Scribblegroove

Flinch @ Flinch sighed thankfully as Adrass slowed his pace. He caught up with him and recovered his breath a little. He took a moment to think about what he should say not to make this paranoid Witch hunter distrust him even more. "Now first things first, I am not a mage. I know you don't like the buggers, but there's a distinct difference between those who conjure magic and those who use it. I'm an alchemist.." He took a moment to recover his breath yet again and threw his cap off his head to get some more air. He knew Adrass has a tough stomache, so he knew he wouldn't mind seeing his misformed face. He didn't look as him as he was focussing on the ground trying not to trip over anything. "That means, no inner reserve of magic. She won't sense me." He said quickly, before getting to the point. "Now secondly, I have this alchemical brew in my bag. It's my last one, I've got nothing else up my sleeve now. It is a special kind of brandy that has been infused with a few of the most powerful herbs and alchemical agents, along with a touch of my own fire enchantment. It's quite an ingenious concoction to be honest. I came up with it a few-" Stopping himself from trailing off and taking the time to recover his breathing yet again, he continued. "If we drink it, we'll run faster. Simple as that. However, our bodies will burn our inner fuel far faster, so we'll have to eat soon after using it..." He didn't make any attempts to slow down. He wasn't exactly certain Adrass would agree to drinking his experimental potion, so forcing him to stand still for nothing would be a little stupid in this situation. He tried to keep his breath under control so he could keep running for as long as possible.

IQ tests don't tell how smart you are, but I believe that the real IQ tests do show how fast you can process information (and thus learn). They don't mean a lot but they do measure some kind of mental capability. But what do I know, I'm no genius. My IQ is 143 with the last test I took, which was about 2 years ago.

@@Kay Dreamer, @@Rainbow Eclipse, @@Blue, Scribblegroove had stood mostly still throughout the entire ordeal that Blaze had to deal with. All he could look at was the huge stinger the bee had. How it was almost as big as his horn. How it could impale blaze and kill Blaze with it's deadly poison immediately. How it might fly off and sting him instead. He was terrified of insects in general, but this thing was on a completely different level of scaryness. It's entire appearence screamed danger. Yellow and black. There was a reason those symbolised hazard zones. Everything with those colors in particular was dangerous. Though bees didn't really kill ponies when they were at normal size, they could hurt badly! He had lived through several stings of bees, wasps, hornets and all other sorts of annoying and painful critters that just wouldn't leave him alone. He thought of all the bees he had swatted. He thought of all the times that he had been made fun of for his irrational fear of tiny insects. Then Kay nudged him, something he hadn't seen coming as he had been staring at the bee absentmindedly. Yet again he yelped in surprise, afraid that yet another bee was about to land on his back. He jumped to his right, away from Kay and shook his entire body to make sure the 'bee' couldn't get a hold anywhere, closing his eyes in fear. Then he looked up and saw it was Kay all along. Inside he crumbled of embarassment. That hadn't been very stallion-like behaviour. He looked away to hide his blushing and still stepped away from Blaze a little further to make sure the bee wouldn't catch him by surprise. What Kay had said hadn't made him feel any better about himself however. He really did wish all the pollen had washed off mostly in the rain. He forgot a little about the bee and tried to think of an excuse for reacting so stupidly on Kay simply nudging him. He didn't want her to think he was some kind of wuss. That would be awful. Then the bee let loose off Blaze's head and flew right over Scribble's head. The zooming noise of it's wings blasted straight into his sensitive ears and he could've sworn one of it's legs touched his horn. Instinctively he yelped again and cringed closer to the ground, holding his forehooves above his head, hoping to dodge the bee that had already zoomed past him. He looked behind him and saw the bee flying out of view. He let out a nervous chuckle as he got on four hooves again. That chuckle faded away very quickly as he realised how much of a fool he had made of himself. He just pretended like it all didn't happen and looked away from all the others as much as he could as he followed Blaze down the street.

