Posts by QUASAR

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oh yes him reading it and game of thrones would be funny

"DUDES WE HAVE ALLIES BASED ON THIS BOOK SERIES I READ"

"psh even i'm not that nerdy... but they really should have used star trek!"

He nodded to everyone as they appeared, taking note of the rats they chose and how they handled them -- and, especially, the rat's injuries. "Alright, I see you all have chosen a rat to heal! First thing we're going to do is gently clean the wound with water and a towel. When you clean the wound, you'll want to use running water, carefully pick out any pieces of dirt or grime, and then pat the wound dry with your towel. This takes a surprising amount of skill, as if you rush it, you could end up hurting your patient or agitating the wound." To demonstrate, he held up his white rat buddy before gently running cold water over scratches down its back and a small second degree burn on its tail. When the wound was clean, he gently pat the rat's wounds and rubbed the less sensitive areas with the warm towel.

"I've got water bottles, small towels, and other things up here, if you haven't grabbed them yet," he added, moving his gaze to motion to the stack of supplies. But then he'd quickly turn back to his pupils as he continued. "Some of you have likely noticed burns on your rats. There's actually three types of burns, and the best treatment for the burn depends on the stage it's in. First degree burns are pretty simple -- you know how your skin gets really red and puffy when you've been walking around the Sanguine Ruin's territory? Or after spending too much time too close to a fire? Yeah, that's a first degree burn, usually they're just uncomfortable and itchy; they also go away on their own." He paused, letting that sink in before he went to the next bit, "Second and third degree burns are more serious. Second degree burns have blisters and affect the skin deeper than first degree burns -- they hurt really fucking bad for six to 8 hours, before the skin becomes numb to it. This is because the nerves in the skin have been damaged and continue to scream to your brain that something's wrong for an excessive amount of time. Third degree burns are serious as fuck, because the burn is now beyond the skin, in the muscle, ligaments, and perhaps even bone -- they may be excruciating or completely numb, which depends on the level of nerve damage -- and the skin will appear black or white and have a charred appearance, like when you sear steak." None of the rats here had third degree burns, but a few, like his, had second degree burns.

"So! Recap -- clean your rat's wounds with water and a towel. Next, try to identify if they have any burns and what type it is," Quasar spoke, as a bit of a tl;dr.

Omg this perfect

Quasar saw his parents get killed (Suga and Saran), which caused him to run off to Shadow Veil. His adopted mom killed him to make him a vampire, he tortured Angeldust for killing his parents... He's just a mess..

We could have a therapy thread and see if they work well together for more long term therapy?

No requirements from me

We could start the thread with straight into therapy and assume she convinced him to try it already lol he's stubborn so rping that alone would be messy

>> bump

Hmph. He barely believed he really did this to himself, signing up for a therapy appointment. But the reality hit home as he sat on the couch, staring at the cotton-candy like female in front of him. His expression remained stoic, though his jaw clenched as he fought the urge to just walk out. But he was tired of running from his problems and his emotions, because that only seemed to make them come back stronger and smarter next time.

"Well, I watched my parents die. They were holding a melancholy celebration back in SunClan, and then... well, I won't give you the grisly details, but the Sanguine Ruins won their war. At the cost of my parent's life. And you know how they did it? Fucking traitor in my Clan betrayed them -- Angeldust, he betrayed his own adopted father, my parents and he still can't fucking... he convinced Levi to love him! To turn me away when I came back to visit. And he's still there because Gareth feels too much pity for the traitor's sons and daughters," he spoke, his voice turning steadily more pained and ghastly as he continued, a snarl painted across his muzzle. It felt like Quasar turned his back on most of his family, but they turned their goddamn backs on him, first.

"And, you know what? My adopted mom fucking killed me to turn me into a vampire. She says she was just doing what I asked, but what adopted little boy doesn't want to be just like his mother? How was 7 months old me supposed to know the consequences for such a fucking decision? She didn't even warn me! She didn't tell me anything before she did it, and now I'm... I'm fucking killing people. I'm actually fucking killing people, and I don't want to stop," he continued, ears flicking back against his head. The corruption in his soul and vampire instincts wouldn't allow for anything else, but... he had to admit, he did enjoy the struggle. The fight. "I tortured Angeldust. But it isn't enough. Killing isn't enough. I don't know what to do anymore."

"Ours violated the rules and yours didn't? How about the fact that our leader is supposed to be a model example for the rest of the Clan?" he shot back at her, growing increasingly tired with the dismissive way in which she dealt with his concerns. It was like she twisted his words around once they reached her brain. "And now you're saying I asked to be killed and turned into a vampire. I was fucking seven months old, I just wanted to be like my mother, I had no idea what the consequences were. You didn't even explain what would happen, you just fucking killed me," he continued, fighting the corruption to keep control over his tone and anger.

