08-07-2018, 07:36 PM
Passing by some residents he would soon make his way towards the tent he was told to come into, raising a flap he noticed that inside it was very large. Not the biggest but enough to house maybe ten or so Gorons with out worry. Inside he could also see beds in rows along every side of the tent, while in the middle and back sections held supplies in metal crates and barrels.
The place seemed to be almost filled, many of the people laying in beds were passed out, some missing limbs while most were sick and flustered. Walking towards the middle section he would be met with a gorgon who was about at eye level and seemed to be wearing a beaded necklace.
“Hm? Who are you? Listen, we don't treat random travelers, if you want medicine your going to have to pay a fee.”
Which made Ricter wave off the notion, smiling as he explained, “No no, I don't need medicine, I was told to come here by Darunia, he wanted me to aid in your healing of those injured.”
“Really? Did you tell him I don't need any help, because its true, I don't!” He scoffed, which only made Ricters eyes lull into a state of ‘why is everyone being this way?’ So the stout asked the Goron a question, a fairly easy one that could be responded too in a matter of seconds.
“So can you heal someones limbs?”
He wouldn’t even answer the question as a man who was currently sitting down on a bed would call out, “Hell no!” Almost drawing a laugh from the weasel but an aggravated Goron in front of him.
Making him growl, “Shut up! I’m an accomplished alchemists, however healing was dubbed my job thanks to all the accidents we’ve been having lately. Namely the one that ended up getting our main healer killed. I’m not used too making anything but explosives, however they force me here, as if my work isn’t appreciated at all!”
He seemed heated, but Ricter would try to clam him down, asking, “Well how about I help? I’m a doctor, I can get everyone patched up here, in exchange you can work on your explosive research as much as you like and maybe show me a bit of what you have too. Sound fair?” The weasel asked which the Goron would smirk to this.
“No more medical duty? Sounds great! You can call me Deltimo, its a pleasure.” He raised his hand, which Ricter took, shaking it.
“I’m Ricter, nice too meet you.”
After their hand shake would be finished Ricter would walk over to the man who spoke up, he had his arm crushed and bones broken in 6 locations, in addition he could tell they had to do an emergency cauterization on the open wounds that dotted his body. All of their medical treatments seemed primitive in nature, only a few things they did would keep up with the standards in a modern day hospital.
“So you think you can help me doc?” The Goron said as Ricter inspected him, Deltimo chiming in soon after.
“Yes, please do, I’d rather not hear him complain so much about being all banged up. He’s been here for weeks and all he dose is bitch and moan about how he can never use his arm again.”
Sparking the Goron to growl, waving his free hand in anger, “I have every right to complain with how shitty of a doctor you are!”
“I told you I’m not a doctor! I’m an alchemist, two very different things!”
With his evaluation done Ricter would try to calm the two down, “Alright alright, clam down please, sir. I’m going to have to cut you with my sword. I know it sounds unorthodox but that's how my power works, once I do however I can assure you’ll have full use of your body as if nothing happened too it.” The weasel promised.
This did make the man question if this person was on the up and up but they had managed to prove Darunia that he could do something, so he would take the risk. “Alright, I’ll trust you traveler.”
Nodding back he would soon pull out his weapon, aiming it directly at the Goron as the others in beds would watch as well, wondering if this was true. Soon he would plunge the blade strait into his stomach, making him gasp sharply but instead of pain and blood it passed into him harmlessly. Very little time would pass and soon his body began to regenerate and reform, spots where he was burned vanished, while areas that caused him mild pain seemed to fade from those sensations and into a pleasant serine feeling.
Eventually after around a dozen seconds or so he would come to move his hand and arm freely, his once damaged body was completely restored and he would jump to his feet once he pulled the sword out of him. “A-amazing! I feel like I didn’t get a boulder slammed on me at all! Thanks doc!” The man would say, grabbing the stouts paw and shaking it wildly, making him bounce in place.
“No problem! Be careful, please.”
“You bet!”
