Free the Flyers…. Locked to the Medical Crew

[lordwinnowill]

((OOC note: This thread is locked to Doctors at the moment. Winnowill is powerful, and does want to corrupt your characters, but I won’t do anything of that sort that has not been cleared OOC first. :D She will mostly be doing this through interaction,  rather than magic. She’s been a long time without her games, she means to enjoy this one.))

 

 

She appeared just outside of sickbay, wearing only her long black hair. Of course, her hair was long enough and voluminous enough to cover her bone white skin, if she wished it. Normally when she stood in her gown, her hair had to be draped over a partially raised arm, and still the bend of it and tail nearly drag the ground. Now she wore none of her usual elegance, falling to all fours in the corridor.

 

Medics on their way to sick bay for their shift rushed her, rushed to the seemingly injured woman in the hall. She let them take her arms, help her. Her four fingered hands closed over their five fingered offered ones. One long nail shifted and the man felt just the slightest moment of pain, as though her nail pressed too hard, and then the pain vanished as she healed it, using the healing to draw what she needed from his mind. Just a little. There were some for whom the need was to teach, as well as to heal. She wanted to be open to that need as well. She knew what she needed to know, now. Just enough.

 

The medics brought her into the sick bay. “Doctor!” one of them called. And for the first time she looked up, large dark eyes meeting the gaze of whoever was coming to help her. Find a need… fill a need…. She managed not to smile, letting slight fear show in her eyes instead, ears, long and pointed sticking out of her hair.

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[lordwinnowill]

"A doctor.... like...a healer?" she asked, like one speaking slowly to learn a new language. While this odd spoken tongue was different than the one that the Hong'tay'sho used, she finds it no more difficult. But with males it is easier to show need, because they respond more readily. She let hope blend in her eyes with exhaustion and pain. If he were a healer and a male, there was no way under the two moons he would ignore her as she was now, clothed only in hair, displaying need.

But the game was never about her own need, and the need she showed was never the true need within. Games were meant to be fun.... after all.

[asklepian]

"Yes, exactly," he says, though the implications of the two words aren't quite the same, he thinks. Doctors deal in science, the chemistry of the body. Healer implies something more metaphysical. Either way, it's different means to reach the same end.

He holds up a hand in thought and mild pardon, and continues. "I do apologize, if you're cold I can fetch a robe or a blanket for you." He's not sure why Trance didn't, though it might be a cultural issue she didn't warn him about. He's not precisely bothered by her nakedness, but it's a genuine concern on his part, if she's comfortable or not.

[lordwinnowill]

"I... thank you..." she said, keeping that soft slowness in her voice, cautiously, tentatively choosing each word. And to think after all these eights of eights of eights of years, on before time that can be remembered, after all she has done, that she could still pull off innocent. Of course innocent was nothing compared to the story she planned to weave. And the most fun part about it? How much of it would be truth.

She reached a four fingered hand towards him, allowing her arm to shake, though she could have stopped it. "I... too..." she pulled the hand back, pressed it to her own chest, splaying her fingers, subtly drawing attention to her body without seeming to be doing it intentionally, all slow, all subtle, with that tremble. "Am...a healer. It has just been..." she let herself trail off, let anguish fill her eyes. She made a small sob and looked down, away from him, away from everyone, hand still on her own chest.