"Is this what the corruption has done to you, make you deny all accountability for your actions? Because I haven't heard you once take accountability for what you've done. It's the corruption forcing you to act on your desires with Kairos, it's Fragilepast and me wrecking havoc on Clan relations, it's the child's fault for getting himself killed at your paws. Or is this who you really are?" he questioned harshly, tails rising in the air behind him. He took a step forward as he continued, "Nobody put a knife to your throat and forced you to have sex with Kairos. No where in the Clan rules does it say you have to blind your husband for violating the rules, or to hit your son when he kills a non-ally and non-neutral whore. And you are the one that killed me, I didn't fucking ask to die and reanimate as this thing I am!"

His eyes narrowed, golden tar starting to drip from the corners of his eyes. "You may not have hurt Shu or Su, but think for just a moment. Do you really think they don't see you hurting Fragilepast and feel uneasy by that? Do you think that they would feel safe with you knowing that you killed me? You may not have hurt them, yet, but the moment they step out of line, oh you fucking will, won't you?" the words slipped from his tongue, genuine to the core. He was worried for his two brothers, that much was obvious, but he was mostly driven by his anger towards Sekhmet at this point.

Raised voices. Shouting. Yelling. But it was the smack that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up on end -- he was already on his way when he heard Fragilepast yelled, sounding near-desperate. His satchel caused his gait to pad along unsteadily, but he got there, sitting in front of Sekhmet to look at the eye, and block Fragilepast. Shooting the other nightwatcher a glare from over his shoulder, he growled, "What did you do?" His tone was associational, how could it not?

But he didn't wait for Hell's king to answer him. Instead, the young male busied himself with looking at the eye, attempting to hold Sekhmet's head still with a paw on her chin. Underneath all that blood... the damage was unmistakable. Just as it'd been with Molina's injury. Unmistakable. "I can't salvage the eye. The best we can do is stop the bleeding and prevent infection. I highly recommend cauterizing it," he mumbled, trying to disguise his disgust and rage by grumbling borderline incoherently. As if that even had a fucking snowball's chance in Hell of working.

"I'll hold it with eight months as the age limit," Quasar agreed with a small nod of his head towards the leader and vice-leader. He could understand their position, and he saw little point in fighting them over it. Turning to Chesspieces, he shook his head, "I've got to get the body from the Shadow Veil first, but if you could show me the medical hut so I know where to go, I'd appreciate it."

>> nah i'll make it !

He was stunned, but not surprised, by Su's actions -- and he could certainly understand. The younger children were here, watching this and learning that this disgusting behavior was normal. Golden eyes narrowing as he was about to snap at Fragilepast something else, his eyes instead went wide as he watched the nightwatcher stick his paw into his mother's eye socket. And fucking cause her even more pain.

Rage filled his heart, golden tar dripping out of his eyes and beginning to drip down his teeth. "Get off her, she didn't consent to the fucking procedure!" he snapped, tails flaring out behind him. How dare this fucking bastard do this. First he hurt her, and then he goddamn performed an excruciating medical procedure without first hearing her consent. The fighting and cheating, Quasar could take. But this, beyond a shadow of a doubt, crossed the domestic abuse line -- and he was no longer in the mood for defending his father's actions.

"You don't just fucking perform an invasive and painful as fuck procedure without the patients' consent! And she sure as fuck didn't consent to having her eye ripped out, so that's two, you goddamn cabrão! Vai para o caralho! You fucking filho da puta!" he hissed, moving to stand protectively in front of Sekhmet as he stared down Fragilepast. "Back the fuck up, corno," he snarled with finality -- Fragilepast wouldn't get another goddamn warning.

how about this brat :v

Tstch, even he could admit she had points -- his arguments about the law were weak at best, she she practically destroyed them. Still, the prince was a bit stubborn. Yet, every time he opened his maw to speak, he thought better of it -- even with an angsty and annoyed look on his face. "On the contrary, me mouthing off to you is a fucking complement. I didn't mouth of to SunClan, because those fucking idiots are too daft to fucking argue with," he grumbled, eyes flashing momentarily. Besides, when had he mouthed off to people in the Shadow Veil? He quite liked to think he got along with everyone here. The rest of the world that didn't include their allies or close neutrals, however, he gave less than a solitary shit about.

His head turned to the side as he shifted on his paws, breaking eye contact momentarily to lash his tails. "But you're right about the laws... I suppose. And I didn't know you told Fragilepast about the cheating yourself, so... I apologize. That makes him even more pathetic than I first assumed," Quasar spoke, a snort flying from his nostrils at the end there. Quasar had been brushing up on Brazilian literature and history, for some reason or another, and found himself quite sympathetic to several elements of their culture. Especially the bits where a cheating wife brought more dishonor on her husband than herself. Quasar had quite a little bundle of words that referred to men such as Fragileapst: corno, cabrão, among others. His golden eyes finally flicked back to his adopted mother as he added, "I don't want to punish you, that's a dumb fucking thing of me to do. I just wanted to make sure, you know... that you're still that queen who picked me up at the border."

Sometimes it was hard to remember Sekhmet had that side to her, with the war and his own... corruption. He almost had to wonder if that was just part of her manipulation -- had she realized then, before even he did, what kind of power he had? Stolen him from SunClan to gain a knight for her Clan? But it seemed unlikely; she treated him like the rest of his brothers. But it was easy to doubt this when he was the only one of them that ran around killing people and got himself harshly punished for such disgusting actions.

