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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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Post by Farrah Abad on Jun 15, 2020 18:46:16 GMT -5
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Farrah had been working at the Gerudo hospital for more than a year now. Honestly it was probably more, but she stopped counting after the first year, so the only way to know was if someone else told her. All that she knew was that she was experienced enough to apparently train a newbie. That's how she ended up today. [break][break] The boss of the hospital made sure to pull Farrah aside right as she came in that day, because if he had told her any other time than the day of, she would have forgotten. He told her to wait for a girl named Ariadne, and that she would be watching over the girl and her work, to help her out when she needed it and to make sure that everything when smoothly for the girl's first day. [break][break] Truly, Boss was smart. Farrah was good at her job, really she was, but she had the tragic problem of falling asleep on the job whenever things got slow. She'd been chastised about it often, but somehow was able to keep the job despite that being so. Having a newbie to train would make sure that she's doing her job, and if she isn't, the newbie could wake her up too. Overall, it was a win win situation. [break][break] So now, Farrah was standing, waiting for Ariadne.
It had been a long road, getting to this point. When she had first arrived in this strange new land, Ariadne had come bearing not only luggage from her previous life, but also its baggage. In her land, the Gerudo were antagonistic and hostile, and the reputation they built landed firmly upon her back. She had never overcome the inherent distrust of her peers, never stopped seeing that light of fear in the back of their glances at her.
But it was different in Hyrule. Nobody had faced her with fear in their eyes, at least as far as she could tell. They had been kind and accepting of her and, since she hadn’t made too much mention of where she’d come from after that first meeting, nobody had looked at her too awful strange. In fact, they’d even started accepting her story that she had been trained by strange woods-witches in their ways, and giving her local tips.
After the experience of the last… however long it had been, Ariadne felt it was finally time to look into this world’s version of her people. Though they were not the same- living in deserts was a far sight separated from being pirates on the sea- she could see a lot of similarities. How queer it was, entering a Gerudo camp and not knowing any of the women there, knowing that there was a whole world ‘a difference in a place when all the faces were so similar.
She was wearing her normal clothing for warm-weather operations: a loose-fitting green tunic over brown leggings, a tight belt holding it all together. Off the belt hung a pouch of some of her more… urgent herbs and unguents, but she had been told most everything else would be supplied on site, and that she was to meet with a doctor more experienced with this facility who would show her around and make sure she was settled in to begin work. Upon entering, she looked around, only then realising that she appeared entirely lost and didn’t have a description of this other healer.
Post by Farrah Abad on Jun 17, 2020 16:02:53 GMT -5
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It was fairly easy to find Farrah's newbie. Everyone else in the building, Farrah knew as another healer, or as a patient. So when a short haired cutie walked into to the room looking around, as if searching for something, while standing around awkwardly, she figured she found just the one she had been looking for. [break][break] Farrah pushed herself off the chair she had stolen from somewhere, and made her way over to the girl. (With zero intentions of returning the chair to its rightful place either.) "I'm going to assume you're Ariadne, right?" She thought of leaving it there, but quickly realized how embarrassing it would be if she was wrong, so she added on, "Unless you're not. If so, sorry for bothering you." [break][break] She did have to wonder though, what this kid was wearing. It definitely didn't look like any typical Gerudo fashion she'd seen around. Not that she hadn't seen a tunic and pants before, but more like, Farrah was under the impression this was a Gerudo, so why is she wearing such stifling clothing? [break][break] Farrah's outfit was very common in the fortress, an elaborate, pink top, which only went as low as below the breast, and an above the knee skirt. All with golden embellishments. All something you could find at any clothing vendor. So, obviously this kid wasn't from the Gerudo Fortress.
If she hadn’t already decided the desert was very much not for her, Ariadne could see herself settling here. It felt so familiar, and it was nice seeing more of her sisters than just her interested in healing. This was a sort of odd paradise, at least for her as a doctor. Probably not for the patients.
It was also excessively charming when a strikingly beautiful Gerudo approached her in traditional- but very pink- dress. Ariadne smiled unassumingly as she introduced herself, then quickly held up her hands at the introduction of awkwardness. “Oh no, you got the right of it.”
When she saw the curious lookover regarding her clothing, Ariadne couldn’t help but blush slightly. Oh, right. Despite all their differences in culture, there was still a preference for a very particular type of dress, and straying outside of that was considered strange. What had the story she came up with been?
“Oh, this? Uh, ha, wouldn’t you believe it, I was raised by wild lemurs. In the forest and this is all the spare clothes we had. What might your name’a been, by the way? I’m afraid nobody actually told me.”
