Limits of Skill

[Ricter]

“So…you want me to do what exactly?” Ricter would question while walking down a white hall that was pristine, cleaned repeatedly as the tiles were scrubbed to give a more sanitized look. Every part of the wall was white besides some of the doors being either brown for offices, having the label of ‘Dr.’ for each of them with a foggy glass window on it, or blue push doors for people who lack the strength to open easily. Along the way they would pass paintings, abstract art that showed shapes and forms that was out of the ordinary, nothing anyone would want to talk about for too long but the artist would surely be proud of their work being displayed. The weasel was wearing a simple uniform at the moment, he had on his plain brown shirt, and even some jeans, but over that he wore a white coat, one that reached down to his knees and went down over his arms. His name would be imprinted on it, ‘Dr. Casenger’ being on full display as he tried adjusting the coat.

“Easy, since you’ve finally become a doctor, I have a special patient you need to take care of today. Think of it as your initiation to becoming a full time doctor.” Next to him was Dr. Sorrel, a feral sylveon who wore purple rim glasses and had her own doctors coat on as well, made special for her to wear comfortably. Speaking to Ricter as they walked along the weasel gave a raised brow, not liking the idea of what she was hinting at, “Let me guess, is it going to be someone with an illness to make them smell like crap till its cursed? Or will be like yesterday where the person I was trying to heal punched me in the eye because they didn’t like swords?…I still don’t know why you and the other doctors couldn’t handle that one!” Complaining, as he had been for the past 5 days, he was given the bottom of the barrel for jobs here for that time period. From cleaning up after children, to trying to heal annoying and just plain rude patients who get banged up on a regular basis by the looks of it, it had been more than a pain for him.

But now that he was no longer just a nurse he felt like he could get something more done, actually heal people instead of fixing little ‘boo boo’s’ and paper cuts. Though this inauguration that Dr. Sorrel had planned made him question what she had in store as she grinned to his words. “Nothing so mundane as those activities, you need not worry your head Mr. Casenger, I believe you’ll have your skills be put to very good use soon enough.” She’d still be smiling, her tone cheerful but Ricters face stayed fairly plain and even squinting his eyes at her, obvious she was up too something but he wouldn’t question her much this time. She said this was the last ‘test’ that he had to do to become a doctor so he’d take it if it meant no more diaper changing new born animals and creatures that were twice his size if not more. Walking still they would come to the end of a hall, it seemed like an operation room area, complete with a glass viewing section and double doors that were currently bared from entry with an enchanted lock, made for keeping stuff in but of course only Dr. Sorrel knew that.

“Do you know whats in this room?” She’d ask him as he gave a resounding, “No? It’s completely dark.” Looking through the window it was completely dark inside, the whole area within was shaded in a layer of black that even some with good vision couldn’t make out what was inside, which was on purpose for at least what could be in there. “Oh right, guess you didn’t get the memo in your omnimail, very well I’ll give you a brief run down. Our patient, Mr. Goru, has gone through a streak of reverse sun damage, placed on him by a resentful mage. Any light will hurt and drive him into a migraine, so we have to keep the area dark, its not too bad but its something we normally can’t cure given our limited staff, so your job is to try and find a means of healing him in some shape or form. Judging form your skills I’m sure you will find some way of doing it.[/color]” Her explanation was vague, and even now as she would open the doors she would begin to walk into the dark room, Ricter following close as one of her ribbons would wrap around his sleeve, ensuring he wouldn't go too far.

“I..don’t know if I can heal something like that, I can make the pain die down for a bit but there’s no real way to fix something like that. Wait, is he in here just sleeping? Plus I thought you specialized in eliminating these kinds of special ailments.” Which was true, she was very keen on using both healing abilities and skills to ensure those afflicted with special conditions could get over them in time. She was one of the head doctors for a reason, and given the staff mostly consisted of maybe six doctors including Ricter now and a dozen nurses they worked hard for the city over all and tended to have a turn out time of a couple hours in some cases. “Thank you for the compliment however this is your patient, not mine, besides you’ll need to solve these cases too if your to become a doctor fully.” A fair point to make, but it would take longer than a week for him to learn how to heal something so vague and odd that it was hard not to wonder if she was making it up. Stopping, she would ensure he didn’t move any more as they stayed still in the darkness, her ribbon pulling away as he looked around, he couldn’t even see Dr. Sorrel next to him as he squinted and tried to make out the shape of something ahead of him.

“I mean- yeah, sure. Your right in a way but still, how the hell dose something like ‘reverse sun damage’ be treated? Also how do I know what I’m doing if everything so dark.” He’d give a small complaint, he felt like eh was being thrown to the wolves and expected to fail, but he’d wait on Sorrels familiar voice to guide him as she didn’t respond right away. In fact when she finally did respond to him it was over a loud speaker, “Lets make it a bit more bright for you then, shall we?” Instantly he would jump as the light shot on, even making him a bit blind by how blaring and bright they were. The area would reveal itself to him, showing a large room with white walls similar to the hall way outside of here, but the lights above were bright only to ensure that the operation table had no shadow spots for error. Which the operation table was actually empty, instead though he saw almost nothing but the large hulking figure of plant matter twisted and formed into what seemed like a person who was slumped over only meters away.

Shocked that he was seeing what looked like a sleeping Treent he was clearly startled and took a step back, looking down to see if Sorrel was here next to him but he wasn’t too shocked to see she was missing. The blinking outline of her body shape being next to him with arrows pointing in the back drop that she was behind the glass and the doors were closed only proved his fears, he had been played! “You didn’t tell me he was a fucking treent!” Ricter would yell as he looked back to the smiling sylveon who seemed to be happy she was in a nice safe place, far away from angry tree people who could probably squash her easily if enraged. “You never asked, Mr. Casenger.” Her rebuttal was swift as the Treenet began to wake up, slow and lumbering but large in size, making for every movement the mix of fungus, plant matter, and even small nests that creatures had stayed in; shake and move in various positions. Slowly he’d begin to rise out of his place on the floor, a deep wail of pain escaping him as his face opened up to show a mouth and Ricter covered his ears, it seemed he was reacting to the light. A cruel twist of fate that he was forced to stay in the dark to not feel the pain of staying in the light, which as he inspected him his body seemed withered and dried out in some areas.

He hadn’t taken in light for some time it seemed and his body was dying, if this kept up he’d be dead with in a couple days if he didn’t get sun light soon, but the pain must have been too hard to bare. But he was a bit too worried about the tree beginning to move now, legs lifting up in stomping motions as they wailed again, this time sap filled eyes would look down at Ricter as he knew this wasn’t a good sign. The treenets foot would raise up as the weasel pulled out his sword, ready to counter but he realized he couldn’t fight the tree normally, they were just in pain and going off of rage, not too mention they came here for help, not to be diced up, so he’d charge his blade and leave it as a healing power instead. Still once he began to see the foot try to crash down on top of him he got the quick idea to jump out of the way, landing some feet later with some reprieve in his breathing but he would quickly go to the glass and begin banging on it. Behind it were more doctors, seemingly having join in to ‘enjoy the show’ so to speak, which only made the weasel growl. “Let me out of here you bastards! He’s going to kill me!”

“I beg to differ, I’ve seen you take strikes most would crumble from, I’m sure being stepped on by Mr. Goru wont harm you much.” Which the other doctors behind her would snicker and smile, seemingly having a ball watching the weasel flail and panic a bit at fighting such a large enemy. Which he was quick to attempt to open the door, but no matter what force he placed on it the door wouldn’t budge, leaving him in a room with an angry sour treent that wanted nothing more than to turn him into his personal stress ball. Granted now all they could hear is Ricters barking, throwing out curses and how he would do horrible things to their mothers if he got out of there, which only made them laugh the harder when another stomp would come down and he’d barely escape it as it seemed his little test was beginning.

[Ricter]

After the first two stomps Ricter would get the idea that he wasn’t going to get out of here the pacifist route, which he’d resort to using a more direct approach. Quickly the treent would turn to face Ricter, his hulking size over all shifting with vines, bark, and spores of things falling off of them. Raising an arm the creature would lift it well above his head, nearly hitting the lights before swinging It down on top of Ricters head, something like that would probably crush anything fragile, however the weasel stood his ground as he raised his weapon. Using this face of his blade he would hold it up on both side as the strike came down, causing him to grunt as the floor under him gave a few small cracks around his feet, but he held it there. Not budging as the treents strength was matched well to his size, but Ricters own tenacity was much higher, even pushing back, but only from his ability to not be moved himself.

Shifting to his left side he would slip the blade from over top of him, turning only in lace one he got far enough and letting the bark covered fist slam down into the ground. Causing a small rumble with in the clinic, which was even louder being directly next to the cause of it, however as his fist cracked the tiles of the floor and stayed down, thinking that they had crushed the weasel under it the treent would flinch as multiple cuts would begin to slash at his arm. But instead of pain the cuts would actually cause some form of healing, his roots being restored as many of the dead declining bark that was falling off him were beginning to regrow and form on him as well. This stunned the treent but at the same time didn’t slow down hie efforts to move away and strike again as the weasel tried to do another swing but missed, stumbling a little while the treent’s arm moved up and then would sweep his leg around from the left side.

