DISEASED MIND [ HOPE/OPEN]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png]XX The Wings Of Freedom Sings [style=width:350px;height:350px;overflow: auto;font-family:calibri;font-size:12px;text-align:justify;line-height: 100%] A BROKEN MARIONETTE , unfortunately, due to the nature of Miumi’s work as a MARK HUNTER , he had been under pressure due to the slew of sudden jobs, which had mostly been caused by his recent rising within the rankings. Dark circles and bags lingered underneath his eyes giving an almost raccoon like appearance, but also is movements were strange and almost faintly robotic as he lacked the fluidity of his normal movements and often stumbled. He had taken a brief break in the OUT POST , relying on his precious weapon OKAMIGA NO ONI to cleave open one of the nearby cacti and drain of its water in order to sustain himself. He also ravenously and gluttonously devour a piece of meat that had managed to buy off one of the merchants, however it only managed to sooth the pangs of pain, which occasionally erupted through his stomach as well as tide off the waves of nausea and dizziness that had been sweeping over him. He had yet to grasp while within his humanoid state he was far weaker despite being the same being and had yet to fully realize his own limits against some of the feeble prey he hunted. Slowly, he would rise up from the wooden crate that he had been resting upon, as he would adjust the crimson ribbon that bound his layered sable locks up and kept them from sticking to his neck. Unfortunately, one of his marked missions required him to traverse through the Yardang Labyrinth . A faint sigh would escape from between his coral colored lips as he looked upwards towards the wide expanses of the cerulean sky, but avoided looking at the blazing and hot Dalmascan sun. His thoughts drifted away from the task at the hand for the time being and as they did, a low and seductive voice rang out within his ears. He no longer flinched when he heard that voice of velvet and had long since given up looking over his shoulder because no matter how quick he reacted there was never anyone there. “Find our Lady Altima.” Unfortunately, that voice often leads Miumi to question his sanitiy, because he was the sole person whom could hear it. However, he embraced the voice perhaps because it had been the first thing he had heard when he had awoken within that village. Oddly, he had no memory prior to that aside from waking up within a puddle of blood perfectly fine, but surrounded by many dead bodies. He would push those thoughts back into the dark chambers of his mind, as he would turn to face the steep canyon entrance to the Yardang Labyrinth . His petite body looked miniscule in comparison to the high walls that surrounded him now. He didn’t remember how far he had walked encountering a few cacti’s, which had managed to easily dispatch with a few swings of his scythe or a quick spell. He seemed to almost drone onwards as soon beads of sweat had begun to cling to his forehead and glistened like crystals. His porcelain hands kept rising upwards to wipe it from his brow and prevent it from spilling into his eyes, which were darting around taking in ever little detail. Oddly, one would probably notice they were not only different colors, while one was an icy blue the other was a deep chocolate brown, but they also were slit much like a serpents. An occasional sound would cause his ears to twitch or cone towards the source of a sound much like a wolves would naturally do. He also had gotten into the habit of twitching his tail when a fly or a mosquito would land upon it. However, midway through the labyrinth, suddenly his entire world would blur and he found it hard to focus. It lasted for a couple moments before his world went black as his body fell forward collapsing upon the ground. His legs sprawled at strange angles upon the scorching alabaster and golden sand. His weapon had been stored a while ago and lay in the holster that hung loosely from his hips. His petite body had only the leather jacket, which had a fur, lined hoodie and a shirt that was split at around the navel to frame his body’s shape as well as allow a full range of movement. His skirt, which only managed to cover the bare necessities and a little more, while it, was also made of leather, but it had layers of cloth stitched to the outer layers so that it did not cling to the body when he got hot. Finally his legs which had a variety of straps made of leather coiled up and down their lengths and locked in place by a series of golden clasps. While his eyes flicked open once or twice, he saw figures approaching him and for a moment felt weightless as he was picked up, but that was the last thing he remembered. It was unknown how much time had passed but when Miumi awoken he was within a room that had over hanging fluroscent lights of some sort. His first instinct was to sniff the air, while there was a mydrid of scents he couldn’t recognize, countless people must have been through the room various times, but unfortunately Miumi picked up the undeniable smell of sickness, albeit faint and well masked by the smell of disinfectants. His focus soon came to the faint pain in his right arm he had been attached to a series of tubes which were filtering water into his system. He looked down and slowly began to reach his hand over to remove it but was stopped by the sound of foot-steps approaching. Instictively he reached for his weapon but found that it wasn’t by his side where it should have been.

