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Post by Cayran on May 4, 2017 15:26:40 GMT -5
She needed to restock. Her supplies were running low, which is why the butter calico sat hunched over a table covered with various tools and objects. To the right of her, a number of freshly picked herbs lay in a neat pile. Towards the back of the table sat three different pots, all boiling with different aromas coming from each one, and to the left of her sat multiple empty viles – all clean and ready to be filled.
She worked quickly, hands darting out ever so often to grab a herd or bottle, or she’d stand up and lean over a pot, both sniffing and poking a finger at the surface and bringing the finger to her lips to test the brewing liquid. After she had filled up a few viles and labeled them, she sat back momentarily with a deep sigh. Jelly knew she shouldn’t procrastinate, but she always found she worked better when under pressure, even when her nerves could hardly stand it.
She quickly glanced around, checking to make sure she was alone before she pulled out a single, thin vile from her pouch, emptying some of the contents on the table. The contents were green and smelled similar to mint, though it was a basic muscle relaxer she gave to patients with pulled muscles or broken bones. While she had neither, Jelly bent forward and sniffed the contents up and sighed deeply, knowing it would began working its magic on her shortly.
A noise to her left caught her attention, though without looking, Jelly began working again, twisting a single ear in the direction of the noise. ”Can I help you?”
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Post by X2 on Oct 4, 2017 23:08:54 GMT -5
((Mind if I plop Rytt and the unconscious Ragnvald here? I do plan on having Ragnvald wake up in a few posts, or after he's been treated. *shrugs* whenever's better. And I know you're situation, so take your time.))
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Post by Cayran on Oct 5, 2017 8:11:26 GMT -5
((Of course! Bring them in!))
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Post by X2 on Oct 5, 2017 12:01:11 GMT -5
((Hope you don't mind short replies for a while. It's all I have the energy for.))
Rytt consistently looked down at the unconscious tom, to make sure he was still breathing, as he made his way to the infirmary.
He heard some noise coming from within, so was thankful that someone was there. He announced his arrival and then stepped through the den's doorway. He cracked a small smile. "I'm beyond help, you know that already Jelly."
He did lay the dusky grey tom, with the tabby printed points down on the nearest bed. "Though if you could look at one of our new members and see if there's anything you can do for him, I'm sure Jenn would greatly appreciate it. She currently has her paws full with about half a dozen other cats that just strolled through our gates."
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Post by Cayran on Oct 9, 2017 15:36:02 GMT -5
Turning around on her stool, Jelly regarded Rytt calmly as he laid the injured tom down on one of her beds. Standing up, she walked over, her eyes accessing the damage inflicted on Ragnvald critically. "I hate to hear Jenny has her hands full - she is the healer after all. There is little I am qualified to do other than ease his pain through medication and keep him relatively comfortable." The butter calico glanced up at Rytt apologetically, though her tone was straight forward. "Ultimately, she'll have to be the one to set any broken bones and heal any internal injuries, nevertheless, I'll see what I can do in the mean time."
Leaning over the unconscious tom, Jelly poked and prodded him, ears flicking back and forth as she went through her exam. Voicing only a "hmmm," she walked back to her desk area, grabbing a few viles and quickly shaking a few of them up as to re-mix the ingredients.
"From what I can tell, he has a few cracked or broken bones, some obvious cuts and scrapes, and possibly a broken rib or two. It is hard to tell without being able to get a response from him. I'm going to give him a strong pain killer and some anti-inflammatories to reduce some of the swelling. He'll need to take both of these every 6 hours for a few days - maybe more depending on how bad the breaks are."
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Post by X2 on Oct 12, 2017 0:13:05 GMT -5
Rytt watched Jellylorum closely as she came closer to inspect the unconscious tom. He got up into her personal space, hovering in spite of himself. Her response and her diagnosis were pretty succinct, which Rytt appreciated. However he didn't know what Jelly expected him to do about anything. He took the offered medicine, out of habit then a genuine need to help the strange tom. "And what exactly do you expect me to do about this? I don't know him from Adam, and Lil'Jenn is the healer. She told me just to drop him off at the infirmary." He looked Ragnvald over, gazed around to make sure he was in the infirmary before his eyes landed back on Jelly. "Check."
He didn't know the first thing about first aid or medicine and there was no way he knew how to administer drugs to an unconscious tom.
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Post by Cayran on Oct 16, 2017 15:16:42 GMT -5
Jelly wanted to say something about his hovering, but because she knew personally that he wasn't a tom to be worried about, she kept her mouth shut. Her irritation was only briefly reflected in the flattening of her ears. Nevertheless, Jelly opened the unconscious tom's mouth and poured both small vials down his throat, forcing him to swallow.