Ducking, Ricter would narrowly avoid the slow kick, the big tree was fairly slow but still quite strong over all. So as it sailed by he would lift up his sword, allowing it to cut strait through his leg, but it left a glowing green cut that didn’t separate his leg, instead it only helped to repeat the process of healing the dead and dying plants on his body. Again, causing him to take a moment of reprieve before he would rear up again for more attacks, the battle was beginning to get a bit more heated as Ricter avoided another slam from them, all the while calling out. “This is insane! What will any of this accomplish!?” Of course the other doctors behind the glass could hear them, Dr. Sorrel soon pressing a big button on the other side, letting the speaker turn on again before saying, “As much as you think it will, keep it up, your doing well.” However instead of stopping the microphone and allowing it to cut off she would turn back to the other doctors asking them.

“So who else placed a bet that he would die? I got 100 Omnilium on it, who else is in?” Her voice rang out as Ricter was lifted upside down by a number of vines around his leg, swinging at the treent as he growled to hearing this. “Sorrel! When I get out of here your going to pay for this!” Being lifted up to the treents amber eyes he would look at him with both annoyance and rage bubbling up, the light still hurting him. Ricter though wiggled and tried to escape the upside down position, but he didn’t want to cut his vines, however instead he would place his paw on his blade, hoping he’d have a few seconds to do this. Lifting him up further the weasel would be placed above his head and his mouth would open in conjunction with the treent doing the same. Right as he was dropped into his gullet Ricter would stab his blade into the roof off his mouth, keeping him from falling into the pollen filled abyss bellow.

It smelled nice inside of him, even if ti was just his mouth, though of course he wasn’t one for vore but the scent of flowers as well as fresh bark and the sensation of things just growing constantly around was plesant, like being in a fresh open clearing. The cause was his sword passively beginning to regenerate his body now that it was stuck inside of him, but Ricter was more intent on placing his type of healing skill he had created in the last week on him to maybe calm him down. Now that he was inside of him, and the darkness began to surround him he wouldn’t try to fight his way back up, instead he’d hang there, holding his sword still before he’d pull off one of his paws, a glowing print forming on his paw pads before he’d slam it into the treent’s inner walls. “Alright, I’m so done with this!” His sword unhooking a bit and dragging him from almost into the creatures throat as the print would leave itself on him, unfortunately soon he would begin to lose his strength, unable to hold on to his weapon and soon the sound of a loud yell could be heard echoing inside of the treent. He had fallen inside of them completely now.

[Ricter]

All the while seeing this Dr. Sorrel would shake her head, “Oh well, guess he tried his best, though he should come back soon, I just hope are no hard feelings about this.” Which the doctors would begin to exchange their bribes and bets with one another, thinking the weasel had died. Though as the treent would wail again the wailing would die down, slowly they would fall down and sit on their back side. The screams stopping, leaving only a silent treent that would simply be staying there as his body began to bloom and become greener, flowers of violet lilies would begin to sprout, roses of a vibrant red, and many other beautiful flowers would begin to form on his body. So much so it was covered in the amazing bloom of flora, leaving them in a moss covered flower pile as the doctors watched on in awe at what was happening to the treent. They wondered if they were dying, the body finally giving up and reforming into a large bush of plant matter, but as they would open the door and quickly make their way inside they would watch on and wait as the pile of moss and flowers began to collapse.

Spores would begin to flutter out of the room, heading through the vents and into the outside world, from the clinic anyone could see the amount of plant spores traveling into the open air and going to the near by forest. It was a green fog mixed with flowers that danced along the wind, and although people were working around this time it made many people who were walking around or going about their business look up and watch the show. Eventually the pile of moss and flowers would begin to become small, the heaviest of it all staying in a small pile on the floor, but from the pile something would begin to move, then shift around before finally Ricter would be seen pulling himself out of the moss and flowers, getting up with a red lilly on his head as he stared back at the 5 other doctors in the room and then sneezed as he was a tad allergic to pollen being up his nose. “What did you do? You killed him!” Sorrel would say, getting annoyed even after the amazing display of beauty, but clearly the treent was gone.

“Uh actually I didn’t…” Ricter would give a rebuttal as he would reach down into the pile, picking up what seemed to be a large seed, but it had little roots for feet and even a face too, it was similar to a blooming flower bud, with little beady eyes the seed would look at everyone and give a broken smile. Wiggling around in his arm as Ricter finally sheathed his sword, “I think Mr. Goru just turned himself back into a seed.” Which even Sorrel couldn’t help but think this was the case too, still contemplating the negative aspects of this but it seemed like this was something both Goru and Ricter caused which drove her to a sigh. “Fine, I guess this constitutes you completing what I asked Mr. Casenger, and see? You didn’t die, don’t you feel so silly for not believing in your capabilities as much as I did, hm?” She’d say with a bit of smugness in her tone as she adjusted her glasses with one of her ribbons. However Ricters would respond in his own way to her smug mention comments, finding them to be just about as annoying as you could guess.

“So that whole betting thing was just a joke then?…” Which would draw droplets of sweat form the staff, who’d simply begin to rubbed their heads and or begin to try and sneak away, all but Dr. Sorrel who explained. “O-of course! We wouldn’t dare bet on the life of a fellow colleague!” Her statement only justified by the amount of cash in her pockets right now, which was probably fairly stacked. But instead of believing her, Ricter would opt to draw his sword and stab her directly through the head and out the other end. Of course anyone familiar with his powers knew that his sword did no damage like this but as she saw the blade spear through her head she could ‘feel’ it inside of her, and if anything, the sensation along made her reel back and shiver, rolling on the ground as she held her face with her paws and ribbons. Whining as if she stubbed her shin on an end table, “Dr. Sorrel, you know your not hurt, right?…”

“I know! But it just feels so weird, I can still feel it inside of my head! I hate it, I hate it so much!” The sylveon would complain as the little seed in Ricters arms would giggle, liking how she was in so much distress, which even draw a soft smile from the weasel now while the sylveon would eventually get over the sensation of having a sword shoved in you but feeling no pain. Getting up now as the intercoms went off, calling for aid from the doctors who seemed to enjoy having their little pow wow they would give Ricter a hand shake, or in some cases a simple nod if they didn’t have the hands to offer before leaving. All but Dr. Sorrel would leave as they would walk with one another, leaving the operation room and putting back on her veil of professionalism, “Erm, very good Doctor Casenger, it would be an understatement to say that I’m proud of you, but your job isn’t done yet, you still have more to deal with.” She’d say, hinting at more tests which poked at Ricter the wrong way.

“What? More tests? I thought I was done…” He’d give a soft groan, but she would correct that soon enough, “No no, the tests now are going to be of your own will, as for me I have none to give you that you can’t handle already. At least, as you currently are. Any case, Mr. Goru seems to have been changed into an infant like state, he is an elder treent and should be taken care of, we’ll keep him in the nursery till we can find more of his kind to maybe takes him in.” She’d remark as the little seed, being about the size of a volley ball, would climb on Ricters head, enjoying the new seating arrangements as they seemed to give happy noises of triumph at scaling Mt. Weasel. The walk to the nursery ward of the clinic was short, they would pass a few rooms and maybe cut down a hall way before they walked in. Eventually finding a room filled with babies, babies of different species and shapes. From pokemon eggs, to human like children, elves, even small litters of bunnies, kits, and other creatures over all filling a large room about twenty meters in every direction.

The day care here was one of the biggest in this city, if not better than that day care couple not too far on the other side of town, but as he would place the little seed down into one of the beds they would look sad and reach out, only for him to pet and give him some water to drink in a bottle. Nursing them to sleep, “Its okay little guy, get some rest please.” Which with his soothing voice they would be out like a light soon enough as Dr. Sorrel tended to incubating the eggs here with him, “Dr. Sorrel?” Ricter whispered as her ears perked up, looking at him as they both worked, “You said I’ve have test of my will, what did you mean by that?” He seemed confused, although he had been in his won world for decades he still had a fairy innocent mind, at least enough to not understand when someone was using some kind of riddle biased question for an answer on him. Man did he hate vague riddles. “As I said, you’ll find out, but don’t worry, when its all over I’ll be there for you.” Which made him raise a brow at her statement, it was off putting but he wouldn’t say any more as they tended to the children, or at least in moving eggs and ensuring they were all tended as this was typically a nurses job but both himself and Dr. Sorrel enjoyed kids too much to not do this sorda thing.

[Ricter]

Dr. Sorrel would look longingly at one of the eggs, spotted in an odd pattern that was random at best, while also having pink shading along the bottom and top of the oval shaped object. Inside holding what ever the parents species was, or a combination of the two, in this world anything was possible so anything could come from the little creature that was curled up in side as she stared for some time, leaving the incubation chamber open. “Still thinking about it, huh?” Ricter would chime in, watching her stare for a bit as she perked up and soon placed the egg into the incubation chamber, closing it with a soft ‘click’.

“I know-- I know, I’m not supposed to talk about it with you, but you get like this every time we come here, I can’t just watch you suffer and torture yourself like this Sorrel.” Even though they had only known each other less than a week they had become close friends, Ricters hard working attitude was appreciated by Dr. Sorrel, allowing her time to roam around, think, or just relax given she was one of the best doctors they had here. But she also had her own problems, “Thank you, but its fine, I’ll be alright.” She’d respond, closing off a bit of herself just like that, she wouldn’t go into details about it nor would Ricter but he would simply nod with a worried gaze, knowing full well she wasn’t.

Walking to the door he would do the same after turning on the night lights for the sleeping children in the room, leaving it in a soft glow that was neither too dark nor too bright. After closing the door Dr. Sorrel would turn to him, the hall empty as they began talking with one another, “Its starting to get late, you should head home, maybe get some sleep.” It was only 7:00 pm, they had plenty of time to do more work, plus it wasn’t even that dark out yet. “No way, not after that, I’m going to be staying for a couple hours.” He’d say back, crossing his arms as the sylveon would frown but give a sigh before speaking up, trying to correct her slightly depressed posture.