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The Academy was rather busy today. People were coming in from different worlds looking for information, citizens needing help when the Restoration Committee was stretched thin. Intel was gathering information on people and the worlds. Research was working on new technology to make defending the worlds even easier. The Public Relations department was out in town today helping people. At the head of everything going on, the leader of the Academy Hope Estheim was walking around with a tablet in hand. He was going over data while checking on the different departments for status updates and productivity. With the Academy gaining reputation and popularity with its endeavors, making sure everything was running at top efficiency was crucial.

As Hope finished his first rounds for the day, he would head to his office. Paperwork upon more paperwork; just what he needed. Being the Leader of the Academy as not all fun and sunshine; so much work to be had. Hope sometimes spent a night or two working constantly with no sleep, but he was used to it by now. He would sit down to tackle his paperwork when he would get a call. He picked up his phone to see who it was. The Research Department. A subject was brought in today, in critical condition. Subject has been stabilized; we are requesting permission to set the subject up for study.

With Hope being the Director of Research, all experimentation needed to be authorized by him. He did not hear anything about any found subjects being brought into the Academy. Someone did not communicate effectively and would hear it later. "You will keep this subject where it is and do not do anything to it until I come down. I will be there immediately to examine the subject myself." Hope would hang up and rise with a sigh. No rest for him today it seemed. Hope would head down into the Research Department labs. Here the Academy was less crowded thanks to the area being authorized personnel only. As he headed into the labs, he would notice something very off. What seemed to be a young girl on a table with tubes in her arm...What was she doing here?

"Is this the subject that was brought in? This is not a research subject...This is an injured girl.." Hope would pick up a chart with the data on the girl nearby. "...Correction; an injured...boy? Either way, I want this person moved directly to the med wing for treatment." Hope would walk over to the table with the boy, smiling a bit when he saw him awake. "I am Hope Estheim, Leader of the Academy and Director of Research. Right now you are in the Research Department by mistake, but you will be moved to the med bay immediately. It says that you were found in a desert in critical condition. We will do all we can to help you recover...Can you tell me your name?"

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png]XX The Wings Of Freedom Sings [style=width:350px;height:350px;overflow: auto;font-family:calibri;font-size:12px;text-align:justify;line-height: 100%] A WOLF BEARS ITS FANGS , once the door had slid open the scent of another wafted in and assaulted Miumi’s sensitive nose. His face would twist suddenly changing from the bewildered to one of fear. His face would tighten the childish demeanor that radiated from him was masked by the aura of blood-lust. His coral colored lips would part bucking upwards revealing the ivory fangs, which his tongue slid along in a way that suggested that he was consumed by a ravenous hunger; which wasn’t exactly wrong. His serpentine eye would narrow, while their iris and pupil area expanded in a distinct fashion, which displayed fear and anger. It was at this point that Miumi took notice of the low frequent beeping that echoed throughout the room; it was a heart monitor that had a singular patch pressed along one of his major arteries in his neck. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest, possibly only made worse by the feeling of his fight and flight instincts trying to kick in. However, Miumi wasn’t able to grasp that Hope was just worried about his well being yet and perceived him as a threat, possibly because of the circumstances; awakening in a foreign room with no one around him for an undisclosed amount of time. Miumi’s hand trembled as he managed to muster up the strength to feebly raise it and let t rest upon is arm over the needle, which was connected to the small narrow rubber tubing. He could feel the oddly foreign material beneath his fingers and allowed it to slide along the lengt noticing it was smother one way than the other and that he could stop the flow by merely pinching down. He did that once or twice testing as Hope began his advance. The moment the other’s steps echoed within the room Miumi’s face tightened again and a low feral growl emanated from the depths of his throat and chest producing a truly guttural sound. Miumi hadn’t thought to speak out quite yet and was acting upon his instincts, which unfortunately despite his humanoid feature were much more primal. When Hope grabbed the chart Miumi’s hand closed around the needle clenching it and slowly using his nail to extract it with subtly. However, not realizing as soon as it was free another series of noises had filled the air and when the other grabbed the chart Miumi daringly swung his hand out with needle in hand but the dizziness made him fall sideways against the railing of the bed with an audible clang and gasp from Miumi. Panic, once more surged throughout his mind, not only on the question of what had he been injected with, a small spurt had come out and landed on his skin and he sniffed the air, it was odorless so he assumed it was water. Hope, however didn’t seem as outwardly phased, perhaps because this wasn’t the first time he had been in such a situation or because he had known how weak Miumi was from dehydration. Unfortunately, from the excitement, Miumi would enter a coughing fit for a moment and allowed the needle to fall from his hand and it would idly clatter against the cold railings. He would allow himself to stare blankly at the ceiling as the other continued to drone onwards, but a few distinct things were troublesome. In a way, perhaps it was the fact that he initially was referred to as a research subject, or the fact that he was going to be transferred to the medical bay, which he had no idea where that was. In a moment, the coughing fit would cease and his tiny hands would rise upwards and gingerly rub the gentle dip where his sternum was. He oddly realized by this point he couldn’t speak even if he wanted to when he tried to he realized that his lips felt oddly like sandpaper and gritty; which meant he couldn’t of been in this room for too long. His hands clutched his throat when he tried to speak and realized how dry it was as he attempted to swallow some of his saliva but it offered no reprieve. Miumi would look down at the needle following the veins of rubber back to the bag, which now was half-full of water. His arms slowly placed against the railing as he attempted to reach for it but still was quite weak and only managed to fall. This time his arm smacked quite hard against the frame work causing a distinct ping to ring outwards. He swallowed his pride and looked towards Hope his fingers would slowly uncurl from the fists of frustration and point towards the IV bag . When Miumi tried to speak again it was merely a hoarse noise, he seemed to be having trouble forming the syllables he needed, but he managed to force out a hoarse croak. That single statement had been drawn out over the course of around half of a minute, clearly showing that his state had truly been quite bad, he didn’t even know how long he had been laying on the scorching sand. “ W.aaa.tt.errr…. “

