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[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

There's gunfire and explosions galore when the door opens, and squelchy rains of red things flying past. Small wonder that the Medic lets out an expletive of relief when he realizes where he's found himself all of a sudden. "Frau Bar," he says, doing his best to unshoulder his backpack and medigun, "I vonder if I might have some antiseptic und a few bandages? I intend to be quick, I assure you."

The objects materialize.

"Danke. Please, charge it to my BLU expense account. I vill explain it to ze accounting department later." And with that he heads for one of the tables to start bandaging himself up.



[tinytag: BLU Medic, Xaldin, John Vattic, Cata]

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[jv-034.livejournal.com]

John's back reading at a table by the Window again, and when he sees the Medic sit down with the bandages, he gets mighty curious.

"You ok, there, sir? I can heal that up much quicker than some bandages and antiseptic can... even if you are a doctor."

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Hm?" The Medic looks up. "I didn't know zey had healers here. Are you on ze staff, or an independent operator?"

He's surely not dressed like a RED operative, which is the Medic's idea of a good th ing.

[jv-034.livejournal.com]

"Independent, I suppose; I wasn't aware that they had a medical staff here. It's sort of an... ingrained skill, if you will."

Nope, John picked neutral colors; harder for people to see you that way.

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"I found ze infirmary on a prior visit. None of ze staff, chust ze rooms," says the Medic. "By all means, please. Zis I should like to see."

He's got the syringe gun and the bonesaw under his coat if things go wrong, anyway.

[jv-034.livejournal.com]

John holds up his right hand, and blue rings arc around both their bodies, starting at the floor and dancing up around their shoulders. When the healing's done, the rings fade down from first the medic, and then John himself.

He's panting a little afterwards, but otherwise no worse for wear.

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

Up go both the eyebrows. "My goodness. I vosn't avare anyvun could do zat vithout ze use of some very advanced proprietary technology," he says mildly. "Danke, mein Herr. It appears I am in your debt."

[jv-034.livejournal.com]

"Not a problem, really. Try to put my powers to good use."

He shrugs. "I've given up on trying to figure out the exact mechanics of how it works, which really irks me, because I'm a research scientist by nature. But I guess sometimes, you just have to go by faith."

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Possibly, possibly," says the Medic. He jerks a thumb towards the backpack. "Alzough I vouldn't be surprised if it vorked according to similar principles as mein own tools, channeling energies into ze body und coaxing votever is left unharmed to heal itself. Ze visual effect is very similar to ze action of ze medigun- und of course ze actual effect is in ze end ze same."

[jv-034.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm... never though of it that way. Seems to be, because it won't ever work on someone when they aren't harmed, and fade when they're fully healed."

He pauses.

"It feel alright now?"

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

Xaldin tosses a slightly glowing green bottle on the Medic's table. "Potion." he says mildly, "Completely safe for humans."

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

The bottle gets an extremely thoughtful look. "A bit like ze pill bottles, zen," he murmurs. "I don't suppose you know vot's in it?"

He's always looking to expand his education.

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

There is a moment of thoughtful silence, then Xaldin shrugs, "Potion. Moogles make them, and I try very hard not to annoy Moogles with too many questions. They're too useful."

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough," says the Medic, although he does point the medigun's nozzle in his own direction before opening the bottle. If he has some sort of bad reaction he'll be able to lean over and pull the handle before it gets too far.

Needless to say, there is no bad reaction.

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

"Potions, of all strengths, and ethers work on everyone." Xaldin says, in the tone of someone offering a lesson, "Potion, Hi-Potion, Mega-Potion, and Ether, Mega-Ether, and Elixir and Megalixir. Potion and Ether restore a small amount of health or magic, Hi-Potion a larger amount of health. The Megas affect all members of a party within a small area. Elixir restores all function - both health and magic, for one person. Megalixir restores all function to the party.>"

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"... I haf got to get some of zem back to headquarters for analysis."

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

Xaldin silently drops one of each, saving the Megalixir, on the table. They're all fairly obvious - each container gets more elaborate than the next step down.

"As a warning, Atlantean looks like Elixir. Don't drink the Atlantean - I'm not entirely certain that wouldn't kill a human."

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"I'll remember zat," the medic promises. "Vissout anozzer colleague of mine on hand I shouldn't like to take zat chance. Danke, Xaldin. How do you fare ozzervise?"

[dark_dancer]

"That looks rather messy."
Whether she means the battle (it's... rather louder of one than what she's seen before, but still clearly a battle) or the man's injuries is anyone's guess. Cata is, however, watching his work with the bandages with a certain amount of interest.
The Medic's color-conscious mind may note she's wearing rather a lot of black.

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

The Medic glances up from swabbing out a long grazing line along his left forearm. "All in a day's vork, Frau," he says, almost cheerfully. "Und you should see ze ozzer guy."

[dark_dancer]

"Ah. A professional hazard, then?" She's not unfamiliar with the concept, though the professional hazards she's encountered before aren't quite the same kind of bloody. (Less projectiles, for one thing.)
His accent's a bit difficult to follow, at first, but it's... interesting.

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Indeed! Vhen you vork for a company zat builds in places no vun else is villing to go, you haf to expect a little disaster now und again," says the Medic. "You get used to it after a vhile. I vonder, could you pass me zat roll of bandage just over zere?" It's about to roll off the table.

[dark_dancer]

"Any profession would have its dangers, I'd imagine." She's... not entirely certain how the firefight works into construction, truth be told, but no doubt there's an explanation.
As for the bandage, Cata's not quite as fast as she once was, but she still manages to catch the roll before it hits the floor. "There you are."

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Danke." The Medic accepts it and begins wrapping it about the freshly cleaned graze. "Ve're a bit short-handed chust at ze moment, or I vould've found a colleague to do zis for me... ah, zat's better. I can take zat back vithout shame vhen I return home."

"But vhere are my manners?" He stands, as smoothly as he can under the circumstances, and bows slightly. "Chief Medic und field physician of Builders League United, at your service."

[dark_dancer]

"A pleasure to meet you. Call me Cata."
She opts to return the bow rather than anything else, since he's gone to the trouble.

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Sehr gut, Frau Cata. 'Medic' vill do for a name for me; ze terms of my employer's contract forbid me usink my own name vith anyvun outside ze company's employ, I'm afraid."