lucetilogs | Mission: Building the Future in Pagoda

[The first thing Law does is begin to organise the medical center for the wounded. If there is no building intact enough to serve, he'll have tents erected for he care of the Pagodans. The wounds are varied and some require surgery. Surgery Law can provide.

It's another battlefield. Another ruined husk of what once was. It's something he should be used to and is. He is a child of such places after all. Looking forward is all anyone can do.

Despite all they do, some die over the coming days. Law's seen Shift induced illness and injury from his experiences with the Iron Eye... but this feels different and it nags at him. Those who die will be examined post mortem when there is time for causes, findings written a notebook that contains notes from Zompania. as well. He may find cause to quietly ask a few questions of the MSF, he may not.]

[Ginia comes by the medical center in the afternoon carrying a young girl bridal style. The girl looks around fearfully with glowing green eyes, her long pointy ears wrapped in bandages and dark brown hair singed and cut short. One arm is wrapped up in a bandage from wrist to elbow. Ginia holds her close as she whistles to get Law's attention, head tilting toward some of the open spaces. Where to, doctor?]

[This bed right here. Law looks to the space in question as he moves forward to the pair. He goes for his best smile in this situation - a small quiet one, nothing big.]

Hey there. I'm Trafalgar Law, one of the doctors here. What's your name?

[Girl can't be older than eleven. At least she looks no older than eleven. With non humans it's always tricky to tell.]

[Ginia sets the girl down on the bed, taking a seat on the edge and taking out a notepad and a pen. When Law asks his question, Ginia quickly translates his words into sign language. The girl looks shyly at the doctor before signing a response, pausing, then quickly signing something else that makes Ginia smile. Ginia quickly translating her words into writing and showing the message to Law. It's not elegant, but it works.]

"Lynara. Are you part elf? You're very tall."

[Okay. That makes him smile a bit more.]

Well Miss Lynara, I don't know. I don't know my family history. [He's pretty sure there's no elves on the Grand Line. 'Fairies' maybe in Dressrosa, but no elves. But then again, saying there's none of something on the Line just seems to encourage it to pop up.] I could have that or a bit of mermish or something back there. Do you think I do?

I'm kinda average height for back in my home, though. People grow very tall there, even when they don't have any giant in their background.

[Ginia signs swiftly with no added commentary. A little more wariness leaves Lynara as she reads Ginia's signs, then looks back at Law, her own signs coming a bit faster. Ginia writes quickly, pausing a few times to confirm she was reading things correctly.]

"I don't know my family either. I was in the orphanage before I came here. I think you'd have gills or a tail if you were mermish. But where I'm from mostly elves are tall. Tauren and draenei are just big.

Am I going to lose my arm? It really hurts."

Aa, but you see, people who have mermish heritage look completely human from the second generation onwards in my home. Makes it tough to tell.

[They have a whole number of races back home.

... yeah. What does lie beneath those bandages? Time to get to work.]

Not if I have my way. Can I see?

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[Lynara nods nervously after Ginia translates, holding out her bandaged arm. Ginia moves out of the way and sits on her other side. She's not sure what the extent of the girl's injuries are, the girl having been handed off her to her. Ginia gives Lynara's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, signing to keep her distracted.]

/Don't worry, L-A-W is a very good doctor. He'll do everything he can to help./

[Lynara nods sedately.]

/We had a nice doctor too. He always carried mint candy in his pocket./

[When she winces, Ginia looks over at her outstretched arm. Underneath the bandages is a deep bite mark - Shift Hunter most likely - showing signs of infection. Ginia's leg twitches, remembering the feeling of a Shift Hunter clamping down on her thigh and she exhales sharply and looks away from the injury.]

/I'm going to remove the bandages on your ears, okay?/

[Lynara's head bobs once and she signs "okay". Ginia reaches out and begins gently removing the bandages. They're scratched a bit burned on the edges, though no worse than a first degree burn. The ears will heal with time, but the arm is worrisome. Poor child.]

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Law-san, another has passed.