He seemed quite happy, while Deltimo was staring with his mouth gaping open, stunned by this, but also impressed. “I thought you were joking at first, but your the real deal. Guess this means I can leave everything to you. I’ll start on my own work right away, I’ll be sure to cook up something special for your help, finally I have time to do something that involves glowing stuff up! Hah!” The happy Goron said, clearly excited to go back to learning explosives and the like rather than deal with looking into the more medical side of alchemy.
Once that patient had left the others were clamoring to his side, at least the ones who could walk, all wishing to be healed next as Ricter sighed, this would be a long few days but he could live through it. Especially if it meant he didn’t need to use as much energy just to heal burns now, he needed that fire flower, and even Deltimo was looking for one too so the two seemed to be the perfect pair to looking for exactly this.
“So why are you coming along with us? Got something in mind? Or are you just wishing to join the tribe?”
Deltimo asked as Ricter was currently feeding a Goron some medicine, they seemed to have a modest supply of herbs and what pills, perfect for curing colds and other illnesses. Not as well equipped nor staffed as the clinic but it was much better than having nothing.
When his question was given the mustelid took a moment to answer as he was currently busy, but answered eventually. “I was looking for some fire flowers, by what I’ve been told it gives people the use of fire based powers and abilities. I’d like to however use it to heal a certain kind of burn from a salamander. A burn that can’t be cured by normal means, so in this case I’d like to ensure that I collect the flower for my clinic so that if we can make a salve or I can incorporate it into my sword I can make use of its properties.”
Deltimo would smirk at this, pouring a clear liquid into a vial while he was messing around with beakers and a burner, probably working on an explosive of some grade. He had to question the validity of mixing explosive concoctions in the vicinity of injured people, but he didn’t bother to ask about it. Instead just watching him carefully to make sure he didn’t fuck up while the weasel worked on healing others as well.
“Oh, so dose that mean your going to have some kid of flaming sword type of thing going on? That would be sick!”
Clearly the Goron was very creative, but he doubted he would want to do something as offensive related as that. The weasel was quite defensive, in fact he hated fighting and only did it if it was to protect someone or if he found very little avenues to approach a problem. Though hate was a strong word, dislike seemed better, as even he could enjoy a fight if whom he was battling against was a friend or someone fun to go against.
“I’ll try to keep that in mind haha, but for now I think finding a cure for that burn I mentioned is the more important half of my goal currently. After this I wont have too much for cures that are readily available.”
He wanted to be his own walking clinic, capable of healing others with out needing medicine 24/7, but he knew just how important medicine was and would think about incorporating it into his own skills. Maybe not in carrying around a bunch of medicine but more so crafting it himself, which is why he was so focused on alchemy as well. Just not the volatile kind.
Once the Goron was tended too he would move on to the next one, this one seemed to be missing a leg, it was amputated at the knee. This was a bad location to do this, who ever made the cut must have made the process very painful for the man as he was currently passed out, and looked as if he lost some blood too.
Pulling out his sword this time he would need to make a simple cut to try and reform the limb, nicking his leg gently the body part reformed after only a few seconds, becoming just as good as it was before but he still needed to repair his body. Which would take some time and energy to pull off. But he had plenty of that to spare, in the mean time Deltimo seemed happy to bring up small talk.
“So you ever fight something really big before? Your a Prime by what I can tell, but by the looks of it you don't seem like the type to go around murdering folks for no reason.” His question wasn’t too surprising for Ricter, actually it fit him given he seemed like the type to want to hear stories about heroics and danger.
“Nothing honestly that big I’d say, I fought in Dante’s Abyss though, got to do battle with a few great combatants but didn’t do that amazing. Over all it was a learning experience, but aside from that I’ve only fought people around my size, nothing massive, how about you? You seem to like explosives a great deal, ever use it on something to maybe get it out of the way?”
Asking his own question back the Goron laughed, Deltimo would soon pick up what seemed like a table spoon of gun powder and scoop it into the liquid, mixing it slowly. The fluids would begin to bumble and sizzle but it didn’t react aggressively to the mixture, the Goron was careful and probably well versed in making explosives.
