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Carmelian Expanse - 009015:5 (Eselberg Station, Kalis System)
Medical Center
Were they living in some urban center, there'd be a wailing siren going as an ambulance vehicle screamed down the road, barreling it's way towards the hospital that was its destination. However, here on Eselberg Station, that wasn't quite as viable. But the gurney was being pushed forward by one of the recently arrived War Nuns which made up the Equalibria clergy on the station wasn't going to let a little thing like people in the way slow her down. And with good reason.
The man on the medical gurney was holding his arm with a hand, while the mangled meat that once made up the arm below the elbow oozed red from many places onto the once pristine white fabric. He looked like one of the usual drifting mercs that would pass through the station, usually hunting for work where they could get it. Probably thought he could hit up the War Nuns while he was here. His response was the very thing going on right now.
"FUUUUCK!" The man gritted out through his teeth.
"Oh shut the fuck up you dumb mother fucker!" The Nun replied, her deeply tanned skin, blonde hair with pink highlights and vibrant violet eyes (which looked artificially colored), snapped down at the man. "You tried to taunt the Mother of this station's clergy to a round of chicken with fucking shotguns. The hell did you expect to happen?!" She pointed out, with a rhetorical demand at the end. Swinging one more turn, she pushed through the still opening doors of the medical wing.
This was a place she definitely had no interest in being in. Not because she was squeamish about it. Hardly. She was used to the blood, harsh chemical smell, and general sterile tone such places had. She was a Strike Medicae in the Holy Order of Temperance. It meant she got very comfortable being in it while she was treating injured War Nun's. But her little 'medical bay' in the Clergy's section wasn't equipped to handle this kind of significant injury.
"Oi! Demon! Got someone in need of your care! Left forearm, wrist and hand utterly mangled by a PDX-19 Storm Blast shotgun set to flechettes. They challenged the Mother to a game of shotgun chicken and lost. Blood loss is about a quarter pint between tournequite being applied 10 minutes ago and now." She said to the room, not even bothering to see if the Doctor was in, just jumping straight into the diagnosis.
Throwing the gurney forward, she simply walked to a nearby sink and promptly got to work washing her hands and forearms, completely ignoring the blood which stained her habit. "I've given him a medium strength painkiller, but it doesn't seem to be hitting his system in the normal way. Still registering pain at a measure of 6.7 out of 10. I didn't have the strong stuff, so I gave him a double dose." She continued, pulling on the gloves for the upcoming bloody work.
Tarkus was sitting by his trauma table when the Nun and patient came barreling into the room. In an instant, Tarkus went from annoyed to completely clinical, taking the field report. "Time to get to work."
Pulling the man onto his table, his eyes began to glow as he assessed his patients blood flow. "Brachial artery severed. Multiple penatratring traumas." Hitting his comm link he cooly ordered "Commence mass transfusion protocol." A tech came in and immediately tore up a bag of blood which Tarkus took and began to cast with.
Looking to the Nun, he ordered. "Get me a large bore IV and start transfusing blood as quick as you can. I'll start on the artery." As he finished his spell casted. "Paralysis!" As he spoke the man went from squirming to completely limp. He then began his work on the bloodied arm.
Moving to the clearly marked drawer, she grabbed the needle requested and walked over to the table, and inserted it with an experienced hand. "I expect you have universal donor packs?" She asked, sure he did, but asking more out of practice over anything else.
"Yes, first 2 bags are universal. But he's B positive. Bags are already on the way." He replied, clamping the artery and starting to suture.
"Right." She said, moving to the drawer to draw out one of the bags, and rigging it up to begin the tranfusion. "Alright, going in." She said, reaching up, she flicked on the light station and shined it firmly onto the mess of an arm. "Guess he should be glad it wasn't buck." She mused, snorting, whilst beginning to clean sections of the arm to help with tracking any other danger spots of injury.