Flinch Flinch watched as everyone seemed to express their dedication to let themselves be buried alive by a random stranger. He couldn't exactly argue with them. Why would they try to run anyway? It's not like their chances of survival were different one way or another. They were broken, bruised and beaten. Perhaps he could heal one or two of them and get out in time, but that would leave all others to die here. @@RunsWithSquirlz, "Fine then, you go bury yourselves. If you die it wont be my fault that's for sure. I can heal many wounds but ignorance is a disease I have yet to find a cure for... That and the Toaden-throat infection. 'T makes you burp like a frog! Or a toad? I can't seem to remember..." As he contemplated this very important theorem, he noticed the dragon that was surely being hurt by the predicament he was currently in. The poor thing couldn't do a thing. @@Torrent505, "Are you certain that holding the dragon like that is totally nescesary. Of what I had seen of him earlier he was mostly tame, and I can't stand to see a creature in pain like that..." @, He listened as Adrass exclaimed his final concerns and then suddendly turned around and ran off. Quickly the doctor recovered and began to run in the same direction. "Indeed, please don't stab us in the back and twist the blade. That would be quite unpleasureable to me and my companion over here!" He shouted behind him as he ran after the witch hunter. Not even mentioning the poor souls beneath the ground... oh well, at leas they wont stay in the ground forever. Souls ascend to heaven right? Hmm, interesting. He had almost trailed off into his own thoughts again when he realised that Adrass had built up quite some speed and seemed to persist that velocity. Flinch didn't have a bad physique, but he wasn't a trained soldier. How was he supposed to keep up to that deathmarch!? Then he remembered it. The vials of Faelnirv in his bag. That would set his veins on fire and make him run like never before! He was running out of supplies quickly now. He barely had any alchemical potions left, even though he had prepared quite a lot before he set off for travel. "Oh, Which Hunter! Please, hold on for a moment!" He said inbetween gasps. "I might have something that could help us both." He managed to wince out as he stumbled over the forest ground desperately trying to keep up with the hunter.

It's not really turned to shit, I'm just the first person to comment on how it might be a little shit... No need to panic.

Has a gone ever thought of the possibility that this OC was made badly on purpose for the enjoyment of our simple souls? I can barely imagine a character being made that badly in all seriousness. I mean, who is this "Friend" of yours even? Have you any proof that someone else and not you made this character? Just pointing out the flaws in this situation here... I mean I could go ahead and make the worst character imaginable and then say my friend made it and post it in a thread right here, and have a good laugh while everyone takes it seriously... But I am not, because that would be stupid. And on top of that, instead of posting this here to humiliate your "Friend", you also could've explained to him why his character is a bad one. If he ignores you, just ignore him right back and be done with it. No need to go and post stuff like this and infect the innocence of our eyeballs with this filthy OC... Do you think he finds it funny you posted it here in the context of "lol such a bad OC! XD" I think his heart lies broken in a pool of his own tears by now! You monster! :c

http://www.ted.com/talks/benjamin_zander_on_music_and_passion#t-772615 Skip to 12:35 and let the tears flow...

Flinch Flinch realized that they were talking on how to shake off their hunters and get to safety. He decided not to slow their progress by asking stupid questions and hopped right back on to the adventure they were in. He realized that a lot of the others were in no condition to travel. "Well, I don't want to interrupt, but I can treat your wounds well enough that you are ready to travel again. As long as you give me some time, herbs, and your trust in my experimental capabilities." His proposal to the princess and her companions was bold, and he barely even knew these people, but if this really was the princess he would have to do anything to get her to safety. He looked at the old man who apparently called himself Grave. A charming, unnescisarily morbid name. Almost jus as bad as Flinch. The man seemed very certain of himself, and even more so, he seemed very certain that he was the only one who could save them right now. "There's no need in burying us. I think that the chances are pretty slim that I killed the Iron Maiden, and she will sense us even if we hide beneath the ground. I am certain that we have to find a village, and thus have to move quickly. We can defend ourselves there, and perhaps get these hunters off our tail." He flinched as he felt a sudden jolt of pain run along all the nerves in his body. Something very common for him, but still not pleasant. That was the price he had to pay for curing the disease. "I'm getting the feeling that if we don't decide what to do now, we're all going to die, so please be quick about it will you..."