[The voice is soft, tired. Perona's not the most experienced doctor, but she does know her stuff in tough situations, and she's a quick learner. Still, with all the casualties, and the sheer amount of them all, deaths are something to be expected. She's not upset by it - Perona's familiar with being around corpses, and the air of death, they don't bother her - but the memories that come with the thick air and the agonized yells is not one Perona enjoys. She'd have preferred to just forget about Zompania completely, in all honesty.

At the lest, there's more than enough to keep her mind and hands occupied, and people she enjoys being near to just sit with for a while. Her skills are good here, and there're many thing she can still learn from a professional like Law.]

Another? [It comes out in a weary sigh. Wounds here are terrible. Accidents common. But some of the deaths nag at him. The ones in people that should not be slipping away despite all they've been through.] Which patient?

[He likes to keep track. If there is something working its way through here, he needs to know. Sooner or later a pattern (if there is one) will reveal itself.]

I didn't quite get a name. [And if she did, she's long since forgotten. Is that bad? Probably, but there are just too many casualties - too many patient and people to remmeber the names of. At the very least Perona remembers the bed number, and where the body now rests.]

The bed number is seventeen. I can take you there if you have a moment. ...It was a young woman. [Probably around her age, give or take two years. It's not the worst she's seen body wise, but Perona still isn't exactly used to dealing with people actually dying. Back on Thriller bark, the bodies were already gone, and the more gruesome parts recovered by Hogback. Even a person like Perona, who often delights in the macabre, is turned off by this level of sorrow and pain in the air. There are kids here, too...]

[Law nods. No. It's not a bad thing. There's so many in here the faces blend to a blur. It's for the best in most cases.

He remembers the names because it's part of him. He always remembers the names.]

Please.

[He needs to be sure.

The children are going too. Not too many... but. More than enough. Law is purposely numbing himself from feeling much about it. He's simply quieter when it happens. Much, much quieter. This happens. This is simply part of the experience. It's not like he hasn't lost children before.]

[Silently, Perona leads Law to the bed where the body is. The covers are pulled over the young woman's face and Perona steps aside to let Law work. He's far more experienced than she is with things like this, and she need not get in his way or hover uneccessarily. He's already working like a madman, he doesn' need anyone pestering him more than needed.

Besides, her head's starting to hurt. She probably won't be of any use if her current stae even if she wanted to be. The atmosphere and bad memories seem to be taking their toll.]

Do...do you need anything, Mr. Law?

[It's late on the 22nd that Fayt ends up half carrying a man with a injured leg and a bloodied face and nose into the medical area. A shifting accident had toppled the supports of a structure they'd been in the process of repairing, and the guy had ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, directly under the falling planks and taking his own hammer to the face.

Fayt had done what he could, applying some symbology to the man's wounds and bandaging the leg to stem the bleeding, but he needed way more help than Fayt could give him. His face looked bad, but Fayt was worried about how much his leg was bleeding.]

Hey, I need some help here!

Bring him here!

[Got a free bed open. Law himself will not wait by it. Instead he'll be coming up for an immediate assessment of the damage.

... fuck, that leg. Law's immediately going for Nala, the magic twice as strong in here while he presses more bandaging over the wound to stint the bleeding until he could get him on the bed for treatment. The head's bad too, but it looks like things will keep there for a few moments until he gets the more pressing problem under control.]

[Fayt helps move him towards the bed, working with Law until they can get he guy settled. While they move, he talks, aware a speedy explanation might be helpful.] An accident, the ground below the support beams on the platform got screwed up somehow, brought it down straight on him. I dragged him out and wrapped his leg, but it won't stop bleeding even with symbology.

[For once, he's hoping it's only that his skill with healing symbology has always sucked. for his part, the guy seems to be moaning in pain, voice near incoherent thanks to how swollen his face has gotten.]

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Shift might be affecting him directly. [He's continuing with Nala, ready to go in with a combination of Eferin if all else fails and cauterise things closed. But for now he's adding Sona to the mix. Blood is mainly water after all and if he can slow the bleeding that way he will.] Seen it before; it makes things tricky if it is.

[Now to go in and try to close the wound manually as well. Filial magic is as it always is - if there is a Shift at play, he'll find out soon enough because his magical efforts won't work. There's a tray with all the necessary supplies beside the bed.] Tell me if that guy loses consciousness. [His fingers are flying as the blue white glow surrounds the wound. This is nasty. He needs to work fast.]