The doctor grunted in the affirmative as he continued to suture. Finally after several long minutes he finally spoke. "Artery repaired. Now the fun job of fishing all those flechete and bone fragments out of his arm." He said, his hand waving over the patients arm. "Damn mercs. He's lucky the round didn't go through his lung. That would have been a nightmare to repair. He owes me blood as is."
The Nun sighed, finding a clean cloth to wipe her hands with. "Let me guess, he'll pay for it with his own?" She remarked in a snide, almost demeaning manner. She clearly didn't seem happy about having to work with Tarkus, but she was clearly professional enough to put that aside to do her job.
"Can't say I'd be surprised. Demons do as demons do. Doesn't matter how 'reformed' you all claim to be." She added as a muttered jab at the doctor.
Tarkus sided eyed the Nun. "Oh no, the big bad demon wants more blood. How dare he ask for donations after he saves people. How ever will he replace the hospital's blood bank to save more fucking idiots." The doctor deadpan.
"If he was an O-neg, sure. Fine. But he's B-pos. Kind of a limited point of option there, 'doctor'." the snarked back. Throwing aside the towel she'd been using, she put her hands on her exposed hips, and leaned forward, causing her bust to sway slightly.
"Heavens, if the bloody demon slut would just let us put in a proper medical center and not have to come here for medical treatment, I'm sure I know which one would see more people who need medical help." she continued, referring to Elenor with her quip.
Tarkus blinked, then began laughing. He did so for several seconds before he finally got the words our. "I'm the chief medical officer on this station. You realize that your little medical ward would answer directly to me? That 'demon slut' was trying to do you a favor!" The doctor then went back to his raucous laughter. Sighing he continued to work.
"We'd get our own supplies and support structures in place. We would not be subservient to your whims." She shot back. "The fact we're made to rely on you is the thing that sticks most in my craw. It's like she's trying to make us leave by forcing us to be in a secondary citizen status." She continued, not once stepping in to stop Tarkus work. She may be bitching about it, but she was keeping a professional air about the whole thing.
An irony as she'd yet to give her name, but that could probably be excused to her current attitude making it clear she was upset about their current situation.
Tarkus rolled his eyes. "Then you have failed to grasp the true nature of this station." He replied, his tone more of an exasperated teacher than angry at her remarks. As he finished fishing out the flechettes and bone shards, he grabbed a cleam scalpel and sliced his hand open. "Regeneration." He said, eye glowing once more as his blood began forming around the shattered remains of the merc's arm.
His eyes flicked back up the Nun. It was the first time he had actually took in her form. His eyes dancing across her exposed skin. "You're a Nun…?" He asked, questioningly. "You look more like a gyaru than a papist."
"Yes, I'm a War Nun Medicae of the Holy Order of Temperance. Equalibria give me strength, if you even imply I'm a daft airhead, I'll try to exorcise you myself, right here right now." The woman snapped back. "Just because I make the time to have a look I enjoy having doesn't mean I'm incompitent or an idiot." she continued.
This time Tarkus sighed, exasperated. "If I thought you were daft, I wouldn't have allowed you to remain in my trauma bay. However, now I'm rethinking that initial assessment." He replied. Before their eyes, the mercs arm began to repair itself. Tapping a button he called. "Cancel the mass transfusion protocol and get this idiot up to the ICU." After several long moments four techs came in whisked the merc away, leaving the 'gyaru nun' and Tarkus alone in the blood stained room.
The nun sighed, and walked over to a nearby medical cabinet. "For Equalibria's sake, if you aren't going to at least bandage that cut, I will." She said, grabbing a roll of gauze and some alcohol and a bit of quick clot powder.
Walking over to Tarkus with the supplies in hand, she put them on the nearby cart and reached to grab ahold of Tarkus' hand, only to pause and blink at the cut already being closed.
