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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
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#1
if i let go, would you hold on, would we fly?
is it safer if we just say that we tried?
It’s gone, the panther is gone, dissolved into nothing and whatever’s left behind. His mind is still reeling, however, as Haai returns to him — her head brushing against his left arm as he leans forward, nausea rippling up again. Zuriels there, healing him just enough to be able to walk without blood gushing out with every step. But fuck, his body hurts, his mind is fracturing, trying to grasp and latch onto anything he can.

Haai goes and gathers his daggers for him, keeping them tight in her maw, and Sunjata moves to stand. Wobbly and shakily, nearly tripping over a foot as he grits his teeth in his frustration. His heart is thundering and he’s not sure if it’s because of exertion or if he’s still trying to catch up with all the electricity forced through his body. His arm and chest are sore, mind an absolute shitshow, but he manages to stand even if he staggers a bit. He’s gotta get home, and so he bites the bullet — sucking down a huge breath of air trying to fan the flames of the deep seething frustration, anger, and pain that wages war within him.

He takes one step, and it goes slow, and Haai seeks out Zephyr — trying to corral the smuggler to help Sunjata get somewhere that's not a cold beach.
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Zephyr Kawaianu
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#2
Zephyr

First you grab the panther claws, because you're a thief and a smuggler and well, swag.

Then you grab the idiot Armbiter, because you're a secret softy who actually does care his stupid wolf-bird will not leave you the fuck alone.

Poor idiot doesn't look like he can walk straight, and who can blame him? With a heavy sigh you trudge your way across the sand toward the giant, grabbing his right arm to sling across your shoulders and taking his weight on your left side. "Aite, fucker. Up ya get," you grunt, your tone boding no room for questions or argument. You were in this to protect your people, and like it or not he's one of them now.

Slowly and steadily you make your way toward the infirmary, dragging him along. Fucking exhausted by the time you make it and rather thoroughly soaked in water and his blood, you kick the door open unceremoniously, looking around for the nearest bed to deposit your burden upon. "Oi, doc," you call out gruffly, expecting the neck-biter to be the one on duty, "Got a patient fer ya. Fucker's had a bit'uva night."

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Vervain Calob
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#3
Vervain
No, the neck-biter isn’t on duty tonight. But that doesn’t mean the person who is doesn’t know them both - especially at the sultry sound of a certain voice that comes yelling through the waiting area. ”Are you always so polite to your medics?” Vai drawls, sounding infinitely amused as she steps in from one of the consultation rooms. Her dark curls are braided out of her face, her shirtsleeves rolled to the elbow, and she raises her eyebrows at Zeph.

Then, of course, she spots Sunjata, and the smile evaporates completely. ”What kind of a night?” she wants to know, beckoning them through to the room where there’s a clean bed made up. ”Sit him down here.” Vai is already taking in the blood and the burns, her gaze moving to Zeph to see if there’s anything similar on him before she gives the Flood her full focus.

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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
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Age: 34 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
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#4
if i let go, would you hold on, would we fly?
is it safer if we just say that we tried?
He would stumble, if not for the arm that braces around him — a hiss slipping from him as Zeph applies a bit of pressure just to keep him upright. But his arm slips around Zeph’s shoulders, clinging, while Haai trudges begins them, following them to the clinic. Sunjata knows Nate isn’t there — knows Nate’s sitting at home waiting for him to return from an errand run that took far too long than it should have.

The tinge of iron and singed hair and skin is burned into his nose as he half stumbles with Zeph into the clinic, vision starting to spot again as soon as they stop and Vai rounds the corner. Sunjata’s jaw clenches again, working with Zeph to sit on the fresh bed, incapable of telling Zeph the thank you he deserves for helping him get here. Even if it wasn’t home, it was safe.

He leans forward a small amount, arms braced on the bed, right arm twitching with the pressure. “Sea panther. Electrocuted.” He grits out, hissing as his head starts to throb again anew. Hopefully Zeph can fill in the blanks.
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Zephyr Kawaianu
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#5
Zephyr

Oh thank all that's fucking good in the world, it's Vai here and not Nate. Probably not Sunjata's preference, but it's a massive relief for you to hear her voice, your nerves immediately soothed. Grunting as Jata's (s i g n i f i c a n t) weight slips down off you, you take a step back to allow her to tend to her patient, noticing the glance she gives your bloody shirt. "All his."

This would have been your cue to leave if it had been the neck-biter, but with Vai in attendance you feel that might be in poor taste. Too tired to remain standing you grab a nearby chair, pulling it up and sinking down as you watch her set to work. "A sea panther showed up on shore," you clarify. "An' this idiot managed t'turn his ass inta a lightnin' rod. Fuckin' spectacular, but musta hurt like a bitch," you add, with no small amount of admiration in your expression and voice. It had been quite the sight.

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Vervain Calob
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#6
Vervain
Between Sunjata’s clipped explanation and Zeph’s significantly more detailed one, Vai cobbles together a story about the night that had led them both here. ”Are you telling me that he got struck by lightning?” Her brow furrows, no small amount of awe in her voice. They’re both impressed as hell by the Flood, it seems, and Vai leans in to press a quick kiss to Zeph’s cheek - a silent expression of relief that he’s fine - before setting to work.