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Post by Farrah Abad on Jun 17, 2020 16:42:52 GMT -5
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...Was this kid a fucking dumbass? Farrah's face gave away her blatant doubt, but she wasn't necisarily trying to hide it either. Really, that was the only lie this kid could come up with? Farrah didn't care one way or another where this kid came from, but... raised by wild lemurs? "I really don't care where you come from, hun, but you're going to have to learn to lie better than that at least, if you want to keep it a secret so bad. And my name is Farrah, though I don't really care what you call me." [break][break] Farrah turned around and motioned the girl to follow, not giving her much time to respond. Like she said, Farrah didn't care where she came from. "I'll show you around the place and where to find things, stuff like that, and then we'll get to actually working on people." As their little tour went on, Farrah explained a couple of things to Ariadne. [break][break] "You won't be able to do serious things, starting off. At least until you prove yourself to us. Or really, me I guess. I'll give a report on your work every day, but just make sure you don't do anything too stupid. If you promise not to, you'll get by easily enough..." The rest of her explanations were just simple 'don't store this here' or 'always return things back from where you got them'. Stuff like that was easy. [break][break] Finally, they made their way to the room where all the patients were. "Now it's time to finally get to work." Farrah pulled up a chair and sat in it. The room they were in was fairly sized and had about 5 beds on the left and the right, and at the head of the room, where they were, was the door and a desk and a large back table with cabinets above it where all of the medicine, herbs, and tools were stored. "Like I said earlier, I'll just be watching over you and providing help when needed, and if its anything more than a flu or a simple stitching job, I'll take over." She raised her hand in a shoo motion, then closed her eyes and crossed her arms. "Wake me if any of the other healers come by too... Minae likes to pull the chair out from under me when I nap..."
She had made some sort of mistake, that much was clear from the moment the words left her mouth. She hadn’t been entirely serious about it, but apparently what had been working in the city weren’t quite as effective among her own people. Well, that was fine and all, but she strongly hoped that it didn’t fully ruin things. At least she got a name out of her though; it briefly felt kind of like she hadn’t said it, but maybe that was a tone thing. Even though Farrah gave her no room to speak and began walking away, Ariadne got a little, “Mighty fine meetin’ you, Miss Farrah,” in, and felt proud of herself.
They wandered directly through the hospital, Farrah pointing out this and that, and Ariadne nodding quietly from a short distance behind. She had come to understand that people didn’t take her seriously here yet, given that she was still new, but she was excited nonetheless to impress them.
It was more than a little fascinating that this place was in some ways so similar to what she had been using in Termina, but in other ways so primitive. Some of the tools were practically barbaric, while she merely waited to be told what term to use for things with which she was familiar. When they finally arrived in the clinic space, Ariadne was more than a little surprised. Maybe she’d just been doing her residency at a fancy city hospital, but she was going to have a hard time just talking with her patients about their problems when they didn’t have privacy. Maybe that was a reason why they weren’t as advanced here, because people didn’t tell them honest how they were feeling due to being embarrassed. Or… maybe they were honest here regardless because it was the Gerudo and from what she remembered there was no shame among sisters.
Was she still considered a sister? How strange a thought.
“Happily, Miss Farrah. Enjoy your nap.”
She approached the first patient and sat down across from him. He was a Hylian, probably in his mid-40s and slightly overweight, but nothing that would worry her about his health. His dark hair wrapped around the back and sides of his head, encircling a bare patch of solidly burnt skin atop and along his bare shoulders. Thick, curly hair covered his chest and shoulders, and he wore a full, albeit well-maintained, beard around his sweaty features. “Good afternoon t’ya,” she said, “My name’s Ariadne, and I’ll be your physician today. What seems to be the problem?”
“My foot,” he replied, lifting his leg and resting it atop the bed. Sure enough, a putrid odour emanated from the limb, which was not for her to describe to any readers. “I want it fixed.”
She took a breath, held it for a second, and released it. “Lemme take a look at that for ya, sir. We’ll get you fixed right up.” Today was going to be a long day.
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Farrah was happy that her little newbie was so willing to let her sleep. She was a little worried the kid would try and nag her about working, like everyone else did, but this kid was alright. She'd let Farrah nap. [break][break] This time though, Farrah wasn't going to completely fall asleep. Sure, she said she'd nap, but she could easily get some sleep in and watch the girl. She was good at being a light sleeper, even if she hadn't needed the skill in many years since leaving behind the life of a thief. Farrah would have her eyes close and she'd doze off, but she'd also listen and make sure that Ariadne wasn't doing anything stupid. [break][break] So far, everything seemed to be going well. Ariadne knew how to take care of the patient she was with, and wasn't complaining about what was surely a nasty smell coming from his foot. Ugh, Farrah hated dealing with feet. Thank goodness she was just watching over the girl today.