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Hope watched at the young boy tried to make an attack, but was too weak and dehydrated to do much of anything. The boy was in terrible condition, and needed immediate treatment. Once the boy reached out towards the water bag and managed to get out the word 'water', Hope put down the clipboard. "Get the boy hooked back up to the IV, and ready for transport to the med bay." Hope would fetch a glass from a nearby cabinet and fill it with water from a sink in the room. "You are very dehydrated, and the IV is to help rehydrate your body." He would look to the boy and kneel down. "This water is to help your throat. You can drink it, but you have to trust me afterwards."

Hope would hand the young boy as he would be helped up onto a roller-table by nurses before the IV would be reinserted. Hope would take the glass away as soon at the boy finished the glass. "I'll stay with you until your out of critical state..." Hope would watch as the boy would be prepared to be moved. "So now that you've had a drink, are you able to tell me your name? If not, we can get you a board to write on until you can speak." A nurse would wheel the bed with the boy our of the labs and down the hall, the machines and IV attached to him being wheeled with him. Hope would walk beside the bed as they moved down one hall, turned down another, and made a couple more turns and through doors before reaching the med bay.

The med bay was a large room filled with beds, cabinets full of different potions, and some desks with files. "This is the med bay. Here we make sure to take the upmost care of everyone in need." Nurses would help him into a bed, moving the machines and IV still attached beside the bed. Hope would pull up a chair and look at the boy. "I'm sure you're a bit scared and confused. I run the place here so feel free to ask me anything." Hope would keep a calm, smiling face to try and keep the young boy from feeling more afraid than he needed to be. Today may have been a busy day, but Hope would not let a patient go frantic in fear. This was a place that welcomed people, and Hope would take his own time to help anyone in need.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png]XX The Wings Of Freedom Sings [style=width:350px;height:350px;overflow: auto;font-family:calibri;font-size:12px;text-align:justify;line-height: 100%] A FERAL CRY , it had managed to wrench itself seamlessly from in between Miumi’s fissured lips, which had been decorated with a few splotches of crimson as well as the few rivets which were only smeared by a quick sweep of his tongue. In his moment of weakness, the emotional guard that had once stood strung had been reduced to rubble and crumbled effortless into dust in the wind. The backlash however was apparently when his eyes began to well with tears and on the right side a solitude tear slid from the corner of his right eye and made a quick descent down the right cheek. It chose to linger upon the edge of his chin. It was soon splayed upon the thin sheet that covered his abdomen as a guttural heart wrenching sob claimed him; shame washed over him as he felt weak. He had once been whom lived upon the battle field and danced upon it, pivoting amongst those whom fought painting the ground with crimson ribbons. His chest heaved once more as his hand closed around the cup that hope offered him. He nodded his head slowly as he allowed his eyes to slide towards those whom reinserted the needle into his arm. A sharp sting and a quick prick signifying it was in. His hand clenched on it as he slowly lowered back onto the roller table. One could hear the sound of the glass tingling as hairline cracks appeared on it’s crystalline sides. It wasn’t stable one could see Miumi’s hands quivering and shaking as his nerves appeared to be quite a wreck. He slowly brought the cup to the edge of his lips and as he shook the glass a few droplets touched his crackled lips. A low lewd hiss slid from between his lips as if it burned like acid. He glutinously began to gulp it down ignoring the feeling of it trickling down the sides of his face and when it was done he slowly handed it back to Hope, whom had extended his hand to collect the glass. Miumi stared blankly up