Tarkus smirked and wiggled his fingers. "All good. Blood demon remember? Accelerated healing is my Forte." He said sliding his gloves back over his hands. As he did, he sat on one of the rolling stools. Kicking one over to the Nun he added. "Make yourself comfortable 'Gyaru.' We have paperwork to do now."
The nun sighed and walked back over to the cabinet and put the things she'd pulled out away. As the stool was kicked over to her, she caught it with her thigh-high boot easily enough. "It's Bellana Lunstra." She said, swinging the stool around and settling herself into it with ease. Picking up a nearby clipboard and some of the paperwork , she grabbed a pen and began to write the required details on it.
Tarkus smirked like the cat who ate the canary. He had gotten her name with out having to ask. He took several long seconds to enjoy the victory before the smirk dropped and he fell back into an annoyed mood. "Damn paperwork. I'd get so much more done if Setsuya and Elenor didn't need notes and expense reports. So annoying…" The demon muttered to himself.
He looked back over to Bellana who was still sharing his work space. The doctor had meant to ask her a question but he drew a blank as he stared. Snapping out of it he turned back to his work, question forgotten.
Bellana shrugged. "Doesn't much differ to me. I have to do this again when I get back to my ward at the chapel, since I have to explain what I did about the injury and when." She remarked, as she filled out the 'paramedic' side of things, hardly looking up from her clipboard as she did.
Tarkus nodded. "I see, well I could just copy your note for you. It save you the hassle of having to write it again. Call it thanks for the help." He remarked as he tossed his papers into a pile on his desk.
"That'd be nice. Still irks me to no end that the Mother Superior still wants it in paper over digital format." Bellan replied, continuing to fill things out. As she finished her documentation, she sighed and leaned back. "Especially since digital, we literally just pull down a drop down to select the key details, then expand on in an extra section." She grumbled.
Tarkus snorted. "A-fuckin-men to that. Hate paper charts. I have to expend magic just to get it done in time." As he spoke, he snapped his fingers and several pens across the room began to rise in the air. Before the Nun could ask, the doctor explained. "I use my blood to create simulacras. Instead of an entire dopple I can just make hands to hold the pens, then they dictate my notes for me." He explained as two of the pens moved by Bellana and began to copy her notes down onto two separate pages.
Bellana chuckled. "How is it that such issues seem universal?" She asks aloud, having put the clipboard down. "I should be proving how superior we do things, and yet your making it clear it ain't much different with the infernal than it is with the divine. Unless your trying to lull me into a sense of ease to begin your foul corruption?" She asked, making it sound like she was serious, but also joking somehow.
Takus sided eyed the medic. "That's because medicine is, for the most part, universal. Ask a doctor or a medic or anyone in our field. They do it to help people. Mind you not everyone is in it for the altruistic reasons. Some people are just assholes, but nine out if ten are here to save lives." At her last comment he smirked. "I thought you smarter than that 'miss gyaru.' My foul corruption would be all over the station already wouldn't it? And yet I'm content to stay here."
"I'm more surprised at how *uncorrupted* the station is. Got a demon slut owning it, with a 'cubi as her handler, you, and then several demons as well living here, and yet the station isn't a place of foul hedonism or slaughter. It goes against everything we get told and see all the time." Bellana replied, shrugging.
Tarkus sat back and crossed his arms. "Don't forget I peacefully coexist with my elder sisters who are both celestials. That throws everyone for a loop. It's fun to watch people do that mental math in their heads'." He added, reaching back and grabbing two glasses and a decanter. "Drink?" He asked pouring a dark brown liquor into his glass.
"I'll pass. Vow of sobriety." She said, shrugging boredly, as if she'd had to explain that so many times that it just comes out of mouth instinctively now.
"Eh suit yourself." He replied downing the contents in one go. "Another fun perk of being a blood demon. I can filter out the alcohol from my blood at work. So I can enjoy the sweet taste of bourbon and not have it affect my job performance. Plus it keeps the stupid people away when they see the doctor drinking."