“Nah, mostly boulders, Darunia doesn't trust me enough to actually use my explosives for our guards, but he doesn't know how great they would be! They wouldn’t have to get torn limb from limb any more, they could just toss a few bombs and-boom! Its done!”
Ricter laughed as he was currently keeping his blade inside of the sleeping Goron, ensuring that when he woke up he would feel as good as new, after all he had plenty of energy and time to go about healing everyone around him. “I think he is just looking out for the well being of the tribe, after all mistakes happen, and with so much fire and heat everywhere a misfire or accidental explosion would be devastating.”
“Blah, you sound like Darunia, always giving me excuses about what would happen if my bombs got lit or something. I keep them in metal crates, worse that could happen is if one rolled into lava or something.”
“Uh, you know this place is full of lava, right?” Ricter gave his rebuttal, which only made the Goron fluster in mild frustration.
“Shut up! Your supposed to be supporting me, not poking holes in my logic!”
Only drawing Ricter to laugh some more as he finished, pulling his weapon up and looking around the room, he had a few more left but didn’t wish to go about fixing them u[p right away. He needed time to rest and after a long day of walking he could use a couple hours of sleep before going to the next client in need of a patch up.
“I’m going to take a break, its been a long day and nights settling in, mind if I ask where I can probably sleep for the night?”
“Yeah, there's a bed in the back of the tent, use that, or feel free to just sleep in one of the coots, pretty sure no on else is going to come in thinking they need medical attention when you’ve cleared out half the building already.” He had a point, Ricter was very efficient and more than capable of operating a hospital by himself, sure he would be drained afterwards but it was still possible. He only wished he could improve on those skills he had right now to make healing others easier too.
Which was why he was here, learning how to fix burns was just one of many things he had in mind for the future, and plenty more to come after that. For right now though his idea’s would be placed on hold as he moved to the back of the tent and saw the bed, it was made of straw and looked as flat as a rock. All he could think about was how much back pain he would be in on sleeping in that.
So he’d be creative, beginning to think about what he could lay on his mind mixed with a bit of omnilium would make what seemed like a nice queen sized bed. With a pillow, no covers were needed as it was already hot enough here with out it, and finally some slippers for his feet so he didn’t have to smug up his new bed with soot.
“Hey Ricter.” Deltimo called out, drawing his attention, “You can make almost anything right? Well why don't you just make the flower in your brain and have it just ‘pop’ into existence? I heard you primes were really good at that, and judging from the bed you made it looks to be true.”
Flopping down into his bed he would sigh and look up at the roof of the tent, “I tried, however it doesn't work the same way, certain items can’t have their effects replicated, especially naturally occurring things. How it works, at least for me since I’m new to the whole thing, is that I have to know what it dose, then have the skill to replicate it with my own powers. If I don’t have the skills or magic available then its impossible for me to create fully. “
It was complicated, but he had begun to get used to creating things form thin air, allowing him some moderate amount of control over crafting matter. He still hated this, this power he held in this realm, but he didn’t mind it for mundane things and the like. Just he would never use it to become some king over the people he’s made and formed into this existence just from his mind.
“Sounds complicated, but still pretty cool, did you have a time you wanted to wake up on?”
Shaking his head he just asked, “Wake me up when the room starts to get cluttered, other wise I’’ll probably wake up on my own.” The stout closed his eyes, Deltimo leaving him to sleep while he worked on his potions and explosives. He hoped the Goron didn't’ blow the place up in his sleep but he had some confidence in him, plus he seemed like a nice person over all.
Time would shift as his body began to relax, his mind turning dark before finally he passed out on the bed, enjoying the sweet sensation of being asleep now. He didn't’ have any dreams, if anything he was just happy to be relaxing, and recovering his energy from working on healing all those around him.
This wouldn’t be the last time he would be sleeping in this verse, days would pass and eventually it was getting to the point that barely anyone came in to the tin to feel better or ge healed. Most just coming by for a minor check up or two, if someone had the sniffles he’d see them, minor colds? Of course he would give them something to get over it, and of course any accidents that left someone crippled he gave them his full attention.