“Ricter you fought an elder treent, mind you he was drugged before hand so to not make it too much of a slaughter, but my point stands. You are to go home and get some rest, I’m saying this as your boss.” She’d seem to give off a very formal air again, but that air would soon drop immediately as she added one last thing, “…and as a friend, so please, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me, I’ll get over it at my own pace.” Her voice was sweet, softer, and seemed to almost give a pleading vibe too it, which caught Ricter off guard. The weasel no longer crossing his arms but instead he would look around before nodding, “Alright, I’ll…see you tomorrow then Sorrel, if you ever want to talk--” She’d cut him off, “I know, your all ears, not that those large things couldn’t pick up cable TV by now.”

She’d laugh at her own joke, Ricter doing the same after the little exchange, he would nod and wave as he walked down the hall, heading home while Dr. Sorrel stood there. She watched him leave before placing her paw prints on the glass to the nursery, seeing the little kids sleep. She was wordless, but her eyes showed every emotion she was feeling right now, and one of them was regret.

[Ricter]

The walk home was quite, the streets just as they always have been as the sun was setting right now, many of the lanterns or lamp posts had begun to turn on or the encroaching darkness caused many of the fluorescent plants to begin glowing. Looking back at the hospital as it began to get smaller and smaller he hoped his co worker would be alright, she needed sleep as well, and something else also but he would trust her for now. His home was not his originally, nor had he had much of a wish to find his own for a bit since he got here, he had been staying with two moogles, both siblings and worked at the enchantment and alchemy shop respectively. Both separate from one another but they worked hard and were pleasant to be around, though he felt like he was a bit of a burden even if he paid his fair share of bills now that he had such a rewarding job.

Coming to the door he’d unlock it, carrying a simple side bag and also his sword and tossing them on the carpet next to the front door, or at least his bag. His sword would be placed on a stand made for holding walking canes, taking up majority of the space in it as he looked around, he didn’t smell any food being made, not that he expected it. But seeing no one was here he would wonder if he should find something to eat before he went to bed since he was back early, he was kinda not that interested in food right now given he was just eaten by a treent only around an hour ago, but he couldn’t just eat nothing. Raiding the fridge while pulling off his doctors jacket he would sigh and look through it, finding a few sandwiches and a small note on the freezer section. Reading it of course since he hadn’t seen it prior to leaving, it would say.

“Ricter, me and Vel will be out all night, so don’t expect us back before 1:00 in the morning, he had to do inventory again so I’m flying over to help him out. Hopefully we can hang out tomorrow and do that party we planned eventually. Anyways don’t worry if I don’t come in tonight, hope you sleep well!

Love, Vee

Ps: I made sandwiches! =D”

The note would have many small drawings on it, from stars to simple designs of smiley faces and hearts, to just being little squiggly lines as it was clear she was drawing just for the sake of not knowing what else to write. Still it would earn a smile from him, and he’d pull out one of the sandwiches to eat, it was tuna and was made fairly well, as everything that Vee made was nice most of the time. Going upstairs he would walk into his own bed room, taking out a simple note book and recording some of his thoughts as well as drawing a bit himself, he remembered the event with the treent and all that happened. Sketching out how they looked before and even the faces they made he would then draw what seemed to be a big seed, drawing what he became after the fight.

He stayed up for about half an hour before his body began to catch up with the events of this afternoon, pin in hand he would simply pass out, drifting off to sleep after just closing his eyes for a few seconds. Hours later the sound of ringing would begin to wake him up, he had been resting fairly well for majority of the night but as he rolled over with an unpleasant groan he covered his ears, hoping whom ever was calling would just leave him alone. But it persisted, and eventually he got frustrated and tossed off the pillow from his head, “God damn it, who the hell is calling!” He’d yell to himself, clearly annoyed but as he looked at his phone and the time he would grumble as it was around 12:07 at night, and the person calling him was the hospital. This would be the first time the clinic has called him for anything so he had no clue if this was important, but quickly he would realize it might be as he answered the phone.

“Ricter! Good I thought I wouldn’t be able to get a hold of you, what are you doing right now?” The voice on the other end said, it was one of the doctors, clearly male in nature but Ricter would just groan as he rubbed his eyes rolling onto his back to face the ceiling but not stare at it. “Sleeping..whats going on?..” Asking of course, no one would call him so repetitively if it wasn’t important, unless they wanted to troll. “Its Dr. Sorrel, shes come down with something, we don’t rightly know how to fix it. Please come quickly, we may need your help with this one!” On this Ricter’s eyes would snap open, a bit blood shot from waking up in such a rude manner but it didn’t matter. In seconds he had on his shoes and in less than a minute he was in his coat and grabbing his sword, rocketing out the door.

[Ricter]

Unlike the almost 15 to 20 minute walk that it typically took to go from the clinic to his home it was more so a 5 minute sprint as he ran there, wondering what was happening. What it had to do with Sr. Sorrel, and everything else that related to why he was now sprinting back to the clinic at such a rate, forgetting completely about the ability to make his own transportation. Eventually he would make it to the building, still tired and groggy from being woken up early, and from running as well, bursting through the doors he would try to calm down, pacing himself to a stop at the front desk as the fairy there would point, not even saying anything as she knew why he was here, “Room 204.” Was her response and the weasel would nod, tired but he would work it out as he would begin jogging down the halls. The nurses noticing him along the way as they tended to others who were injured or just staying to recover from their wounds, each giving that same look of worry.

Climbing the steps at a slow pace than his jog he was exhausted, but he would have plenty of time to relax once he got to the second floor, numbers of rooms passing him on the way, scaling higher and higher till eventually he’d see the room from a distance. Because two other doctors were in front of the room, one seemed to be a male, human in shape and having a white complexion and brown hair. He wore a blue dress shirt and black tie with the doctors coat on as well, having a pair of glasses on his face as he looked inside of the room. The other being a round creature, by the looks of it a blissy, a big pink pokemon who held an egg in its front pouch and worse a mix of a nurse and doctors attire as the weasel ran up to them both. “Wh..whats g..going o-on..” He’d say, out of breath but all ears as the two looked over too him, peering through a glass window as it lead to one of the offices, in fact it was Dr. Sorrels office.

“Ricter you made it! Dr. Sorrel he’s here.” Said the blissy, which as he began to catch his breath he’d stop being hunched over and look at the foggy glass, moving closer as the door seemed locked but he could make out the form of the sylveon on the other side, he could hear coughing and a few sneezes as well. “R-Ricter?..Ah I see ugh..you made it.” A voice would say from the other end of the door, which as he would try to open up the door she would quickly say, “No! Don’t come in, it seems I contracted something nasty, s-something out of the ordinary..” She’d cough again as he stepped back from the door but only slightly. “I had to quarantine m-myself in my office..so the others wouldn’t get I-infected. I think its the Palizum virus…” This word seemed to spark more concern that he wanted to admit as she said it, the two other doctors would look at each other then to Ricter as they asked.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of that before, what is it?” The human male said as Ricter would explain, “It was a virus that degrades your health but at the same time saps away your energy and muscle mass till your unable to move and leaving you a shriveled husk. Eventually leading to death, Dr. Sorrel was--” He would be cut off by Dr. Sorrel as she would speak up once he was going too far into the explanation, “That’s e-enough Ricter, they don’t need any more information. What we need to focus on is f..finding a cure.” She’d remark with a tired tone as the three doctors outside would begin to hear papers shuffling and moving around, then the click of a camera phone before Ricter would get a beep on his own phone and see what looked like a picture and a bunch of notes and what not inside of said picture. “Thats all the notes I have on it, i-its as serious as the blight in some ways..I haven’t found a way to c..cure it, but if you can find a fairy spring, and maybe a--” She’d sneeze, pausing before they would hear a loud ‘thump’, as if something hit the floor hard which only sparked concern as the blissy would try to open the door but stop herself.

“W-white…herb..find them, mix into a salve..hurry..” Soon her voice went silent as Ricter banged on the door, “Dr. Sorrel? Dr. Sorrel!” This was bad, she didn’t have much time, and he had so many questions as to how she contracted this, but for now he would look to the two other doctors and ask them, “Please make sure she will be okay.” Before running back down stairs, fairy spring water and a white herb, two things he didn’t know too much about but he knew who to ask as he was back down to the front entrance again. “I need to know where a fairy spring is located!” He’d ask the fairy there who was surprised he was back down here so soon but as he asked this she would mull it over. “Its…Supposed to be a secret place, I don’t think I can--” Growling he would lean in further, over shadowing her smaller frame, “Please, if I can’t get there Dr. Sorrel may very well die!” He’d demand which shocked her, but she would soon make up her mind as she rummaged through a cabnet and gave him an ear piece to wear. Telling him, “I’ll walk you through there, it will be a while before you make it, but if you get there just be sure to not be tricked by any of them. Go out the south gate exit to Ambrosia, I’ll tell you the rest.”

He gave a simple nod and would make his way outside, clearly confused and with a ton of questions, but he’d try to ask them along the way.

[Ricter]

Stepping outside in the dead of night only the few lights coming from the windows of the building behind him made the way to the main paths clear. Instead of running again he would stay still, thinking and contemplating something to ride and take him place, but agile and easy to move around in the jungle landscape. It took him only around ten seconds before he formed what seemed to be a large tiger, white with black stripes and having armor plating along their shoulders and hind legs. The tiger had long fangs, a helm that fit well on their head, and a feral body over all. Looking back towards Ricter and giving a soft growl Ricter would look back at them, both scared he might have screwed up and confident that he knew they would help him. A moment of silence followed as they stared each other down before the tiger turned and sat down, as if gesturing for him to come along, which the weasel would soon climb on its back. Quickly they would set off, the pouncing tiger moving quickly through the streets of Amborsia, all the while Ricter would begin to test the small head set he was given to try and speak with the secretary.