"I can accept the violence as part of a Clan punishment. But the moment it's unprovoked, that's when I'll take issue with it -- not that you will, you certainly control the corruption better than I do," he added, grumbling. He doubted this would actually come to pass, considering that Sekhmet seemed almost a master of her darkness. And he had no idea just how ironic it'd be, that his promise would come to fruition with the opposite adoptive parent -- and how that would turn the world on his head, wouldn't it?

Given that her paws burned the ground, Quasar expected her to lob a fireball at his head when her attention landed on him. She was damn scary when angry, after all. His ears twitched as he listened to her, nodding along with a semblance of agreement. Most of his plans in the near future were medical events, so he doubted this probation would impact him much. But he'd be sure to not dick around on his high horse that much.

Still, he was kinda surprised he wasn't a smoking pile of char right now. Why, he almost felt like thanking her, how strange of him. "Ah, understood," he said with a tilt of his head, tails flicking behind him.

He observed the attending guests as they went about helping their rats, making sure they didn't need his help. But it seemed that most did just fine -- thankfully, since that allowed him to focus on what he'd say as the next part of the lesson. "Good, so we do have a bunch of first and second degree burns. For first degree burns, there's nothing much you can do, as the skin just needs to heal. For second degree burns, what you do depends on the state of the blister," he explained, tails flicking behind him. "If the blister just looks like any ol' blister with clear fluid underneath the skin, then leave it alone. However, if the skin around the blister is starting to change color and you see pus inside or the blister is already popped, then you need to apply antibiotics. Blisters are basically nature's bandaids, as the fluid inside is mostly sterile and provides a cushion for the skin as it heals -- but when that blister is open or an infection gets inside anyway, that's when we need to pop pop it with a needle, drain it, and apply the medicine," he explained further, watching to see if people found that confusing or not.

"So, I've got antibiotics up here, if your rat needs it for their burns. In addition, we can also use the antibiotics on their cuts and scraps, now that you've cleaned them. So, get to it! Take care of the burns and cuts, let me know if you need help or have questions," Quasar finished up with his instructions. It seemed simple enough to him, but he hoped he explained it well.

The Veilian, as agreed, brought the Cartel whore's body to the medical house for his... demonstration? Healing lesson? Regardless of what others called it, he knew dissections were useful. The corpse was also a good representative for BlizzardClan's members, as the corpse was a female domestic feline of about 18 months -- and BlizzardClan had a few domestic felines around, if his memory served. Perhaps this would be useful, for some to see how their own body worked and for medics to understand the anatomy of one of the creatures they treated.

Laying the body on a medical examination table, he then turned his attention to setting out his array of tools -- scalpels and butcher knives, taken from their storage bag and neatly arranged on the table beside him. He also kept a bucket of water beside him, as he could easily heat it to a boil with his fire abilities, which could allow for quick and easy sterilization of his tools, if necessary.

Looking up, the jagsune supposed now was the time to begin. "Medical dissection over here! Come over if you're 8 months or older and want to see anatomy up close and personal!" he called out, hoping at least a few interested souls would show up. But he also didn't want anyone vomiting -- that would be gross, especially if it got on himself or the corpse. Hopefully those with weak stomachs would know their limits.

>> ages 8 months and older only, please!

The Veilian had a fucking corpse and satchel full of butcher knives and scalpels. Oh, he definitely did not look like a fucking doctor right now. "Guys, I'm holding a medical dissection in BlizzardClan. If anyone wants to come with me and observe, you're welcome to," he announced, supposing he could also use the extra paws to help move the body.

o, medical dissection / your skin shudders

Quasar nodded to the pale creature as he came over. "Actually, if you could carry the body while I deal with the rest of the supplies, I'd appreciate it," he spoke to Maegor, pleased that someone seemed to like the idea of it. "Or I can carry the body and you the tools," he added, supposing that Maegor might not like the feel of dead bodies. Maybe the guy was a necrophiliac though? It wouldn't surprise the spiritcaller much.

Looking at Soundcheck and Baobab, he nodded in greetings, but otherwise was fussing with his tools and shit too much.

The jagsune remembered how the scaled water-creature seemed to enjoy the medical training, and he certainly could use some more helped -- he hadn't realized just how often people got injured until he actually had to take on the spiritcaller job. And, well, if people were interested in the job, he felt it his responsibility to help them study for it and have a shot. "Fish?" he called out, wandering around the town like an idiot, trying to find her. He had a few medical textbooks on animal anatomy in his bag, and he hoped to find her soon, because hauling books around sounded easier than reality.

inna

His four tails flicked behind him as he moved through the town, his golden eyes searching over the place -- obviously looking for something. Well, someone. Baobab seemed to enjoy healing the rats, even if the dissection wasn't her forte, and the Clan could use more spiritcallers. If he could convince her to put in the work to learn the craft, well... the more spiritcallers they had, the better. He couldn't keep running around the Clan at this pace.

"Baobab!" the jagsune called out, getting a bit frustrated with himself. He kept losing her scent, probably because of the frequent snow and rain, so he had no fucking idea where she was.

baobab r.