05-29-2018, 11:13 PM
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?
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?