Posts by FORGIVENPAW ;;

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i just imagined forgiven saying that in the most sarcastic voice ever on her deathbed

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"Y-You pour it onto wounds, and it disinfects them." Forgivencrimes explained gently, gradually growing more comfortable. "It stings a-and bubbles quite a bit, b-but that's a sign that it's working. I-I... use it a lot; m-maybe because I'm paranoid." She admitted, steadily beginning to pace from side to side. She was quite the medical enthusiast, in particular- she liked needles. A lot. She could gush on and on about needles, but she figured that would probably make everyone want to kick her ass.

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"... Y-You'll be h-happy to know y-you're not the first to ab-abuse me." The nurse said quietly. "I-I'm used to b-being a doormat a-at this point; b-being assertive is... ... sc-scary."

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"... D-Doesn't that generally m-make people feel better when they're sad..?" The nurse sounded just about as confused as Cocoa. Her confusion quickly became one of fear as she jumped back a little, a squeak rising from the back of her throat. "I-I'm sorry if I misunderstood s-something! W-Would you r-rather... p-punch me?"

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// and now the weenies can unite

Forgivencrimes was not expecting Finnishwars to sound that passive. In her short time as 'Seven', she had briefly met 'Three'. They hadn't spoken much at all. The feline glanced nervously at Bill and instantly retreated over to Ibuki's side, pressing firmly against the rockstar and obviously seeking some comfort. "... H-Hello, there, Three..." She said hesitantly. Instinctively, she prepped herself to be verbally chewed out.

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"I-I apparently work well with hair-dye.." Forgivencrimes commented softly as she approached, glancing over at the halloweenie that was her girlfriend. She felt pretty proud of her work- although Ibuki had given her most of the pointers throughout the ordeal. "... Y-You're very ticklish back there." The nurse commented and nervously lifted a paw to demonstrate- by gently booping Ibuki's side and tickling at her side and tummy a bit.

She peeked over at Bradley and giggled. "... W-We could try, i-if you don't mind us bleaching y-your fur."

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She squeaked, not expecting the approval from Ref. "... I-I might... I-If others would be interested, th-that is! I-I don't want to risk bothering them." The she-cat explained feebly as she leaned back on her hind legs and began to tap her claws together. "... It'd... pr-probably be the best t-to give everyone s-some basic healing techniques... I was the only one capable of healing b-back in th-that hell hole, more or less."

"FITE ME SCRUBLORD IM FUCKIN DEAD"

ops and forgiven?
she can yell about medicine while he judges her silently

"lovably nuts" is a perfect way to describe her tbh
it'd be cool for her to get on some big tough guys good side considering she's a weenie

so this time i just did 'forgiven' and i'm

Forgiven's last words: "Hasta la vista, baby."

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Forgiven approached and simply nodded at the leader- she'd hate to piss him off more by asking the same questions everyone else was asking.

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She didn't know what to do, but now the entirety of the clan was waiting on her to save his life. He was bleeding- internally, at that. From the looks of it, the blood was a dark blackish red in color- coffee grounds. "Th-The bleeding isn't too heavy yet- I-I believe." She stammered out, before suddenly bounding forward and trying to make her way over to Cains. She glanced at Finnishwars and twitched her ear idly, motioning for him to move forward. "Be there for him." The nurse said harshly, before attempting to take a seat near the wheezing and vomiting leader.

She kept her eyes out for lighter blood; flashes of bright red that would indicate profuse and heavier bleeding. She couldn't do a lot- blood transfusions were risky, and did she even have an IV to drip liquid into his vein on hand? Did that even work in this situation? Forgiven gave a frustrated hiss and decided to, at the very least, try and transfer some of Cain's pain into her own body, if only to clear the male's mind.

// uhHHHH I AM NOT SURE WHAT FORGIVEN SHOULD DO HELP

CAINSMARK P.G. wrote:

pretty much
also,,, i just realized after reading forgiven's post that i gave you absolutely nothing to work with r i p madi

y e P,,,
foRGIVEN IS A DISTRESSED NURSE
FINNY WANTS TO EAT HER ASS

also any threads with this lil' bundle of anxiety?

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Even though the atmosphere here was much friendlier than The Exiles, Forgiven still found herself to be an anxious wreck. She nervously climbed onto one of the taller overhangs within the bunker and.. Before her were human medical supplies. The basics, really. Disinfectant, thread/needle, bandages, gauze, and some basic painkillers. She wouldn't whip out the shots and injections just yet.

The nurse sat in awkward silence after she made a feeble call for a medical training exercise. She felt rude raising her voice above a harsh whisper.

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"N-N-No! I-I'm n-not going back there!" She squeaked out harshly, a paw being broght up to her chest in alarm. "... Th-the only person I re-respect there is... is Junko. ... He forgave m-me and... he cares about me... and... and he loves me with all my heart, and I'll return it in full." She was referring to platonic love, of course. Her voice had grown a little... intoxicated as she rambled about her fondness of the Vice Leader. It was a different kind of admiration, for sure.

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She let out a flustered little whine and hid her face in her paws at the compliment. "N-N-noooooo... I-I only know th-that because I've had t m-mend a lot of them... Y-You deserve m-more credit.." She whined, before glancing at Bradley and raising a brow. Pick your poison.

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Well, quite the crowd was flocking to her now. Forgivencrimes shifted uneasily and smiled over at a few of the members, her tail curling 'round her paws. "... U-Um-- Well, hi." She started, waving one of her paws. "... T-To start th-this off; d-do... Do any of you have any b-basic knowledge o-on what human medicine does, a-and how it works?" She said quietly.

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"H-He's an ally, M-Malkyn." Forgivencrimes said as she approached, the sternness in her voice lasting for about a syllable before it died off into nothingness. "... I-I used to be a fr-friend of his in th-the Savage. ... If anything, h-he could h-help us w-ward Bill off." She explained as gently as she could. She was aware that Reverse had connections to the sentient cornchip, but she was just as aware of the fact that Reverse meant no harm.

She cast her gaze in the direction of the blubbering Rev and frowned a little, her heart swelling with obvious concern. Naturally, she wouldn't jump right onto healing him until Mal or Cains showed up to.. potentially chew her out for being too nice. On top of that, her mind was running a mile a minute.

What if this was a trap? What if it was just another attempt to hurt her? She wouldn't stand for that- but then again, it wasn't like she could fight back.

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If she'd even heard Viper's thoughts, she would've instantly jumped on talking the sandy-colored feline out of ever going back to The Exiles. To be hurt was what Bill wanted. To get them angry was what he yearned for. Not to mention, he'd... threatened to do things to her. Sure, he'd done it before and she'd had it done to her by people other than Bill (Finnishwars, for example)- but... something told her that this time it'd be a lot worse. The nurse sauntered closer to the group and idly glanced over at her shoulder- where the still-healing scar of a triangle with the number '7' gouged into it was.

She almost bumped into Malkyn she was so lost in thought. Instinctively, Forgivencrimes jumped backwards with a yelp of alarm and crumpled to the ground with an apology, half-expecting the angry hellhound to whirl around and smack her upside the head. Frankly, Forgiven would allow her ass to be beaten if Malkyn needed to let off some steam. She was a walking stress ball, after all. "F-Forgiveme-- I was being cl-clumsy, and I forgot to look where I was going-!"