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Post by Skylos on Aug 10, 2021 23:09:11 GMT -6
Skylos is wrong to believe that was it. "We ran xrays of your worginu to examine the size of the object she ate, and it was quite large, and sucked up some of her stomach acid, worsening its reaction." the doctor waves absently, and the matron leaves briefly. "The item is extracted, and she'll do fine. It will take time for her to recover though, stomach surgery is risky business, especially with acid alignment animals." The cat bows his head, his ears going sideways sad. "My matron will give you all the information you need for post pardum, which means recovery." Was that it? The matron comes back, but holding something much larger then the paperwork. "However, we xray'd the object after it was extracted... and found something rather shocking." They push back from the table and the matron lays out a drying and swollen frog's head. The mouth has come apart and it lies still and ugly... until it wiggles, and whines. She pushes the two maws apart...  A small furry lump whimpers and whines, blindly kneading at the inside of the frog's mouth. There's a strong smell of acid, and of rotting fish. Just what was this thing? 5 6.0 Kitri Enter Kouta |
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Post by Skylos on Aug 10, 2021 23:30:10 GMT -6
"this animal is known as an ohou, according to the blood samples we took from it." the doctor mentions, as the Matron carefully moves the black and nearly chocolate brown creature into a clean blanket, wrapping it up carefully. "A relatively newborn male, and from what the tests show, healthy." 'even if it did somehow end up in a worginu's stomach.', they don't say. The CORP warns on those voracious canines, seeking to keep their numbers small with limiting the number of active adults in the community of the city. The matron comes up on the cat's side, and offers him the blanket. Carefully, she lays the animal on his knees. The ohou looks like a puppy. Without the shell of a dead puppet, the pup doesn't hold the smell of rotting fish any longer. He carefully rests his paw on the blanket, allowing his finger-toes to drape in smelling distance.
The world has changed. He feels it in the surrounding. Smells it, barely, in the air. The invasive scent of rotting fish no longer present, but a smell of blood, dirt and another smell he can't place. The little black nose sniffs, neck stretching forward blindly until touching the draped fingers. Smell?
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Post by Nadia on Aug 11, 2021 4:43:11 GMT -6
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Post by Skylos on Aug 11, 2021 10:52:38 GMT -6
"Your worginu will need soft easy to digest food and plenty of liquids during her recovery period. I would recommend keeping her there, but you expressed issue with cost." His throat goes dry again. Again with the issue of money. "Overnight stays are quite expensive." And the doctor pulls out a calculator. The hairs on the back of the cat man's neck raise up. He knows that that means. He knows it. Humans with money on the brain mess with one. And when he pulls out a long piece of paper.... Skylos feels his stomach sinking. He'd given the whole bag of money to the matron when he'd arrived. Not a cent remains on him. Credit, not cent.
He's muttering. emergency care, surgery, second animal, fluids, labor, etc.
"You'll have to afford any percription pain medications on your own, otherwise you exceed the amount of money you paid us, which covers most fees." they finally say, eyes glinting dangerously. The matron perses their face together... and goes out of the room, he hopes to check on Kitri.
The world is warm. He feels it draw around him, resting on his back. Its comforting, and he noses the barrier between him and cold.
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Post by Skylos on Aug 11, 2021 19:02:41 GMT -6
Finally, he puts down the calculator and passes his customer the long bill. He nods and reads each line carefully. Unlike his ability to talk, he can math basically. The big costs amount to the emergency care and the surgery. There’s one that looks like a cost for being a worginu? He points out at the fee in particular.
“You’ll be hard on finding a vet who won’t charge extra on working on a worginu. They have a high concentrate of acid in their body fluids.” Shifting a glove, there’s a burn on his arm. Skylos flattens his ears, and keeps reading. The costs…. Add up past 2000 credits, which is the aount he got for bleeding on rocks. The matron has his money pouch’s contents.
“My nurse did tell me you brought a portion of money when you came in. Oh, and I forgot to add in my nurse stitching you up too.” More muttering and scribbling. The vet smiles and hands back the revised bill. Uh… “Thats subtracking what you also brought in.” The amount… scares him. Thats a lot of money.
The matron looks on after checking in on the sleeping worginu. She can see the ohou laying on his master’s lap.
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Post by Skylos on Aug 11, 2021 22:55:18 GMT -6
The human starts talking more, and mentions the price can be reduced... in blood payment. The cat angles his paw, watching the angry red jabs of needle into flesh held fast with black stitches. He tilts his head in confusion. Blood payment? Did he have to spill his blood on rocks again? He holds up a thick looking bag attached to a long tube, with a wicked looking needle.
"Occasionally we get felines in who were attacked by larger animals and lab blood is rather expensive to run by. I have a patient who has a rare blood type that is difficult ot get. Perhaps mammalian blood might be what it needs?"
A nipping voice called his consience hissed suspicion of this. Blood payment, a second time? What was he, a walking bank of blood for these human mosquitoes? This doesn't add up. His dual toned eyes narrow, a growl in his throat. The human doesn't appear phased by the 'shorter then them' cat man across the table from them.