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@@Rainbow Eclipse, @@Wolfe, @@Kay Dreamer, Scribblegroove raised a brow, looking at java. "I don't know if anyone can talk Zephner out of anything. He's very kind, but once he sets his mind on something he is stubborn as a mule. The fact that he is pretty old doesn't help that at all." He shrugged and ran his hoof over his hair. It was pretty hot inside here. A bit too hot for his standards. It might've been the coffée as well that made him feel smothery. "But I suppose we can give it a try." He said, and he turned to Anala and Kay. "I mean, how could I not come along with you guys... 't would be a little dissapointing wouldn't it." He smiled as Kay expressed her feelings about the grand piano that prominently stood on stage. "Indeed Kay, like anala said, times are changing..." It called to him as well, majestically curved as it was. It gave him a feeling of home. He peered through the crowd and noticed the characteristic golden letters on the side of the piano. "That is a Steinhay and Colts model D or B piano. It's one of the best. I can't wait to play that thing. I really hope its a model D piano though." Dreamily he stared at the black beauty. "We've only got a model B in the recital hall, and I myself practice on a Bösendo..." He stopped himself. "I'm sorry, I'm going to start rambling if I keep talking about pianos. They're not really that interesting." He looked at Kay. "You've got more than enough contacts right here to get you a stage to play! Java and me can easily get you a gig or performance going somewhere in Manehatten." He thought for a moment, trying to think of a place where she could play. There were several, but he wasn't sure if Kay would be allowed to play there at all. She had to beocme slightly more renown before she could play at big places. How about you start at the open stage contest next saturday in the conservatory recital hall. Just show up and play to get yourself a name, and you might even win!" He snickered and grinned. "I'm not contesting, so you'll have a good chance!" He then thought of a few friends who he had lost saying things like that, and decided to stop doing that immediately. He agreed with Java when he mentioned finding a place to sit. "Good idea, why don't we. We have our drinks..." He said. He was about to point out a spot when a very familliar voice tore through the background noise of conversations. "Hey, Java! I'm just going to step out back for five while its quiet, that okay? It's hot in here!" He quickly looked back to see where the voice came from. There she was again. Scarlet. He shivered. He had to find a place to relax and avoid her. He didn't want to relive that same situation again. "There. We can sit over there." He said, pointing to a table and a set of chairs as far away from Scarlet as possible.

Flinch Flinch managed to calm down a little once Adrass backed away from him. Then someone, he couldn't hear well enough yet to recognise who, moved the earth beneath his bag of equipment. Flinch was in such a state of confusion that he didn't even question it and just grabbed the bag with his left hand, since his right hand had a lot of shrapnel and burns in it. He grunted when he felt the wound that the Iron Maiden's dagger had left behind on his left arm. He tried not to move too much as he reached inside and opened it. He had to lift his head and chest a little to look inside the bag. Never before had his muscles pained him so much. The burns on his chest and neck made him feel like he was on fire. Some of the blisters which the explosion had caused popped and made his agony even worse. But he knew it would be over soon. He quickly grabbed the items that he needed from his bag. His needle, a vial of cleansing liquid and a vial of his own special brew. Once he had the items in his hand, he dropped his head back on the ground and sighed. He ignored his environment and closed his eyes for a moment, taking a break before he contninued. He looked to his right to see Adrass, an old man... And the others. They had survived the drop as well! He laughed, though it may have looked like a grimace, but that was what came closest to a smile for him. He opened his needle with both hands. Blood dripped from his right hand as he accidently drove the shrapnel further in his flesh. He winced, but endured it. He grabbed the vial of cleansing liquid with his left hand, opened the cap with his teeth and poured it into the resevoir of his needle gently. He wiggled his gloved finger inside it to stir it around and clean it. Once the resevoir had been cleaned of the remainder of the explosive, he simply threw out the cleaning mixture and grabbed the other vial. He opened it with his teeth again, quickly poured it into the resevoir and then grabbed the needle into his left hand. He then paused for a moment. He pulled up the sleeve of his right arm and placed the needle on his wrist. It was difficult to use this needle on himself, since it was unusually large and actually required two hands to use it. So he decided against injecting in his wrist and proceeded to place the needle on his tigh, holding it with two hands. He then took a few second to find the right spot, right next to his artery, and then pushed through. He screamed, but kept his hands still and didn't rip his skin open further. Blood streamed from the tiny wound, but once he released the resevoir into his body it stopped. He fell down on his back, dropping the needle on the ground. A feeling of bliss and happiness clouded his brain. He smiled, gently and sincerely this time. His own heart pumped the healing liquid through his body and relieved him of the pain and misery. He would've been afraid that he might pass out, but he was too much in a state of bliss. His breathing was heavy, sucking in the oxygen that his body required to heal itself. He could feel his own fat resevoires being burned for extra energy. His entire body was glowing with chemical production, closing wound after wound and healing burn after burn. The pieces of shrapnel popped out of his hand by themselves. Then it stopped. Everything hurt again. This time it felt like muscle ache, and exhaustion. There were still a few cuts, and there were still unhealed burns. His head still hurt and he still couldn't hear properly with his left ear, but he felt like he could stand again, so that was a good thing. Now he could go treat the others... If nescesary. He got up on his knees and grabbed his bag again, replacing the items he had used. He then put it on his back again and got on his feet. He put on his cowl and put it on far over his head. He didn't want the others to be scared by his awful face, disformed as it was. He removed his right hand glove to look at his newly healed hand. There were still cuts and scratches, but he could operate again. He also saw a few black pigment spots. More than last time. That was bad news... But not news for now. He put on his glove again and stepped closer to the others, hoping to find out what they were talking about.

