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'Tis but a flesh wound [Izuru and Nanashi]
Topic Started: Jul 19 2015, 01:46 PM (363 Views)
Izuru Kamukura
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Oh my god. One would almost imagine, with a forest burning down and then the entire thing falling over like dominoes, one top of very humanoid screams coming from the flames, someone might have considered calling 911 or the equivalent. Why the hell did I have to walk all the way over here?! Izuru internally raged at the sheer stupidity of the humans around him. The last little battle Izuru had ended up with its toll on Izuru, as one would expect, waking into account the fact that he had likely popped a rib off of his rib cage, which stung like hell, and the fact that he had a hole in his stomach, which also stung like hell, albeit the fact that Izuru ended up using his black overshirt to act as a sort of bandage. To top it all off, Izuru had a jagged little hole in his leg, that made walking quite the experience. He didn't even bother covering that wound up with anything, and fresh blood steeped from it. Izuru ended up with quite a bit of time to adjust to the pain, but that didn't mean he could no longer feel it. He just didn't feel like screaming his lungs out anymore.

Izuru finally trudged into town, using his katana inside of its sheathe as a bit of a cane to take some of the pressure off of Izuru's wounded leg. The sheathe wasn't quite the best cane one could ever have, but it was far from nothing. Izuru probably would've had to stop several times due to pain alone, or would've been a lot more concerned about bleeding out. The whole in his stomach was also quite concerning, but, based on the position, Izuru deduced that it somehow missed his organs, and that was always nice and convenient. Having your organs intact was never a bad thing. Izuru also had a bit of a nosebleed, due to being kicked there a bit earlier, but Izuru didn't think it was broken, and it was far less serious than anything else Izuru had received. It could wait.

Murmurs could be heard from all around Izuru, most of them being kind of concerned about him, but too wary of him to actually do anything about it. In other words, they were wussing out on their chance to be a big hero. Some of them even recognized Izuru from Hope's Peak, and generally didn't want anything to do with him and promptly sped away. Izuru wasn't too surprised about any who might've done that. The murder of an entire student council would probably pick up people's attention, after all. And, last, but not least, the skeptics, who assumed Izuru was faking it for the sake of publicity. These kind of people, Izuru didn't get. I mean, come on! I could be close to death as a result of losing tons of blood, and you'd just assume that 'Oh, it's a fake?!' What the hell is wrong with you people?

At last, Izuru finally needed to sit down on a bench in the middle of town. His injured leg just needed to relax for a while, and this city was huge. Izuru had no idea where to find a map of the place or something similar, and couldn't even ask what the general direction of the hospital was. What a dilemma. He reclined in the seat, and quietly asked out loud: "So, is everyone just too much of an ass to lend me a hand with this, or...?", more to himself than anyone else.
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Edited by Izuru Kamukura, Jul 19 2015, 02:09 PM.
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"Well then, that's what it's like to see someone wandering in completely bloody." Nanashi had wandered back into the city in hopes of exchanging some skinned pelts for cash and in exchange, he would buy some supplies to aid him on his travels. Whilst walking along the sidewalk, the ronin had caught sight of a long haired, young person whom seemed to be bleeding quite heavily from the lower torso area. He was surprised that the kid wasn't screaming at the top of their lungs, not a lot of people could take a wound through the upper torso and just continue to walk it off. What was more, the kid had a sword, it was sheathed but like Nanashi's, it was a katana that he was now using as a makeshift cane, keeping himself up by supporting his weight on it. Now, Nanashi had contemplated letting the kid die, he could do with a new katana to use in his off-hand but he was more or less trying to change his ways.

"Hm...should I help him? Eh, why the hell not?" Nanashi walked over, the ronin was clothed in simple tattered robes, the left shoulder comprised of straw whilst the rest was a traditional cotton. He wore martial arts pants that he tied at the mid of his shins, this was so that he could move without worry of his leggings getting caught on something. Nanashi rested his left hand upon the pommel of his blade as he sauntered over to the crippled kid, he had really long black hair, red eyes and seemed pretty scrawny, he didn't look like a swordsman, maybe it was just a decoration or fake. "You know if you don't close that wound, you're going to die." Nanashi tilted his straw hat up so that his light eyes were fixed on the kid as he stood beside the seated boy. "Judging by the rate of blood loss however, you have a good 20 - 30 minutes before you faint. I have bandages but they'll just slow down the blood loss for another 5 minutes before they're completely soaked."

Nanashi reached into the small pouch strapped to the right side of his hip, removing a roll of bandages. They were white in color and meant to keep wounds tightened/tensed up as opposed to actually soaking up the blood, still, it was better than nothing. The ronin placed the bandages down and looked at the kid. "Show me the wound." The way he said it, Nanashi wasn't here to waste time, he was offering help which was very rare, so he was all business.