"Well, hopefully Jenn will find some free time soon to come by so that I can relay all this to her. As said, she is the healer after all, I'm just your friendly junkyard pharmacist." The butter calico said, shrugging her shoulders. She placed the two empty vials in the sink to her right and sat back down on her stool. "Did he see or meet you prior to passing out, or did you find him this way?" While she could tell that Rytt didn't want to be burdened with being this tom's caretaker, sometimes a familiar face was handled better than a new one - especially when it came to potential new members in general.
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Post by X2 on Oct 31, 2017 0:15:49 GMT -5
Rytt watched raptly, despite his insistence that he didn't want to take care of the tom and didn't want to be responsible for the toms recovery. But there he was, watching how she administered the pain killers and how she got the tom to swallow the liquid down. He backed off slightly and moved to the other side of the tom. "I realize that. But you are the only other one that can help Lil Jenn. And with as many wounded that have arrived, she'll definitely need all the help she can get. I don't think she's expecting miracles, and I believe this dude is the worst one off, in case you might be feeling overwhelmed."
The caramel tom stretched out as he shook his head. "I don't know him at all. Munkustrap carried him in, in this state. I assume he'll either be extremely grateful for the timely rescue, assuming he was awake for that." Rytt flicked some fuzz off of his fur as he shrugged his shoulders. "But if I was a betting tom." He grinned. "I'd bet he'll be massively confused when he wakes up." The corner of his eyebrow quirked upwards when he heard a slight moan and ruffling coming from the unconscious tom on the bed. Speaking of which. "Seems that liquid did the trick. Sleeping beauty is waking. It's the bitter taste, ain't it?"
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Post by Cayran on Jan 10, 2018 16:28:24 GMT -5
Nodding again, Jelly put her hands in her lap with a deep sigh. "I don't think he is knocking on death's door, but he's obviously in pain. Those meds should keep him relatively comfortable. How many did they bring in injured?" If Jenn had her hands full, than it was probably more than she originally assumed. She than wondered if they'd all be staying in the yard' permanently. Heavyside, she hoped not - place was getting crowded as is. At least, she thought so.
Snapping to, Jelly's eyes went to the hurt tom and she hopped off of her stool. She snapped her fingers above the tom's face, hoping to arouse him further. "Can you hear me? Hello?" She didn't know how alert he'd actually be, especially if those pain killers were already taking effect, but hopefully he'd at least be able to tell her where he hurt and his name. At least she could work with that sort of information.
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Post by X2 on Feb 5, 2018 1:39:16 GMT -5
Rytt moved closer to the tom laying down, to see if he could help and to see if he was actually awakening. He did glance over at Jelly when she spoke. He gave a shrug. "There looked to be a few. Mostly cuts and bruises. None of them seemed to bad off. I believe this tom here was the worst of the group. Which is the good news." He gave a weak smile.
"Bad news, all of them are waiting for us to poison them or stab them, or something sinister. They don't trust any one of us, not even the two blokes that saved them. Can't imagine he'll react much better." Rytt mused, but he hoped and prayed he was wrong. But with the ordeal they all must have gone through, he couldn't exactly blame any of them for their distrust.
Slowly, and with a sour taste tingling in his mouth, Ragnvald began to awaken. The pain was the first thing he felt, his mind was fuzzy and he heard voices. They were not familiar voices, and at once he snapped his eyes open. The events of the last few days had come flooding back like a freight train, and the unfamiliar place and cats around him scared him. Rage wasn't accustomed to displaying his emotions and he decided to bolt for the closest door. A paw on his arm, from the tall older tom, startled him and he spun around. His claws were out and he hissed in Rytt's direction. It was enough for the caramel tom to drop his hold on him. Rage felt trapped and when he realized Rytt was by the exit, he slammed his back against the farthest wall and made himself a smaller target. He kept a furious eye on both the tom and queen, and he did open his mouth to speak. However, he was too flustered to do much of anything but stutter and sound like a moron. So he shut his mouth, self hugged himself (both because of his insecurities and because the pain was starting to make itself known again) and watched with wide eyes for an attack coming his way.
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Post by Cayran on Feb 7, 2018 16:26:28 GMT -5
Jelly looked back and forth between Rytt and the unconscious tom, not happy with the news of the strangers' skepticism. "Great...I'm sure we'll have our hands full when he wakes up." As if on cue, the injured tom did wake up, and reacted just as she expected. Jelly's ears flattened and she quickly stepped back as the tom hissed at Rytt. Due to Jelly's history, the gold tabby was very cautious when it came to new toms, and this situation proved no different. However, this tom was hurt and frightened, and despite her hesitation, Jelly knew that she needed to try to help him.
Gulping, she stepped towards Ragnvald, her palms out to show she meant to harm. She slowly squatted in front of him to be at his eye level, but kept a distance between them should the tom react poorly towards her approach. "Easy. We mean no harm. We're just trying to help..." she said softly. Heavyside, when the day was over, she'd definitely need something strong. "Can you tell us you're name?"