"Look, either you pay the bill in money, or with your body. I'm not promising that your animal is going to last with that attitude." the human remarks sharply. The cat pulls his new creature into his chest. Kitri...
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Post by Skylos on Aug 11, 2021 23:15:59 GMT -6
chreiázomai voítheia... I need help. He's almost cornered here. The door has the doctor between himself, the ohou, and beyond it, is his worginu. Skylos extends his claws with narrowed eyes and a growl, impaling the bill and tearing long cuts through it. He isn't going to pay more. He's already given everything he had. No.
"You're being quite childish about this. All adults pay their medical bills, for themselves or for others." the doctor tries to reason. He stands, the needle no longer there, but reaching. "Just a few pints... will shave off about a hundred or so credits." Pints. PINTS. Abandoning his proper mannering, the cat man stands up, his fur bristling around the openings of his collared shirt, hissing through bared fangs. No way. "It doesn't hurt... just a prick. I promise...." His instincts scream to run away. "Matron?" A voice beyond the door answering. "Is it time yet for that worginu's medicine?" Dual toned eyes widen in shock. This human was outright threatening his animal now. Answer. "Let's give it to her early the-uck..." The room is hazing with red, and his survival instincts kick into overdrive. You do NOT threaten his animals. Never.
The ohou's wrapped blanket is left sitting on the chair, alone.
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Post by Skylos on Aug 11, 2021 23:26:06 GMT -6
Caution: somewhat graphic portion of tory ahead:
Outside the shady vet clinic that is deep in the city but well patronized, a young man is reading a map. He's attractive, lean and tan with his wild black hair tied up behind his head in a moderate ponytail. Dressed in black, but accented by a wine colored full length coat. Bottle green eyes scan the map in his hand, as he looks up at the building. Flicking the location on his paper map with an exhale. Late again. The map isn't fully a map, but a list of those who are late on their tithing to the Triad Foundation. Everyone stippends the Foundation, assisting them in helping the new folk aclimatize into the city culture. This veterinarian, its not the first time ...hell, loan sharks come knocking on his door for his late stipend. Around him, the city goes about business as if he's not even here.
Until the building before him starts to wail like a siren. Like a woman's scream. What, had they gotten a new litter or something? Attempting to not listen to the noise, the young man walks forward, opening the door, and the wailing gets louder. A strong smell of chemicals and blood in the air. It reeks. Knocking on the desk, he opens the back door, calling out "Dr. Vet, this is your-ohshi-" Because there's a bloodbath in the exam room, and a screaming woman, with a worginu and a lump of blankets in her arms.
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Post by Skylos on Aug 12, 2021 5:29:30 GMT -6
First things first; stop the screaming. Its killing his hearing, so who knew what else the reverberation did for the others in here. Crossing the bloodbath like it didn't exist, he speaks softly to the older woman, who is still banshee screaming.
"Madam, you are deafening. I could hear you outside. Please, lets get you a nice cup of tea and cleaned up." The focus moves from the floor to the handsome stranger in front of her. The matron's voice finally stops screaming, and the stranger is thankful for that. He looks to see the sleeping and drugged figure of a young worginu in her arms, hanging there in drugged sleep. Neither of them look injured... was it hers? This vet might 'see' all animals but that doesn't mean he's a good human. He ushers her into the front, sits her in the most comfortable of the uncomfortable chairs, and ducks around to make tea. He can hear something moving around beyond the doors.
"Ohh, thank you dear." the matron sounds like an old person once she takes several sips of the hot beverage, the tension in her arms going down. At her feet is a hastily shoved out basket with the dreamland worginu. "There was a lump of blankets with an ohou, it would be best to be with its mother." wait, what?!
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Post by Skylos on Aug 12, 2021 5:38:37 GMT -6
Yes, he'd heard of the ohou, coming out of an offshoot of the labs who rapidly would be growing too big for their britches and make something they couldn't control further then a multiheaded equillion that bled lava. Seriously suspicious. "I'll go see if I can find that ohou. you stay, drink your tea. I'll call the proper authorities and we'll get you sorted out." he tells her in a soothing tone of voice, layered with charm. She flushes briefly like a schoolgirl as he ducks back into the exam room.
Unlike first impression, the figure laying on the floor isn't dead. At least not yet. Bleeding all over the floor and making all the sounds a drowning figure would make, yes. His windpipe is crushed, by teeth it looks like. Following the curtain of fresh blood, there's an animal in the corner of the room, in the worst dressed outfit one could stuff an estharne in. Its not moving right now, so he steps closer to the gurgling vet, with eyes wide open in shock and fear as they roll and rest on him. He gurgles.
"You're late on your tithing again, Dr. I thought the first two warnings you got would change your ways and your mind." he looks back at the animal. "Clearly not." Rattling gurgle. The glaze in his eyes of greed. There would be nothing to guide this human.