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Izuru Kamukura
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Holy hell. Is this... Is this guy actually going to give me his time of day? I'll be damned. I thought this town was some convention for assholes. Izuru mused, as they guy actually came up and talked to him. Izuru didn't even really care that the guy had animal pelts strewn all over him, and looked a bit like a low-income guy trying to salvage profits. That said, Izuru did take note of the sword he had, and probably knew how to use. Izuru would have to... 'ask' for a lesson or something along those lines, later.

And the first thing mentioned was... Oh, come on. For how, as much as Izuru disliked admitting it, thankful Izuru was for a little bit of help, that's the first thing he had to mention? How utterly obvious. Yes, I'm well aware I'm bleeding out, I don't need you to reinforce that, thank you. Izuru internally mused, not saying it out loud for the fact that it might turn this guy away. As much as Izuru hated it, he needed help.

Izuru raised an eyebrow at the mention of bandages. Yep, those'll be mighty effective against holes and broken ribs. They might not help with the entire 'broken bones' gig, but it would be better than just letting blood go all over the place. As such, Izuru'd just have to take what he could get from him. When asked to be shown the wound, Izuru tensely held up his leg, blood basically seeping from both sides, and undid the little setup he had done with his black overshirt over his stomach wound, revealing blood coming out of his stomach as well. Blood came running out of his stomach a bit quicker than it had earlier, without the shirt blocking it up, and it, in all honest, stung like a bitch.

To that end, Izuru resisted a bark at the guy in front of him, and asked him, politely as possible: "Could you please hurry up? This stings like a bitch, and every moment I'm sitting here, I'm not getting closer to the nearest hospital - Wherever the hell that is." In his usual, obviously uncaring monotone. It... Was a start. His tone of voice would clearly betray that it was a forced formality. Hopefully, it wouldn't hinder too much...

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"Well then, it's not as bad as I thought. You were whining over this?" Nanashi said as he looked down at the kid, most people would probably think he was joking but his permanent scowl did not change a bit. He had suffered similar wounds but what he forgot was that not everyone had the same type of upbringing as he did, Nanashi was from a time that had long since passed in this present timeline. He was taught to literally kill on a whim and through those orders, he became quite well versed in receiving and dealing with pain, instead using it to focus himself and bring out a more aggressive side. This kid was whining about how it stung but still, he was tougher than the other boys his age, at least he had some sort of semblance of toughness. "A hospital?" The ronin was not accustomed to hearing the phrase, he was still relatively new to the strange phrases and new words so he wasn't all that knowledgeable about the city.

At closer inspection, Nanashi would notice the swelling on the side of his ribs as well as the reconfigured appearance of them, some of them were broken but they would heal so long as he protected them. "You're lucky that they're not fractured. They will heal on their own but you're going to be in a ton of pain until then. They're in fact broken but you are not in danger of having anything punctured. You have cracks along the bone but so long as you don't get beaten, fall down a flight of stairs or play football, you'll heal in a few months." Now came the problem with the deep laceration that the boy had, Nanashi figured he could stitch him up but getting him to a real doctor would probably make him more comfortable. If it came down to it, Nanashi could just cauterize the wound like he had done to himself several times before, at least he wouldn't bleed to death but the kid probably didn't have it in him to have his flesh seared shut. The sound of cars flying by caught his attention, Nanashi turned and without a second thought, walked out into the middle of the road, unsheathing his blade as he held it out forward, staring down a quickly approaching mechanical monstrosity.

A massive truck blared its horn as Nanashi widened his stance, holding his blade horizontally along side the right side of his face, implying that he was right handed. As the lights of the truck grew closer, Nanashi slashed his blade behind himself then followed through with his momentum like an uppercut, the tip of his blade catching the bumper of the truck and causing it to fly upwards. The entire truck reared up on it's back wheels, almost standing at 90 degrees before it came down, crashing back onto all fours as he side stepped the impact. The swordsman sheathed his blade and wandered over to the drivers side window, opening the door and looking at him. "You will drive us to the nearest "hospital" got it?" The man looked at Nanashi with widened eyes, stammering as he couldn't put his thoughts in an organized manner, he had just been sent up in the air and crashed back down and now he was demanded to drive two weirdos. Nanashi looked to Izuru and motioned for him to get in the back of the truck as he himself sat in the front, keeping his blade on the dashboard. "Hurry up. This kind gentleman has offered to give us a ride to the hospital."

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Not as bad as he thought, hm? How patronizing of him. Izuru had almost thought he was kidding or just trying to come off as better than him, but his expression didn't offer any change that could indicate that he was kidding. Izuru, therefore, reasoned that this guy had been inflicted worse injuries, although Izuru wasn't sure from what. Questions for later, he supposed. That said, Izuru did figure that the sword the man had at his side may or may not have had something to do with it. Then, suddenly, a question Izuru hadn't expected to hear from most anyone was uttered by the man in front of him. "You know... A hospital? You go over there, and they basically patch you up, so you don't have to... I dunno, cauterize it or something?" Izuru attempted to explain, before the man gave Izuru's wounds a closer inspection.