The place seemed to be almost filled, many of the people laying in beds were passed out, some missing limbs while most were sick and flustered. Walking towards the middle section he would be met with a gorgon who was about at eye level and seemed to be wearing a beaded necklace.
“Hm? Who are you? Listen, we don't treat random travelers, if you want medicine your going to have to pay a fee.”
Which made Ricter wave off the notion, smiling as he explained, “No no, I don't need medicine, I was told to come here by Darunia, he wanted me to aid in your healing of those injured.”
“Really? Did you tell him I don't need any help, because its true, I don't!” He scoffed, which only made Ricters eyes lull into a state of ‘why is everyone being this way?’ So the stout asked the Goron a question, a fairly easy one that could be responded too in a matter of seconds.
“So can you heal someones limbs?”
He wouldn’t even answer the question as a man who was currently sitting down on a bed would call out, “Hell no!” Almost drawing a laugh from the weasel but an aggravated Goron in front of him.
Making him growl, “Shut up! I’m an accomplished alchemists, however healing was dubbed my job thanks to all the accidents we’ve been having lately. Namely the one that ended up getting our main healer killed. I’m not used too making anything but explosives, however they force me here, as if my work isn’t appreciated at all!”
He seemed heated, but Ricter would try to clam him down, asking, “Well how about I help? I’m a doctor, I can get everyone patched up here, in exchange you can work on your explosive research as much as you like and maybe show me a bit of what you have too. Sound fair?” The weasel asked which the Goron would smirk to this.
“No more medical duty? Sounds great! You can call me Deltimo, its a pleasure.” He raised his hand, which Ricter took, shaking it.
“I’m Ricter, nice too meet you.”
After their hand shake would be finished Ricter would walk over to the man who spoke up, he had his arm crushed and bones broken in 6 locations, in addition he could tell they had to do an emergency cauterization on the open wounds that dotted his body. All of their medical treatments seemed primitive in nature, only a few things they did would keep up with the standards in a modern day hospital.
“So you think you can help me doc?” The Goron said as Ricter inspected him, Deltimo chiming in soon after.
“Yes, please do, I’d rather not hear him complain so much about being all banged up. He’s been here for weeks and all he dose is bitch and moan about how he can never use his arm again.”
Sparking the Goron to growl, waving his free hand in anger, “I have every right to complain with how shitty of a doctor you are!”
“I told you I’m not a doctor! I’m an alchemist, two very different things!”
With his evaluation done Ricter would try to calm the two down, “Alright alright, clam down please, sir. I’m going to have to cut you with my sword. I know it sounds unorthodox but that's how my power works, once I do however I can assure you’ll have full use of your body as if nothing happened too it.” The weasel promised.
This did make the man question if this person was on the up and up but they had managed to prove Darunia that he could do something, so he would take the risk. “Alright, I’ll trust you traveler.”
Nodding back he would soon pull out his weapon, aiming it directly at the Goron as the others in beds would watch as well, wondering if this was true. Soon he would plunge the blade strait into his stomach, making him gasp sharply but instead of pain and blood it passed into him harmlessly. Very little time would pass and soon his body began to regenerate and reform, spots where he was burned vanished, while areas that caused him mild pain seemed to fade from those sensations and into a pleasant serine feeling.
Eventually after around a dozen seconds or so he would come to move his hand and arm freely, his once damaged body was completely restored and he would jump to his feet once he pulled the sword out of him. “A-amazing! I feel like I didn’t get a boulder slammed on me at all! Thanks doc!” The man would say, grabbing the stouts paw and shaking it wildly, making him bounce in place.
“No problem! Be careful, please.”
“You bet!”