“Maria, are you there?”
“Yeah I am, glad these things still work. Are you out of the city yet?”

He’d shake his head to himself, knowing no one was around besides himself as he rode along, clutching the fur of the tiger and staying on them as best he could, not one for traveling bareback on any creature but this was as good as any time to practice.

“No I’m not, I needed to ask you questions while I’m on my way. How did Dr. Sorrel contract Palizum? She told me it was a rare thing.”
“An unmarked envelope from an address somewhere in town, we already called the authorities on it but by what she told us she opened it and it released a white powder everywhere, infecting her. Normally we wouldn't give letters like that to our doctors but it looked like a love letter, I’ve read too many romance novels to stop that sorda thing…I-I’m sorry.”

“Its not your fault, don’t beat yourself up about it, Maria. Do you know who sent it? Anything besides an address?” Ricters tone a bit more determined when he said this, like a parent ready to tear someone limb from limb for hurting their child.
“We don’t know yet, this happened only around half an hour ago. Do you think this is some form of revenge? For what happened before?”

“Yeah, no way it could be anything other than a stab at her personally. But why call me? I know she trusts me but couldn’t a group more qualified manage to do this better?”
“Your our only combat experienced medical professional here, you know how long it would take to put out a quest, get adventurers to take it, and risk their lives to bring back what could be the wrong thing? It would take days, if not weeks, she doesn't have weeks Ricter. So, she told one of the doctors to call you.”

Closing his eyes he would sigh and shake his head, trying to clear his mind to prepare for what he might have to do as the tiger turned and made a hard right, going down an alley way. “So, I should expect a fight then huh?” He’d say over the communicator as silence followed however eventually she would respond with a “Yes, unless you can charm the fairies to give you the water then I don’t see it happening any other way.” For which he would soon be at the edge of the city, the dark forest making the path way out gloomy and black as the night sky. He wouldn’t need a light as he began to manifest a lantern to use, but now he needed directions and he felt satisfied for what he knew, for now at least. “Alright, I'm out of the city, where too Maria.” She would take a few moments to think before she answered him, speaking with a practiced tone, showing she knew where to go but it escaped her before.

“You’ll need to follow the mountain pass near the edge of the Blighted Dell, after that you will find the spring inside one of the caves, surrounded by a clear patch of grass and an flower filled clearing. I’m sorry I can’t go myself, they know my face and probably wouldn't let me in anyways. Plus with how dangerous it is I’ll just be a hindrance.” She seemed a bit upset about not being able to help more but Ricter seemed more or less fine with her attempt at aiding him, this alone was better than nothing at all, though why the fairies had a spring near the Blighted Dell was beyond him, maybe it was easier to hide given how corrupted one section could be. Regardless of the placement and reasons he would just give a simple “Thanks, I’ll tell you when I’m coming back.” Which she would respond with a solemn, “Good luck, Dr. Casenger.” With a soft pat from Ricter his mount would soon begin running off, vanishing into the forest.

[Ricter]

It was well past midnight now, probably early in the morning and he still hadn’t gotten a good amount of sleep yet but he wouldn’t dwell on it right now. Instead he would begin thinking of plans, formulating what he would do to get the water from the fairies, all the while allowing his mount to carry him to his destination. Maria was silent on the other end, probably busy with her own work as well, not daring to break Ricters concentration as he probably had enough to deal with, however deep down Ricter wouldn’t have minded talking, he needed some advice but he wouldn’t ask for it until he felt like he couldn't think of something himself. Which as he began to think he realized he needed not just one item but two things, making this adventure a lot more complex and a lot more time constrained. This virus typically took its toll over the course of a day, maybe a few extra hours if the person had a very fit body and was healthy, but a day was all he had and he had spent the last two hours traveling.

Passing by small swamps and lush meadows, things he wished he could see better in the dark but alas the moon light only gave so much vision, and his lantern only helped to see what was near by and not grandiose landscapes. But he followed what was a digital map that Maria sent him not too long after their conversation, it was drawn well enough for him to understand, mostly using landmarks and things of that nature and sent via phone. He was half way to the fairies spring before he would try to see if Maria was up, she had work still of course but he needed someone to talk too to keep himself awake, even the rhythmic bouncing of the tiger he was riding on was lulling him to sleep. “Maria are you up?” He’d say over the little ear piece as she would answer a few seconds later, “Yeah, I’m just fixing schedules, whats up?” Her voice just as it always was, but more calm now than her slightly panicked tone when she was explaining everything to him.

“Are the fairies here good? Or evil? Or the type to want to trade stuff for something they have.”
“Honestly it depends on who’s guarding the spring in this day and age, typically they can be good, or neutral, or just very mischievous, wanting something they know they shouldn’t be asking for in exchange for something they can offer. They also have fairly good magic, and their bodies are chalk full of it, people used too hunt fairies just for that reason, sometimes they still do.”

Hearing her talk about her own race he would think about what approach he should go about this, they were just passing the Blighted Dell, or at least he could see it past the tree line and would make a hard turn, following the map and traveling on the boarder, keeping himself away from that place as he had no intention of fighting any Darkspawn at all. “So they can be as fickle as they want to be.” The weasel would say back as Maria would just give an “Mhm..but there is one thing most fairies love, its something no ones ever seen before, or a good story. I don’t know if that will help you though but if you can figure out something I’m sure you’ll manage it.” Which as she said this he wondered how the hell would he manage to show them something they never seen before, or tell an interesting story? Mulling it over as he traveled along, the tiger jumping over fallen stumps and avoiding the more dangerous parts of the Tangled Green, they were about twenty minutes from the destination now, which ow the landscape began to get higher, mountains were near by and he knew from here he should keep his eyes open for a clearing.

Going slower as he began to notice dancing lights in the sky, normally he’d think they were wisps in the air, or maybe floating paper lanterns, but in this case the lights giggled and circled around one another. Following one for a few minutes they came to a section of the mountain still connected to the forest, around a mile away from the blighted Dell but the tree’s and foliage were different. A mix of lively lushness and magic that made them glow an off blue, mushrooms with spots that gave dim light and a meadow that looked almost like something from story books rather than what you’d see everyday. That was what made this realm special though, the inclusion of so many things were bound to create wondrous and amazing places you’ve never seen before. As he was lead to the clearing he would jump off the tiger as he stayed at the tree line, getting down he would then begin to walk towards the cave but he’d form something on his hand. A gold ring, since gold wasn’t much of a currency in these parts it would seem insignificant as the band was formed around his finger after a few seconds, but it would be for him, at least for now.

Walking forward he’d start to loo inside of the cave, he could feel a wash of magic spill over his body as he never felt power in such a potent extent, which left him a bit stunned but he kept going as lights and larger than average fairies would pass by him. Seemingly sizing him up, but not threatened at all by the weasels approach, maybe they were used to having others over, or they knew no matter what he tried he couldn't fight them all if he were to be hostile. The further he walked into the cave, which was more like a grass and moss filled tunnel with glowing plants dotting all along the ceiling and the sides of the walls, the more he wanted to to just take a picture of this scenery. Which he would think abut after this whole mission thing was over, no need to seem like some kinda silly tourist as he gave a determined stride, adjusting the ring on his finger, almost giving a show of how longingly he would mess around with it.

Once he made it too the inner chamber he would look around, in the middle of what seemed like a massive cave was a large glowing spring, where fairies would be resting or just playing in right now while along the sides was the same green covered flora as before, but large rocks would make for seats to rest on as they dotted the edges of the pool. As he walked in many of them would flutter around the weasel, asking open ended questions like, “Can we pet it?” or “It looks so fluffy!”. Innocent in nature but he would ignore them for now as he walked a bit closer. Eventually gaining the ire of something here, from the spring someone would begin to rise form it, making him stop his advance as it looked like a woman covered in grass and ivy that would block the view of her chest and other sections of her body. She floated, having no wings but instead was as large as a human woman, having features of one as well besides her green hair, pale complexion, and pointed ears. Slowly she moved out of the pool of water and floated towards the weasel, which now Ricters heart was beating fast, scared, but he would stick to his plan.

“My, we never get visitors so willing here in my spring, typically they are too afraid of being turned into some little creature for our amusement. Granted, given what you are your already half way there. Tell me then what bring you here?” Ricter would respond t her, but he would choose his words carefully, trying to gauge the fairy guardian’s tone.

“I’ll be honest and tell you’ve I’ve heard your water could cure many things, I’d like to take some to use it to heal someone I care about.”
“Again? I hope you realize your not the first, nor the last, to ask for our water, and as you can guess the price for it doesn’t come cheep. Are you willing to pay for this?

Ricter would frown inwardly but try not to show it in his expression, if fairies liked stories well he better make up one. Getting down on both knees he would look up at the woman, placing both of his hands together on the ground before he’d say. “Y-yes, I am, I love her too much to not let her die to something you can possibly solve. I know its not in my right to ask you of such things but I can’t watch her parish.” His tone a bit broken, but clearly very dramatized as this alone sparked the attention of almost every fairy in the room, the woman even quirking a brow and smiling. “She is your lover then? Its a rare thing to see such devotion in the face of an uncertain future, tell me, is she worth this? Worth what ever price you may pay?” Which she would lean in further, the weasel giving a slow nod before looking back up to her, tearing in his eyes as he raised his hand, showing her the ring.