at the ceiling as he was carted down his head craned away from Hope as he slowly bring his legs inwards towards his chest. His pride was injured far worse than he was. A soft quivering slowly stilled as Miumi managed to calm down slightly by the time they arrived to the MEDBAY . His head would twist towards Hope. His lips would part for a moment as he allowed his voice to fill the room, amongst the hustling and bustling of nurses and machinery it was a mere whisper upon the wind. The tone of his voice was oddly childish and extremely feminine, however it also seemed to be imparted with wisdom that sounded distant; much the ideals of a philosopher. His eyes would lock wit Hope’s occasionally pulsating as they adjusted to the bright lights that hung above him. [purple] Miumi…

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Hope sat next to the boy waiting for his answer. He knew the boy would be here for a while recovering from what he had been through. How could someone so young go through such hell to wind up in this condition? He knew not where the boy came from, what he'd been through, or what to do once he recovered. It was at this moment that the boy mentioned his name, though is was but a whisper. Probably due to his severe dehydration that he could barely speak. "Miumi huh? Interesting name." Hope would stand and fetch a data tablet, returning soon after. He would be touching the screen, moving things around on it, typing when needed. Well Miumi, you are probably confused, maybe even a little scared from waking up here without know how or what is going on. I'll do my best to explain what i know, and will stay here as long as I can while you recover."

Hope would take another look at Miumi's clipboard. He would flip through a couple pages that were attached."So from what is recorded here, you were found in a desert. Severely dehydrated and on the brink of death. Your body has suffered greatly for it. It's why it probably hurts to move, and why you can't speak." He would then hand the data pad to Miumi, a white screen with one eraser button in the upper right hand corner. "Having you speak would probably not be best. You are weak and need your fluids replaced. I'll tell you a bit about where you are, and what goes on here. If you have any questions or want to say anything, you can write it on the pad. The button in the corner clears the writing."

Hope would sit back and think for a few moments. He didn't want to overwhelm the boy with too much too soon. He had to be careful with what he explained. "Well for starters, this is the Academy. I am the leader of this place. In simplest terms, we are a collection of a lot of people from different worlds, all working together to protect all the worlds from danger and working towards a brighter future for them. We go to different worlds to observe and study. Which is why you were found and brought here." He would not go into specifics of what happens in the walls of the Academy. Though a boy, the child wielded a weapon and needed to be treated with caution. Besides, Hope did not want to drag a child like him into the world the Academy dealt with.

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Rapunzel was exited. Today was the first day that she was getting to work with a patient on her own. For the last couple of weeks she had someone from the Academy by her side to help her thru her training period in the hospital wing. Which this was kind of strange to anyone who knew what the girl with the 70 feet of hair could do. The truth was that she didn’t tell anyone about her secret ability yet. She wasn’t sure if she could trust them and that played a key factor in whom she let see her power…Well that and if the situation desperately called for it. So she asked those in the Academy that knew her and her power not to tell anyone. She knew that some people would try to take advantage of her power, weather it would be fellow member or even patient, and she really didn’t want that. It was one thing that Gothel was right about and that was a greedy heart would go thru any means to achieve its greed. And with that being said she would heal with the other method that the Worlds around her brought with medicine, potions, and other sources provided.

