paradisa | 1 - Voice/Action - I set these words in steel

[People lying on floors is not really an uncommon occurance in Paradisa, so Carson doesn't pay much attention to it as he walks in from the grounds...

...Until he notices the bandages and the red. Nope. Not good. Carson drops the notebook he's been reading from ajd runs over to kneel by.]

Excuse me. Can you hear me?

[ Those bandages actually seem to be a cloak shoved up against a nasty gash. Just a weird strip/tassel cloak.

And he can, by the slowly confused expression. He doesn't recognize the voice. ]

... huh?

[Nope. Not good. Carson pulls out the Medical Scanner and Life-Signs detector. He was still alive, at least.]

Just hold still, aye? I'm a doctor. I'm here to help.

Oh. Good. [ Elend still sounds terrible, even if he looks not-so-bad. He has one of those nasty gut wounds, the kind that could be looked at and deemed fatal.

Only he's ever so slowly healing - flesh and organs knitting slowly and blood production increased. Its not fast enough to pull him out of danger, but maybe with a bit of help... ]

Must've... slept or something...

[Carson's listening out for anything important, but mostly ignoring the delirious talk.

The Life-Signs Detector is picking up that the wound is healing. Maybe...]

Just hold on a wee while longer, okay?

[He needs to get someone to help him. With his attention being as it is the past few weeks or so, he doesn't trust himself.]

[Clinic Filter]

Anyone in the clinic? This is Dr. Beckett. We've got an emergency down in the lobby, and I need some assistance

On my way, Carson. What kind of emergency?

Penetrative wound to the abdomen, possible breach into the stomach. He's healing, slowly, but we need to stop any further bloodloss.

[A simple stitching job. You have to wonder why Carson is calling for help.]

Right. I'll be there ASAP.

[Simon is wondering, but he's not going to stop to question it when there's a patient in need. And so within minutes, Carson and the patient will hear Simon's quick footfalls as he arrives, med kit in hand.]

[ Oh, hey, all the voices came with another pair of feet. Elend is not recognizing that second voice but he's going to ask anyway. ]

Saze? [ someone familiar would be lovely right now. ]

Dr. Tam, over here.

[Carson raises his hand to where he's on the floor with Elend.]

If you could just keep an eye, make sure I don't mess up this gentleman's stitching?

[Simon kneels down next to Carson, nodding toward him and offering the medical kit, putting on a pair of rubber gloves himself.]

Got it. Everything you need should be in the kit.

[He then speaks in a soft voice to the patient.]

Not Saze, I'm afraid, but you're among friends. Dr. Beckett and I are going to treat your wound.

[ Not-Sazed-voice, you actually spoke a little like him. Well, sort of.

But that other name isn't one of his friends either, but treating his wounds? Yes, please. ]

Oh. [ After a moment, he blinks blearily at the ceiling. ]

Out of Kredik Shaw?

No. We'll explain later.

[Carson's rummaging through the kit, pulling out the sutures, anti-septic and iodine.]

Just hold on a wee bit longer, aye?

[Simon sets about making the patient more comfortable while Carson gets to work, biting down the questions that are arising, already feeling his mind slipping into the space that allowed him to stay calm, detached and professional when working.]

You are in a place called Paradisa now. We may not be the people you are used to, but we're here to help.

Para... disa?

[ That's a funny name for a place. It sounds like something else entirely.

Quiet isn't too worrying, is it? ]

[At least he's holding still so Carson can work on him.

He's going to let Simon explain.]

[That much red is...not good. Not good at all. Eridan knows that humans are weaker then trolls, as a rule, and he knows they all have the same red, red blood. (What he doesn't know is that not everyone that looks human is actually a standard human.)

Eridan also knows quite a bit of first aid. Living on a boat with only a giant, floating seahorse for help and company kind of made it a necessary skill.]

Did you ewen try to help yourself before fallin' all ower the place?

[He kneels close to Elend, giving him a judgemental look that's a bit out of place for someone that looks thirteen.]

Or are you just plannin' on bleedin' into your journal?

... was fairly sure... been lying down... [ That would be that lovely red stuff on his lips too.

He may give this new voice a confused unfocused squint.

... Are you supposed to be that color, or is it just his vision not working? ]

... Journal?

..Right.

[Huh. That's weird. He gets distracted, for a moment, by the blood. For as long as he's been lurking about the castle, he hasn't seen anyone bleed. The red is unnatural, an anomaly that he doesn't understand, and it throws him.]

'S right ower there. You're bleedin' all in it. [He points to it, shaking his head.] Eweryone gets one here, but not many people decide to lay with it open while griewously injured.

[Don't mind him as he begins prodding and shifting the bandages.]

Castle? I was... below Kredik Shaw... [ Have a pained hiss for the poking. The strips all seem attached at one end, like a cloak, and they cover a nasty slash wound.

Like someone had had a knife and really didn't like Elend. Although if Eridan looked very closely, he could see torn flesh and insides slowly quivering to where they should be, and ever so slowly mending. ]

Just because you were doesn't mean you are now. [Eye roll.] You're in Paradisa now. Seems like they didn't want you do see a docterror or whatewer you people call them before snatchin' you up.

[He's unfazed by the wound, and he doesn't quite notice the mending.]

Don't think you're gonna die, though. This place doesn't really care about things like acceptin' your death an' liwin' peacefully as you can in the afterlife.

[He's mostly okay with being alive again. Really.]

Surgeon..

[ He was kidnapped? That's weird. He's pretty sure that he'd be useless to kidnap, even if he was Emperor now. ]

Good. It took me, it can fix me... [ He wanted Vin to give up the power, because that's what they were sure was right, but...

Hey, if there was a both of them could live and the world be saved - whether they were there or not was a moot point - he'd gladly take it. ]

Surgeon? That's a stupid word.