“I married her and promised I’d take care of her as she did for me, my devotion is a small price to pay for what could be her lively hood. This ring represents that.” This statement would draw a chorus of ‘Awww’s from around them, the younger fairies seemed to be eating this up, while the guardian seemed unfazed at first but she could tell that what he was saying was coming from the heart. That or his acting was that good. Reaching down she would pick him up by his chin, smiling as she gave him a pat on the head, “Your love is so sweet and pure, makes me wish I could find romance so strong, so dedicated to your lover you’d risk anything for. I wish I could steal you, hm, I could if I wished. But instead I’d like one thing.” She’d ask of him as he would respond with simply, “Anything..” Which a smile would curl along her face as she whispered into her ear, “I’d like to have your ring.” Which was what he planned on. Looking down at his ring he would rug along it, rubbing it as the young fairies around them seemed enthralled by what was going on. Like watching a romance novel take place, or one of those soap operas on telemundo.

“B-but…I can’t…its, so important..” He’d say back to her as he looked flustered, she would only smile and lean back, “If its more important than your lover then I’d say your care little about them.” Her rebuttal was sharp as soon he’d get chants from all around the spring, many fairies saying for him to give up the ring, as if hoping he’d do so for the sake of his loved one. Which after playing it up for a good dozen or so seconds he would eventually pull it off, soon offering it up too the woman above him, which as she would reach out she would take it and soon it would turn into small dust particles. Soon she would say, “Good, your sacrifice of your wedding ring wont be in vein, here, this is for your wife.” She’d then offer him what seemed like a jar, a bottle of sparkling, glowing water. Which he’d happily accept, although he looked sad still, which he would cheer up and soon say, “Thank you, thank you so much! I-I’ll…make sure she gets this, and that her illness is cured, you have my word.” His theatrics continued as another volley of ‘Awww’s would roll around and echo in the cave, but before he could even think about leaving she would lean in again, whispering into his ear as she would say words that would make his heart jump.

“Nice acting, my fairies will be entertained for a long time thanks to you.” And with a fluster on his face and a stiff posture that showed he was scared out of his mind now, he didn’t know what how much she knew he was lying but he could guess probably a lot. Still she would soon give his head a pat and say out loud, “You may take you leave, be sure to come around again and tell us more of your wife and her condition, I’m sure we’d love to hear it~” They would say as she grinned, which the weasel would give a very genuine “Y-yeah, t..thank you again..” Clearly shaken he would make an about face and turn strait towards the caves entrance, walking slow but with a clearly terrified expression on his face. But he got it, the first of two items needed, now he would just need to figure out where the other was.

[Ricter]

Making his way out of the cave, still a bit shaken up as he was worried that at any moment he’d be turned into some small critter, or better yet turned into a bug or something. Which would ruin his day if he was made into a tiny little mustelid. Anyways after he left the cave and made it into the clearing he would walk towards the sleeping tiger, who perked up once Ricter approached and would give a soft growling yawn. Climbing up onto their back they would stretch before he would soon contact Maria again, “Maria, I got it, I got the water.” He’d say, bot surprised that he was able to lie his way into getting it while also surprised he wasn’t dead or something. Which gained the same reaction from Maria who began asking, “You did? Holy shit, did you get turned into a monkey? Did they take your soul? Are you like-- 5 inches tall?” She’d say, listing off idea’s, which he was happy the guardian wasn’t able to hear this as all of those idea’s sounded really bad.

“N-no, I’m fine, just a bit shaken up. I need to know where to find a white herb now, do you have any idea where I can look for it?” He’d ask her but she would give a disappointed sigh, “No unfortunately, I think Vee might know, I’ll patch her to you since were on the phone already.” He would wait, getting a bit antsy now that he was safe from any immediate wrath from powerful figures, namely the guardian. After a minute soon Vee would answer, as groggy he was when he was woken up, “Augh, huh? Is this Ricter?” A feminine voice would say, Vee was his moogle room mate, one he helped when she was injured and more so saved her from the clutches of a group of goblins. “Yeah its me, I’m sorry but I need your help, its really important, do you now where I can find a white herb? Wait- do you have one in the alchemy shop?” He hoped she would say yes, but as she would shuffle around, trying to probably get up she’d give a “One second..” Before making him wait around a minute or two.

Ricter would hear the flipping of a book as he guessed it was Vee’s personal registry, “No, we don’t have that in the shop, its pretty rare anyways and would cost a bunch..If your looking for one you’ll need to uh..” Pausing she would read through her book some more, then after half a minute she would add, “Okay, so only the elves farm this stuff, which is around Yggdrasil-- its the big tree, you can’t miss it. Or you could try looking around in random magical groves.” On hearing this from his friend he would inwardly sigh, it was night out so seeing the Yggdrasil tree form here would be hard, but that place, by rumors he’s heard, is a literal maze that he could get lost in for weeks if he was not careful. Plus the elves were neutral, they could help or they could just let him wonder around for a while and hope to get to a village or two eventually. As for a random grove, that wasn’t on the table, he couldn’t leave the fate of Dr. Sorrel up to blind luck.

“Any other places? Come on Vee, there has to be some other way.” He’d mention as he would look at the glowing water in a jar, waiting for her to mention something, “Well, there is one other way, you know the Blighted Dell right?” Oh god she was mentioning that place, a place he was warned never to go too lest he have to fight some mutated abominations that could lead to the death of him, or worse, use his body for what ever sick things thy had in mind. None the less she would continue, “Well most of the plants there are corrupted, but if you can manage to get a shriveled up white herb and use the fairy water on it maybe you can cure it and then mix the two anyways? The Blighted Dell has rarely ever been touched, so people looking for that sorda thing might be lucky to find a bunch of them, but you only need one so you should be fine I think.” It seems she was told about the whole mission he was on, but at the same time it was a gamble.

Still, nodding to himself he had waited around enough, and he knew full well going there was better than traveling across half the verse to get to the tree and probably get lost. He’d take his chances fighting rather than something that would waste time, “Alright Vee, I’m going to the Dell, if anything happens I can kill myself and I’ll come back, right?” His voice grim, he’d rather not be corrupted by the blight, so if need be he’d sacrifice his life, and even what he’s accomplished to ensure that his power isn’t used for something bad. This sparked some worry in Vee’s tone, but she would nod, “Y-yes, you’ll come back. Your tough enough to survive a lot of thing Ricter, I’m sure you’ll make it out, just grab it and go. I’ll send you a picture of it, luckily my book comes with photos of everything.” After a brief second or two his phone would show a picture of a withered plant, this was a blighted white herb, barely usable for anything but black magic. All he needed to do was cute it using the fairy water, simple task in theory, but getting it might be an adventure of itself.

“Thanks.” Ricter would say as Vee gave a silent nod to herself, she didn’t need to tell him to be careful, by the sound of his tone he already knew what was at stake if he failed. With a beep he would hang up and a few pats he would gesture and the tiger would begin running off again, headed for the Blighted Dell.

[Ricter]

Being only a mile out he would reach the Blighted Dell in less than five minutes, the surrounding landscape seemed to be a mix of the dead lands he had known from his own world and like the spirits of life were drained fully from this place. The tree’s were completely dead, having no possible way of returning to their previous lush green and brown look they once were, all the while the grass was completely dark and black in some locations. Soil looking more like blackened charcoal, if it wasn’t so dark out he would be able to see the entire Dell, or well he would guess he would be able too. However the hills and sections of plant matter that were scattered around still could be seen, and as he would climb down from his mount he would only give a gesture to go towards the forest again. He didn’t want to alert any enemies near by, especially since this wasn’t his land at all, for all he knew he could run into anything around here. So he’d only call for help in getting out of here when the time was necessary, for now he would take his lantern and begin to walk into the Blighted Dell, a clear target for anything but he’d keep his word drawn for now.

The sky above was starless, black as the surrounding area he was in, blank and foreboding as the morning was slowly starting to roll in, but of course he couldn’t tell given where he was located now. The land was rocky, and every step he took he would scan the ground, looking around and trying to find a means of actually getting what he was looking for as shadows seemed to spook him when they passed by his vision or reflected from the lantern. Of course he wouldn’t find anything right away but at the same time he didn’t know what exactly he could find if he wasn’t careful too, that includes enemies as he inspected dead plants and grass that was similar to what he was looking for but shook his head as he noticed it wasn’t even close. Deeper he’d travel, at first only a few meters but his frantic searching left him almost a mile into the Blighted Dell, nothing having attacked him just yet but he was skeptical that he’d be safe, but his searching was starting to paying off now. From the information he was given from Vee he had to find certain plants near or around the herb, and in this scenario they would all be corrupted but he was tracking it down.

Eventually as he came to an outcropping of wood and rocks, it looked like a settlement at one point but it was destroyed and uprooted, bricks covered in blackened ash as if the building was burnt down. The tiles of the floor cracked and shattered, more or less the place was completely destroyed but Ricter could tell what it was used for. It was made for living in yes, but the collection of other buildings around them only showed him that this was perhaps a green house thanks to the broken pots and things of that nature, walking inside he’d rummage through the wreckage. This place was probably a couple months old, not recent enough to warrant searching every house but enough to check out the potted plants as he moved and pushed some to the side. Coughing a bit as he realized he might need to leave this place soon, but his eyes would shoot open as he found something in one of the pots. Pulling out his phone and matching it to the description of the picture he would wonder if this was actually it, but their was only one way to find out. Uncorking the bottle he would pour a bit into the soil and on the plant, watching and waiting for a reaction, hoping to what ever gods were in this universe that it would do something.

