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ellen park,
sameth

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People say things about winning and everyone remembering and losing and nobody ever forgetting. Or the other way around. It depends on who you're talking to and what's at stake. Generally, though, most of those statements about winning and losing are made by people who have not actually been through whatever contest of sport or contest of arms or combination thereof they happen to be discussing. And generally, they still have their original teeth.

This is relevant.

Ellen's back from Philadelphia, bruised and bandaged and looking as if she'd like to spit. She'll settle for beer, though. Or whiskey. It's been that kind of day.

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Sameth's in with the knife he made for younger Jim and some other he made at the same time of differing metals when he spots Ellen, "What happened?"

She looks like she's been through a horrible battle.

"Blood Prince," says Ellen, a little indistinctly. "'n street dentistry. Painless Parker put back everything he could find."

She seems to think this makes sense.

The dentistry part does and he remembers Ellen mentioning a prince at some point, "Maybe I can help some more if you don't mind some magical healing."

Ellen considers this, then shakes her head. "People'd notice if I came back healed," she says, and winces again. "Wouldn't mind pain relief, though. Didn't want to take Med-X."

Lesser painkillers aren't really reliable in her current neck of the woods.

(OOC: Going to be slow, Shakespeare thing at the library and then errands. Poor Ellen.)

"I can do that. What hurts the worst?" Its a little harder than full on healing but he knows how to do it.

(OOC: no worries. Good luck with the Shakespeare!)

"Forward part of the jaw," mutters Ellen after some thought, "and the ribs on my left. Took a few solid hits there and then fell on 'em."

Through no fault of her skates. The Asgardian virtue on them saw to that. It's a little different when someone successfully yanks your legs out from under you with a hooked stick, though.

Sameth winces in sympathy and sits down beside her, "I'll have to touch your jaw, let me know when to stop."

"'kay," says Ellen. "Just be careful of the bruises. Helmet- ow- couldn't cover everything."

"I will," Then he starts gently tracing Charter Marks on her skin as he sings, the Marks glow gold as does the one on his forehead.

Her skin will feel warm and the pain should lessen, he makes himself stop when he sees a bruise start to change color. "How's that?"

Ellen wriggles her jaw experimentally. "Significantly better," she says, as she starts to run one hand along the sore area of her ribs. "Thank you. Ugh, that would've been an awful lot of Med-X.... I appreciate you doing that for me."

"Do you want me to do the same on your ribs?"

"If it wouldn't be too much trouble?" Ellen says. "It's... not fun, breathing, right now."

(We've mentioned Ellen's talent for understatement before, right?)

"Should I do it more than I did your jaw or will someone notice?" He doesn't want to get her into trouble but he wants to help.

"More would be all right, I think," says Ellen. "My husband knows about Milliways, and he's the only one who'd actually see anything there. Painless Parker's a dentist, not a medic, so he didn't get to treat any of the rib stuff."

Sameth nods at that, "Show me where its worst."

After a few more experimental prods Ellen reluctantly indicates a distressingly large segment of her rib cage. "Body armor doesn't work as well as you'd think to protect you from bouncing off the inside of your armor," she notes.

He winces again and starts tracing Charter Marks on her skin as he sings, this time he's doing a more powerful spell to knit her ribs together and lessen the bruising.

Ellen grits her teeth a little- ribs are painful things to have heal, even under the best of conditions- but holds still. Magic is something she doesn't understand. She just lets the people she trusts do it. It's safer that way.

After a few minutes, he stops and leans back, that's tiring, "Is that better?"

Ellen exhales, nodding. "Thank you," she says. "I can breathe now without wanting to scream. Thank you."

"Good, that's an awful feeling. Did you win the fight or do what you needed to do and do you want something to eat? I need some after those spells,"

Healing is tiring but he can do it.

"Food would be good," Ellen says. "Noodles or something. My teeth are still growing back into place, so I don't want to chew much... we had the fight. I didn't win, I didn't even come close, but I staked on the ice and fighting longer than any rookie they'd seen in years."

"Bar, some noodles. I've been in fights like that, you needed to show what you could do to earn their respect,"

That was part of Somersby, showing up even if you knew the fight would go against you.

Ellen nods. "I challenged the Blood Prince to a fight for much more area in Philly than we actually wanted to deal with," she says. "Fought him until I couldn't get up from the ice any more. Turns out you don't always have to win the fight as long as you can win the crowd. He gave us the Suicide Zone and a little area near it as a consolation prize so long as we agreed to a permanent educational mission, too. And then I had Painless put my teeth back in."

"I can sort of see that. In rugby, the game always goes better if the crowd's on your side. That was smart to ask for more than you needed."

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