Seriously? [Fayt gives Law a quick glance, his expression growing more worried, before nodding at the order and glancing down at the trembling man. He places his hands on his shoulders, trying to keep his eyes on his. Maybe it'd help.... he didn't know.] Try to hold still, alright?

[Well... ok, so the hissed 'shut up' he gets isn't exactly the nicest response, but Fayt didn't exactly blame the guy.]

Seriously.

[And it looks that is the case here. Something in the guy is resisting him. Not completely. The magic is working sluggishly. But enough.

It's a good thing he's a traditional medic. Good thing he's fast.]

But that bandaging job you did did the trick. It slowed the bleeding down just enough.

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[Mia is able-bodied and can act at a distance, so she splits her time between moving through what remains of Pagoda to assist the survivors, and stationing herself in their hasty medical 'facility' tending to anyone who makes it there.

She's just finished tending to someone (a child, he's no more than a child), completing one last Ply with a final look of concern that her unconscious patient, fortunately, cannot see. It's serious, and something in him is almost fighting her off. Removing a pair of bloody gloves, she glances in Law's direction, halfway to a kind of silent signal, and sees him looking through a familiar notebook.

Mia sits up straighter, watching with a purpose now. It reminds her of Zompania, of course, of that temporary affliction of Law's for which they never found a cause.]

[The look is enough to catch his attention - he feels eyes on him and intent briefly - and... another one.

Another child.

Law's tracking the patients that are not responding to their efforts (that are dying despite their efforts). There's something wrong in the ward, something he can't dismiss as a random Shift, even as there are Natural Shifts all about. It's all too... similar how it happens. Too specific. When he was dealing with Shift injuries with the Iron Eye, how things would present would be varied. This feels to him more like a Shift from an experiment a little, even as he notes the difference... that it's not happening at once.

... something seeping, creeping... like poison in the air...

... and like what happened to him.]

It's not working, is it?

[He's moving softly forward. Rhetorical question, really. They both know something's wrong.]

It's hard to tell. He's sick, in addition to his injuries. [Sick with what, though, she doesn't have a solid answer for that; she is keeping her voice down because talk of disease in a strange enclosure is more than enough to frighten most Lucetians.] And he has...that problem, trying to heal him with Nala's help didn't work very well.

[It is her preference to use Psynergy anyway, but she can run out of that, while Nala is always available as long as Mia herself can function. She looks at her sleeping patient and breathes a sigh.] He didn't fight it as strongly as the woman from this morning, at least. I think he'll be all right if things here keep improving.

[Eyes back on the notebook again, Mia lifts her chin and eyebrows in question. If Law reads himself into arrhythmia again they will be too shorthanded, even for an hour.]

[Law slowly nods. He's not going to read himself into a heart attack, thankfully (there's a certain husband hanging around that would B| at him if he did) - it's the act of writing certain symbols that does the damage and that's not happening here.]

I'm keeping track of everything. If I write it all down, maybe I can better see the cause.

[Easier to compare things when it's all down in ink and not just running around in his head.

Even if he can't see the pattern yet, he has suspicions.]

... it doesn't feel like a random Shift either. The barrier's in tatters but if it were just Natural Shifts at play, the effects should be more varied. I feel like I'm missing something.

[Like it's staring him in the face.

He doesn't say sickness. Given Vaskoth. He wasn't there, but he had helped work up the cure from Luceti's side with those that were left. But he can't help but think of it along with Zompania.]

[Notes. They'll all appreciate the notes more than gratitude can express. Mia nods along with the things he says, looking at her patient again, features settling into a displeased frown.]

I've been thinking of...possibilities. [Vaskoth always enters her mind first. Always. Here it is again, seeping into her judgment of the situation.] Have we seen anyone arrive without this- this problem, and then develop it later?

[Like Law, Mia avoids "sickness" as much as she can. If it is a Shift, then it isn't a sickness at all, and shouldn't be planted in anyone's mind as such.]

Not yet. But we've been here only two days and we're not the only ones assisting.

[They've got the MSF in here as well and the MSF? Aren't really talking.

Law is going to have to do something about that.]

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