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Post by X2 on Feb 20, 2018 0:19:44 GMT -5
Rytt looked back and forth between the cowering, thin tom, and Jellylorum, and back again. He still had his paws raised up in defense and he had started to move towards the tom. However, a sharp look from his wide, scared and borderline feral eyes caused Rytt to rethink his original plan. He moved back and away, and slowly moved away from the exit. He had thought about leaving, but he knew if the tom turned violent, he'd be the asshole who left Jelly alone with him. Not that he was a fighter or even all that strong, but he hoped his presence would be enough of a deterrent. He also wanted to leave the way out clear, so the tom wouldn't feel trapped. If he had woken up after some sort of traumatic experience surrounded by unfamiliar cats in an unfamiliar setting, he knew how much relief he'd feel if he knew he had an escape route. "Like the lady said, we're not going to hurt you."
Rage's eyes were wild and his confused mind couldn't focus on any one thing. Once the taller tom backed off though, he felt less threatened. It took his brain a few more seconds to really recall the last things he remembered before waking up in this strange place. The most he remembered was his friend being taken away. He was sure he tried to intervene and save her, but really pain was the last thing he felt and it was sadly the first thing he woke up to. His ears picked up one word that was clearly understood. Name. Specifically his.
He didn't sense hostility from the queen, but he couldn't bring himself to trust either one of them. He did open his mouth to communicate, even if it was just basic, but his stuttering was bad, and he could only make a "Ra" sound, over and over before he growled at himself and gave up on his name. After a few seconds of calming his erratic breathing down, Rage looked to Jelly. "Ww...wwwww...Wh-Whe...Where?"
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Post by Cayran on Mar 12, 2018 13:35:51 GMT -5
The butter tabby tilted her head curiously. Was he asking where he was? With her hands still raised, she maintained eye contact with the injured tom, though thankful that Rytt hadn't left her. "You're in my workshop. I'm Jelly. I'm..." she paused, not quite sure what to call herself. What was she exactly? She was a lot like a human pharmacist, but she doubted the tom knew what that was. "I'm one of the healers here." She really wouldn't refer to herself as a healer typically, but it might be a term he understood.
"You're in jellicle territory. You're safe, so is everyone else apparently. Right?" She glanced over at Rytt, hoping he'd confirm. He knew more than she did about the rescued cats. If Munkustrap went in to save all these poor souls, she would be entirely surprised if he left any behind.
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Post by X2 on Mar 22, 2018 23:48:38 GMT -5
Rytt watched the scene carefully. He wasn't sure if the stuttering was something the tom had naturally or if it was the result of his injuries. He wasn't a doctor, but he did feel some concern over the tom's condition. The fear that he felt and saw on display from the thin tom was also worrisome. In any case, it wasn't helping his position or theirs. He wanted to help, but other then keeping an eye out for any hostilities the tom might enact towards Jelly, he didn't think he'd be able to contribute much. Other then parroting what Jelly had already said. Then again, reinforcing and reassuring the tom couldn't make things any worse. "Yes." Rytt agreed with Jelly's statements. "We're jellicles. This is...friendly territory. I promise. We're not here to harm you." At Jelly's statement and a quick look aimed at him he nodded his head. "About six to ten cats made it here, including yourself. You and they are safe."
His large eyes shifted warily to the taller tom, feeling like he was the bigger threat. If only he wasn't there, and wasn't so close. He heard the words, but some of them just didn't compute in his head, and the others, it took him longer to process what they were and what they meant the was normal. Hopefully his silence and hesitance was passed off as being scared and not stupid. Jelly....Jellicle territory. It made him wonder if the land was named after her...if he was in her turf. But he was unable to ask, for he was sadly at one word responses at the moment. Until he could calm down some. He did do another frantic look around, trying to find something, anything familiar, but that was not the case. His mind did pick out and fixate on the word safe. That was good. He was able to gather that the others were safe. He didn't quite believe that he was safe yet, but he had always been on his own, trust was not something he did. Not lightly anyway. He wrinkled his nose as he tried to form a sentence in his head. But it was a losing battle. Instead he looked to Jelly,"Jjjjj...Jel-Jelly?" Then his eyes glanced at Rytt and narrowed in suspicion. The taller, more imposing tom was nameless and he distrusted that.
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Post by Cayran on Jul 3, 2018 13:55:39 GMT -5
Smiling at the injured tom, Jellylorum nodded her head. "Yes, my name is Jelly. Can you tell me your name?" The butter calico tilted her head, her long mane falling over her shoulders. Despite her overall hesitance towards toms (especially strangers), she felt particularly bad for this fellow. Any threat he posed towards her was specifically fear based. He didn't seem like the tom that would hurt her unless provoked. That she understood. Anyone who was hurt and afraid could lash out in fear - it was different than posing a threat purposefully.
Jelly motioned to Rhytt, noticing how the tom kept glancing back at him hesitantly. " This is Rhytt. He brought you to me. He's good - he's a friend." She said, speaking calmly and slowly just incase he didn't understand.
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