[He shrugs, staring at the wound. Why didn't people use straight forward job descriptions? Geez.

Now he's noting the mending, eyebrow slooowly raising. He didn't know anyone who could do that outside of a handful of god tiers.] Seems to be doin' that, unless you're some sort a freak that has a fast rate a healin'.

I'm leanin' more towards bein' a freak, because we're just play things.

Fast- not a pewter-

[ Elend blinks in confused surprise, trying to focus and.

Oh. ]

Oh. Ah. [ Well. This shouldn't be possible. ]

I.. will still need a doctor, if what I know is right... [ But this might not be as fatal as he thought... Judging by Vin, a week or two might be all the rest he needs, if he gets patched up. ]

What does pewter hawe to do with anythin'?

[Great, this man is complete insane, isn't he? Typical. Just typical.]

I don't ewen know if there's any doctors that liwe in the fuckin' tower. I'we newer seen one.

[But Eridan is above all things, a stubborn brat.]

[ Just wait, he's never seen green plants or birds before either. ]

Pewter made with tin helps Thugs and Mistborns heal... [ He blinks over at Eridan again. ]

But this isn't Luthadel, so... not knowing is not surprising... [ Right? He thinks that's how it goes, somewhere new, the people there might not know Allomancy. ]

[Oh dear.]

What does that ewen mean? That's fuckin' stupid. [That sounds like 100% crazy pants talking.]

So I take it Luthadel is this place you're from, where shit like what you're sayin' actually makes sense. But, yeah, lotta people from a lotta different places here, so maybe you'll find someone who knows but you probably won't.

[A huff.]

A lot of people here don't know fuckin' anythin', though. They can't get their heads outta their asses and realize hey, not eweryone is from the same piece a shit planet they are and there's a fuckin' difference in society and culture goin' on and sometimes they're backtalkin' someone who's their fuckin' superior on account a that society they're from.

[ Elend doesn't really catch most of that. Other than something about societies and that what he says doesn't make sense-

Oops he's feeling strange and lightheaded. ]

I'm emperor where I come from. [ Because his girlfriend killed god and he can make nice speeches and laws- ]

[If he passes out on Eridan there will be hell to pay. That's just rude.]

What? [No really, what? Eridan doubts he's telling the truth and lays his hand on Elend's forehead. Maybe he's feverish, but humans and the like run on a much higher core temperature then Eridan does, so he can't tell what feverish would be like when his skin would be unnaturally warm anyways.] That's not really the sort a thing you should just claim.

I was king first. But it didn't work out.

[ He does seen to be getting a bit feverish- which means he's on the hot side of unaturally warm. Maybe they should stop chatting..

Well, Elend doesn't realize he's in trouble, so continue chatting he will. ]

They tried to re'range the power though, and m'father and Cett tried to take the city...

So you decided an empire would work better?

[Eridan just sort of. Pats at Elend's face. It's a strange gesture, but Elend seems upset and nothing is more calming then a face pap, right? Right. Except for the whole culture gap that comes with it.]

You're makin' ewen less sense now. So you were king a some city? Sounds like a fuckin' shitty kingdom.

Mmmhmn. No arguing.

[ And the confusion at the contact again- What?

Elend will be quiet again, confusion clear although he'll continue in a moment. ]

Capital city, of old Lord Ruler. Center of the center.

There's plenty a arguin' in empires, unless you're like Her Condescension an' just take out all the people workin' against you.

[Or his empire was a lot more peaceful then the one Eridan came from.

Pappappap. He's quiet, so Eridan just assumes it's working.]

Means nothin' to me.

Think Vin scares them.

[ Its a mix of both. That, and the Koloss were under Vin's control - and would you really want to argue with a slight girl who carries a sword as big as her about and can jump 7-10 feet up without much aid?

Its confused quiet. He slips back into it. ]

Who the hell is Win? I don't think they're here.

[One day he will not have an accent. But that day is not today.

Pleased with his ability to pacify even humans, he drops his hand.]

Whoewer they are, they ain't here.

Oh.

[ That's not happy news. ]

My wife.

...Wife?

[You're talking to an alien, Elend. An alien who doesn't even...know how his alien romance works, so.]

Okay.

Okay.

[ And back to quiet.

You know, Eridan, even a tall human with healing abilities shouldn't have this much blood on his outside.

... or his guts exposed to the air for this long. ]

[It honestly doesn't even occur to him the potential dangers of gut exposure. He's pretty damn sturdy for being a kid, and he's...not really aware the limits between troll and human just yet.

He'll learn, though. Eventually.]

Fuck.

[His hands are so red now. Excuse him as his nose wrinkles. He's never seen anything quite this color before, or at least not something that came out of a body and he's seen a lot of blood.]

This is really weird. Is it normally like this?

...?

[ That's a funny word, whoever you are. ]

Is what?

[Chell's seen blood. In fact, most of the time it was hers. But wandering into the lobby from outside, the last thing she expected to see was someone sprawled on the floor of the lobby. Though this was Paradisa. She probably should've expected it. Moving closer, she crouched down, peering at this person, trying to figure out if she should see if she could find any of her friends to help get him to the clinic.]

[ Elend probably needs it. His slightly ashstained clothing is mostly red around that bandaging, and there's some blood on his mouth.

He turns toward the sound of moving after a little bit. ]

... Vin?

[Chell takes a quick glance around the lobby. If anyone's around, she won't risk speaking aloud. But as nobody is, or so it seems, other than the guy lying on the floor, she does speak. The voice is very low and slightly husky.]

"No...I'm not Vin. Who is Vin?"

... My wife.

[ Which would make for a bit of awkward mistaken identity, by the odd smile on Elend's face. That's weird. ]

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