Flinch For a moment flinch had let his consciousness slip away. How peacful he had felt to simply quit for a moment, and not feel all the wounds both inside and outside of his body. To just drift off into his own dreams and forget about the world for a moment. He knew very well that it was a bad idea to lose consciousness while also losing blood, but he couldn't help himself. Then he felt that he was being moved. The leathery cloth of his undercoat tugged at his open wounds and burns as he was dragged over the ground. It hurt, but not too much. Nothing hurt much for him since the 'incident'. He heard the voices of two men, but they were dull. One of his eardums had torn, and the other was damaged slightly. An explosion had the tendency to blow your ears out sometimes. He opened his eyes, hoping to get a slightly clear view of the situation. His view was blurry and shapeless. He could only make out colors and slight outlines. He couldn't quite remember what exactly had happened. He immediately diagnosed himself. "Heavy concussion... short-term memory loss..." He mumbled to himself softly, not really realising he was thinking out loud. "Wounds... treaded immediately... Prevent infections..." He rambled on as he looked to his side, his vision slowly starting to become more clear. He could make out a human, or at least human-like being standing in the distance. He could still feel he was being moved, but he was still trying to understand the situation. Then a horrendous thought revealed itself to him. "Infections... Infection... My... My mask!" He said with a cracky voice, barely capable of speaking loudly. His sight was clear enough to make out Adrass above him, trying to drag him away from the water. His memory returned to him slightly as the danger of this situation dawned to him. He looked at his chest and arms. There were burns and cuts everywhere. His hand was bleeding. A drop of blood dripped down from his forehead onto his brow, and then into his milky-white left eye. "My mask... Wounds... Blood!" He stammered as he looked up to adrass. "Stay away... Stay away." He almost wispered. His wretched face twisted into agony as he tugged at his arms, trying to make Adrass stop touching him. "Infections... Infection. You'll die. Death! Stay away..." His muscles were barely strong enough to move his head to look towards his leather bag that was at the shore of the river. "My supplies. Hand me my supplies." He said with a slightly more strong tone of voice as he saw a way out of this awful situation. His breathing was quick and distressed. He knew he wasn't going to die. But he didn't want others to die because of his negligence.