”Here.” Priorities - Vai gets down a large bottle of whiskey from an overhead cupboard, pouring both men a generous shot of it and handing it to them. Once Jata takes his ‘medicine’ (she leaves the rest of the bottle for Zeph) Vai takes back the glass, gathering together the rest of her materials and the other chair in the room, drawing it up beside the bed. ”Let me take a look at you - put this under your tongue, and lay down, okay?”

This was a small amount of powder made from a dried mixture of several herbs that were particularly good at targeting pain. ”It’s meant to be mixed with water, but... yeah.” Fuck that for now.

Rubbing her hands together generates a small pulse of energy, setting her palms to glowing. Not enough to heal, not yet, but enough to look at what the hell she’s working with. One hand moves to the Arbiter’s bloodied side, the other to the hand streaked with lightning burns. Vai closes her eyes - it takes only a moment, and she’s rising to her feet again. ”How the fuck are you alive.” It comes blurting out, concern written across her face.

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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

Age: 34 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
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#7
if i let go, would you hold on, would we fly?
is it safer if we just say that we tried?
Yeah.” He huffs, but then there’s a shot of whiskey in his hand and he downs it instinctively, inhaling sharp against the burn, following her instruction to lay. The powder is placed under his tongue and he slides back into place, Haai slipping around from the other side to hop up on the foot of the bed with him, curling up right at the end with wings tucked in, eyes focused on Vai and Zeph.

Sunjata, meanwhile, does whatever he can to stop the nausea roaring back and the thundering of his veins. “Wasn't supposed to hand it to me.” He rumbles in protest. Deimos was supposed to throw the thing, not hand it to him right as he’s calling down the storm. But as for him being alive? Well, that’s a good fucking question.

Unicorn.” He manages, shutting his eyes right as another wave of nausea splits over him. Internally, he’s kind of a mess, electricity still bounding through his veins, thundering his heart, making his head throb and vision spotty. And then there’s the side of him, somewhat healed gashes that tear through the skin to his side, that dip along his hip bone.
are we laughing at the danger?
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Zephyr Kawaianu
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#8
Zephyr

You take the shot glass and then the bottle without even a lick of protest, downing one before setting to work on the other with the silent gratitude of the often drunk. "A whole storm," you contribute raising your brows. Honestly you're also pretty surprised he's alive and conscious, and you were there so you know that none of this is an exaggeration. "That, an' the cat came back fer another lick 'fore it disappeared inta nothin'. Boy's had a rough night'a it all around."

You'd be a damn liar if you said you didn't find it a little sexy how Vai slides into her doctor role, but then again you aren't the one who's been turned into a plaything by a giant ocean cat. "Big guy's," you once again clarify, referring to the unicorn that Jata mentioned. "Did a good bit'a work." Really, Jata and Raz might be dead if not for the diligent equid. She deserves a truckload of... carrots? Sausage?

Whatever unicorns eat.

"So what's th'prognosis, doc? He gonna live?" You're grateful for the focus on Sunjata because it means you don't have to talk or think about what you heard, out there in the mist. El and Ray and fucking Ludo-- yeah that's a big ol' bucket of nope you're not gonna open today.

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Vervain Calob
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#9
Vervain
More pieces of the story fall together, the information about the sea panther and the unicorn filling in much needed gaps in Vai’s knowledge. Much as she would like to give Zeph more of her attention, the fact that his joviality doesn’t lighten her expression any should say all it needs to about Sunjata’s prognosis. ”Would you be able to give me a hand?” she asks him in a low voice, glancing over her shoulder. ”There are bandages, dressings, that sort of thing in one of the cabinets.”

She takes a seat again next to the Flood, her hands already glowing brightly. ”Let’s see if we can’t put you to rights, huh? At least I wasn’t there to shoot you in the neck this time.” Reaching out, she slips one of her hands into Jata’s - yes, yes, a very sweet gesture, but it’s the hand that held the lightning rod she’s after, giving her something to ground her magic against. Her other hand moves to press against his chest over the unsteady gallop of his heartbeat, pouring power in to soothe away the internal damage as much as possible.

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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

Age: 34 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
Level: 15 - Strg: 76 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 79 - Int: 3
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#10
if i let go, would you hold on, would we fly?
is it safer if we just say that we tried?
He’s silent as he listens to them talk around him, eyes still clenched tight, vision still seeing stars. Her comment of an arrow in the neck sparks the edge of a smile on his face. “Would prefer it.” He mumbles, trying to keep the medicine under his tongue, but doing his best to also try and calm himself and his racing heart.

A hiss leaves him as her hand presses against his chest, as her other laces with his right hand. And he feels her magic, a warmth that settles within him that courses through him, causing his lungs to hitch a breath, body trembling and twitching, hand in hers shaking and squeezing to ground himself too. The other hand searches for something else to hold onto, the edge of a bed, the blanket. His head tilts back, a sad sound of pain leaving from his lips as the magic works through him, fighting back the racing heart, tears slipping from the edges of his shut eyes.