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Post by Skylos on Aug 12, 2021 5:46:14 GMT -6
"I envy the one who tasted your blood first. Good night, Dr." the man hisses, as he straddles their shoulders while standing, and takes both sides of the mans head in his hands, before twisting sharply. A snap, a glug, and the twitching figure stills. He didn't stand a chance. Standing up, the young man wipes his hands clean of as much blood as he could. Disgusting. Turning around, he sees the badly dressed estharne, laying there with blood splattering most of him. The eyes, dual toned, are glazed in panic. He can hear the creature's heightened heartbeat, so hard and so fast it had to be dangerous. But this cat looks much too large, too proportioned to be somoenes pet in an outfit. Its mouthing something, in the bloodbath on itself. chreiázomai voítheia... I need help. Well, this just escalated.
The young man kneels on one knee, and takes one of the bloodied paws. The wide and glazed eyes swipe to him, struggling to catch its breath. "Breathe with me, hold my hand." he responds in a soft, kind voice, putting both hands on the thick paw. "In for three... hold for two... out for four. In for three, hold for two, out for four. Follow my lead." He doesn't see an ohou in this mess. Nor signs the worginu caused this.
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Post by Skylos on Aug 12, 2021 5:58:54 GMT -6
Several minutes crawl by as the cat thing struggles to match his breath control. No longer can he feel a pounding in their wrists as hard. It feels more normalish. Good. The cat blinks slowly, looking at him. There's...something seriously wrong here and the man can't put a finger on specifically why. Still mouthing. chreiázomai voítheia... I need help. "I understand. You need help. Did that worginu injure the doctor?" the man asks, but the cat shakes his head wobbily back and forth. Jabbing its paw back at its wet shirt. "...was it you who injured the doctor?" Wide eyes. akóma zontanós....still alive? "He was alive when I walked in. Isn't now." the man says with a shrug, like he'd just taken out a bag of trash. There's no remorse in his eyes. The eyes are scared. Mouthing soundlessly... like he's unsure of how to find his voice again. but he can guess what's running through his head. That he's killed a man. Well, no, not exactly. But if he just left the doc to drown in his own fluid, one would suspect otherwise. And he wears gloves. NObody can trace back to the bottle green eyed man. Not even for a worginu and an ohou... speaking of,w here is that thing.
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Post by Skylos on Aug 12, 2021 6:06:42 GMT -6
The green eyed young man walks around the exam room, seeking supplies. The poor cat person is in an untold amount of shock, and highly likely to drown in a panic attack of their own creation again. The look in his eyes, the soundless whispering... he's convinced he killed the doctor. What would drive a cat to injure a human that badly. He doesn't look 'that' skinny, unless the fur was just for show. He also needed to get out of here, or the humans would hunt him down like an animal. "You need to get out of here. The humans are coming, they heard the screams." The eyes focus on him. Mouthing again. ...what, his dog? dogs? Two and two put themselves together for the green eyed man. Did he OWN that worginu in the next room? "The worginu looks to be alive, yes." He strains his hearing.... aha. The slight whimpers under an overturned chair. He steps over the corpse and retrrieves a blanket, containing a newborn puppy in it. Oh, so this is an ohou. Huh, looks like any other mutt dog in the present state. Carefully, he steps over the corpse, but purposefully crushes their hand under his shoe. He's wanted to do that for a long time, believe him.
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Post by Skylos on Aug 12, 2021 6:14:54 GMT -6
Most of the human's blood is on the cat's shabby clothing. If he's going ot get out of here without being hunted, as the man intends to leave a mutual scene, it will need to leave. "I can get you out, but you need to strip." The glazed eyes don't seem to see him right now, not taking the ohou's blankets and holding them tight to his chest. "The longer that takes, the more likely someone's goign to walk in, and decide you're a danger to the labs. Strip."
Minutes crawl by before the young man comes back out of the exam room, a limping all fours cat beside him. He's got one of those 'vet loops' around his neck. nearly unaware of where he was going.
"I'm sorry, I was too late." the man condoles the human woman in the next room. She stops what she's doing...which has a small black safe in the room, and is stuffing paper and lengths of coin down her blouse. She looks up from her task. The worginu is laying on a chair, still out like a light. "This animal was being experimented on, and I'm taking it out to the wild."
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Post by Skylos on Aug 12, 2021 6:20:44 GMT -6
He steps forward. "I would stop what you're doing though, a good portion of what's down your shirt belongs to the Foundation."
She mouths the word Triad... before the man smiles at her, and she freezes. She's stealing from the Triad... oh gawd. "Just put the money down m'am."
"Dearie, you must be mistaken. I'm simply taking my resignation stipend. Without the doctor alive, we aren't making any more money and I simply must cut ties." the old woman regards him coolly. "Like the doctor, I'm not worried on my financial future. Another crooked sun of a witch will move in on this territory, and start siphoning money on the dirt under their shoes, and I'll just guzzle it up too..." she's in on it. She stitched him up. She stole his money. STOLE HIS BLOOD MONEY. Anger. A white hot burning in his stomach that ignites through him, and the cat snarls. "What, did you expect me to be sympathetic to your plight, boy?" she asks the cat, like he can't understand her. "Money makes the world go around. you can't live without money, and I intend to live out the remainder of my life in luxury." She moves back, towards his pet. The man drops the vet's loop as he springs.
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