Tamsin was left curious by Mal`s peciluar anatomy. Tried as she might, she was unable to explain the Namekian`s unusual body structure. However, the girl quickly shrugged the thought away. She was hardly an expert on alien biology and even if it was not normal, it was not her place to wonder why it was so. If Nova wanted her to know, he would tell her himself.
With that thought in mind, the maid proceeded with treating her master`s wound. Although she was fairly well-versed in first aid, she was by no means a doctor and could not execute any complicated procedures. Considering the circumstances, the wound left from the oversized wooden object would have to heal through natural means. After making sure that the sterile gloves were tightly covering her hands, she started preparing the wound for the process of packing by rinsing it with aseptic water. The treatment was causing the rogue obvious discomfort as he would ocassionally tremble and wince in pain. Although the servant disliked causing her master pain and soreness, she was also aware she had no choice and forced herself to proceed.
As she observed the wound, while packing it with wet sterile gauze, Tamsin was reminded of the knife wounds she had inflicted herself upon her first opponent in the Abyss. Ironically, the very premise of survival that fueled the bloodsport that was Dante`s Abyss also lead the adolescent to spare her opponent and ensure her own survival for the sake of her master instead. But while the girl assumed that the warrior had survived their encounter, she was also convinced that the armour-clad Saiyan resented her for it and would seek to avenge his damaged pride. The silver-haired human never desired to have a foe....but considering the nature of the event, such a state of affairs seemed unavoidable.
Continuing her care, using the remainder of the roll of gauze as a topical dressing and securing it with surgical tape, the thoughts of her opponent also reminded her of an unusual event during their fight....when her Ki Knives launched themselves at her foeman before he was able to finish her off. Or did they launch at him by themselves? Although she was not sure, Tamsin had long suspected that something was not completely right about her...that she had some sort of ability to manipulate with objects. Even during her guild training, it would sometimes occur that when she needed an item to complete a specific task, she would move to get it only to realise it was already in her hand. And then, during her fight with the Saiyan soldier, her desperate desire for her weapons overwhelmed her...and they responded, right before her eyes.
Suzaku was suddenly filled with uncertainty:"What does it mean? Was it just a random occurence...or do I really have some special power? Should I tell Maleficus?" But as she looked at the hurting Namekian, while she was dressing the packed wound with a cellophane bandage and taping it`s edges, the adolescent decided not to do so...at least not yet. Her master was already pressured by his own affairs, he did not need the maid to make it worse for him. The silver-haired human had no choice, but to figure out the truth by herself.
With her medical aid completed, the prodigy immediatelly began cleaning the remains that were left over from the activity. The bunker held a special container for biotoxic waste, which was unsuprising considering that it held medical supplies and equipment in the first place. She left for the bunker kitchen, where she carefully cleaned and sterilised the equipment she had used. Finally, she filled a large jug with sugared water and brough it, along with a glass, to her master.
"Please rest now, Mas-...Maleficus. Here is some sugared water for you to drink later, if you get thirsty. If you need anything, I will be nearby," the girl said caringly as she observed the lying mercenary. Although he was facing away from her, Mal still nodded in order to signal that he understood. With that said, the adolescent walked off to find some ice packs. Although her leg still hurt, she was at least able to feel it and walk on it. After her fight, she first visited the Forest bunker, roughly patched herself up and took a painkiller before hastily leaving to find Nova.
Bringing some of the packs to her bunk, the girl lied down and covered the bruised sections of her body with them. She experienced a slight shiver as she did so, her body adjusting to the lowered temperature. Finally, as she set her pillows a bit higher, she also covered her still damaged eye. With still much to be done, she used one of her knives to cut a bit of thread from her sheets. Then, with a sharp object as a makeshift needle, she began to sew the cut on her outfit. Meanwhile, the Namekian slowly and painfully turned his head around, quietly observing his maid as she busied herself with more errands.
With that thought in mind, the maid proceeded with treating her master`s wound. Although she was fairly well-versed in first aid, she was by no means a doctor and could not execute any complicated procedures. Considering the circumstances, the wound left from the oversized wooden object would have to heal through natural means. After making sure that the sterile gloves were tightly covering her hands, she started preparing the wound for the process of packing by rinsing it with aseptic water. The treatment was causing the rogue obvious discomfort as he would ocassionally tremble and wince in pain. Although the servant disliked causing her master pain and soreness, she was also aware she had no choice and forced herself to proceed.
As she observed the wound, while packing it with wet sterile gauze, Tamsin was reminded of the knife wounds she had inflicted herself upon her first opponent in the Abyss. Ironically, the very premise of survival that fueled the bloodsport that was Dante`s Abyss also lead the adolescent to spare her opponent and ensure her own survival for the sake of her master instead. But while the girl assumed that the warrior had survived their encounter, she was also convinced that the armour-clad Saiyan resented her for it and would seek to avenge his damaged pride. The silver-haired human never desired to have a foe....but considering the nature of the event, such a state of affairs seemed unavoidable.
Continuing her care, using the remainder of the roll of gauze as a topical dressing and securing it with surgical tape, the thoughts of her opponent also reminded her of an unusual event during their fight....when her Ki Knives launched themselves at her foeman before he was able to finish her off. Or did they launch at him by themselves? Although she was not sure, Tamsin had long suspected that something was not completely right about her...that she had some sort of ability to manipulate with objects. Even during her guild training, it would sometimes occur that when she needed an item to complete a specific task, she would move to get it only to realise it was already in her hand. And then, during her fight with the Saiyan soldier, her desperate desire for her weapons overwhelmed her...and they responded, right before her eyes.
Suzaku was suddenly filled with uncertainty:"What does it mean? Was it just a random occurence...or do I really have some special power? Should I tell Maleficus?" But as she looked at the hurting Namekian, while she was dressing the packed wound with a cellophane bandage and taping it`s edges, the adolescent decided not to do so...at least not yet. Her master was already pressured by his own affairs, he did not need the maid to make it worse for him. The silver-haired human had no choice, but to figure out the truth by herself.
With her medical aid completed, the prodigy immediatelly began cleaning the remains that were left over from the activity. The bunker held a special container for biotoxic waste, which was unsuprising considering that it held medical supplies and equipment in the first place. She left for the bunker kitchen, where she carefully cleaned and sterilised the equipment she had used. Finally, she filled a large jug with sugared water and brough it, along with a glass, to her master.
"Please rest now, Mas-...Maleficus. Here is some sugared water for you to drink later, if you get thirsty. If you need anything, I will be nearby," the girl said caringly as she observed the lying mercenary. Although he was facing away from her, Mal still nodded in order to signal that he understood. With that said, the adolescent walked off to find some ice packs. Although her leg still hurt, she was at least able to feel it and walk on it. After her fight, she first visited the Forest bunker, roughly patched herself up and took a painkiller before hastily leaving to find Nova.
Bringing some of the packs to her bunk, the girl lied down and covered the bruised sections of her body with them. She experienced a slight shiver as she did so, her body adjusting to the lowered temperature. Finally, as she set her pillows a bit higher, she also covered her still damaged eye. With still much to be done, she used one of her knives to cut a bit of thread from her sheets. Then, with a sharp object as a makeshift needle, she began to sew the cut on her outfit. Meanwhile, the Namekian slowly and painfully turned his head around, quietly observing his maid as she busied herself with more errands.
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Sage Wrote:Holy shit. The knives and everything.