Not even a few seconds would pass before the shriveled up plant would start to spring to life, white petals beginning to form around its sides, eclipsing around one another into the shape of a bud. It looked more like a bright white onion however with a small sprout coming out of the top of it, closing the cork on the bottle he would smile and reach out to grab at the plant but just as he was reaching to take hold of it an arrow would come sailing through a window, crashing against the glass and almost barely hitting him in the head as he jumped back. If not for the broken window he’d probably have been killed, but the sound of things moving outside he had very little time to worry about his stroke of luck, he needed to get out of here and had a long way out of the Blighted Dell. Snatching the herb out of the pot he would begin to run strait for the broken down door, however on going towards the door the ground would shake under him, making him drop the lantern he had in his hand in place of keeping his footing as it shattered on the ground bellow them.

The tiles which were already broken would begin to shatter from the pressure of something jutting up from the ground, which caused him to tumble back, the weasel landing on his ass as he stared up at something crawling out of the rubble. The creature had the face of some decaying old man, while teeth as sharp as needles, however its body was that of a lobster or insect monster, resembling a crab in some ways but also a roach as its many arms made it able to stand but also crawl around, it loomed over Ricter. For the unknowing it was a Childer Hatchling, something of nightmares as the creature raised one of its sharpened arms and tried to stab at the weasel, which he’d be quick to shuffle back and stand up as it pierced the tiles under it. Counter attacking he would swifty swipe his blade across the beasts face, or try too but they would jump back, blocking his exit out of the broken down house as he looked around for a way to escape and not stay here for very long. He was found out and knew more of these creatures would be around as the walls of the house were teaming with incest like arms trying to crawl inside.

Charging forward he would make a hard left for a window and actually jump strait through it, shattered glass coating his frame but it was the least of his worries, he was instead worried about what he landed on as it seemed like a Genlock Archer had broken his fall. Probably the same one who shot an arrow in his direction, he’d land on him directly and right away the creature aimed to hit him with a hand axe. Using his forearm he would block it by hooking it under the bladed part of the axe, then taking his sword he would hold it in a reverse grip before slashing at the creatures neck. Spraying blood across his coat and body before he’d get up and stab at his face, ensuring that they wouldn’t get back up again as he turned around. The little house was now teaming with Childer hatchlings now, most on top of the fractured roof while most were moving towards him, and even now he could tell they weren’t alone. From the far left he could see figures heading for him, more Genlocks, this time they seemed more so in greater numbers which only sparked his will to begin running now.

Ricter wasn’t one to fight enemies, he was no coward by any means but he knew full well that this was a fight he’d win if he tried to defend himself the old fashioned way. Running quickly he would feel the wizzing sound of an arrow or two passing by his body, one would even nail him in the side of the arm as he flinched and grabbed the face of his blade, holding it while in motion before pulling it off and hitting himself with it. Leaving a paw print that would ease the pain some, breaking the arrow off he would worry about pulling it out later, for now he dove in behind a boulder. He didn’t know where the arrows were coming from, not too mention he felt as if he were surrounded, and in a way he was. But he knew he couldn't stay in one spot for long as from the top of the boulder another Genlock would peer down at him, bald and with glowing eyes they would jump and aim to shove its dagger into his head. Rolling to his right side he would allow him to come down, but only stab at his leg as the weasel would hiss if not for the mark preventing him from feeling the blunt of the damage, or even the spill of blood into his pants leg.

Shifting his weight to his free leg he would kick them to the side before getting up and pulling out the dagger, flinching to the sensation and then jumping on top of the Genlock who was still on the ground and beginning to stab at his back. Striking him four times as he stabbed him in the spine, trying to make sure they wouldn’t get back up from something like this as he ripped out and carved blood and muscle using the serrated edge of the blade. But he’d feel yet another arrow hit him as he was getting up, this time hitting him in the side of his back, turning around another Genlock was their and aiming to pull out another arrow but the weasel rushed them. Not backing down they would pull out a blade but even while injured he would manage to get close and soon would draw his sword out and smash the face of the blade into his side, causing the dwarf sized creature to fall on his arms. Showing no mercy he’d bring his sword down along the creatures kidney, slashing as they wailed and seemed to groan in pain, which followed two more slashes across the creatures arm that cut it completely off.

Running again he would start to feel things becoming numb, he was bleeding a lot and knew that he should try to stop it and so he’d half sword his weapon, holding it by the blade while running away. His wounds and cuts closing, while also his bleeding stopped, pulling out the arrows inside of him eventually his jogging became a sprint as his body recovered in a matter of ten or so seconds from the small scuffle he just had. Even now as he felt like he had been running for a good 5 minutes strait he could hear the ground rumble around him, more were coming and he would have to find a good way of avoiding any more attacks as he didn’t see any more arrows. Instead though as he peered through the darkness he noticed something ahead of him and just as he thought it was a broken tree he’d see a glint of steel and make a baseball slide as he narrowly escaped decapitation. Looking back he’d see the hulking figure of what looked like a Darkspawn Ogre, massive in size and with curved horns it welded a large war axe and seemed to be impeding his advance.

Getting up the monster would turn to him and no sooner swing again, causing him to jump back as he had to go around him but its shuffling only made it harder. Taking up a defensive stance he would wait for them to attack, he didn’t have much time before the Childers caught up but he could at least try to cripple the beast before he left, so they wouldn’t follow. Charging forward, the ogre wouldn’t take the bait, instead fainting a swing which Ricter tried to deflect and soon the ogre would ram his shoulder into Ricters side. Sending him strait into a dark dead oak tree as he gasped from being pinned into it, however his gasp turned into a scream of pain as his free hand tried to pull him off but it was met with the bladed end of the orge’s axe as he pulled back and chopped at his left arm. It would cleanly be separated from the weasels body as the shock caused his eyes to go blood shot instantly, not only this but the fact that he lost his arm stunned him, allowing for the ogre to follow up as they laughed.

But he didn’t, more so thinking his opponent was going to be dead soon enough the beast simply let Ricter fall to the ground while still holding his sword, sitting on one knee as he panted and reached around to wrap his arm around the bleeding gushing wound. Sneering the beast just walked forward, his bloody axe scratching along the ground as he waited and angled himself, seemingly ready to deal the finishing blow but wanting to savor the kill, which was his mistake. With just a small cut on his body the weasel growled and snapped up, the wound no longer crippling as he used the power of the blade to restore the use of his arm. By completely growing it and healing the bloody wound as grabbing at the monsters throat he would take his sword while he was stunned by the counter attack and send it strait through his chest, aiming for the heart. Causing them to stagger back and shuffle before falling to the ground. Panting deeply, Ricter held his arm, the sleeve being cut from the axe leaving his new bare arm out in the open, additionally, it had just as much functionality than his previous limb.

Testing it, this was the first time he lost a limb before, but thanks to his own magic he was cable of restoring it completely, healing it as well but he felt a tad drained. For now he wouldn't dwell on it too much, opting to pull his sword out of the ogre, which as he would attempt to do this something would grab at his doctors coat from the side, it was the ogre’s large hand and tugging at him, it would seem they had a fizzling fire bomb ready to be used. He planned on taking him down with him, which with a tug Ricter would almost fall down on him, but as he pulled out his sword and cut his coat he’d narrowly escape the explosion, he took only a step back and cut the air as the dust and fire spread out in a violent show of force. Creating a pocket for which the fire wouldn’t burn him, at the same time ensuring that it would only protect himself as the other creatures only managed to get caught in the explosion as they came for him directly. The dust would settle soon enough, showing the destructive power of the fire bomb as his Iron Mountain stance, that he learned from a sword master he knew, seemed to help defend him and even killed many of those who were following him in the blast radius as most were in flames now.

But as he looked on he noticed something, when he cut off part of his coat to escape, it was now burning with the chard body of the orge. “NOOO!” He’d yell as he moved towards the still burning ogre, the flames intense however he would risk the burns, pulling the burning cloth from its grasp and stomping it out, he tried to reach into the still hot pocket. Only to pull out the burned remains of the white herb, completely turned to ashes as his dreams began to turn to smoke right before his eyes. “N-no..no no no, please no.” Pleading to whom ever was around to hear he would try to pull any petals, any stem, anything he could salvage form the plant as he plucked what seemed like a simple white seed from the destroyed herb. No amount of fairy water could bring back a plant that was now ashes, nor was it a fertilizer to keep using as he had only half a bottle left. But he had no time to think about what could be done, the sound of movement was still following him from behind but as he got up and began running again, while his uniform and clothes were in tatters now he would whistle out into the darkness.

Leaping out the tiger he rode here would come in front of him after a minute long of him running towards a light in the distance, like the horizon was the sun and the sky was breaking away to light. Jumping on the tigers back soon the duo would make their way out of the Blighted Dell, arrows following their exit as he hugged on tight to the animal, it was now morning. But with the morning sun washing over his body he knew that now he was running out of time, and now with only a small seed, he would have to bank on Vee knowing what to do, if she did know that is.

[Ricter]

The distance home would make every minute feel long and tedious, he was as safe as he could be now as the tiger began making its way home, but he knew that he didn’t have much time, he had spent well over four hours doing all this, and it would be another two to get back to the city. All the while he would look at the seed he now held between two fingers, with the bottle in hand he would gently dab the water on top of it, only using a drop but it did nothing. He didn’t want to waste it any more, and as he had dropped his ear piece in the fighting he had to do the weasel sighed to himself and just kept going. Normally he’d call someone using his phone, but that too was inside of one his pockets which was burned over all, totally unusable so he left it as well. He didn’t mind getting a new phone, nor new clothes given his were cut and sliced up to all hell, one day of having his doctors coat and it was now flayed and shredded up horribly. Blood stained his clothing in splotches that ranged form his white coat to his jeans and some sections of his shirt, not his own in some instances but it was clear that he had done something.

