Plasmatropolis (Un-cursed) [OLD]

Oxymoron

"Thalleous...?"

He shook the unconscious Sendaris by the shoulders.

"Stop doing that, Voltaris, you'll hurt him."

Another blue Ardoni clutching a clipboard gazed disapprovingly at Tygren, then turned, sweeping about, his blue scrubs glowing from underneath with his markings. It was Ciantrius, the Sendaris healer.

"Will he be alright?"

"Yes, if you stop bothering him like that."

Tygren snorted slightly, looking away from the doctor. He stared up at the bright lights of the medical center in Thalleous' new headquarters. He let out a concerned and annoyed sigh, shaking his head at the medic. He was a short tempered man, though good at his job. Quite often, he would snap at anyone who interfered with his work. He had a collection of various Supporium and Protisium songs that he'd use and unequip later. This was just one of the many times Tygren had got in his way while treating his liegelord.

"Why hasn't he woken up yet?"

"Why do you have so many questions?" Ciantrius sighed, "In case you didn't notice, he has two large lacerations on his chest, one given by a regular blade, one made by Droug, and reprogrammed by Felinas. The Felina blade caused blisters to form, and the human blade cut deeper than it. He also lost a lot of blood, as well as using his Mobillium song whilst wounded."

The Voltaris gazed at the swathe of white bandages that bound the Sendaris leader's chest, worry upon his face. He turned to face the doctor, struggling to hold in a sharp retort.

"I- Thank you for helping Thalleous." He said, a little sourly.

He turned and strode out of the doorway, his red horns stark against the blues and whites of the walls. The doctor turned back to Thalleous, who was still in his comatose state.

Oh, mother of the Enderknights, why can't my life just be a little easier? Why couldn't Iralian just take her stupid shift? She's better at this than me, anyways..

Taking his leader's vitals again, he sighed with relief as he saw the other Sendaris' heartbeat grow steadier. With his most urgent tasks out of his way, he allowed his mind to wander, as he changed the bandages on Thalleous' chest.

What is with Tygren? I think he just has too many questions, and is too dull to take any answers.

Ciantrius continued musing along those thoughts, as he exposed the two, intersecting wounds. They were both so deep at their crossing point, that the other Sendaris' sternum was visible from the surface, even through the numerous stitches along his chest. He grimaced at the gorey sight, and to take his mind off the visage in front of him, turned his attention to the news from earlier that day.

"It appears that a new threat is coming to Plasmatropolis. A strange man known only by the name William has raised an army of Droug soldiers, and has reprogrammed them to only obey his orders. We will report that he was said to only target Ardoni, as observed by David R.B, who was once again, present at the fighting just moments after the five Ardoni gangs were disbanded. He is, unfortunately, unavailable for a real time interview, and has instead provided us with a warning. Stay away from this individual, who is physically, average height, thin, male, has black hair and dull green eyes. If there is any more information on this man, please report to Black Plasma Studios or the police force immediately."

Hah, Droug... Yeah, yeah, sure... Fish can fly and I'm immortal. This has to all be a joke, surely.

He pulled out a long stretch of fresh bandages, which he bound to Thalleous' chest after he'd washed the wounds thoroughly. The white cloth whipped around him, as he passed it around with incredible speed and skill.