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[Backdated to the 26th.]

[The video opens up with the Viking sitting on the ground. It's clear he's not used to working the device, but Alfred's given him enough instruction for him to work it competently. He's scratched up and bloody, but most of the gore on his face doesn't look like it's his. In fact, he looks rather pleased with himself, all things considered.]

If anyone sees one of those tentacle creatures with a knife stuck in its eye, please retrieve it for me. I was rather fond of that particular one.

[He pauses and grimaces.]

Also, are there any healers adept at fixing broken bones?

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[Caedra hates using the video function but whatever, it'll do for a few minutes until she finds wherever Ivar actually physically is.

Also, while she likes Ivar, she sounds more annoyed than concerned. Sympathy? What's that?]

Show me your surroundings better. I can't make out where you are but I can come to you quickly if I see them.

[Ivar has never been more glad to have made the acquaintance of a powerful demon than right now. He takes the video and pans it around. He's somewhere in the wastes outside the city. He managed to get a pretty far distance out for someone with mobility issues, but he's not getting back without help.

He'll take annoyance more than sympathy any day. Sympathy is too close to pity and he hates that more than anything.]

[That's better. There's not many landmarks to go by, but the distant mountains on one side and the far-off buildings on the other end of the horizon show her a vague direction. She can make a guess. She teleports.

Hard to be pinpoint accurate given what she had to work with, but she can see the little speck of a human some distance off on the barren ground, and trots her way over to him. Just in case the monster makes a return - and she rather hopes it does - her sword is in one hand. But no sign of it comes as she crosses the permafrost.]

I can get you to the clinic. But I want to hear about this creature once you're well enough. I want to hunt it down and tear that eye right out of its head.

[There's a bit of a smirk and a chill of excitement at the thought, and she holds out a hand to him.]

[Ivar is sitting down on the ground, holding his right hand close to his side, and using his left to use the broadcasting device. His leg on the same side likewise has a deep fracture. The only thing holding it together right now are his braces.

Still, he seems rather pleased with himself. Surrounding him are more than a few tentacles and bits of flesh torn out from his opponents. Four on one and they had still fled when they realized how insanely bloodthirsty the Viking was during a fight.

He waves at Caedra with his good hand, a smile like a happy crocodile upon his face.]

I will join you on such an expedition when I am well.

[He grabs her hand, struggling to get back to his feet. Once he's on them, it's clear he's favoring his right leg heavily, trying not put any weight on it whatsoever.]

[He's made a mess of the things, all right, and that sight more than anything else pleases her. They are creatures that bleed and she wants little more than to shed that blood all over this new world. In fact, she's almost jealous that Ivar got the head start. She's been looking without success.]

Good. We can kill more together than we would have singly. I can wait for you to recover. It ought to be quick, anyway. There are people at the clinic who can heal far worse than this.

[She gestures to his bad leg, which must be very bad indeed if he's showing that weakness so openly. At least he's trying to stand on both, though. He's strong for a mortal.]

I'm going to teleport us. It will be startling.

[Probably, anyway. He never has before, as far as she knows, and there's always a tiny risk that they will come out of the teleport in the same space as another person who just happened to be walking by, in which case everyone becomes a mangled mess of limbs and torsos. Very unpleasant.

Thankfully, this time, that is not the case. She keeps hold of his hand and draws closer to him as she speaks the incantation and focuses on the image of the clinic building. There's a shift, a mild sense of nausea perhaps, but then that's where they find themselves, and she'll help him stagger his way inside.]

I had a feeling you would say that. Fighting alongside you will be very interesting.

[The only sign he's at all nervous about teleporting is the death grip he has on her hand. But it appears she's hasn't gotten them stuck in the middle of a wall, so that's alright. He's staying upright mainly out of sheer stubborn orneriness right now, his crutch on his right side despite the broken bones in his hand to provide more support.]

Is there a healer in this place or what?

There are. One I know well, but I don't know if he's around right now. We can look, and if he's not, I can message him.

[At least she has no problem with Law's odd hours. Schedules are a hard thing for her to stick to anyway so the fact that he doesn't seem to stick to one doesn't faze her in the slightest. Still, he's the only one that she has met who can easily repair serious injuries like broken bones in a short period of time.

She wants Ivar to be well. If Ivar is well, then they can hunt and kill. It's a simple but effective motivation for her. She steps forward and holds the door open for him.]

Hello?

[Hm. What is one supposed to say when nobody is obviously in sight? "Emergency?" Is this one? Well, they'll figure it out. Someone will show up if anyone is here at all.]

[ Luckily for them both Shigeru just happens to be around and he sure is good at fixing things at least. When he hears people entering he's quick to return to his post at the front of the clinic. He doesn't make a peep when he sees that it's Caedra and someone new.