The trip home lasted as long as it took to get here, around two hours or so, so making his way to the small city he would climb off his tiger. The creature giving him a small nuzzle and he would hug them back, petting them before the animal began to de-materialize into white dust. He’d summon them again that’s for sure, but for now he’d rather make the last bit on foot as he looked around, still morning but the sun was higher in the sky, he couldn’t go back out to explore the large tree in the distance, it would take too long. Plus he was counting the hours in his head, banking on the idea that Vee knew of a way to grow a seed into an herb that wouldn’t waste all the water he had collected from the guardian. Walking towards his hose he would pass it by, still tired and a little exhausted, it was Friday so Vee was probably at work by this time, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t check. Walking into the nice little home he would look around, it was silent but perking up his ears he could tell that someone was up stairs taking a shower.

Walking over to the table he would place the seed into a bowl and place the water next to it, still glowing faintly as he sat and would grab something to eat, he hated waiting but he he would, just for a bit longer. After around five or so minutes he would notice the flying form of Vee who just got out of the bathroom, she had a towel wrapped around her body, and also was short in stature, around 3 feet tall, the moogle had a red ball bobbing on her head while fluttering her bat like wings along. She was humming to herself and soon would notice him. “Ricter? Your back!” She’d smile brightly, however fluster as she realized she was in a towel and practically naked underneath, but she’d get a good look at him and her worry instantly grew. Flying towards him quickly she would inspect his body, he was in tatters, and it looked like he was hurt, or at the very least some kinda mad scientist but her worries would be calmed down as he spoke to her. “Vee its okay, I got a bit roughed up but I’m fine.”

She would calm down, but at the same time she was still very worried, “You hadn’t picked up your phone, I had thought you died, or worse..” He could feel the almost teary eyed expression she gave as suddenly she would hug him, which surprised him a tad, but he’d return the hug. Her fur was still a bit damp, and even as they hugged he would feel himself even wanting to hold it a big longer than he liked since he was pretty afraid too but didn’t want to show it for her sake. After a couple dozen seconds she would pull away, causing them both to be flustered, and even a few tears to have fallen on his clothes, but shes wipe her eyes and smile back as he did the same. “I’m glad your alright, I see you got the water, but..a seed?” She’d question, looking over at the bowl and jar of water, which he’d explain. “It got burned, I had the herb in my hands and it burned up, all I could get was a seed. Is there a way you can grow the seed back into the herb Vee?”

Plant magic was a thing, so maybe someone could do it, but he didn’t know who he could ask about that sorda thing, maybe he’d find someone quickly but of course he came to Vee since she was the closest person he knew to being capable of doing something. But her head shook, frowning, “There’s not much that can grow a seed into a full herb again so quickly, I don’t see many plant mages, much more rare are time manipulating mages. Though…you should know something Ricter..” She would pause as she moved and took up the remote on the table, pointing it at the TV as the news was currently on and playing 24/7. Eventually they would show what was happening at the clinic, a reporter on the other end seeming giving a description of what was happening currently. “Yes that’s right this clinic behind me, with so many inside its everyone fear that no one would be able to make it thanks to the Palizum virus possibly taking the lives of everyone inside, both staff, woman, children, and men are known to be effected and so the city has deemed the zone a full quarantine of the area. With no possible cure that can be delivered in the next few hours we can only hope the doctors inside can find some means of ensuring that this story doesn’t turn into a memorial for those lost. We will have more of--” She’d cut it off as that pretty much explained everything that he needed to know.

“The clinic, while you were gone got quarantined, someone had opened the door to Dr. Sorrels room. Almost everyone was infected only a few hours ago. Its become a small emergency here now, no ones allowed in the area or out of the area.” Vee would say with a saddened tone. The look of shock on his face was palpable, he didn’t know what to say, more so he didn’t know what to do at all. One herb and a half a bottle of water can’t fix an entire buildings worth of people, and as he placed his head into his hands he would run them up along the tops of his head, rubbing his ears as he looked stressed out and depressed as well. Noticing this, Vee would run up stars, probably to get changed since she was still in a towel, but this would give him a few moments to think to himself.

Looking down at the two items he would just shake his had, Vee taught him how to do alchemy to a small degree, however he wasn’t the best at it, he only knew how to combine ingredients and grind certain ones together. The weasel couldn’t grow a seed into a plant, and finding someone would take some time, especially or something like this, he had maybe a few hours left before people would start dying. Taking a look at the books around the cabinet, trying to find something specific in the means of trying to maybe rapidly grow a seed into an herb. He found little to nothing in Vee’s private collection, only information on growing habits and maybe a few super fertilizers but nothing would catch his eye as he skimmed through books. However one thing came up, catching his eye immediately, and just as Vee was coming back down stairs, in a nice sun dress mind you, he’d already be out the door. The seed and water gone from the table as the door slammed directly behind him.

[Ricter]

Rushing from his home again with what could be a very stupid attempt at trying to save everyone or a very smart one, hell, he could very well be killing himself but given he was a prime he didn’t worry about his own life much. He had protected many people in his life before becoming a prime in this realm of reality, wither it was the witch he served under as a familiar, or the people he’s rescued under her direct instructions, after all she was a witch but she wasn’t an evil one. But he wouldn't think of himself as some amazing hero to be praised, even now he was doing it for the people who gave him something, a life here and a place to earn money and be not worry about living in what could be and was a hostile world. Thinking about his plan of action though as he ran through the streets he would turn down an ally way and stop near the side of a building that was the direct path to the clinic.

Looking down the road he would notice many people, creatures, and the like being stopped from going down the street thanks to a blockade that was set up. He couldn't force his way through it, and negotiating wouldn’t help, even if he was a doctor there as he didn’t want to waste time, so he’d take the other route that lead into the building, or at least past the blockade with out him having to travel above on the roofs of homes and houses. Moving back into the alley he would begin to try and uncover a man hole cover pulling it up and prying it using his sword before he’d flinch and scrunch his noise to the smell coming from the sewer. “Oh fucking god that stinks…” Well when you lived in a town with so many varieties of people you get some interesting combinations that tended to get spilled down in here. “NO, stop thinking about it, ugh just suck it up Ricter, take a deep breath and jump in.” He’d try to not psyche himself out of it, instead he would try to peep himself up before suddenly he’d jump down into the sewers.

Falling for only a few feet he would land on the walking section of the sewers which in the middle was a slosh of dark liquids that he turned away from quickly. Holding his breath still he would begin to walk along, taking small breaths any time he could but not for very long. Moving along the sewer systems towards the clinic he knew the above ground streets but bellow ground it seemed like he’d get lost fairly quickly if he didn’t envision it in his head. He wouldn’t see much down here, beside maybe a shambled cardboard box home or two, but he did notice someone was here seemingly scampering around. Normally he’d be wary of giant rodents, which this one seemed to be almost half his size and probably weighing just as much but they would perk up and look over to the weasel, smiling. “Oh my! A visitor? I rarely see anything like you down here stranger, are you lost?” She would ask, having a nice sun hat on her head with ‘flowers’ that were made of cut out aluminum cans. Ricter would try not too talk but would suck it up and hold his nose, he’d be sure to take a shower after this.

“Clinic, its above ground, do you know where it is?” He asked quickly as she would giggle, rubbing her whiskers as the big rat would think for a second and then say, “Clinic you say? Well I think its this way, its where all those nice band-aids get thrown down here, right?” The idea that she might be eating band-aids made him almost gag, which was only helped by the smell but he would swallow his stomach before it got shown. “Y-yeah, I think so, also I’m Ricter, thank you for the help!” He’d say to her as she would smile , giving a small curtsy as she was wearing a type of Gothic era dress, her tone was fancy as well, something he wasn’t expecting but was happy for the help and her politeness too. “Your thanks is mighty appreciated sweetie, come, I’ll show you the way.” With that he would walk with her towards what he hoped was the end of his wandering around. “You may call me Elyisa, if you wish you may come back down to visit me again? I know a tea you’d absolutely love to try out.” She’d offer which for what it was worth he would consider it, especially given she helped him get to the latter leading to what he could guess was the man hole cover right outside the clinic.

This probably wouldn’t be the most heroic entrance he’s ever made but at least he got here and past the blockades as he nodded and noticed her holding out his hand to him. Not in a way he was probably used too seeing, but he quickly realized what she wanted him to do, and so he’d frown before getting down on one knee and giving her hand a kiss. Which sent shivers down his spine as he could almost taste the-- soap? Wait one second. Moving in he would sniff her a bit, she smelt like flowers, much nicer than everything around him as she smiled and pulled her hand away, “My if you want to get so close I’d think you’d be interested in a kiss somewhere else stranger~” Which he’d pull away soon after and notice that the smell of trash and garbage snuck up on him again, odd but interesting in a way as he would move towards the latter, “S-sorry, thank you again Elyisa. I’ll be sure to share some tea with you later.” He’d say as he began climbing the latter, granting a wave with her ring hand, “Bye bye sweetie, hope you get to work on time doctor.”

