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[inflictwounds]

Who: Hieke & You
When: July
Where: The infirmary, training grounds, and Soleil.
What: Infirmary catch-all, plus some errands.
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol in the third prompt, but that should be it.


the infirmary;
[The infirmary is noticeably cooler than many parts of the school, as summer really gets underway. This is thanks to runes that Hieke wisely had commissioned and installed that act as air conditioning, keeping the infirmary actually rather chilly. If it’s too cool, students and staff can ask for the temperature to be adjusted, but Hieke seems rather content in there.

(This might be due to his predilection for wearing many layers and his daemonic disposition.)

Some days in July, Hieke can be found at his desk, quietly brewing potion after potion. It seems he’s stocking up, both for the Herald fight and to replenish his stock once the fight is over.]

the training grounds;
[Maybe it’s nostalgia that gets him out there, but...Hieke goes to the Mythril Cage to get in some training. He hasn’t fought anything in a long, long while, but despite that, his movements aren’t rusty.

He goes against a training dummy, enchanted to move and fight back, wielding two long, vicious looking daggers. His movements are fast and fluid - he’s clearly done a lot of this - as he nearly outpaces the dummy.

At one point, he drops the illusion of humanity he holds onto. The transformation is quick - abruptly there are leathery wings sprouting from his back and a long, thin tail that ends in a fork. He has two wavy horns, one noticeably shorter than the other, and deep, red skin covered in freckles. He is undoubtedly a daemon, as if there’s ever been any confusion. Like this he’s even faster, and much more acrobatic in the way he fights.

He manages to behead the dummy, and he stops to watch the head roll across the floor with golden eyes.

Then he realizes he’s not alone, and drops the daggers he’s been holding onto to the floor.]

soleil;
[Hieke doesn’t often go to the city, but every so often he makes the trek out there. It’s a nice place to go to unwind and destress.

This is mainly because of the bars.

Hieke isn’t exactly wasted, though he’s definitely beyond tipsy as he staggers out of the bar. He’s feeling good, though, and he grins and waves if he recognizes anyone from Daybreak.]

Hellooooo!

[Or, alternatively, you were in the bar when Hieke still was, and he gave you a nod of recognition. He’s just out here to have a good time, and not think about the world ending.]

wildcard;
[Feel free to run into Hieke anywhere and everywhere! He’s going to be very busy this month, probably. If you want something in specific, feel free to hit me up at daintily or in the game’s Discord!]

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the infirmary (evening of the 27th)

[marmoron]

[Well after this bullshit, the infirmary is not just cold, but loud. Or at least has bursts of intermittent loudness whenever Keith starts getting restless and kicks the foot of his bed out of sheer boredom. Considering the fact that his right shoulder has been somewhat stabilized in bandages and a sling, he's really not even sure why the hell he has to specifically sleep here overnight.

Nevertheless, he's being cooped up in a private room, separated from Jolyne, though it's not stopping him from occasionally throwing ice cubes at their shared wall because that's kind of his mood half the time. The other times, he's lying in bed one handedly trying to browse the internet, or just looking sullen as he stares off into space.]

[rwbyrose]

[ keith. you had ONE JOB. she literally just went to lunch with you this afternoon, and now you're all in bandages!! ruby is so ??? right now as she heads over to visit him.

carefully, she peeks his head into his room. ]

Keith? Can I come in?

[inflictwounds]

[It's in the middle of Keith throwing ice cubes at the wall that Hieke steps in to check at him. He raises an eyebrow at the ice cube on the floor, before looking up at Keith.]

Bored, are we?

[highelves]

[ ana caught wind of what happened and...well. she is obviously not going to visit jolyne, but she is a little concerned for keith's well-being. and might be a little biased and inclined to believe this wasn't keith's fault.

she gives his door a knock before she steps in. in her arms is a small floral arrangement. she doesn't know if he likes flowers but it's just a thing she's doing out of courtesy. ]

Good evening, Keith.

[onebetter]

[ After that angry phonecall, James bursts into the infirmary in somewhat of a rush, Keith's knife in hand. That... hopefully doesn't look weird or anything. If it does, apologies to Hieke.

At least he stops in front of Keith's bed and simply puts the knife down on the bedside table. ]

Here you go. How are you feeling?

Evening of 6/27 or after

[strings_theory]

[Much like another certain dumb-ass, being confined to your own private room isn't the best way to go about things. Pretty much anything was out of bounds for her with her hands and up to her elbow being fucked over with what might as well be second degree burns, since just touching things ended up being more painful than she'd think they would be. Putting pressure on any of it? Nope. Using them? Nope.

Being stuck in bed via also a knife wound to the ankle isn't helping her mood, either, and she's been on and off yelling at Keith through the walls and door any time something about it wears on her last nerve or starts to hurt.

