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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/24/2017 1:04:54 AM
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[spoiler]Aight. Narrate her being taken there, I'll pick up with her waking up.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Kk.[/spoiler] [i]The figurine that was still carrying the blessing woman entered what had appeared to have been an old, abandoned building within the Dojo, a sign reading "Closed for Repairs" upon the side of what remained of the door. The building was next to a wall, almost looking as if it conjoined with the thick wall itself. She merely brushed past the door, as she sat the body of the injured female down upon a tattered couch.[/i] [i]From there on, the woman pushed upon a wooden plank within the wall, which would cause it to shift back and slide to the left: the pathway revealed a set of stairs that lead underneath the home's wooden planks, brightened by lights that hung from the ceiling. The woman once more lifted up the unconscious female, bringing her down to beneath the home and expecting the dog to follow.[/i] [i]The area that the three would enter was like some sort of bunker: the walls were light grey plastic and ceramite, although it was hard to believe that the woman created it herself. The floor was plated with smooth ceramic flooring as well, while futuristic lights within the ceiling lit up the room as they entered. In the center was an operating table, while lining the walls were books, medical equipment, a small bed, what appeared to be an offline drone that was shaped in a "T" shape, and a closet filled with what could be assumed weaponry and clothing.[/i] [i]The being sat the wounded woman comfortably and slowly down upon the table, sighing as she got to work - she first retrieved some painkillers before beginning to stitch and utilize healing items that she had retrieved before she had been sent to Tatakai. It would be a slow process.[/i]
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[i]While the process would take time, at least the woman was unconscious, and likely would not awaken for some time. Along with her wounds, she would need new clothing, at least until hers dried out, so as to prevent pneumonia or any other disease. She was a mess, and just barely clinging to life. The shepherd had stuck with her, remaining near the operating table, watching his master intently.[/i]
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[i]Once the female doctor had finished up with the stitching and applying the healing (unfortunately, it is from a video game, which doesn't apply much information about the actual healing), she then began to undress the unconscious female, making sure to not disturb the pockets of her apparel so that objects of value would not be disturbed.[/i] [i]Once the woman was unclothed, the female then laid her belongings upon a stainless table next to her bed, folding the clothing before turning to the closet in the room. She retrieved a white t-shirt, black pants, a set of undergarments and a ark blue coat alongside a pair of worn boots. From there on, she began to complicatedly apply the clothing, hoping silently that the woman wouldn't awake while she did so. Because then, it would look disturbing as hell.[/i]
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[i]Upon changing her, new wounds were discovered. Beneath her jacket and shirt, her back was ragged and raw, the marks of a whip. Her hands beneath her gloves were lacerated by what looked to have been barbed wire, and her feet were raw from what appeared to have been walking non-stop for miles upon miles. She was a mess, and by all means should not have still been breathing. She did not stir as she was changed.[/i]
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[i]The medic gagged a little to herself - she had seen some gory wounds come on from androids, but they were always fixable. These were simply brutal. [/i] [i]Applying more bandaging, stitches and applying the clothing, the woman finished an hour later, sighing as she stared upon the unconscious female quietly. She looked down at the shepherd, finally holding out her hand to see if it would approach her.[/i]
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[i]Smelling his master, the dog finally approached the individual calmly, looking at her with a pleading look. The shepherd knew something was wrong with his owner.[/i]
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[i]Sighing, the woman then checked for a pulse one last time before she retreated to the bed, sitting upon it and watching the body for any signs of movement. It would take a while for her to wake up, after all. [/i]
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[i]There was a pulse, one that was steady, so at least she was alive. After over half an hour, she finally woke up, groggy and in pain.[/i] "Where... where am I?"
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"-Ah, you're...awake." [i]The female smiled, remaining still as she held her hands together. An introduction was needed.[/i] "You're currently within the Dojo, the place that you passed outside of? I have your shepherd here...I am YoRHa Unit 17O, although I typically go by Olive."
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"Olive..." [i]She mulled the name over, thinking.[/i] "Thank you... thank you." [i]She said, reaching a hand down to the dog, the dog licking it.[/i] "There's a group of men coming here... they want to kill someone I know who used to hang around here."
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"...You do not have to thank me," [i]Olive murmured, shrugging as if this was quite regular for her.[/i] "It is merely within my programming to ensure humanity's survival. Of course, that programming is rather vague, but...I take the time to serve as a medic, I suppose. Will you be safe here, for the moment? From what I know, the Dojo is a...rather secure location. I have studied those here, they would be quite the match for these men...I'm sorry to say that I've seen the dreadful wounds inflicted upon you, though. ...I'll try to not bring back the memories."
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"No, no... you're fine... I'd probably have died had you not helped me, infection, blood loss, fatigue, pneumonia, you name it. Thank you." [i]She said, a sincere smile on her lips.[/i] "The Dojo may be safe for now, but I do not know how long it will stay that way." [i]The woman replied, sounding worried.[/i]
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[i]For a moment, Olive looked up at the female, before smiling and nodding a little herself.[/i] "My pleasure. It's...always good to meet somebody that appreciates the work of a doctor. You'll probably have to stay in the general vicinity of the Dojo for quite a while, although I'd be willing to help with the investigation of this. There'll be trouble, yes, but...well, at least I would be helping."
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"There's a group of them, seven or eight, all well-armed and highly trained. They'll torture and kill anyone and anything in their way to get their man." [i]She explained, trying to give some description to Olive.[/i] "They're after a man known as the Courier, he used to spend time here, do you know him?" [i]Sparrow asked.[/i]
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"...Oh." [i]Olive said, going pale in response to the newly received information.[/i] "This will be trickier than I thought...and I could find out some things about this "Courier" through looking into the Dojo's archives. Or perhaps you could educate me?"
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"His name is Wilson... he's a big guy; wears power armor, has a shoulder-mounted machine gun, carries way too many guns and knives. You'd know him if you'd seen him." [i]She said, a valid description.[/i]
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"...I do not believe that I have seen him, then. I've only really met a vampire and a fellow android here, to be quite honest." [i]Olive sighed, before continuing.[/i] "I suppose that you will have to stay here, momentarily? Not that it is an issue, of course."
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"More than likely." [i]She said with a sigh and an awkward smile.[/i]
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"Fine by me. You can always come by if you need food, water, a decent armory...I am not a combat android, though. I could transfer my data to a droid fit for combat purposes: would that make you feel...I don't know the word, safer?" [i]...Olive was basically a servant to Sparrow, if one thought about it. Whoever had programmed her had taken "assisting humanity" to a whole new level.[/i]
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"No, I'm not going to fight for the time being, Olive. I need to rest for a little bit. Don't worry, we'll be okay." [i]She said, smiling reassuringly.[/i]
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"Yes ma'am. Should I get you anything? Otherwise, I'll probably leave you to rest- Oh!" [i]Olive suddenly shot up from her sitting position, as if she had realized something vital.[/i] "...I still haven't gotten your name! My apologies, I was concerned more about your health."
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"Sparrow." [i]She said, after a moment of deliberation.[/i] "I don't think I need anything else, thank you." [i]She smiled awkwardly again.[/i]
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"My pleasure. I'll leave for a bit, you may have my bed. I can just hang out upstairs." [i]Olive began to leave the room, but as she went up the stairs, she abruptly stopped.[/i] "...Goodnight, Sparrow." [i]And just like that, she left Sparrow on her own.[/i] ((End? Unless you'd want to continue, fine with either way.))
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