Rapunzel’s hair was braided up to keep it from getting in the way for herself or anyone else. She pulled a cart full of medical supplies on it behind her. It had potions, ointments, water, needles, bandages, and all sorts of thing that she might need for this. Oh and upon the cart also rode the little chameleon and loyal friend Pascal. She happily went walked along as she read thru the chart that was given to her. “It says here that this person is a John Doe.” She said with a slight frown. That meant that the person in question hasn’t revealed there name yet. She didn’t like not knowing someone’s name that she was going to be working with. It put up barriers between them. She liked treating everyone like they were a friend and getting to know them better so they could be friends for real.

The girl the held the flower’s power stopped right outside the Med Bay. She could hear a voice inside that sounded like Hope’s. She took a deep breath and looked back at Pascal. The lizard stuck is chest out and she giggled and entered the room. She saw Hope sitting next to the bed and the patient seemed to be conversing with the director. She found it strange of this since a name to the patient was not yet given to her and she had thought it was due to him being unconscious but he was clearly awake now.

The Princess nodded at Hope in greeting and went over to the IV to make sure it still had water in it since the carts mentioned something about dehydration. “Hello my name is Rapunzel.” She said sweetly and warmly as she checked all the hook up. “And I will be the nurse that is assigned to you.”


Rapunzel turned to the patient and smiled. She all of the sudden found herself stepping back in fear and shock. Her patient was build was small much like a child and had very feminine features but the chart definitely said he was a boy. But that isn’t what scared the girl.

Rapunzel backed up and found support from the wall that was behind her as she stumbled from not paying attention. Her eyes were wide and her eyebrows rose almost to her hair line. Her mouth was dropped open and the rosy color to her skin and turned pale white. If you could have managed to put a black wig on her she would have been mistaken for Snow White.

Her reaction was due to that fact that her Patient had dog ears, a puffy black tail, and pointy white teeth. Well it looks like Gothel was two for two now. Rapunzel found the men with pointy teeth as well as greedy heart. Boy this was upsetting. She was a nurse not a vet! How was this suppose to work?

Rapunzel found herself breathing hard trying to put this all together in her mind. She had heard from other co-works that some worlds held beings that had animal features or that can turn into animals. She had thought at the time that they were just stories….fairytales even. Then again, she had met a really fairy once before. The young girl’s mind couldn’t wrap around it. Pascal also seemed to notice the boy’s features because he was hiding behind an Alcohol bottle hissing like mad.

Rapunzel looked at the boy and then at Hope, then back at the boy, and finally back at Hope. She looked at the director for some kind of reassurance. All the while she was slowly reaching or a bed pan that was on the table next to her. It was the next best thing since she didn’t have her frying pan with her. Slowly she got closer and closer to the table and all the while Pascal hissed.

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Miumi’s face was laced with concentration as he tried to focus one could suddenly see a series of small fairies formed from ether and mana. They floated around and filled the air with a series of childish giggles and would land upon Miumi’s shoulder and attempted to mend it. Meanwhile one could see that Miumi’s face was so sickly pale it was clear that he was doing more harm than good to himself, but his persistence to get better was admirable. In a moment he would cough violently dismissing his spirtes. He hung his head in shame and reluctantly extended his hand and allowed it to close around the data pad that was offered to him. He would run his finger along the screen causing a series of small lines to appear before he would push the button in the corner. He watched as they faded into nothingness. He would look up at HOPE for a moment his eyes resembled a dog that had been kicked when it was down, but none the less he offered a smile to the other. Oddly, the ACADEMY reminded him of the clans, because they did things to help others, but asked for a reward of sorts. They needed to make a living.

He would pause for a moment before he traced his finger along the screen and slowly he managed to spell out a sentence, while the writing was crude and seemed almost foreign; perhaps due to the way that Ivalician’s spoke.

“ Would thoust bring me my bag?

