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Aug 1, 2020 20:30:15 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2020 20:30:15 GMT -7
September 1, 2004 @calder
Scylla had been in the UK for a few weeks now. It was a thirlling new adventure, but also incredibly frustrating. Being part goblin had always brought a great many challenges growing up in South Africa. But she'd never see how truly.... ruthless full blooded Goblins could be. Or how resentful they were of people like her. Not human, but not goblin. It seemed like no one wanted her. Wizards thought she was a freak. Goblins thought she was a freak. It made her so, SO angry. But it also only made her more determined. Those Gringott goblins thought she'd give up if they acted like asses? Well, they didn't know Scylla.
Today though, she'd shown them her true determination. She'd been working in the vaults, and a security troll had broken her arm in three places. She toughed it out though, making a temporary brace, sucked up the pain, and continued the job. After several hours the head Goblin sent her to the Hospital, but you couldn't deny the look in his eyes. That glimmer of respect.
Now though, it was off to the hospital. Scylla knew minor healing magic but she couldn't fix a multiple break like this. So now, she waited, sitting on one of the beds, cradling her broken arm, and waiting for a healer to come treat the injury...
(Cause you all know you want to see how syder came to be!)
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Aug 2, 2020 9:38:06 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2020 9:38:06 GMT -7
@scylla
the days where he was stuck in the hospital were his least favourite. he wanted to be out in the field, helping in the heat of the moment where it mattered, to be the difference between a person making it to saint mungo's and not making it. the fact he had to learn all aspects of healing before he was allowed out in the field full time just bugged him. so far he'd dealt with a kid that had gotten into his mother's potion stash, a spell gone wrong which had resulted in a missing nose and someone who'd enlarged their hand. he just had to keep telling himself that it wouldn't last forever. that one day he'd be out where he wanted to be instead of stuck inside four walls in rooms that smelled too clean to be healthy.
he was just getting back from his break when he found out about his next case. a broken arm. how exciting, he thought to himself as he headed to the room she was in, wand in hand ready to spell it back together in about three seconds flat because simple was all they seemed to trust him with. he walked into the room and almost stopped short when he saw the woman sitting on the bed. she was about his age, not any older and not much younger if there was any difference and there was something about her look that made him look again and then again for good measure. he internally shook himself out of it because the last thing he needed was to look like he didn't know what he was doing. "hi there, i'm cal." he said as he walked to the bed, taking a closer look at her arm. "did you do this yourself? maybe you should take my job." he said with as much of a grin that was appropriate when someone was sitting in front of him with a broken arm.
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Aug 2, 2020 10:00:14 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2020 10:00:14 GMT -7
September 1, 2004 @calder
It felt like an eternity of waiting when it was really only a few minute. Any old healer could fix the break, so it was just a waiting game of whoever would be free first. That didn't mean it hurt any less, just that it was advanced enough healing magic that the average person wouldn't know, but was one of the first things covered in healer training. Every healer in training should be proficient in the craft.
Finally though, someone entered. Similar in age to herself, as excepted. A young, handsome man. Well. At least she had someone good looking to look at during this appointment. He introduced himself, Cal, and she forced herself to smile. She wasn't exactly a friendly person, and even she would admit that. But you should be polite to the person fixing your arm, shouldn't you? You know, so they fixed it right. "Scylla." Her answer back was short, but it was at least a response. Then, he turned to her arm, and the temporary brace they'd put together to hold the arm while in the vaults. "I didn't want to make it any worse before getting out of the vaults." Her South African accent was stronger when forming actual sentences. Clearly not local. And judging from how strong it was, she Hadn't been in the country long.
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Oct 11, 2020 11:58:09 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2020 11:58:09 GMT -7
@scylla
colour him impressed. he examined the contraption she'd put around her arm and he couldn't fault the construction of it. he did however question her not telling anyone what had happened and working through with it but the first aid, he couldn't have done a better job of keeping the arm secured with all the fancy magical equipment they now used out in the field namely for this case, splints that moulded automatically to someone's arm and killed the pain. "that was the smart thing to do." he said quietly, as he focused on the splint and working out how to take it off without hurting her too much. "the vaults? so that'd be gringotts wouldn't it? let me guess. troll?" he asked her, glancing up quickly from the splint to her face before looking back down at the splint again.
"okay, this might hurt a bit." he said as he started to work on taking the splint off. he couldn't fix it with the splint on, otherwise there was the chance it would set wrong or the bones would fuse together in the wrong way. bones could be funny about the way they wanted to knit back together after a break and there was all the nerves and muscles to contend with too. once he had it off he pulled his wand out of his jacket pocket and he looked up at her again. "you've made my job easy." he said, an easy grin spreading on his face.
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Oct 11, 2020 23:46:04 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2020 23:46:04 GMT -7
September 1, 2004 @calder
To be honest, Scylla had gotten very lucky in the vaults. The break had been an accident. Just sheer dumb luck. If the troll had actually want to hurt her he could have killed her easily. Her part goblin frailty would have ensured that. Ensured that she didn't survive something like that. While she wasn't ashamed of her heritage, that frailty made her angry. Because it meant she couldn't do everything that someone else could. Hell, she technically wasn't even supposed to play Quidditch because of the risk of injury. Her body just couldn't stand up to it. Back home she'd been a frequent visitor at the nurses office while in school.
The brace, while nothing fancy, was one of habit. It wasn't the first time she'd had to make a temporary brace to support a broken limb until she could get it healed. Usually though she got it healed much faster. Today she'd been testing the limits, wanting to prove herself to the goblins. "I've had a lot of practice," she muttered in response. No reason to deny experience with broken limbs. When he got to healing it he'd probably realize how delicate her bones were and realize himself this must be a somewhat common occurrence.
Scylla didn't move as he examined her arm, though their eyes met briefly as he glanced up, then back down at her arm. "Yes, Gringott's. Unless there are other vaults around here?" There could be, for all she knew. She was still fairly new to the country. Were there any other places that might have vaults and security trolls?
The healer announced that this would hurt and Scylla rolled her eyes. No duh it'd hurt. Her arm was broken in at least 3 different places. Though, when he started to move her arm, removing the brace, she let out a hiss in pain. She didn't say anything though, not wanting to admit any further that it hurt. Not until he flashed her a grin and told he she'd made his job easy. Dammit, why was he grinning like that? It was annoying. "Glad to hear it," she forced herself to say through gritted teeth. Nope, wasn't going to admit her arm was practically burning with pain now that her arm had been moved. He just needed to get to fixing it and she'd be good and out of his hair.
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