Ariadne worked up a sweat for damn near an hour of hard work before she was satisfied with the results. Setting aside the various cutting and scraping and lancing tools that very much required sanitising, she sat back in front of him and gave him a serious look. “Awright now, it feel better?”
The man nodded. His face was tinted with red and he was sweating even more than he had been before; on top of the oppressive heat of the desert day, the process of removing what affected him and cleaning the foot beneath was not a particularly pleasant one. Still, after a wash it would smell better for the first time in probably months.
“Good, that’s good! Now, what we wanna do goin’ forward is make sure this don’t come back, right?”
He nodded again.
She gave him a big smile. “That’s good. Okay, so what I’m gonna give ya is this bundle of yarrow. Now mayhaps you’ve seen plenny of this growin around dependin on where yer from, but when it’s prepared in a specific way, it helps the wounds heal without scars, and is an anti-inflammatory-”
“Annie flamatry.”
“An-ti, in-flam-ma-tor-y,” she replied. “What that means is, well, basically it keeps the area from swelling or gettin too red goin forward. Also, it’ll keep it from gettin infected for a bit. Now you don’t wanna eat it or nothin. I’m gonna give you written instructions on howda make an infusion, so you can scrub yer foot with it twice a day until what you have runs out. Any question so far?”
He shook his head. Now, most people might take that at face value, but Ariadne had been in the game a mite too long for that. He had no idea what she was talking about, and it suddenly struck her that he plain might not be able to read. It hadn’t occurred to her since she’d arrived, what with Termina having such a high literacy rate, that it might not be reflected here perfectly. But the rules were as they were, and she had to trust in the patient to be honest until it was outright bad.
If they’d been in Termina, she would have had a regimen of supplements for him to take over the next few weeks, but she hadn’t been fortunate enough to find those here just yet. So roots and herbs would have to work for the time being. She wrote out two sheets, one of which explained the ratio of hot water to yarrow and how long to scrub with it, as well as everything else she told him. The second was a more detailed note to a potential future physician that might look him over. As she handed it to him, she said “Now this second sheet is in case it flares back up. Sometimes the first treatment doesn’t work, and it’s somethin that recurs in the environment or in somethin yer eatin, but that’s not on you. If that happens, take this to your next doctor. It’ll tell ‘em exactly what we did today and what I gave ya, so they can try somethin else. Any questions? Now’s yer last chance.”
He looked at the two pieces of paper, back to her, then to his foot, and shook his head. “Alright,” she said, “you’re free to go. It was a pleasure,”
Farrah lived on the street for most of her life, so when it came to falling asleep, she was a quick to sleep easy to wake depending on the situation. Work was one such situation, and that was why as soon as Farrah figured the girl was able to deal with the job, she passed out in her seat. There was mumbling in the background that she could hear, somewhere on the brink of fully out and almost awake. [break][break] It was only when there was a lot more shuffling around that Farrah woke up. Who knew how long it had been, but the man that Ariadne was attending to was making his way out the door past her. With one of her hands, she rubbed the sleep out of her eye and with the other, she pushed herself off the chair. "Everything go well then?" She tilted her head a bit to the side and made her way over to the girl. "You didn't wake me up yourself so I assume that nothing went wrong?"
Ariadne waited until the man was clean out of sight before quickly bundling the various tools she had used during the procedure together and dropping it all into a small bag that would take them -hopefully- to be sanitised. It wasn’t something she meant to harp on or stress over, but she was getting mighty concerned at the lack of some of the more hygiene-oriented practices she’d grown accustomed to. After that, she grabbed a stoppered glass of whiskey meant to help patients dull pain for some less-than-comfy procedures and poured some on her hands before rubbing them together for two minutes, then rinsing them with water from her personal canteen and drying them on a towel.
She was about to stand up and move on to the next patient when she heard Miss Farrah’s voice from behind and quickly stood up outta habit. It was odd, having finished medical training and suddenly feeling like she was a first-year again, but the habits of responding quickly and with respect to those above you seemed to come back easy.
Turning, Ariadne nodded graciously. “Yeah, fortunately it was a mighty simple case, Miss Farrah, thank you kindly. I, um, oh! I hope you didn’t need to check over my work or anythin’, if you did I took notes on his condition and the procedure I followed.”