Flinch All hope was lost. The dagger the Iron maiden had thrown had hit him in his left arm, delving deep into his flesh and muscle. His final companion had plunged down the cliff. He was all on his own now. This giant metal juggernaut would kill him with one blow. He was wounded prey. Pinned down by a predator so much more powerful than he was. There was no chance that he could take that... Thing out with his marginal arsenal of weapons and tricks. He was a doctor for heavens sake, not a warrior! But there was a way to escape... The cliff. Jump down it like everyone else and hope for the best. But running off like a coward was not exactly his style. "I'd rather go out guns blazing..." And that was exactly what he was going to do. He stepped back to the edge of the cliff, keeping his eyes on the enemy, making sure he wouldn't be charged and impaled by the giant weapons she was holding. "Well then... I suppose we've come to the end of the line. You're a sick fuck you know? I don't know how but you done did it. You murdered everyone. Your own men, and us. You don't deserve to live anymore because you spread death like a disease." Humorously, he was monologueing, but not very seriously. He was actually chuckling all the time. He liked a little bit of a melodramatic end to his existence. He took the environment to hart. Perhaps the last image he would ever see. The peaceful forest in the background, the raging waters beneath him and the iron statue in front of him. The night had covered the land in a mysterious glow. Blue and white dominated the spectrum of colors as the moon and the stars shone down on the land. It was a beautiful view to die to. "I present you..." Inserting a dramatic pause to his cackling last words. "The finger of death!" With the speed and efficiency that could've equalled a pistolera he pulled out the alchemically charged firearm with his right, unharnmed arm and aimed it at the Iron Maiden's chest, arm extended. He pulled the trigger. A bright flash of white, a thundering explosion and searing heat followed, tearing away at Flinch's protetive suit. The knockback was so tremendous that he was immediately launched off the cliff. The bullet was fired. It had reached amazing speed. It was flying straight at the maiden. If she wouldn't die now, he could at least say he tried. Flinch's cackling laughter tore through the slowly decreasing rumbling noise that the explosion had brought forth. It was loud and shrill, and abruptly ended with a splash. The cold water consumed his burnt and bruised body, giving him a slight sense of tranquility instead of shock. It was so very tempting to just stop now. To end this madness and to slip away into the cold unforgiving abyss of death. "I survived the plague, so I'm going to survive this!" Were the thoughts that penetrated the fog which kept his mind in serenity. Quickly his thoughts cleared. He had to take action. Adrenalin surged through his veins as he started to move. The raging water threw him around, but he managed to tear off his mask and coat. Briefly he surfaced, giving him the oppertunity to inhale the sweet oxygen. Then he was pulled below the surface again. He couldn't go long without oxygen, and his heavy leather clothing didn't exactly make it easier to stay at the surface. He hoped that it would all be over soon. That he could get out of this alive and go on with his life. Why did he have to help these random travelers? Why didn't he just leave them to their fate? It's not like he could've made a difference anyway. Then he felt the current come to rest. He quickly started moving again, since he could feel that he was strong enough to fight the current now... or the current was weak enough for him to fight it. He swum to the surface and inhaled loudly, taking in the fresh air like it was godly nectar. He then swum to the side of the river with some difficulty, fighting against the powerful stream of water, but he eventually managed to crawl on the shore. He lay there for a moment, the adrenalin slowly starting to loose effect. He breathed slowly, and laughed softly. He had manged to save his backpack. At least he could still save himself from his wounds now. The burns started to hurt now, and he felt a few pieces of shrapnel from the firearm stuk in his hand. His muslces were hurting, and he couldn't hear properly, only percieving a high pitched noise that slowly started to lose volume. That was not good, but it would have to wait. Now he was just glad he was alive.

@@Blue, @, @@Kay Dreamer, Scribblegroove followed Blaze and caught up with him. He then stood still in front of him. "Listen Blaze, I don't think crossing that stream is a very good idea. I am afraid that Kay is not in a state to cross it, and I don't have good feelings about it either." He began, looking straight into Blaze's eyes to get his point across. "It's dangerous, and I feel like it's a hasty descision." He continued, hoping to convince Blaze to turn off this path. "Safety first right?" He said as he looked at Kay. He then looked back at the street. "Why don't we look for somepony to help us... Or otherwise find a safer route. I don't mind having to sleep one night on the street if it guarantees our safety..." He placed his right forehoof up to his chin. There was nopony to be seen right now, so if they wanted help they'd have to go look for it. And even walking small distances would be exhausting and time costly for them, being small as they were.