"Almost sounds like your trying to sell me on selling my soul to become one myself." Bellana remarked, shaking her head as she relaxed. "Equalibria, the cleansing I'm going to have to do to keep the rest of the Nuns from bitching about the stench of demon on me just for being here." She grumbled, sighing.
Tarkus chuckled. "I don't care. I don't want your soul anyway. I don't do contracts. Also how do you think I feel? I'm gonna have to scrub for days to get the stench of hypocrisy from my clothes." He added.
"You mean holy purity." She shot back, a small grin touching her lips as she spoke. "After all, it's much more welcome to people than the stench of corruption and the like. At least in here, it's overpowered by the smell of a properly operating medical center."
Tarkus smirked back "But Bellana, I'm confused. If the smell of my corrupted flesh is so offending, then why do you still sit there exchanging wordplay with a bloody demon? Pun intended by the way." He teased pouring a second glass.
"Because you're about the only person I've met on this foul station that I can speak candidly with on the matter of medicine." She replied primly and as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Certainly not for your personality!" She added with an actual grin.
Tarkus laughed once more, it was clear to the staff of the medical ward that the doctor was actually in a good mood. They hadn't seen the grumpy demon that way since they started working for him. "Says the gyaru nun. Though you do have the intellect I'll give you that."
"I swear, what is wrong with wanting to look a certain way and people assuming you're an airheaded idiot?" She asked rhetorically, miming looking up at the roof in askance for his claims. "In all honesty, I just happen to think I look pretty damned good like this." She remarked, returning her gaze back to 'the land'. "And considering some of the attire edicts we have, I might as well make myself look as nice as I can."
Tarkus continued to chuckle, "Cutest Nun on the station I'd say." His laughter stopped. Like the little demons in his head just slapped the emergency brake. The fuck did he just say???
Bellana blinked and looked over at Tarkus curiously. "Come again?"
Tarkus' snow white skin did nothing to hide the red crepping across his cheeks. He spun around to his glass and slammed it back. "Oh nothing. Just saying something about gyaru Nuns again." He said already pouring a third glass.
"I thought that's what it was." She said, huffing and crossing her arms. Even turning her head away in a haughty fashion. And barely under her breath, if one listened closely. "Damn, why'd he have to say that? Now I feel all exposed."
Tarkus sat there for a long moment before he realized something. He had never dispelled his Simulacras. It was the same moment he felt his mana pool run dry. "Oh shit." He said as all the pens hit the ground at the same time. The blush leaving his face as his pale complexion got paler.
Seeing the pens all clatter to the ground, she couldn't help but laugh. Sure it wasn't some rich tinkling sound that some went for, but it wasn't some horribly horse-like braying sounds either. It was kind of that comfortable middle ground. "Seems even one as in your domain as you are, can have mishaps."
Tarkus rolled his eyes. "Spent to much blood fixing the idiot. Plus I'll have you know I was replenishing our universal donor blood." He said tapping his forearm where a faint puncture wound could be seen.
"I'm sure. Well, if you ever need more, I'm sure I can find some willing to help, those that're too scared to come to you at least." She replied, before standing up and stretching. Ignoring the slight creaking noise that came from under her habit. "Anyways, I should probably take this copy back now before the rest of the Nuns decide they have to storm your domain to rescue me."
Tarkus nodded tiredly. "Yeah can we avoid that. Doctor big bad blood demon could use a nap." He replied holding a copy of his own notes out to her. "Take this too, incase anything is missing from yours."
With a nod, Bellana took the proffered notes and added them to the small sheaf of papers she had in her hand from her own reports. "Take care." She said, giving a nod before stepping out, now that she was walking as opposed to rushing, the sway of her hips and elegance of her walk much clearer, she seemed to like being eyed. Even if it meant that included a 'foul demon' as it were.
Tarkus watched as Bellana sashayed out of his office. As he did a tech walked in and looked from the doc to the Nun and back. Without looking Tarkus said. "One word to anyone about what you heard and I'll put your insides on the outside."