Nope. Not fractured. Just... Snapped clean off. Izuru internally mused, rather unwilling to speak his mind freely for the sake of the fact that this guy was assisting in the whole 'not bleeding out all over the place' gig by bandaging Izuru up. That said, as the guy listed off the several things Izuru shouldn't do for a few months while his ribs were recovering, Izuru already felt a twinge of impatience. "Yeah, no. I've better things to do with my time than sit around and play it safe like a goddamn invalid. That sounds so... Boring." As such, Izuru would need the optimal route of recovery, also known as a hospital. To that end, Izuru was about to get up and continue his search, maybe with some forced words of thanks, when, suddenly, the guy waltzed out into the middle of the road, holding his sword out and began playing chicken with a car. I... OK? That's a pretty dangerous pastime...

That said, it did look like the guy was about to get hit, when, suddenly, the guy waited for the last second to turn around, and... perform an uppercut with his sword, which apparently possessed enough raw strength to send the truck flying upwards nearly ninety degrees, and then he quickly evaded out of the way of the incoming truck as it came back down. Izuru was somewhat surprised. The guy didn't appear to be that powerful, all things considered, so Izuru hadn't been expecting something like that. Izuru could feel a small smirk unfurling on his face. Izuru wasn't quite sure why he had knocked the truck around or what he was 'conversing' with the truck's driver about, albeit how much of a one-sided conversation it seemed to be, with the driver flipping out about how his truck had just been leaned upwards like that, until the guy climbed into the car and turned his attention back to Izuru. Evidently, he had just secured a route to the nearest hospital.

Izuru could feel the smirk on his face grow into something of a grin as he grabbed his katana and trudged into the back of the truck. Izuru had this feeling that he and the currently-unknown swordsman were going to get along just fine. Speaking of which, come to think of it... "By the way, what's your name?" While his voice would remain at its usual monotone, one could almost notice that Izuru's curiosity had been piqued, and that he actually wanted to know.

This guy... Meh, he's fairly interesting.
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Total Word Count: 1615
Edited by Izuru Kamukura, Jul 20 2015, 12:39 PM.
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The driver of the truck was frantic as his ride was pretty much hijacked by two men armed with swords though he took notice that one of them was bleeding heavily. Nanashi sheathed his blade, keeping its tip on the floor and resting the palm of his right hand on the base of it's handle as he looked forward, paying no mind to the driver who was still confused as to what the hell was going on. As they were driven down the main road, the man took a few turns that took them deeper and deeper into the city, the sight of skyscrapers and buildings everywhere was new to Nanashi, he didn't care to venture this deep into populated territory. After a few moments, the kid asked him what his name was, it seemed everyone he met wanted to know, what was so important about having a name? "I don't have one. You can call me Nameless, Nanashi; either one works."

He wasn't much for conversation but at least he gave out straight answers, he didn't have a name but titles that he would rather go by, it was odd but to each their own. Some time had passed when the truck came to a halt, Nanashi looked outside the window where he saw a building comprised of light red bricks, the symbol of a red cross inside of a completely white circle was bared on the main building. It wasn't so much wide as it was tall but this must have been the place since the man had parked and looked to Nanashi, motioning for him to get out. "H-here's the hospital. Now can you please leave?" Nanashi grasped his blade and tied it to his hip before tilting his straw hat up to look at the man face to face, his expression was intense, almost like he was able to see through the man. "Thanks for getting us here. You will be compensated for the damages to your construct." The nameless ronin dug into his coin pouch, a small cream colored pouch decorated with a few light brown dots, most likely a doe skin from the forests.

In his hand, Nanashi had a few silver pieces, these weren't common in this timeline, they were pure silver and with their ancestry of baring the shogun's mark and being in such good condition, they were worth quite a lot. The driver looked at the pieces that shined brightly and was at a loss for words, he simply nodded his head, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as Nanashi helped Izuru out of the back seat of the truck. "Alright. Now what do we do kid?" Nanashi asked as he looked at the building and all the people whom were either leaving or heading inside of it, this was almost as large as the market place back home. Before Nanashi could say another word, a few paramedics dressed in white but baring the same symbol of the cross rushed over quickly and took notice of Izuru's cuts. They would attempt to set him into a wheel chair that they were rolling with them so that he could be more easily taken to be examined immediately. If this were the case, Nanashi would follow them until he was convinced that he was in good hands, he didn't want to come all this way just to suddenly find out he bled to death.