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Miumi’s eyes narrowed at the sound of something coming down the hall. His hands clenched on the edge of the screen as a slight sense of discomfort overwhelmed him. A woman with vibrant blonde hair entered the room and moved about with a purpose, as well as the scent of flowers that clung to her like a fine perfume. It wasn’t unpleasant just sickening in the sense that it reminded him of his failures, as it reminded him of GALBANA LILIES , which he buried his beloved clan-mate with. Then ever few weeks he would take a few more once the others had weltered and almost turned to dust in the harsh desert heat. When they’re eyes met he noticed an instantaneous reaction, the way that RAPUNZEL flinched away from him fear, as if his mere presence was a roaring inferno and she was attempting to distance herself to prevent being consumed. He merely looked at her and craned his head as she stumbled back against the wall. He soundlessly watched as the color drained from her skin and she turned a sickly ashen color and her eyes widened and her eyes brows seemed to disappear. He took notice of the lizard not only by the incessive noise it was making but by the distinct slimy scent of it. He would just advert his gaze awkwardly.

He was always regarded strangely, perhaps not because of his animalistic appearance, but within the clan due to his small stature. None the less he would bite his tongue and stare downwards at the pad saying nothning as he would bring his free hand up to his shoulder clenching it letting out a low hiss of pain.

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This boy was in such a terrible condition. He would be here for a while in order to fully recover. Of course the chances that this boy would just sit back and wait to be cleared were slim. He summoned some fairies to try and help heal himself, though they only healed his one shoulder. His condition was much worse than that one injury. Hope wondered if the boy would survive recovery treatment. Yes he was alive, but barely. It would be a matter of the boy's will to live. The boy would start writing on the screen, asking for his bag. He looked around, but did not see the bag anywhere. "Your bag....hmmm..." He would pull a nurse aside. The boy's belongings that he arrived here with. There should be a bag along with them. Please have the bag brought here." The nurse would nod and head off to fetch the bag.

Hope would then notice the medic Rapunzel come in to the med bay. She was more an stationary medic than a field medic. She had her long hair bundled up as to not cause issues. Hope wanted to have her cut it to it would be a reasonable size, but he was sure that it would not go over too well with her. She said that she was going to be the designated nurse for the young boy during his recovery. "Hello Rapunzel. Yes the boy is a John Doe. He has a hard time speaking right now. Critical condition with severe dehydration. Fluids are being sent into him via IV. I've recommended that he be able to drink some water occasionally. We've been unable to get his name as of this moment." Hope would notice Rapunzel backing away. Maybe it was because of his appearance. Not surprising, but a bit disappointing.

"Yes Rapunzel, the boy looks a bit different than most people coming in here. We have people from many different worlds coming to the Academy, so seeing someone who looks different than others is not too surprising. He still needs treatment like everyone else that comes to the Med Bay." It was then that the nurse from earlier came in with the boy's bag. He would hand it to Hope before returning back to work. 'As you asked, we've gotten your bag for you." Hope would hand the bag to the boy with a smile. "Rapunzel is a kind, caring, gentle, sweet medic. She'll take great care of you." Hope would stand to let Rapunzel move in to do her job. "You really should do something about that hair Rapunzel. 70 feet of hair is a little long don't you think?"

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(OOC: Hope feel free to interact with Pascal. He will interact with you and it could be fun and funny.)

Rapunzel was still determined to back as far away as she could even with the ultimate barrier known as a wall was behind her. The creature in the bed simply looked at her and then looked down. The girl with the long hair stopped reaching for the pan and the pressure on her back from the wall lessened as she looked at the boy. Her face softened to see sadness in his eyes and fear turned to curiosity and kindness as she slowly came off the wall.

Pascal was hissing still and hiding but it was probably due to the boy was a predator to the little lizard. Rapunzel could hear Hope giving her a talk about her reaction to the situation but she put her hand up to silence the young director all the while keeping her eyes on the wounded boy. She could see his shoulder was hurting and walked over to his bed side to examine it. She walked back over to the character and patted Pascal on the head to let him know it was okay but the Chameleon refused to stop hissing. She grabbed a small tub of hot water, two clothes, and the rubbing alcohol. The princess returned to the human-wolf’s side and gentle cleaned the wound with the hot water and cloth. To prevent bacteria from entering and it getting infected she place a small amount of alcohol on the other cloth and placed near the boy’s shoulder. “This may sting a little.” She warned the child before proceeding with cleaning the wound with the alcohol.