With no other answers he would pull up the man hole cover and push it to the side, breathing in deeply once he made it too the surface, the warm yet clean jungle air filling his lungs and making him sigh in relief as he looked around. No one was close to the clinic, if anything they made the blockades take up a wide scope of space, which was smart but still made him worry a tad about who all was afflicted. Still as he closed the man hole cover, but not before waving down to the rat lady, the weasel would get strait to heading for the clinic as he was right outside of the building. Inside the atmosphere seemed to all but die, he’d notice many people laid across stretchers while nurses who normally would be taking care of them were laying on chairs and what not. Every chair was a bed or place to sit down or lay down, and even now as he breathed in the air it was thick and heavy, he knew now he couldn’t turn back from his plan as Maria was laying in her chair, unable to move nor responded once Ricter spoke up. “Maria! Are you okay? Maria!” The fairy would simply groan and whimper, “R-Ricter…” Her tone was soft and baited, for her it must hurt to even speak and from that he knew Dr. Sorrel couldn’t be any better.

Not daring to touch her body given the virus weakened the body so much it could cause cracks in bones he would begin running down the halls, he was heading for the operation room. The same halls he walked with the Sylveon just yesterday as she was explaining his test to become a doctor, now he was running down them to save the doctor and possibly everyone else who’s inside of the clinic. As he came to the room where he fought the treent he would walk forward, just as he thought, the moss and flowers that spilled from the elder treents body was in a small pile in the middle of the floor. Getting down on his knee’s he would reach into a pouch he had and place a white seed into the moss, allowing it to be covered by it as he watched and waited. Seconds would turn to a few long minutes before a sprout would appear, then turning into a small flower and growing more and more, the information he read in the book was that the moss from aging treent was as good as any soil or mana manipulating magic. In the span of 5 minutes the white herb would sprout fully, becoming just as lively as it was prior, before being burned away into nothing but a seed.

Pulling the herb from the moss he would place it down in front of him and with a bowl and grinding tool he’d start to use what he learned from Vee and her brother Vel to better distribute the possible cure. Turning the herb into powder he would cough a few times but ignore it, using other small herbs and what not he managed to get from Vee’s shop well before all this happened. Mixing them into one large bowl he would look into the moss for a second, taking some of it he would simply sprinkle some into the bowl before he’d pour the rest of the water with it. Quickly the liquid would be absorbed but turn into a glowing mix of herbs and water, looking more like a gel like liquid that was a bit tough. This was only enough for maybe two or three people at the most, but he had another plan in mind. Placing his blade down in front of him he would draw a small rune on the face of it before he’d take his paws and run the salve along the weapon. The rune pulling it into it, taking the medical salve for its own as he began enchanting his own sword to forever have the salve as apart of it, and in a way apart of him too.

Once it was done he would channel his magic for a few minutes, ensuring that his weapon connected back to him, after all it was his own abilities and power that influenced what he could heal and not heal. But in a way he was literally making his own technique as he stayed in a meditative posture for well around five or so minutes as the salve was fully absorbed into the blade. Now to test it, charging his weapon he would pick it up and have it face himself, as if he were about to commit suicide. Though as he pushed it into himself, through his stomach it wouldn’t harm him, instead as he focused a tad he would feel something being pulled out of him as a mark was left in its place. The sensation of weakness from the Palizum virus was gone, and when he got up he would look at his shining weapon before It faded again to look like a normal sword, he knew then that he not only found a cure for the virus but possibly any other thing that could cause harm to a body internally.

[Ricter]

Ricter wouldn't waste any more time than he did when he was walking around, sure he was exhausted and had been up all night, plus had a fight and got his arm cut off but that was no excuse. No matter how much he wanted to complain, right now he’d be running down the halls, half sprinting as the first person he saw he’d soon stab with his charged sword. Which would shock them but they couldn’t move anyways, soon after he’d pull it out, their bodies returning to normal slowly and quickly they began to move a bit. “W-what?..” The civilian would say as this would be repeated for the entire clinic. Of course he’d fatigue himself, as only half way into beginning to cleanse the building of the virus did he feel himself running low on energy. Seemed this skill drained his power a bit, which only meant he shouldn't use it a lot when it came to a real fight, but hopefully he didn’t have to deal with poison much in the thick of it. He was more so happy to be able to heal and cure others with this illness as he pushed his body further and began to heal more and more people till most of the bottom floor was done.

Going up to the second floor he would pant, dragging his sword along the ground as he rammed his body into locked rooms, making sure no one was inside of them. Breaking down the doors or simply breaking the window and unlocking it by pulling his arm inside, it was a necessary activity, no stone would be unturned when it came to him and the well being of others. Eventually he’d come to Dr. Sorrels room, already open as he guessed as much, walking in and trying to catch his breath he leaned up against the door frame, looking inside as he wondered what he would find. He’d see that the doctors managed to move her into her chair, however she was laying down in it, sleeping by the looks of it but she’d wake up to seeing Ricter there. Her body was completely drained, she looked very skinny, like a dog that had been neglected, and as he began to walk forward she would try to speak, “S..so you made it, t-too bad just one h..herb will not be eugh, enough.” She’d begin talking as Ricter would try to hush her and aim his weapon at her body. “Its alright, stop talking, you’ll hurt yourself if you keep it up.”

She’d quirk a brow, smirking, “You s-sound like your going to end it all for me…H-honestly I deserve it..All those months ago, when I couldn’t s-save those kids from the virus..All their f-faces, looked so bleak, parents mourning l-lives I could have tr- augh..tried harder to save..” He’d plunge the blade into her, her body not returning to normal right away but it was slow given how tired Ricter was over all. In the mean time she would talk to him, and he’d respond. “Dr. Sorrel, you didn’t know how to cure the Palizum virus before, it was a shot in the dark that you tried, you couldn’t have known that your treatment wouldn’t do anything for those kids..” Ricter would try to say, which she would move her ribbons towards his face and pet him gently, smiling but also tearing up as she began to cry. “I..know your r-right, I just couldn’t get over it…You know, I felt l-like I deserved this for a while..That it was my f-fault I couldn’t do anything..” She’d look to the side as she lamented in her own past to Ricter now.

But as he would listen the weasel shook his head and soon chimed in, “No, its not your fault, if anything you told me that you can lose people, and not have a way of saving them. That’s a lesson that I had to learn on my own, but I’m too stubborn, and so are you. You’ve done everything you can, and all you can do is hope that the next time would work out, and it h-has Sorrel..See for your…self..ugh..” Ricter was becoming faint now, his sword losing its power as he pulled it from her body and she’d snap up. “Ricter? Ricter!” She’d get up and hop to his side as he collapsed, which she was startled by her own ability to move. “You, cured it?..” She’d murmur under her breath as the weasel was fine, just pushed to the limit of his body and abilities, he’d need more than a days worth of rest, but as he looked to the door she’d see many of the doctors and even some previously injured patients watching. Wrapping her ribbons around parts of his body she would just lay on him, resting her head on his stomach as she would rest with a soft smile, not saying much but the others would get the idea and close the door, letting them sleep.

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Three days would pass as the hysteria of the virus would be put to an end, Dr. Sorrel took some of the credit for the whole ordeal, after all it was her notes that lead to him fixing everything. The culprit was captured and detained, awaiting a very long jail time or worse for what could be considered a terrorist act against a hospital of all place. The sylveon was happy to mention Ricters name here and there to the news, smugly as she always tended to have that aura about her but he didn’t seem to mind it. However it was quick to note that the weasels new skill seemed to be quite popular, instead of normal cases of injuries people came to the clinic just for him, to solve snake bites, poison ivy, and the like. Which as he just came out of a room he would show off an elderly turtle with a cane who seemed to be smiling as he made his way towards the front door. “Bye Mr. Tork, try not to eat blow-fish as much, alright?” Which the older turtle would nod and give a hearty laugh as he waved back. Smiling, Ricter would hear a familiar voice call him from behind, “Enjoying your new position I take it? Quite rewarding, but don’t get smug, eventually you’ll get something a lot more difficult to cure one day.”

Dr. Sorrel seemed to walk past him, which he’d follow her as he normally did when holding a conversation, “Eh…don’t know, the whole saving your ass from a virus thing is making me feel a bit smug. Besides your one to talk.” He’d snicker which she’d only grin as they would walk past down the hall, heading for the nursey. Down the hall they could both see two treent parents picking up and taking Mr. Goru, the little seedling, into their arms and rocking them back and forth. “I guess you have a minor bit of credit in this whole event, however I’d say I was the one that did the most work.” Dr. Sorrel would say as she watched the seedling smile and wiggle in the arms of one of the plant like people. However this comment would spark something in Ricter, “The hell? You didn’t get your arm cut off, or shot by arrows, or had to speak to some fairy guardian all while traveling through sewers and exhausting yourself to heal the entire clinic at one time!” He’d say, spilling out multiple reasons as to why he felt like he did the most as they walked over to the two parents and waved, the seedling watching and giggling as they talked with one another.

“That was all apart of my master plan, didn’t you know? I knew it was a genius decision to hire you, only someone as smart as myself would think of such a thing, I guess my advice truly saved the day, hm?” She’d say while adjusting her glasses, smiling ear to ear as with a quick stab she’d feel his blade shove strait through her head again and right out the other side. Quickly her instincts flared up and she pulled away. Rolling on the ground as she held her face with her ribbons. “Uagh! Damn it not again! I hate you so much Ricter! Next time we have another treent elder your taking care of them personally!” She’d say, cursing as the two adopting parents would cover the little seedlings ears, but the little guy was already laughing so much from the little dynamic the two had. All the while Ricter would have a coy smile on his face, laughing a bit at her reaction. Maybe staying in this omniverse place or what ever it was wouldn’t be so bad?