"Strange place. I suppose this is this timeline's version of a doctor. Still, I never expected it to be so grand, things are a lot easier now. No wonder the kids are so weak." The more Nanashi thought, the more he realized he sounded like a bitter old man which made him chuckle to himself as he continued walking through the hospital. Again, he was receiving some odd looks, he was carrying a sword around which probably made some of the workers uncomfortable but he was docile for the most part.

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Izuru let a bit of a sigh as the driver hurtled along the roads at high speeds, gradually going deeper and deeper into the city. Izuru had to hand the swordsman a bit of credit. At the rate he was moving, Izuru would never have found the hospital. The several turns and all of the skyscrapers located all over the place wouldn't have made it any easier to track down. Izuru also took note of how new all of this appeared to be, as he could read from the old guy's face. It was rather odd, in Izuru's own opinion. Perhaps he merely didn't live around here, or was just new in town? Eh, I suppose it's not that essential. If need be, I can ask him about it later. Izuru finally decided, before the guy gave an answer to Izuru's question.

He doesn't have a name...? How exactly does that work? Izuru was rather confused. Wasn't it kind of essential to have an official name or something for people to call you by? "...Seriously? How did you go about your childhood? Did you parents decide they were just... Too lazy to give you a name?" Izuru questioned, before electing to drop the topic entirely, unless Nanashi answered. It still bugged Izuru, though. Why the hell wouldn't he have a birth name or something?! It makes no logical sense. With a bit of a sigh to himself, Izuru would elect to drop the train of thought. It's not like Izuru should care too much about it; after all, once Izuru was patched up, Izuru'd return back to wandering around and finding things to better at than other people. Such as, his swordsmanship or whatever else crossed his mind. Or, he could ask the guy for a few pointers. Izuru'd be stupid not to, as it'd make the entire process of improving faster.

Anywho, it was around this time that the car ended up pulling in front of the hospital. While it was rather commendable in size, it's not like it was one of the largest buildings in existance. Izuru wasn't too impressed. In his own opinion, it was just another hospital. That said, Nanashi seemed to entirely not know the point of hospitals. Just how far detached from reality or time was this guy? Izuru didn't think it was even possible to be this far off. Izuru offered an offhand explanation that "We walk in, they'll probably notice that I'm bleeding all over the place, and then they'll probably work at patching me up. Quite simply, it should take less than three months." Izuru laxingly explained, as a bunch of people rushed out of the hospital with a wheelchair.

While Izuru was against the entire idea of being shoved into a wheelchair, with the whole bit about being treated like an invalid and all, and even tried to refuse for a moment, he eventually would give in and fall back into the wheelchair, and allow himself to be pushed off. With a glance over his shoulder, he noticed Nanashi walking behind them, probably checking to make sure he hadn't wasted his time getting Izuru up here. Izuru decided now would be a decent time to ask: "Heya, by the by, if I get out of here quick enough, you should give me a bit of advice on swords. You seem... competent, at them." He stated, before being pushed off to be inspected.
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While on the way to the hospital, Izuru inquired on how Nanashi got through life without a name, this question he did not understand. What good was a name, a name did not provide food, a name did not grant one's safety or seemed to have any use at all aside from being a title. "I'm sure they named me something. They died and I don't care enough to try and remember something so menial. Having a name is trivial where I am from." As if to dismiss anymore questions, Nanashi dipped his straw hat and the rest of the ride to the local hospital he was fairly quiet, he didn't say a word until the man had dropped both himself and Izuru off in front of it. The men whom rushed out seemed to have a general idea of the procedure when dealing with an injured patient, Izuru was in good hands but it would probably be best in Nanashi's interest to stick around for a while longer.

As Izurur was seated in the wheelchair, the kid looked back and requested having a few lessons from the swordsman. Honestly, if he was as crappy with a blade as Nanashi thought, the guy needed as much help as he could get but he wasn't quite up to the standard of taking punishment as the ronin would like. "No. You wouldn't be able to handle it." Nanashi replied without even taking the time to really think about it, he was a swordsman but he was not into the idea of giving people the ability to hack and slash with the skill that took him years to acquire. "You're 10 years too young to make it through the training. When you're older maybe if you impress me." Nanashi was pretty blunt, he was only this way when it concerned his abilities with a sword, the fact of the matter was that he did not like using his blade. In fact, Nanashi hated using his sword in battle, even being taught how to wield it, this was because it always used in anger, hate and to take lives.

What he had set out to change was take his killing talent and make it into one for better use, take the art of killing and make it into a solid defense, the art of preserving lives. The men notified Nanashi that they would be taking Izuru into the "First Aid: Puncture Wounds" section of the hospital, one of the men had mistaken Nanashi to be his father, though the ronin did not correct him, at least this way he would be able to access Izuru's room without being stopped by a hundred worried doctors.

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Nanashi basic rewards

15 EXP
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bonus

+1 EXP
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Izaru Basic rewards

+15EXP
+15 AP

Bonus:

+1 EXP
+1 AP
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