Disaster everywhere. How did all this happen. He stood there for a moment, confused. His entire plan turned to ash in a fiery blaze of dragon. Adrass' face twisted into one of madness as he saw the princess get knocked of her feet. Not a moment did he hesitate. There was a duty to be fulfilled here. He was a medic! It was his job to keep these people alive on the battlefield. And right now, his only chance were the guns that Adrass had given him. He stepped back, letting Adrass distract and threats as he got to work with lightning speed. He already noticed that a few others had decided to jump off the cliff to follow the princess, but Adrass was trusting him to help, so that was what he was going to do. He let his backpack slide off his back and opened his metal mask slightly, he placed one of the metal bullets in his mouth and let it float around there as he continued. He grabbed several vials and his injection needle. The needle infused with the power of fire, stolen from a powerful pyromancer's last breath. He poured a few liquids into the needle, spit in it, threw in a few herbs and then closed his needle's reservoir. He shook the mixture heavily, and the dropped the needle on the ground. With fingers as fast as lightning he proficiently reloaded two of the guns with normal gunpowder and bullets, and tucked them in his belt. The last gun however, he held in his hand, poured in the gunpowder and then injected the drab mixture from his needle into I as well. It glowed softly orange. The inside of the gun was now glowing, dirty and a little wet, but he knew his plan was going to work. He removed the bullet from his mouth, poured a different alchemical mixture over it and let it slide down the barrel. He then threw everything back in his bag and heaved it back on his back. All this done in a measily 40 seconds. He turned to face Adrass again, who was standing a few meters away from him. Seeing him was already difficult in this fog, so he stepped a little closer. He whispered into his ear. "If you give me one opportunity, one opening I her defense and I will disintegrate her." He said in complete seriousness. He then carefully placed back the two normally loaded guns into their respective holsters. Then he waited for a fight to commence.

Chaos ensued around Flinch as the situation started to become desperate. The enemy and the diseases they were carrying had caught up with them. The people bitten by those dogs would need a cure within hours or succumb to the deadly parasites that had infested them. He was worried. Very worried. This metal juggernaut that was charging at them was unstoppable by all means. Then the Mage named Zaddion summoner a smoke screen, adding to the fog that the archer had created earlier. Vision started to become more and more irrelevant as the smoke thickened. He realized that 'now would be a good time to leg it...' But he decided against it. If this was truly the princess everyone was trying to save, he should attempt to help them as well. It could mean the end to the dreadful disease that had already take so many. And besides, what fun is there in running off like a coward when you can start some fireworks!? He heard the voices of his new companions. Distressed, panicked, and some of them were probably wounded. More infections he had to treat. But that was not of concern now. He stepped towards the man wielding guns. The only one who seemed to know what he was doing. "I'm afraid retreating is the best option to defend your princess sir, but if you really want to fight, hand me over those guns and some bullets so I can reload them for you." He said witha voice as innocent as possible. He had a plan, and not a very strong plan. No, a completely insane plan that would probably get then killed... Just the way he liked it! He yelled through the smoke. "All of you, RUN! I might be able to treat your wounds later if you retreat now!" His voice resonated through the wounds, loud, clear and cracked. He then faced the assassin again. If he wouldn't be wearing his mask, the assassin would see him grinning. "Let's create a distraction shall we?" He said softly, his voice obviously revealing his excitement. Then an enormous fireball charged into the fight. "Oh look, half our job has been done for us. Now let's finish it. Hand me those guns!" He said, holding his hand out in front of him, quickly looking around to see if there was any threat coming directly at them.