Medical Center
Were they living in some urban center, there'd be a wailing siren going as an ambulance vehicle screamed down the road, barreling it's way towards the hospital that was its destination. However, here on Eselberg Station, that wasn't quite as viable. But the gurney was being pushed forward by one of the recently arrived War Nuns which made up the Equalibria clergy on the station wasn't going to let a little thing like people in the way slow her down. And with good reason.
The man on the medical gurney was holding his arm with a hand, while the mangled meat that once made up the arm below the elbow oozed red from many places onto the once pristine white fabric. He looked like one of the usual drifting mercs that would pass through the station, usually hunting for work where they could get it. Probably thought he could hit up the War Nuns while he was here. His response was the very thing going on right now.
"FUUUUCK!" The man gritted out through his teeth.
"Oh shut the fuck up you dumb mother fucker!" The Nun replied, her deeply tanned skin, blonde hair with pink highlights and vibrant violet eyes (which looked artificially colored), snapped down at the man. "You tried to taunt the Mother of this station's clergy to a round of chicken with fucking shotguns. The hell did you expect to happen?!" She pointed out, with a rhetorical demand at the end. Swinging one more turn, she pushed through the still opening doors of the medical wing.
This was a place she definitely had no interest in being in. Not because she was squeamish about it. Hardly. She was used to the blood, harsh chemical smell, and general sterile tone such places had. She was a Strike Medicae in the Holy Order of Temperance. It meant she got very comfortable being in it while she was treating injured War Nun's. But her little 'medical bay' in the Clergy's section wasn't equipped to handle this kind of significant injury.
"Oi! Demon! Got someone in need of your care! Left forearm, wrist and hand utterly mangled by a PDX-19 Storm Blast shotgun set to flechettes. They challenged the Mother to a game of shotgun chicken and lost. Blood loss is about a quarter pint between tournequite being applied 10 minutes ago and now." She said to the room, not even bothering to see if the Doctor was in, just jumping straight into the diagnosis.
Throwing the gurney forward, she simply walked to a nearby sink and promptly got to work washing her hands and forearms, completely ignoring the blood which stained her habit. "I've given him a medium strength painkiller, but it doesn't seem to be hitting his system in the normal way. Still registering pain at a measure of 6.7 out of 10. I didn't have the strong stuff, so I gave him a double dose." She continued, pulling on the gloves for the upcoming bloody work.
Tarkus was sitting by his trauma table when the Nun and patient came barreling into the room. In an instant, Tarkus went from annoyed to completely clinical, taking the field report. "Time to get to work."
Pulling the man onto his table, his eyes began to glow as he assessed his patients blood flow. "Brachial artery severed. Multiple penatratring traumas." Hitting his comm link he cooly ordered "Commence mass transfusion protocol." A tech came in and immediately tore up a bag of blood which Tarkus took and began to cast with.
Looking to the Nun, he ordered. "Get me a large bore IV and start transfusing blood as quick as you can. I'll start on the artery." As he finished his spell casted. "Paralysis!" As he spoke the man went from squirming to completely limp. He then began his work on the bloodied arm.
Moving to the clearly marked drawer, she grabbed the needle requested and walked over to the table, and inserted it with an experienced hand. "I expect you have universal donor packs?" She asked, sure he did, but asking more out of practice over anything else.
"Yes, first 2 bags are universal. But he's B positive. Bags are already on the way." He replied, clamping the artery and starting to suture.
"Right." She said, moving to the drawer to draw out one of the bags, and rigging it up to begin the tranfusion. "Alright, going in." She said, reaching up, she flicked on the light station and shined it firmly onto the mess of an arm. "Guess he should be glad it wasn't buck." She mused, snorting, whilst beginning to clean sections of the arm to help with tracking any other danger spots of injury.
