[Open to all Silvana crew members.]

[threeleggeddoc]

Characters: John Watson, his volunteers, the afflicted, the lonely, whoever. /o/
Content: Watson's determined to fix the arrangement of the infirmary, and some men have been kind enough to offer their assistance.
Setting: Silvana Infirmary
Time: Anytime during the day, around the Long Night period, although I think it's best to set this before Nena

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[flyfrommyself]

((OOC: ...although I think it's best to set this before Nena's plot? -- That'd be best for me, actually. Yami's going to be in . . . less than ideal shape the closer to Long Night we get. 9,9;;;))

Yami peeked in shortly after breakfast, dressed in his work clothes, the little leather pouch with his summoning tokens on his belt as always. He spotted the good doctor and grinned, rapping his knuckles on the door frame. "Good morning, John. Need a hand?"

[threeleggeddoc]

[ooc: Very well, then!]

Watson looked up from his examination of the spaces between the operating table and smiled. Ah, Yami, one of his favorite patients. Of a sort. In the first place, that Yami was often in correspondence with Watson should have been fairly alarming, but what could you do in a ship like the Silvana?

"Yes, please," he replied with a grin.

[flyfrommyself]

((OOC: should have been fairly alarming -- awww, he's just conversational and friendly, and doesn't pry [much?]. ^_~ And in need of friends himself, not that he realizes or will admit to it.))

Yami crossed the room to the doctor, one hand slipping with practiced ease into the pouch to pull out three metal token. "So what exactly needs to be moved?"

[threeleggeddoc]

"The remains of the freezer, over here." He tapped it with his cane. "And these are operating tables that the beast had destroyed, possibly to vent out its frustrations at being trapped in here." If freezers could be frustrated. He had cleaned the insides of the thing himself, lest any chemicals combined and stained the floor, or worse yet, spontaneously combust and blow a hole through the Silvana's hull.

[flyfrommyself]

Yami nodded, looked things over, then stepped back, putting a bit more space between himself and John. He closed his eyes in concentration as he flattened the hand carrying the tokens and laid his other hand over top. The wisps of Shadow that perpetually clung, invisible, about his slim frame thickened and strengthened until they were visible even to the naked, untalented eye, thin tendrils of purple-black vapors that twisted and curled of their on accord.

"Burakku Majishian, Elf no Kenshi, Kuribo . . . SHOUKAN!" Yami didn't raise his voice, but the words vibrated with power in the command all the same. Three new points of Shadow swirled into existence, strengthening and expanding, taking shape. In a matter of seconds, three new figures stood in the room. Or . . . floated, in the case of one.

((OOC: the notes on this log include links to pics of all three if you need them - http://community.livejournal.com/theskytides/394878.html XDDD))

[threeleggeddoc]

The subtle change in how Yami moved and acted during the summoning did not go unnoticed, although Watson was sufficiently distracted by the shadow wisps around, and the three additions to their crew. Startled, he took a step back from the three, tense but otherwise unmoving.

"It's, ah... a bit crowded in here, don't you think?" he said weakly, as an attempt at a jest. He was getting too old for these things.

[flyfrommyself]

Yami relaxed his stance a bit now that the casting was complete, opening his eyes as he tucked the tokens under one wrist bracer to maintain contact while also freeing his hands. He chuckled in spite of himself at John's discomfort. "They'll not harm you, doctor. In fact, were you ever threatened, you might be surprised how well they protected you. John, this is Dark Magician, Elf Swordsman, and - "

The floating mass of fur decided to introduce himself first, by bouncing through the air over to John, nuzzling his shoulder with soft noises of friendly delight. "Kuri, kuri!"

"Kuriboh!" Yami yelped, startled by his monster's behavior. "Get back over here. Leave the good doctor alone!" His tone was admonishing, but also fond.

Kuriboh obeyed, floating back over to hover at his master's shoulder, but not before the human would have caught the monster's thoughts through that brief contact. This was a friend of Summoner's. Summoner needed friends right now. Kuriboh was glad to finally get to meet Summoner's friend. Hello, Free

[threeleggeddoc]

How... how odd! He recoiled from the creature that latched onto his shoulder, but with great effort managed to do nothing more than that. It was-- it had spoken to him!

Admittedly, it was somewhat endearing.

"W-well met, sirs, and Kuriboh," he eventually managed to say, smiling faintly as he rapidly recomposed himself.

[flyfrommyself]

The tall, purple-clad mage and his broad-shouldered, elfin companion each gave the doctor a respectful bow.

Yami didn't quite manage to keep himself from planting his face into one palm. "I'm very sorry about that, John." He cut Kuriboh one last glance, then stepped to the mage's side and placed a hand lightly on the being's arm, meeting gazes silently. After a heartbeat, his gaze shifted to include the swordsman and then the furball. Each nodded in turn as though their master was giving them directions - which, in fact, he was. He stepped back. The mage laid aside his staff, which vanished as soon as he let go, as the elf sheathed his broadsword.

Yami turned to Kuriboh, holding a hand out the creature. "Mahou o hatsudou - ZOUSHOKU!In another swirl of purple-black Shadows, one Kuriboh was now six, which then arranged themselves into a two-by-three formation, forming a surface onto which Dark Magician and Elf Swordsman lifted the freezer to lay upon, like some kind of makeshift moving cart. The Kuribohs bobbed a little lower

[threeleggeddoc]

This was all very fascinating. Watson had never thought he'd live the day to see summoners or the like at their trade. His fear assuaged, Watson spent the moment watching their activities intently, noting the finer details of the beings, and Yami's gestures to summon them. Telepathy, was it? He seemed able to communicate with them at a touch, and they with him and Watson alike. How fantastic.

So distracted was he that he was startled when Yami finally called for his attention. "Oh, yes," he answered, flustered. "The cargo bay, at a far corner. Kamarov has kindly allowed us to store all this junk there."

[flyfrommyself]

The respect with which Yami dealt with the creatures might also have been of note to the doctor - they were not soulless constructs or even servants, but partners, dear friends. Yami didn't just command them, he worked with them as an equal.

Yami nodded at the instructions. "All right. We'll be back shortly." And with that, he led the way out the door.

((ooc: on my next post, I'll have them come back and, if Watson wants to ask any questions or do anything else, we can. =3 Or just leave it at that - either's fine with me. XD))