Scribblegroove enjoyed his coffee silently as he pondered. He was still a little worried about his schedule. Could he go to the fair with them? Could he afford to spend all that time on something other than studying? He frowned. "I have to admit it all sounds incredibly tempting, but I am not sure if I can go." He told the two mares. "It all depends on when you want to go to the fair. He added, hoping not to dissapoint them that quickly. He put down his coffee and put his hoof to his chin. "I suppose I can skip one rehearsal, but Zephner won't be too happy about that." He thought out loud. He turned his frown into a smile. "But let's not worry about that right now. I will indeed be playing tonight, and not in the fashion like you've seen me play before. I won't be using magic for the most part. After all, I am a pianist in my core." He explained excitedly. He brightened up a little. He grabbed one of the cookies that he had been offered earlier and took a bite, creating a little variation on just the taste of the coffee. He ignored Anala's suggestion on Kay joining him on stage completely. He munched on the cookie a little and swallowed, and the quickly continued: "Zephner and I have been going through a lot of things that help me alter my play style with classical influences. You'll notice that the jazz I'm going to play is vaguely classical as well. I love mixing genres, it opens up so many possibilities!" The stage in the distant part of the room looked very inviting. He couldn't wait to start showing off his skills. "On the subject of my performance, how long before I am going to start?" He asked Java as he picked up his cup again and took another sip. The coffee energized him, and even made him somewhat hyper, as far as 'hyper' went for him... He then looked at the piece of art that Java had made for Anala. He whistled. "Well Anala, looks like you've been given quite the treat! I don't know how you do it Java..."

Rule 40

Through the goggles of his mask he peered at his patients arm, carefully stitching together the small cuts that would pose a problem if they weren't closed properly. He finished the last one and took the bandage from his bag. He skillfully wrapped it around the mages arm. "The man who just saved your life is called Flinch. You may thank me later..." He said as he gave the Mage a pat on the shoulder. He stood up, and caught up with the current conversation, having picked up a few things while working on healing the mages' arm. "So you're the princess!" He said loudly, adressing the woman who was claimed to be their lands savior. "So you're supposed to save us from the plague that had been infesting our lands and covering us with the depressing cloud of horrifying misery. How wonderful. At last we can be released of this terrible curse. It's very frustrating for a medic to have untreatable patients you know. It doesn't do much good for your reputation." He said with a cackling voice. "I mean, I tried to explain to the townspeople why their elder had died. 'The disease is untreatable' I had said. 'You're most likely all going to die of the contagion' I had explained, but they couldn't help but blame me and make me flee out of town like I was some kind of which. I can't help it that they aren't as prepared against contagion as I am." He rambled on, not pausing to breathe a single time. He then remembered something quite important. "But princess, you are not safe here. We must move now! Not only are the mercenaries closing in, but I am afraid I released a deadly concoction of diseases and parasites to throw the hunters off. Both the cloud of death and the mercenaries could catch up with us any moment now." He explained as if it were a the weather he was taking about.

The crow-man groaned in frustration. "I'm not talking about you moron, I'm talking about him!" He said loudly as he pointed his gloved finger at the Mage known as Zaddion. "He is clearly dying of fatal wounds. You must act now!" He explained as clearly as he could. He retrieved his backpack and walked towards the body whose last hours, or minutes, were wasting away. @Sanctified Absence "Trust me, I'm a doctor..." He mumbled as he bent over his patient to see what he had to do to treat him. This certainly was something he had seen nor treated before. But of course, he could improvise. He retrieved the big pneumatic injection needle from his belt, and grabbed two vials. "These two concoctions were made to enhance your own regenerative healing systems. I'm going magically enhance them and inject them straight into your bloodstream. They should help your arms to heal in their own way, keeping those neat little crystals intact." He said as prepared the mixture in the injection needle's reservoir. He didn't hesitate for a moment and stung the needle straight in the mans wrist, perfectly accurate, and injected the fluid into his arm. The strange magical pattern seemed become a little more opaque, as if his body was trying to preserve energy to heal the wounds around the tattoos, and showed the wounds underneath the crystal. He reckoned he would have to treat those normally, and let his own body do the rest of the work. He took two vials, bandages and needle and thread out of his bag. He looked at the needle for a second. It looked relatively clean. "Eh, good enough." He said to himself softly as he got to work. He began with treating the wound using a salve from the first vial. It stopped the bleeding a little, as it very quickly healed the outer bits of the wound. He then poured a liquid from another vial over the wound. This would prevent infections and cause the wound to heal quicker. The wounds would close and the crystal tattoo would heal alongside his skin. "If anyone has a problem with me sewing your friend together you should say so now..." He said sarcastically as he prepared the needle and thread. Closing all those little cuts would be quite a tough job. He decided to only close the largest one with small stitches, and then bind the rest together in bandages. That should do the trick. (I hope this is ok...)