The doctor grunted in the affirmative as he continued to suture. Finally after several long minutes he finally spoke. "Artery repaired. Now the fun job of fishing all those flechete and bone fragments out of his arm." He said, his hand waving over the patients arm. "Damn mercs. He's lucky the round didn't go through his lung. That would have been a nightmare to repair. He owes me blood as is."
The Nun sighed, finding a clean cloth to wipe her hands with. "Let me guess, he'll pay for it with his own?" She remarked in a snide, almost demeaning manner. She clearly didn't seem happy about having to work with Tarkus, but she was clearly professional enough to put that aside to do her job.
"Can't say I'd be surprised. Demons do as demons do. Doesn't matter how 'reformed' you all claim to be." She added as a muttered jab at the doctor.
Tarkus sided eyed the Nun. "Oh no, the big bad demon wants more blood. How dare he ask for donations after he saves people. How ever will he replace the hospital's blood bank to save more fucking idiots." The doctor deadpan.
"If he was an O-neg, sure. Fine. But he's B-pos. Kind of a limited point of option there, 'doctor'." the snarked back. Throwing aside the towel she'd been using, she put her hands on her exposed hips, and leaned forward, causing her bust to sway slightly.
"Heavens, if the bloody demon slut would just let us put in a proper medical center and not have to come here for medical treatment, I'm sure I know which one would see more people who need medical help." she continued, referring to Elenor with her quip.
Tarkus blinked, then began laughing. He did so for several seconds before he finally got the words our. "I'm the chief medical officer on this station. You realize that your little medical ward would answer directly to me? That 'demon slut' was trying to do you a favor!" The doctor then went back to his raucous laughter. Sighing he continued to work.
"We'd get our own supplies and support structures in place. We would not be subservient to your whims." She shot back. "The fact we're made to rely on you is the thing that sticks most in my craw. It's like she's trying to make us leave by forcing us to be in a secondary citizen status." She continued, not once stepping in to stop Tarkus work. She may be bitching about it, but she was keeping a professional air about the whole thing.
An irony as she'd yet to give her name, but that could probably be excused to her current attitude making it clear she was upset about their current situation.
Tarkus rolled his eyes. "Then you have failed to grasp the true nature of this station." He replied, his tone more of an exasperated teacher than angry at her remarks. As he finished fishing out the flechettes and bone shards, he grabbed a cleam scalpel and sliced his hand open. "Regeneration." He said, eye glowing once more as his blood began forming around the shattered remains of the merc's arm.
His eyes flicked back up the Nun. It was the first time he had actually took in her form. His eyes dancing across her exposed skin. "You're a Nun…?" He asked, questioningly. "You look more like a gyaru than a papist."
"Yes, I'm a War Nun Medicae of the Holy Order of Temperance. Equalibria give me strength, if you even imply I'm a daft airhead, I'll try to exorcise you myself, right here right now." The woman snapped back. "Just because I make the time to have a look I enjoy having doesn't mean I'm incompitent or an idiot." she continued.
This time Tarkus sighed, exasperated. "If I thought you were daft, I wouldn't have allowed you to remain in my trauma bay. However, now I'm rethinking that initial assessment." He replied. Before their eyes, the mercs arm began to repair itself. Tapping a button he called. "Cancel the mass transfusion protocol and get this idiot up to the ICU." After several long moments four techs came in whisked the merc away, leaving the 'gyaru nun' and Tarkus alone in the blood stained room.
The nun sighed, and walked over to a nearby medical cabinet. "For Equalibria's sake, if you aren't going to at least bandage that cut, I will." She said, grabbing a roll of gauze and some alcohol and a bit of quick clot powder.
Walking over to Tarkus with the supplies in hand, she put them on the nearby cart and reached to grab ahold of Tarkus' hand, only to pause and blink at the cut already being closed.
Tarkus smirked and wiggled his fingers. "All good. Blood demon remember? Accelerated healing is my Forte." He said sliding his gloves back over his hands. As he did, he sat on one of the rolling stools. Kicking one over to the Nun he added. "Make yourself comfortable 'Gyaru.' We have paperwork to do now."
