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[liketofu]

Who: Draftees + makeshift med clinic volunteers. You want to jump in? C'mon in!
What: Treating the draftees. Got an injury? Dehydrated? Come here.
When: 12.01 am on the 7th onwards.
Where: Plaza.
Summary: Treatment! Healing! Resting! Do you really want to weave your way back at 12 am?
Rating: Could get bloody....?

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SETUP

[liketofu]

[TENT SETUP, ORGANISATION GOGOGO]

Re: SETUP

[purpledemoneyes]

[Strictly speaking, Tsuzuki should have read the manual first. Instead he focused on instinct and hopes he knows how to get a tent up. Hanging from a line, he attempts to belatedly read the manual that's lying on the ground.]

How long do you think we have before they come home?

[liketofu]

[Calling from the ground--]

Maybe another half a day! Do you need some help?

[purpledemoneyes]

[He flaps his wings rapidly, hoping that the wind would help him pull himself down. Not so.]

I wouldn't say no!

[mischiefbreeder]

[11:59 PM... Gold was in the rainforests, surrounded by third party soldiers, ankle-deep in mud and rain beating down on him. Due to the weather, Explotaro was in its Pokéball, unable to fight properly because of the rain. Aitaro was fine, and Politaro was thriving, but with the strongest member of Gold's team out of the picture, things were going to be tough. The odds were stacked against them.

12:00 AM... Gold was no longer in the forest, but in the... plaza of the village? What? Those Malnosso actually bothered to pull them out? That was the only thing he could figure, at least. Dripping wet and caked in mud, marred with scratches and cuts, and his clothes tattered. Cursing under his breath, he was too tired to even recall his other two Pokémon.]

...Tch... Sonuva...

[12:01 AM... Gold fell over backwards in the plaza, collapsing, his fatigue finally catching up to him.]

[antlioncyclone]

[DEAR GOD

that

I'm just...gonna move you so you don't get stepped on okay

Mewtwo does so, lifting Gold psychically and depositing him where he's less likely to be landed on by the other arrivals.]

[antlioncyclone]

[...and then he sits down and uses Recover on himself, waiting for someone to come and attend to Gold.]

[markofthebrave]

[Katara got the call that another one of her friends was here and needed help - but when she sees Gold and Mewtwo, she can't just pass them by.]

Is everyone okay here?

[its_troublesome]

[Disorientation. One minute he's moving as fast as he can through threes and rain and mud and he can hardly see, and the next...

Well it's still raining.

But it's still and it's quiet; everything coming to a grinding halt and he feels something like nausea, as his brain speeds to catch up with what his head already knows.

The village. They're back. Early at that - fatigue hitting him like a sledgehammer now, even then he can't help but laugh as he realizes that. Home early means they're out of danger early - which means no one else has to die or get hurt. That's a relief...now he just needs to know who's still alive

[markofthebrave]

[That is an excellent way to give a girl a heart attack, you know. Attempting to support a building while looking a shade paler than gray means that Katara is rushing over as soon as she spots you.]

Shikamaru - wake up.

[She's still a few steps away from him as she says this, knowing enough not to want to sneak up on a ninja.]

[its_troublesome]

[Might not be such an issue today. He doesn't react - not at first, at least. He's tired in places you wouldn't think would be possible. It takes several seconds for what those sharp ninja senses to catch up to him again, dulled as they are by exhaustion but eventually he twitches; moves his head.]

[markofthebrave]

Don't try to move yet.

[Katara places one glowing hand over his heart, searching out his --

--what the heck happened to his chi?

She streams the water back into her waterskin and moves her hand up to his throat in order to check his pulse.]

[seleniahymn]

[Everything was so much more quiet now, although rain still fell around her. It took her a moment to realize that she was no longer fighting alongside Frey and Sheena on the defensive lines, trying to keep the Third Party from reaching the base camp where the injured were. The abrupt return to the village tonight had been nothing like the draft before.

Her first thought is to make her way home, to ensure Nephry knew of the Fon Master's condition and that he made it back safely. Unfortunately the deep wound at her side is protesting any sort of movement on her part.]

[asterism_angel]

[Like all other volunteers, Cheria has been waiting for the draftees to return from the battlefield. She couldn't stand knowing that they'd been out there for so long, fighting for everyone's sake, while she herself hadn't been able to do anything. Helping them now was the least she could do to repay them, even if their participation wasn't voluntary.

As soon as she spots Tear kneeling on the ground, she rushes over to the woman, ready to inspect her for any injuries.]

Are you all right?

[seleniahymn]

[Tear glances up to get a look at the person addressing her, not recognizing her. But the look on her face didn't seem like one that would be on the face of an enemy, so she has no reason to be more cautious than she should be.]

... Please, if you could... [Her hand moves to her most dangerous wound, trying to stop the blood flow.]

[asterism_angel]

Of course! [She kneels to the ground beside Tear, directing both her hands to the injury. It looks like a terribly deep gash- Cheria can only hope her healing artes will be enough.]

Please, try to remain still. [And with that, her hands light up and healing magic sets to work on sealing the wound.]