Rapunzel wished she could do more for the boy but with the director in the room with her….there wasn’t much she could do other then be a normal medic. She finished cleaning the boys arm and went back over to the cart to put the stuff away and try to hush the hissing Pascal. She looked over at Hope when he mentioned that she should cut her. “Yes Hope, I do look a bit different than most people coming in here. We have people from many different worlds coming to the Academy, so seeing someone who looks different than others is not too surprising.” She gave her cover girl smirk as she thru Hope’s words back in his face. “The point is my hair is very important to who I am and the world that I came from. I have it tied up and it isn’t hurting anyone.” She said a bit less cocky. “In fact…it does the quite the opposite.” She mumbled through her teeth while looking off in a random direction in the room.

Rapunzel returned to look for some other way she could help the child. She looked at the charts about the wounds and the dehydration but there was nothing there that could possibly help her. She looked through the cart and still nothing other than bandages. Bandages where only a temporary fix to the problem and couldn’t cure him of dehydration. Looking past her cart at the boy Rapunzel could help but think that she could help him in the way she wanted to. So she clapped her hand together to get everyone’s attention and went over to where the director was sitting. She tugged at his arm to get him up out of his seat. “Okay Director you have to go for a moment.” She said happily. “I have a test to run and you can’t be in here for it because it would be just awkward for all of us.” She began pushing the man to the door in the hurry. “So out you go mister director….and no peeking.” The long haired medic pushed the man out the door with one good shove. She then grabbed Pascal off the table and placed him on Hope’s shoulder. “Here take him with you. I will call for you when you can come back in.”


Pascal’s mouth was half opened because he was caught in mid hiss but now no sound came out. He blinked a few times in surprise considering how fast he went from being on the cart to on some guy’s shoulder. He closed his mouth and side glanced Hope giving him a shrug that said “I have no idea what just happened. And how is it going buddy?” Rapunzel then closed the door to the room leaving the Director and lizard alone in the hall.

“Okay now enough of this temporary stuff.” Rapunzel turned to the boy in the bed. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and examined his shoulder again. She took a deep breath. “Okay I can help you but you have to promise that you want tell anyone about what you are about to see.” The flower paused. “And don’t freak out either. When people freak out it makes me anxious.” She tugged on a loose part of her hair that was coming out of its bread. It was both out of nerves and to get a section loose enough to wrap around the boy. “This will be more than just a temporary thing. Don’t worry I am not going to hurt you.” She put her hand out so that she could see she was no threat. She kept her face calm with a kind smile on it and her eyes where big and sincere.

The princess warped her hair around the boy so that he was still free to move and not bound. She paid more attention to his shoulder and how the hair was wrapped around it. She sat back and took another deep breath, closed her eyes, then began to sing.

“Flower gleam and glow,
Let your power shine.
Make the clock reverse,
Bring back what once was mine.
Heal what has been hurt,
Change the fate's design,
Save what has been lost.
Bring back what once was mine.
What once was mine.”


As she raised her voice in song her blond hair started to glow gold like the sun. It started at the root of her hair and began to shower down the rest of the hair. It would take every turn and loop that her lock would make around the boy until all of it was glowing. Everything in the room lit up and became warm and bright. As the song ended the golden glow would slowly fade away and everything would once again return to normal. Rapunzel would unwrap the boy and he would find that all of his wounds would be completely heal weather they were serious or minor, external or internal.

Rapunzel would then wrap the section of hair that she released from the bread back into the bread pinning it in place with flowers. She walked over to the sink and poured the boy more cold water and handing it to him. “You must keep yourself hydrated.” She smiled at him. “Oh director you can came in now.” She called cheerfully out to the man in the hall.