He seemed quite happy, while Deltimo was staring with his mouth gaping open, stunned by this, but also impressed. “I thought you were joking at first, but your the real deal. Guess this means I can leave everything to you. I’ll start on my own work right away, I’ll be sure to cook up something special for your help, finally I have time to do something that involves glowing stuff up! Hah!” The happy Goron said, clearly excited to go back to learning explosives and the like rather than deal with looking into the more medical side of alchemy.
Once that patient had left the others were clamoring to his side, at least the ones who could walk, all wishing to be healed next as Ricter sighed, this would be a long few days but he could live through it. Especially if it meant he didn’t need to use as much energy just to heal burns now, he needed that fire flower, and even Deltimo was looking for one too so the two seemed to be the perfect pair to looking for exactly this.
“So why are you coming along with us? Got something in mind? Or are you just wishing to join the tribe?”
Deltimo asked as Ricter was currently feeding a Goron some medicine, they seemed to have a modest supply of herbs and what pills, perfect for curing colds and other illnesses. Not as well equipped nor staffed as the clinic but it was much better than having nothing.
When his question was given the mustelid took a moment to answer as he was currently busy, but answered eventually. “I was looking for some fire flowers, by what I’ve been told it gives people the use of fire based powers and abilities. I’d like to however use it to heal a certain kind of burn from a salamander. A burn that can’t be cured by normal means, so in this case I’d like to ensure that I collect the flower for my clinic so that if we can make a salve or I can incorporate it into my sword I can make use of its properties.”
Deltimo would smirk at this, pouring a clear liquid into a vial while he was messing around with beakers and a burner, probably working on an explosive of some grade. He had to question the validity of mixing explosive concoctions in the vicinity of injured people, but he didn’t bother to ask about it. Instead just watching him carefully to make sure he didn’t fuck up while the weasel worked on healing others as well.
“Oh, so dose that mean your going to have some kid of flaming sword type of thing going on? That would be sick!”
Clearly the Goron was very creative, but he doubted he would want to do something as offensive related as that. The weasel was quite defensive, in fact he hated fighting and only did it if it was to protect someone or if he found very little avenues to approach a problem. Though hate was a strong word, dislike seemed better, as even he could enjoy a fight if whom he was battling against was a friend or someone fun to go against.
“I’ll try to keep that in mind haha, but for now I think finding a cure for that burn I mentioned is the more important half of my goal currently. After this I wont have too much for cures that are readily available.”
He wanted to be his own walking clinic, capable of healing others with out needing medicine 24/7, but he knew just how important medicine was and would think about incorporating it into his own skills. Maybe not in carrying around a bunch of medicine but more so crafting it himself, which is why he was so focused on alchemy as well. Just not the volatile kind.
Once the Goron was tended too he would move on to the next one, this one seemed to be missing a leg, it was amputated at the knee. This was a bad location to do this, who ever made the cut must have made the process very painful for the man as he was currently passed out, and looked as if he lost some blood too.
Pulling out his sword this time he would need to make a simple cut to try and reform the limb, nicking his leg gently the body part reformed after only a few seconds, becoming just as good as it was before but he still needed to repair his body. Which would take some time and energy to pull off. But he had plenty of that to spare, in the mean time Deltimo seemed happy to bring up small talk.
“So you ever fight something really big before? Your a Prime by what I can tell, but by the looks of it you don't seem like the type to go around murdering folks for no reason.” His question wasn’t too surprising for Ricter, actually it fit him given he seemed like the type to want to hear stories about heroics and danger.
“Nothing honestly that big I’d say, I fought in Dante’s Abyss though, got to do battle with a few great combatants but didn’t do that amazing. Over all it was a learning experience, but aside from that I’ve only fought people around my size, nothing massive, how about you? You seem to like explosives a great deal, ever use it on something to maybe get it out of the way?”
Asking his own question back the Goron laughed, Deltimo would soon pick up what seemed like a table spoon of gun powder and scoop it into the liquid, mixing it slowly. The fluids would begin to bumble and sizzle but it didn’t react aggressively to the mixture, the Goron was careful and probably well versed in making explosives.