The nun sighed and walked back over to the cabinet and put the things she'd pulled out away. As the stool was kicked over to her, she caught it with her thigh-high boot easily enough. "It's Bellana Lunstra." She said, swinging the stool around and settling herself into it with ease. Picking up a nearby clipboard and some of the paperwork , she grabbed a pen and began to write the required details on it.
Tarkus smirked like the cat who ate the canary. He had gotten her name with out having to ask. He took several long seconds to enjoy the victory before the smirk dropped and he fell back into an annoyed mood. "Damn paperwork. I'd get so much more done if Setsuya and Elenor didn't need notes and expense reports. So annoying…" The demon muttered to himself.
He looked back over to Bellana who was still sharing his work space. The doctor had meant to ask her a question but he drew a blank as he stared. Snapping out of it he turned back to his work, question forgotten.
Bellana shrugged. "Doesn't much differ to me. I have to do this again when I get back to my ward at the chapel, since I have to explain what I did about the injury and when." She remarked, as she filled out the 'paramedic' side of things, hardly looking up from her clipboard as she did.
Tarkus nodded. "I see, well I could just copy your note for you. It save you the hassle of having to write it again. Call it thanks for the help." He remarked as he tossed his papers into a pile on his desk.
"That'd be nice. Still irks me to no end that the Mother Superior still wants it in paper over digital format." Bellan replied, continuing to fill things out. As she finished her documentation, she sighed and leaned back. "Especially since digital, we literally just pull down a drop down to select the key details, then expand on in an extra section." She grumbled.
Tarkus snorted. "A-fuckin-men to that. Hate paper charts. I have to expend magic just to get it done in time." As he spoke, he snapped his fingers and several pens across the room began to rise in the air. Before the Nun could ask, the doctor explained. "I use my blood to create simulacras. Instead of an entire dopple I can just make hands to hold the pens, then they dictate my notes for me." He explained as two of the pens moved by Bellana and began to copy her notes down onto two separate pages.
Bellana chuckled. "How is it that such issues seem universal?" She asks aloud, having put the clipboard down. "I should be proving how superior we do things, and yet your making it clear it ain't much different with the infernal than it is with the divine. Unless your trying to lull me into a sense of ease to begin your foul corruption?" She asked, making it sound like she was serious, but also joking somehow.
Takus sided eyed the medic. "That's because medicine is, for the most part, universal. Ask a doctor or a medic or anyone in our field. They do it to help people. Mind you not everyone is in it for the altruistic reasons. Some people are just assholes, but nine out if ten are here to save lives." At her last comment he smirked. "I thought you smarter than that 'miss gyaru.' My foul corruption would be all over the station already wouldn't it? And yet I'm content to stay here."
"I'm more surprised at how *uncorrupted* the station is. Got a demon slut owning it, with a 'cubi as her handler, you, and then several demons as well living here, and yet the station isn't a place of foul hedonism or slaughter. It goes against everything we get told and see all the time." Bellana replied, shrugging.
Tarkus sat back and crossed his arms. "Don't forget I peacefully coexist with my elder sisters who are both celestials. That throws everyone for a loop. It's fun to watch people do that mental math in their heads'." He added, reaching back and grabbing two glasses and a decanter. "Drink?" He asked pouring a dark brown liquor into his glass.
"I'll pass. Vow of sobriety." She said, shrugging boredly, as if she'd had to explain that so many times that it just comes out of mouth instinctively now.
"Eh suit yourself." He replied downing the contents in one go. "Another fun perk of being a blood demon. I can filter out the alcohol from my blood at work. So I can enjoy the sweet taste of bourbon and not have it affect my job performance. Plus it keeps the stupid people away when they see the doctor drinking."