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His sable-fur covered ears would perk revealing their velvety pinky interior as he listened to the distinct hiss of the chameleon known as PASCAL and soon he allowed his head to crane towards the source of the sound, but it was in a very dazed fashion; slow and shaky. Unfortunately, most of what HOPE had said simply flowed in one ear and out the other without even really registering. His ears perked once more as he could hear the sound of familiar footsteps; the nurse whom was getting his bag, which caused a slow smile to spread across his face as she approached placing the leather bag on his bed. His one arm which was uninjured aside from the needle which was connected to the IV . He allowed his fingers to close upon the straps of the bag just before RAPUNZEL approached with the hot water, clothes and rubbing alcohol unnoticed by Miumi in his stupor. Unfortunately for Miumi, it wasn’t until RAPUNZEL began to cleanse his wounds with the sterile cloth which had been soaked within steaming water and pressed gingerly upon his wounded shoulder did he realize she had moved. His reaction was instantaneous as his hand that was that lay upon his bag suddenly clenched whilst he bit his lip gritting his teeth in pain, while his injured arm jerked slightly his elbow to his fingers jerked like he had been shocked. The gentle prodding that RAPUNZEL used to cleanse the wound as well as remove any dried blood or dirt slowly grew more tolerable and by the time she had stopped he barely took notice of it. He noticed the next bottle which she held over the cloth lightly soaking it with some chemical, which gave off a rather repugnant odor. He stared at it for a moment as a few droplets splashed against his skin and did nothing but roll off onto the bed sheets, which made him question what it was exactly. He would quickly find out as the cloth was pressed over the bacteria ridden wound. All of a sudden the entire nursing bay was filled with an inhuman, bestial roar. His gaze slid to his shoulder which an almost white foam oozing from the wound. His hands remained clenched and he attempted to move his shoulder away from RAPUNZEL’S care to no avail. One could hear the distinct sound of Miumi’s knuckles popping from how tightly they were clenched followed shortly by the sound of the sheets on the bed being torn asunder by Miumi’s vice-like grip and jagged lacquered nails; which were more like claws. His throat tightened and a low feral growl began to emanate just as the other began to walk away as she began to speak to the ACADEMY DIRECTOR , HOPE , whom began to critique her reaction. However Miumi’s interest quickly shifted back to his shoulder as he made sure that RAPUNZEL had turned away and began to blow on his shoulder in an attempt to banish the stinging sensation, while it offered minimal relief he would take what he could get. He heard the hushed whisper from RAPUNZEL however which caused a faint smirk to spread across the canvas that was his face. In her attempts to hustle the other out of the room Miumi’s heart quickly sank. What torture was she going to subject to him next? The moment she sat down beside him slowly he tried to scotch himself closer to the edge of the bed away from her because at this moment he felt he was more afraid of her and her so called remedies. When she spoke about a promise Miumi let out an audible gulp, which proclaimed to the world that this warrior was truly nervous and afraid. He slowly nodded his head as not to angry the tender, kind-hearted flower; albeit he thought she was a creel and sadistic harpy. She was also telling him to not to freak out, which wasn’t going over-well as the beep of the machine which was monitoring his heart began to beep more frequently. He watched soundlessly as she tugged at her braid pulling a few of the wheat-colored strands free from it. He watched as she worked a rather large section of hair and slowly she held out her hand and Miumi kept glancing at that as well as her face which seemed to show sincerity. He watched as slowly she began to wrap hair around him causing his face to contort in a display of what undeniably confusion and possibly disgust. The disgust more so because he could feel her hair touching the insides of the bites causing pain to flare through his shoulder, so much for not hurting him. Soon the crazy medic was singing but something strange happened as slowly her blonde-locks began to change starting at the roots which had begun to emit an odd-golden light, which quickly spread down her hair until it shone like rays of sunlight. An odd warmth and the faintest scent of a wheat field in the midst of summer bombarded his senses and meanwhile the pain his arms and body slowly began to fade. Slowly she unwound her hair revealing the shoulder which instead of the jagged bite-marks had only small slivers of a scars which grew smaller and smaller until they disappeared. His hand would slowly reach outwards prodding the newly formed skin as she tucked her hair back into the braid as it lost its radiance. She walked away without allowing Miumi so much as a chance to offer her a thanks and as she turned to go get a glass of water Miumi slowly reached for the data paid, writing out something, while hist movements were more fluent now as he seemed to be less dazed. His hand-writing now seemed neater and articulate, whilst oddly feminine. “thank you.”

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He wo0uld turn it to face RAPUNZEL as he extended his hand taking the cold glass of water slowly bring it to his lips taking small sips as to not make himself sick. He was still in awe and mystified by how she had done that yet alone he had unique powers of his own. He allowed the cup to rest in between his thighs and slowly reached into the bag pulling out a leather bound book opening the cover looking down at the GALBANA LILY which had been pressed and was now as flat as a sheet of paper. He stroked the flattened petals with tenderness that displayed an almost lover-like quality. That flower had been given to him by GENE . His eyes water faintly but he would slowly reach up and wipe his eyes looking towards the ceiling mouthing out some words to himself in a low whisper, he doubted anyone could hear.

“ Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

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He seemed to believe that whole-heartedly.


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