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[thenobledie]

[for those that watched a particular memory broadcast, the strange, skeletal- and mechanical-like armor shirley wears should be familiar. even still, her own leathery, dragon-like wings shouldn't be a surprised, at least. if one ever thought her an angel, it would certainly be one of death in this moment. because if not the armor, then the look in

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[voice -> ACTION???]

[justasimple]

A dragon... is it? [A distinct pause in the audio, and, then, the snap of static.

Faintly, there is the clatter of wood against the ground. The Medicine Seller: he's right around the corner, he seemingly as calm as ever.] It... has been quite some time since I've last seen one.

['SUP?]

action!

[thenobledie]

[shirley is prepared to reply via the forge, but then, oh. how pointless that would be when the first responder is right there! she turns enough to look at him, and the dragon raises his head - what could be the head - but makes no other move.]

Have they died in your world?

[they were suppose to in hers.]

C:

[justasimple]

[He pauses for a moment, speaking only when he begins to set down the rather ordinate box strapped to his back.]

Most.

While there are many legends of the dragon's fearsome power, there are also... stories of its supposed healing powers. Man cannot resist such benefits -- to be a hero for both protecting and preserving the people.

[An impassive glance.] It really is... a shame.

[thenobledie]

Some shall cling to life for as long as possible.

[she eyes the box and him. the medicine seller, she is sure. you better be getting your ass to the clinic, dude...]

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[swordofmiltia]

[ Is that a-- ]

[swordofmiltia]

[ No. That's impossible. There is no UMN here, and no one can control one. It must be something of her world, a world that doesn't know what he would be referring to if he tried to explain it.

It is curious... but there are more pressing matters. ]

I'm not sure about healing, but tending to wounds is something I'm used to.

video;

[thenobledie]

[no, it's a badass dragon.]

Will you help, then?

video;

[swordofmiltia]

[ He'd describe it another way. ]

You have my hands. Should I report to you, then?

video; an hour later

[tellusian]

( oh. a dragon.

over the dull whimper of a frightened child and the soft chittering of the djinni trying to comfort him. )

Do you need anything from what's left of the greenhouses?

video; delayed several minutes

[thenobledie]

[when the forge clicks on, shirley is no longer in the armor - nor is the dragon in sight. the background is clear, though: she's inside the clinic.]

I am not familiar with herbal usage, but if you can bring fruits or vegetables, some of the injured would be in better spirits.

action;

[tellusian]

( fifteen minutes later, he arrives with the requested foodstuffs stowed in a satchel. an urchin trails in his shadow, holding one of felix's djinn like a teddy bear. he does not seek Shirley out, simply begins attending patients with glowing palms, occasionally supplimenting his powers with herbs. )

[thenobledie]

[at some point, she passes by him and probably after lupin has already passed by first. they're like parallels in this clinic. but it really is a passing by, and then, she does so again a little later but with more intention.]

The food?