to affect him greatly, though he had noticed a difference in his left front leg. It had been functioning correctly, but every so often it jerked or spasmed as if he had no control over it. For the most part, however, nothing had changed within its inner mechanisms, or so he hoped. Despite all that had happened, his collar had still not gone off, as it still blinked every so often, a bright red against his dark coat. Occasionally, the collar itched, and anytime he reached to scratch it, a jolt shot through his body. It hurt, but barely, like it was hardly there. This issue, however, was not due to the disasters that had overcome their territory and the domain below them. It seemed, so far, that their own island had not completely changed, meaning that there was little he had to explore and see. Still, he would go around eventually, when this problem with his leg was solved. He hoped that Sundance could help, but wouldn't blame her if she couldn't aid him.


    "Howdy, Sundance, Angel," Rosemont greeted them all with a pleasant voice, not knowing who the one with Angelbeats was, but still addressing the flying creature regardless. He soon looked to Sundance, seeing as how she was the main medic in the area. "I'm not right sure if you'll be able to help, but my leg's been actin' up," the paladin informed her, motioning to his mechanical leg with his nose. His whiskey-colored optics squinted slightly as he peered back up at her, unsure of the situation.

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    Aurelio hadn't been affected much either, though something had nicked him in the ear during all the chaos and there was a tiny cut chunk missing from it. It was still bleeding, and the kit made his way over to Sundance, whimpering. The kit was also rather frightened, and he came close to Sundance and Angelbeats. "My ear hurts!" The kit complained, looking down at his golden paws. Everything seemed so chaotic and he hated it right now. He wanted everything to go back to the way that it was.

    BATHED IN GOLD!

    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Oh good. Her mate was coming to help with her familiar and she already had two patients. With a small smile on her maw, she gave an affirmative nod. "Okay, Angelbeats, can you help with Rosemont's leg? I'll help Aurelio." Dealing with prosthetic legs would be a great learning experience for her, Sunny thought--considering Angelbeats had expressed being a healer back when he was Espresso.


    With that being said, she turned to the kit. "Okay, now I'll be right back. I'm going to go get a cobweb for that ear and mix up a small poultice so that doesn't get infected." Sundance got up and headed for the medicine den, her nine rainbow-colored tails streaming behind her as she ducked inside.


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    LET'S PUT THE BLAME WHERE IT BELONGS, SHALL WE?—

    Angelbeats threw Sundance a face as she darted away, rolling her eyes before turning back to Rosemont. Great, she got the hard one. Ready to give it her best shot, Angelbeats came forward and examined the prosthetic in question, using a paw to move it in a certain direction without knocking the male off his feet. "Have you sustained any injury recently?" She started, maybe he banged it up and knocked some mechanisms inside it loose.



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