“Nah, mostly boulders, Darunia doesn't trust me enough to actually use my explosives for our guards, but he doesn't know how great they would be! They wouldn’t have to get torn limb from limb any more, they could just toss a few bombs and-boom! Its done!”
Ricter laughed as he was currently keeping his blade inside of the sleeping Goron, ensuring that when he woke up he would feel as good as new, after all he had plenty of energy and time to go about healing everyone around him. “I think he is just looking out for the well being of the tribe, after all mistakes happen, and with so much fire and heat everywhere a misfire or accidental explosion would be devastating.”
“Blah, you sound like Darunia, always giving me excuses about what would happen if my bombs got lit or something. I keep them in metal crates, worse that could happen is if one rolled into lava or something.”
“Uh, you know this place is full of lava, right?” Ricter gave his rebuttal, which only made the Goron fluster in mild frustration.
“Shut up! Your supposed to be supporting me, not poking holes in my logic!”
Only drawing Ricter to laugh some more as he finished, pulling his weapon up and looking around the room, he had a few more left but didn’t wish to go about fixing them u[p right away. He needed time to rest and after a long day of walking he could use a couple hours of sleep before going to the next client in need of a patch up.
“I’m going to take a break, its been a long day and nights settling in, mind if I ask where I can probably sleep for the night?”
“Yeah, there's a bed in the back of the tent, use that, or feel free to just sleep in one of the coots, pretty sure no on else is going to come in thinking they need medical attention when you’ve cleared out half the building already.” He had a point, Ricter was very efficient and more than capable of operating a hospital by himself, sure he would be drained afterwards but it was still possible. He only wished he could improve on those skills he had right now to make healing others easier too.
Which was why he was here, learning how to fix burns was just one of many things he had in mind for the future, and plenty more to come after that. For right now though his idea’s would be placed on hold as he moved to the back of the tent and saw the bed, it was made of straw and looked as flat as a rock. All he could think about was how much back pain he would be in on sleeping in that.
So he’d be creative, beginning to think about what he could lay on his mind mixed with a bit of omnilium would make what seemed like a nice queen sized bed. With a pillow, no covers were needed as it was already hot enough here with out it, and finally some slippers for his feet so he didn’t have to smug up his new bed with soot.
“Hey Ricter.” Deltimo called out, drawing his attention, “You can make almost anything right? Well why don't you just make the flower in your brain and have it just ‘pop’ into existence? I heard you primes were really good at that, and judging from the bed you made it looks to be true.”
Flopping down into his bed he would sigh and look up at the roof of the tent, “I tried, however it doesn't work the same way, certain items can’t have their effects replicated, especially naturally occurring things. How it works, at least for me since I’m new to the whole thing, is that I have to know what it dose, then have the skill to replicate it with my own powers. If I don’t have the skills or magic available then its impossible for me to create fully. “
It was complicated, but he had begun to get used to creating things form thin air, allowing him some moderate amount of control over crafting matter. He still hated this, this power he held in this realm, but he didn’t mind it for mundane things and the like. Just he would never use it to become some king over the people he’s made and formed into this existence just from his mind.
“Sounds complicated, but still pretty cool, did you have a time you wanted to wake up on?”
Shaking his head he just asked, “Wake me up when the room starts to get cluttered, other wise I’’ll probably wake up on my own.” The stout closed his eyes, Deltimo leaving him to sleep while he worked on his potions and explosives. He hoped the Goron didn't’ blow the place up in his sleep but he had some confidence in him, plus he seemed like a nice person over all.
Time would shift as his body began to relax, his mind turning dark before finally he passed out on the bed, enjoying the sweet sensation of being asleep now. He didn't’ have any dreams, if anything he was just happy to be relaxing, and recovering his energy from working on healing all those around him.
This wouldn’t be the last time he would be sleeping in this verse, days would pass and eventually it was getting to the point that barely anyone came in to the tin to feel better or ge healed. Most just coming by for a minor check up or two, if someone had the sniffles he’d see them, minor colds? Of course he would give them something to get over it, and of course any accidents that left someone crippled he gave them his full attention.