... It's probably good she has a familiar to take care of most shit so she doesn't really have to use her hands. But it's also better to just let her suffer through her own stupid decisions and her knowing full well maybe only one person would even remotely think it a good idea to come find her.

And the chances of that were probably pretty low to begin with.]

[rwbyrose]

[ yes, ruby is sorely disappointed in jolyne...but she's pretty disappointed in keith, too. still, it's never been her style to lecture people for their mistakes. what they probably both need right now is a distraction.

she approaches with a little caution, since she knows how rough jolyne is around the edges, just based on what she'd seen at prom.

she peeks her head in and waves at her with a smile. ]

Hi, Jolyne. Can I come in?

[ ...right. she holds up a wrapped bag with cookies inside. ] I brought cookies...!

[inflictwounds]

[Chances are Hieke doesn't deserve this. Two stubborn, angry kids who got into a fight and now have to live with the consequences of it. Sure, he could heal away their injuries like they never happened, but with the fight against the Herald coming up he needs to save his energy.

Also, they should probably, like, learn not to waste their time fighting each other. Or something.

He steps into the room, a tray in his hands.]

It's time to change your bandages.

[Nobody's getting an infection here!!]

[onebetter]

[ James is primarily here to visit Keith, which is what he did first. But before he leaves, he hesitates. The person who assaulted his maybe-boyfriend is only a room away and he still wants to know why someone would think to be so violent towards him. Not that he expects a good reason. Maybe he also just wants to let off steam.

Either way, he's in the doorway to Jolyne's room now, measuring her with his eyes. ]

Evening.

post-herald battle

[highelves]

A. OTA: visitors for james and/or ana

[ so. ana, the girl prophesied to die at the hands of the herald, is here. and she's alive and conscious, too. so is james. they're both being held in the same room because unlike a certain pair, they can stand each other's company and get along civilly. james has bandages but the main point of attraction is his arm in a sling; ana's covered in bandages and has a head wrap. visitors are welcome once visiting hours are open, and both james and ana will be available for discussion. ]

B. CLOSED to hieke, james, and ana

[ as hieke works his magic, ana heaves a heavy sigh. she's so tired, so sore, but she's truly grateful for hieke's help. she looks over at james, then to hieke: ]

How bad is it?

C. CLOSED to james

[ once hieke's out of the room and no visitors are around, ana lies down on her bed and looks up at the ceiling. she's at least feeling a little better from earlier, and the world's not spinning nearly as much as it was earlier. but it still hurts. she can't quite formulate her thoughts as well as she'd like. however, the silence is a little uncomfortable, and she doesn't think this is something that can be swept under the table.

quietly, she says: ]

James. I apologize.

C.

[onebetter]

You knew of the prophecy... why would you still do this?

[ He's grateful that she protected him. It might have saved his life. But strategically, it was such a bad choices, and if things had been only a little different, James isn't sure he'd have been able to save her. If she'd fallen only at a slightly different angle.... James would never have been able to keep his promise of helping her survive.

That knowledge is haunting. He did it, but the margin of success was way too narrow. A bit of the fear he'd felt out on the field still sits in his bones. ]

A.

[marmoron]

[Well after receiving this text, Keith wastes no time making his way to the infirmary. He could get there like a normal person, but apparently that just isn't his style.

So out of nowhere there'll be a flash of blue light and then Keith and his wolf pup stand in the middle of the room with absolutely no warning whatsoever. Judging from the jet black sword that's looking vaguely ominous strapped to the back of his rune armor, he clearly just dropped whatever he was in the middle of doing to show up here.

There are small cuts and minor injuries on his face and body, but nothing that would necessitate a stay at the infirmary. Also he may or may not smell like he spent a couple of hours at a barbeque because his mission may or may not have involved fighting off the undead in a castle made up of rotting flesh and bones by torching things. As you do.]

I swear it better just be a broken arm.

A | Ana AND James!

[hippocarnival]

[Yuya's lucky to have come out of the battle with minimal injuries, having been hanging more than his team and his familiars. So he's quick to wave off a nurse as he makes a beeline around the beds until he finds--] Ana, you're alive!

[Oh, that's a relief. He smiles, until his gaze drifts to the bed nearby.] James! Are you okay?

[Like, besides the arm.]

b;

[inflictwounds]

It's survivable.

[He takes Ana's hand in his, letting out a breath. They're not great injuries, but...

It's not the worst thing he's had to heal, but there's still the fact that they could have died. All of them could have died.]

a; both ana and james!

[shadowmaster69]

[Jill has no real way to know if Ana made it back alive. When the students return, she just books it for the infirmary. Chances are, that's where she'll be. Either injured, exhausted or in a body bag. Jill is rooting for the former pptions.