"Almost sounds like your trying to sell me on selling my soul to become one myself." Bellana remarked, shaking her head as she relaxed. "Equalibria, the cleansing I'm going to have to do to keep the rest of the Nuns from bitching about the stench of demon on me just for being here." She grumbled, sighing.
Tarkus chuckled. "I don't care. I don't want your soul anyway. I don't do contracts. Also how do you think I feel? I'm gonna have to scrub for days to get the stench of hypocrisy from my clothes." He added.
"You mean holy purity." She shot back, a small grin touching her lips as she spoke. "After all, it's much more welcome to people than the stench of corruption and the like. At least in here, it's overpowered by the smell of a properly operating medical center."
Tarkus smirked back "But Bellana, I'm confused. If the smell of my corrupted flesh is so offending, then why do you still sit there exchanging wordplay with a bloody demon? Pun intended by the way." He teased pouring a second glass.
"Because you're about the only person I've met on this foul station that I can speak candidly with on the matter of medicine." She replied primly and as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Certainly not for your personality!" She added with an actual grin.
Tarkus laughed once more, it was clear to the staff of the medical ward that the doctor was actually in a good mood. They hadn't seen the grumpy demon that way since they started working for him. "Says the gyaru nun. Though you do have the intellect I'll give you that."
"I swear, what is wrong with wanting to look a certain way and people assuming you're an airheaded idiot?" She asked rhetorically, miming looking up at the roof in askance for his claims. "In all honesty, I just happen to think I look pretty damned good like this." She remarked, returning her gaze back to 'the land'. "And considering some of the attire edicts we have, I might as well make myself look as nice as I can."
Tarkus continued to chuckle, "Cutest Nun on the station I'd say." His laughter stopped. Like the little demons in his head just slapped the emergency brake. The fuck did he just say???
Bellana blinked and looked over at Tarkus curiously. "Come again?"
Tarkus' snow white skin did nothing to hide the red crepping across his cheeks. He spun around to his glass and slammed it back. "Oh nothing. Just saying something about gyaru Nuns again." He said already pouring a third glass.
"I thought that's what it was." She said, huffing and crossing her arms. Even turning her head away in a haughty fashion. And barely under her breath, if one listened closely. "Damn, why'd he have to say that? Now I feel all exposed."
Tarkus sat there for a long moment before he realized something. He had never dispelled his Simulacras. It was the same moment he felt his mana pool run dry. "Oh shit." He said as all the pens hit the ground at the same time. The blush leaving his face as his pale complexion got paler.
Seeing the pens all clatter to the ground, she couldn't help but laugh. Sure it wasn't some rich tinkling sound that some went for, but it wasn't some horribly horse-like braying sounds either. It was kind of that comfortable middle ground. "Seems even one as in your domain as you are, can have mishaps."
Tarkus rolled his eyes. "Spent to much blood fixing the idiot. Plus I'll have you know I was replenishing our universal donor blood." He said tapping his forearm where a faint puncture wound could be seen.
"I'm sure. Well, if you ever need more, I'm sure I can find some willing to help, those that're too scared to come to you at least." She replied, before standing up and stretching. Ignoring the slight creaking noise that came from under her habit. "Anyways, I should probably take this copy back now before the rest of the Nuns decide they have to storm your domain to rescue me."
Tarkus nodded tiredly. "Yeah can we avoid that. Doctor big bad blood demon could use a nap." He replied holding a copy of his own notes out to her. "Take this too, incase anything is missing from yours."
With a nod, Bellana took the proffered notes and added them to the small sheaf of papers she had in her hand from her own reports. "Take care." She said, giving a nod before stepping out, now that she was walking as opposed to rushing, the sway of her hips and elegance of her walk much clearer, she seemed to like being eyed. Even if it meant that included a 'foul demon' as it were.
Tarkus watched as Bellana sashayed out of his office. As he did a tech walked in and looked from the doc to the Nun and back. Without looking Tarkus said. "One word to anyone about what you heard and I'll put your insides on the outside."