for peace of mind (open!!)

[thenobledie]

Who: everyone and their hopefully still living mothers...
When: June 1st and onward
Where: EVERYWHERE
Format: action or prose, whichever works!
What: The war is over, and everyone can relax. Or cry. Whichever.
Warnings: n/a?

PATROL HEADQUARTERS

THE DOJO

THE CLINIC

( ooc | did the major locations! but add others, and i will update the entry with

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the clinic;

[thenobledie]

[charmprince]

[She side-eyes him, thoughtful.] Retirement? You don't seem old enough. [Then again, she was a little biased; no one seems old enough to retire when you're older than them, after all.] But it seems like no one gets to choose when they can lay down their weapons. Especially here, when you kind of need them whenever things get dicey.

[Four days. She could remember that, she guesses.] I'll be careful until then, I guess. [And by careful, what she really means is 'I'll try to remember them about ten seconds before I rip them trying to lift something too heavy for me'.]

Out of the habit... [She'd never been allowed to fall out of it; even when there was hardly anyone to fight, when all the rebellions had been quashed, she'd still been dragged out of her bed every morning, pre-dawn, by an insistent Ildon, who'd supervise her training for two hours before freeing her to find a place to hide from the responsibility of the day.] Guns are quicker and easier to use, I'll give them that. But swords feel a lot more... [She gestures as she looks

[fingersloophole]

[Yay! Someone who doesn't think he's old enough for retirement. There's even a little tiny smile on his lips as he finishes wrapping the wound.] You should stay still for as long as you can manage. It seems as though you lost a lot of blood. And I'm past the retirement age for being in the field in my profession. I should retire to office work, at the least.

[He doesn't want to. But it's only a matter of time before he's too slow. Before the people he's chasing are a third his age instead of half and he can't keep up.] I admire swordsmen...swordswomen I suppose as well. Honor isn't something you keep intact in my line of work. At least not anything but your personal honor. [He has shot people in the back. He'd do so again. He's not a SOLDIER, after all.]

I am good. Very good enough to survive to my age. Are you good with your blade?

[charmprince]

[She makes a bit of a face at the prospect of staying still, but she'll make an attempt, she guesses.] I can't imagine office work. Being trapped in the same place, doing the same things, over and over again-- [...Actually, it wasn't all that different from home. Or here, if you stretched your mind and tilted your head.] Well, maybe I need to grow up a bit more before I can stop thinking it'd be really boring. Life on the battlefield's all I've known for the majority of my life

[fingersloophole]

Where I come from, killing people involves a good deal of paperwork. [And he was frequently the one to finish it because most of his Turks lost their pens or got blood on the forms or just forgot to do so. And someone had to keep things in order. He was training a few lackeys to pick up the slack but they had a bad habit of quitting on him. Or dying.]

We age. We change, even without aging. What suits you now might not suit you in ten years or in ten minutes. [That feels profound, somehow, but it's really just the truth. He's not doing the same as he was at sixteen or at thirty or at twenty four.] Killing and dying are both messy business. When you get too emotionally attached to what you do, there are problems. You have to think of yourself as something else...and you kill in the process of that job. Instead of being a killer for another reason. [He's well aware he's a murderer. But he at least likes to think it's for a good reason.]As you've said, there's nothing here to do but train. I would offer my assistance but I'm rather sure

[charmprince]

Where I'm from, it involves a quick blade and hopefully a good reason. Maybe things would be better if it DID involve paperwork. It'd certainly cut down on the number of people who attack out of nowhere. [If all her would-be assassins had submitted paperwork, she would probably have had a lot less need for a security detail at all times.]

Probably not even ten minutes, honestly. [She's just making light, though. She knows it's true. The Asellus of sixty years ago was just happy getting As in class and working part-time for her aunt. The Asellus of today would chafe so badly in the same roles. But she's quiet as he continues.] That's it, that's it exactly. You have to... what's the word, compartmentalize? [Not deny it entirely, though. She was still Asellus, but she wasn't just herself when she'd had to do the things she'd done. She was-- though she hated the title-- the leader of Facinaturu. It was her job, so she couldn't help it.

It always felt so unhealthy to think of it that way, but at least she's not alone in that.] It's got

the clinic - Tonks stumbles in, again. (open 6/1)

[wotchesyou]

Tonks has a horrible sense of dejavu when she walks through the clinic doors. Hadn't she just done this? Hadn't she just had a battle and had walked back to the clinic in search of care? She blinks and then looks to the left and to the right.

She had.

The first time was a fight with Bellatrix that had left Tonks buried under rubble for the better part of a day. She had not been seriously injured, just a few scrapes and bruises though she was on the little dehydrated side. It had been easy to treat her injuries, a few spells, tea and she was good to go again.

It hadn't been long after sunset when Tonks found herself being stalked by a cat. It hadn't been normal cat, the beast had been a long and sleek killer. There had been no escaping it. It found her wherever she went all through the night. Tonks and the cat fought several times.

When the sun came up, that battle ceased.

This time? She feels the weight of everything. Tonks could do with a good rest. She could also do with a change of clothing but that'll have to come later.

[thenobledie]

Some time after her much needed rest, Shirley tends to work: healing patients, directing the staff, relieving some volunteers. She tips her head when Tonks walks into the clinic and shifts away from the counter she is next to.

"Nymphadora."

[wotchesyou]

"Have you seen Dende?" That's the first thing out of her mouth and not a correction about what she likes to be called. That is normally something she corrects automatically. Dende, however, is far more important. "He's the little green guy."

[thenobledie]

"He should be busy with patients," and Shirley's tone isn't particularly concerned. His healing abilities are impressive, but now that the war has calmed, there isn't a concern of the dead or a crowd rushing the small alien. She trusts he is doing fine and that another staff would alert her, if he weren't.

[wotchesyou]

"Has he rested at all? You know, it takes a bit out of him to heal." Tonks has first-hand experience with his abilities. She looks around, wondering if she can spy him from where she is standing.

[thenobledie]

Shirley hadn't known that before, but she can't say she is particularly surprised; such power tends to be draining for its users. "I believe so, yes."

[wotchesyou]

"You believe so? D'you know for sure?" Tonks teeters for a moment herself. "I think I'll go find him and find out."

[thenobledie]

A pause. Then, Shirley nods and motions toward a doorway; she is already moving back toward the counter.

Re: the clinic; OPEN~

[holy_pickle]

[Dende had been running around non-stop over the past few days, the only rest he'd gotten were the few 'surprise naps' when he just didn't have any energy left to continue. Judging by the ways he's wobbling as he walks and rubbings his eyes he's probably going to be due for another one pretty soon, but until his little battery runs out, he's up and healing those with lesser injuries. He hasn't even bothered to change out of his robe, which has gotten rather dirty. It's irksome but materializing a new robe would take up valuable energy he could use for healing.

At the moment the small Namekian child is sitting on the ground, sipping from a small cup of water. Hopefully a short rest could keep him going a while longer...]

Re: the clinic; OPEN~

[wotchesyou]

There you are!

[ Tonks is sorry that Dende has to see her in her current state but she is happy to see him. She's all scratched and clawed up, a bit dirty too. ]