It’s his left hand, for the moment, flickers and trembles, uncontrollably twitching and trembling where it’s clutched the side of the bed.
are we laughing at the danger?
are we dancing after death, you and I?
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Zephyr Kawaianu
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#11
Zephyr

Vai's failure to so much as crack a smile sobers you up more than any medical knowledge possibly could. And her request for you to help, well, if that's not a bad sign then you don't know what is. "Bandages an' dressings. Ya got it, doc." Trying to keep your tone light you offer a salute before quickly going to grab the requested items and return to the bed's other side, pressing your hand gently to Vervain's back in silent support as you pass.

You sit down on the edge of the bed and begin to patch up the wounds you can see with effective, if not neat, skill. Years of dock fights have taught you a thing or two about a thing or two, and you can certainly clean a gash and smack a dressing over it if nothing else. "Reckon we gotta start callin' him somethin' else now, eh? Sparkjata th' Catsbane, somethin' badass like that," you suggest, still working diligently to lighten the mood.

But fuck if the way his hand clenches the blanket and his face writhes in pain doesn't remind you of Ray in those last days, and fuck if the way Vai tends to him doesn't look mercilessly similar to El. Without thinking you take his hand in yours, squeezing permissively back on his fingers and trying to keep the worry from your face. "Ya know if y'wanted t'hold my hand there're easier ways t'ask," you mumble, awkwardly reaching out to pat the 'Biter's sweaty arm. He's so little of the tall pain-in-your-ass and so much a wounded child that it nearly breaks your bleeding heart. Fuck, you're going soft.

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Vervain Calob
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#12
Vervain
Vai will look back on this in a little while, she hopes, and be able to laugh at Zeph’s terrible jokes (Catsbane, though, that might stick), able to appreciate the brush of his hand against her back, the diligent attention given to a patient he’s only really been obligated to bring to the clinic. But right now all of her attention is on the magic at her disposal, the things they can’t see going on beneath the surface of Sunjata’s skin.

”Steady,” she murmurs in a low, soft voice, though it’s not clear if she’s speaking to the Flood or to herself (both, more than likely). Her thumb grazes over the back of his hand, the soft glow pulsing from her fingers indicating an invisible fight going on in his body; in the end, she manages to coax his heart to march to the drumbeat of her own (and honestly, hers isn’t exactly calm, but it’s better than Sunjata’s).

The rest of her magic follows the pathways of lightning through his veins, pulling at the damage, picking up where Zuriel left off to knit together the bits of him that have been left frazzled by lightning. When she finally opens her eyes, Vai is tired, but she seems satisfied with the work. ”Don’t you ever do something like that again,” she says in a softly scolding voice to Sunjata, pressing a motherly kiss to the hand she still holds.

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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
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#13
if i let go, would you hold on, would we fly?
is it safer if we just say that we tried?
Haai, from the foot of the bed, watches Zephyr work like a hawk, a bit of smoke seeping from her nose as she ensures that he’s only there to help as well. And then? Then things start to shift, as Sunjata’s heart calms down, as the sharp stinging pain in his chest dulls into quiet exhaustion, as his trembling in his hands pick up however brief and tears slip from his eyes.

Already he can hear his father hissing in his ear, or how weak he is, of how much a Senzaok should be under pressure but never cracking. Sunjata has always had far more empathy than his father, though, and it makes moments like this feel like hell.

He feels Zeph’s hand settle in his other hand, a small part of him confused by the gesture, but the present trauma absorbs it too much. There’s a cooling relief in the way Vai’s magic works, the tremors slowing until his body is simply just red, sweat slicked, and exhaustion weighs so heavily in his bones. He’s stiff, but he tries to relax — the way Vai leans in to kiss his hand, chiding him, reminds him of his mother in a beautifully painful type of way. But the tears stop, the cry of pain making way for heavy breathing, and Haai whimpering from where she sits at the foot of the bed, her head resting along his knee.

He doesn’t manage to speak, letting the medicine and healing work its way through his body, mending and soothing over and over again.
are we laughing at the danger?
are we dancing after death, you and I?
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#14
Zephyr

It is very surreal to watch someone get healed and be totally unable to see anything. It's one thing to witness stitches going in, or a bandage slapped on; it's another to sit there twiddling your thumb while an intimate exchange of magical energy happens between two people, entirely outside of you. All you can do is try to offer a steadying presence, holding on to Sunjata's hand as he slips in and out of consciousness and glancing frequently at Vervain, anxious for information and knowing better than to break her concentration.

You hadn't realized you were holding your breath until she moves and you let it out, relief flooding you all at once. Releasing the 'biter's hand quickly, you run your own fingers through your hair and let out a deep sigh. The motherly kiss she lands on his forehead strikes you right in your emotional core; suddenly feeling very much like an interloper you clear your throat and rise to go fetch water for them both.

One glass goes to the table next to Sunjata; the other one you offer to Vai, leaning down to press a kiss upon her crown. "One'uv your strays, then?" you murmur, rubbing a hand over her back. "He gonna be okay? You okay?"

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