He'll move quickly though, taking his device out to type on it. He doesn't ask if the other is feeling alright, it's obvious from the state of him that he's not. He doesn't actually look too worried but Shigeru is serious now as he observes Ivar's wound. ]

Can you move him to one of the examine rooms? I can heal him in there better. [ And it'll prevent anymore blood from staining the floors and getting everywhere. ]

[Ivar looks around the place for someone. Hopefully, there's a healer about. He'd very much like something to be done about his leg. Breaking his bones never gets easier no matter how many times he does it.

When the man appears, he looks from the device to Caedra. Looks like he's been saddled with a mute.]

What's he saying?

[He can read runes, but not the English alphabet. The Viking king never had cause to learn.]

Ugh, it's the mute again.

[For how reactive and impulsive she is, reading just takes too long when she's not in the mood. An odd attitude for a poet, perhaps, but this isn't poetry, it's basic communication. And her preferred style of basic communication involves eviscerating people.]

It's not translating for you? Sometimes it does. Here, come with me. He needs you to sit down in one of the rooms.

[All of her patience is currently monopolized by trying to help guide Ivar over, anyway. He's slow with his injuries but she will do her best to lead him to an examination room as requested.]

[ The term 'mute' makes him frown as he gives Caedra a small look. Maybe she's not as nice as he initially thought, huh? It's not like he wants to be mute, on the contrary it'd be easier if he wasn't given his profession and field. Still he's used to such words being thrown at him so he doesn't mind it too much anymore. Once Ivar is situated on the examination table he'll readily get to work.

The purple sigil and the shift of his eyes from normal to black with purple sclera starts up as he used his powers to easily heal Ivar's broken bones. His leg and hand will be fully healed in a matter of minutes before Shigeru pulls away with a small huff as the sigil behind him disappears and his eyes return to normal. He'll type something, realizing that Ivar can't read, he'll pause before pointing to his leg and hand. ]

Ask him how it feels? And tell him to try moving them to make sure they're okay. [ He'll type to Caedra as he gives her a curious look. ]

[Ivar's in no position not to accept help, but it's still a startling to see Shigeru's eyes change as he uses his powers. At least he doesn't automatically go for one of his knives. It's astounding to see how fast his bones heal.

He looks to Caedra again so that she can translate when Shigeru types. Perhaps he should get a foothold on learning how to read English. It's not like he's got anything better to do with his time here. He nods when she tells him.]

No more pain than usual. [Ivar flexes the fingers of his hand experimentally and his leg makes the smallest of twitches to confirm. He feels like there's something else he should be saying. Oh right. Manners.]

Thank you.

[She translates, but she's still thinking about that sigil in the meantime. A person who can mend the body with magic like that tends to be one familiar with necromancy - both its healing powers as well as its destructive ones - and it's still puzzling to her where any of his power comes from. If he wasn't so tedious to speak with, she would ask. Or, rather, insist.

But he fixed Ivar, so she turns to the boy and gives him a once-over, and a nod.]

Good.

[Then, to Shigeru:]

Are you a necromancer?

[May as well try the direct approach.]

[ Shigeru nods and gives Ivar a smile. It seems like the other can't read what he types so he'll just have to use body language instead.

But that thought is curbed when Caedra throws that question out there. Necromancy was...strange in his world. The phrobiests who were afraid of death...they were strong, impossibly so, unable to be killed and unable to die if only for a few minutes. He's heard of stories of them but never actually seen anyone with the power. His powers were a close stem of what necromancer's had but they weren't the same. After all he could die and age like anyone else. ]

I'm not. That type of power is...really rare in my world. I don't even know if such a thing exists, all I've ever heard are stories of things like Necromancers.

[she looks deadly serious, but how often does she not?]

I will keep an eye out while I'm on patrol. Could you describe the knife?

[See, he knew he liked you for a reason, Mariane.]

It's made of pig steel and embossed with silver runes on the handle.

[A costly blade but made of quality metal not usually found in Viking weapons.]

[a person's weapons are very important things]

I will do my best to bring it back to you. Where were you when you were attacked?

Not far from the city. Maybe a ten minute's walk outside of it.

[He can't move very fast or far even with his leg braces.]

[she arches an eyebrow]

That close? The creatures are getting bolder. And while they have been successful at killing us, we have not managed to kill one of them. Yet.

Which bones did you break? (Don't fight tentacle monsters!) Can you move? I doubt I can lift you myself, but I can get help easily enough.

My right leg and-- [He flexes his right hand experimentally before wincing at the sharp crackling sound.] --a few bones in the hand on the same side. This is why I try not to punch things when I fight them. [Without his hands, Ivar was close to helpless, so he tried to take very good care of them. But he'd had to do all he could to defend himself against these monsters to survive.]

I cannot, but I do believe help is already on the way. But talk to me until they get here.

I will do better than that. (She is already bundling herself in a fur cloak and pulling up the hood.) You don't need to be alone. I'm amazed you are conscious in that state.

(Sansa grabs her sword and sheathes it at her waist instead of under her skirts. Then she is out the door.)

Don't move and try to keep warm. We can talk about hot days if that helps?

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