To her great relief, Ana is alive and Jill gets directed to the room she's in. She knocks faintly and sticks her head in, half afraid to see how bad it is.]

Ana?

a, james and ana pls!

[lovebreaker]

[ She comes a little later in the day, with flowers and cookies for them both. She's trying her best not to seem obviously upset, but she's... not doing very well at that. ]

Hi, how are you guys doing?

A

[arcadianvampire]

[After some of the immediate aftermath of the whole battle had settled down, Valvatorez made his way over to the infirmary. It was a bitter pill for him to swallow; as pitched as the battle against an opponent that powerful was, it still bothered him that students under his charge got hurt in that fight. It was an inevitable risk, and an unpreventable one. But he never liked seeing students get hurt, especially when he feels they were his responsibility.

But responsibility and guilt weren't the only reasons he was coming to visit them. He had other ones too. Ones he would tell them both during the visit.

So when he showed up, Valvatorez was dressed as he typically was, though he did have a bandage and gauze wrapped around his forehead in one place. Otherwise, he looked okay, for the most part. When he arrived, he was carrying some brightly colored, fresh flowers in a vase; perhaps a bit of an odd, traditionalist gesture for a couple of teenagers, but their fragrance was calming and soothing. Hopefully it'd do just a little bit more to help them relax. He knocked on the door quietly to their room and stood just outside the frame.]

Anastasia, James. Do you both have a moment for a visit? How are you both feeling?

A; Post-Herald

[talkstoposters]

[Bowser has been in an even worse mood than usual. Between getting all his flesh ripped off by that jerk Xelvak and then every person who is capable of fixing it in his Kingdom being unavailable for one reason or another, his patience has worn thin. He did manage to squeeze some fun out of his calicum-enriched transformation, but ultimately he's tried of looking like this. So much so that he's finally made a trek down to the infirmary to see if he can get this taken care of.]

HIEKE! EKKEHARDT! Can either one of you fix this?!

["This" being how utterly boned he is.]

[inflictwounds]

[Well that's a walking, talking skeleton.

Hieke blinks.]

That depends on what, exactly, this is.

[How did this...happen...]

A, july 6th evening

[highelves]

[ guess who's back less than an hour after they got released? that's right, ana is. and she's bleeding out from her neck. ]

Hello. Sorry to bother you again, but I'm in need of medical attention.

[spelleton]

I can certainly see that.

[ Stopping the bleeding and healing the wound is an easy fix, and one he starts to do immediately. ]

Would you mind telling me what did this to you?

A, post Herald

[fireindreams]

[Normally Grimm would simply teleport inside the infirmary rather then use the door. But given how frayed everyone's nerves were after the battle and the following events, he was not about to sacrifice the comfort of others for a showy entrance.

So he uses the door. It is a little awkward for him and soon it quickly becomes clear why. Although he had grabbed a change of clothing after the battle, it did nothing to hide the fact that Grimm is indeed missing one arm.

Grimm knew his regeneration would take care of it eventually but with something like the Herald's touch he did not want to take any chances. He waits until the infirmary is less swamped before speaking up.]

As you can see, I had a run in with the Herald. I am capable of regenerating but I wish to make sure there are no other complications.

[spelleton]

[ He takes one look at him and just sort of...

He doesn't sigh, exactly, but his shoulders slump a bit for a moment before he resumes his usual upright posture. ]

Sit. Please.

[ He's going to start checking Grimm over with his magic. Considering he's a vampire, it might feel a little ticklish, but nothing more than that. ]

Did you take any other injuries?

Infirmary, Post Herald

[bejustorbedead]

[He was in bad shape when he was pulled from the battlefield, and while he healed at a remarkable level, his wounds still looked like they were on the verge of infection - and it said something that he didn't resist getting brought to bed, where he had been mostly sleeping it off for the last several days.

Slowly he awakes in that miserable way sick people do with a groan]

Hm...? What day is it?

[spelleton]

[ To say he was concerned would be an understatement. He's been fussy. ]

It's been a few days since you were brought in.

What did you do to yourself, might I ask? You are, frankly, a mess. [ He's scoured the injuries with magic - any necrotic residue is long gone, and Ky won't suffer any infections on his watch - but he's had to resort to normal healing methods to try and get the man's healing to kick in by itself. ]

the infirmary; - late July some time idk

[yokeye]

[Near the end of the month, Toki wanders into the infirmary. He's wearing a cat backpack with an attached leash; held by his current personal guard.]

Hieke, hello~!

[inflictwounds]

Oh, hey.

[He blinks at him, taking in the backpack and the guard. It seems like things have...escalated.]

How can I help?