Post by Richard "Scrod" Wiedemann on Jul 26, 2014 12:52:44 GMT -5
After he had handed the paper to the doctor Scrod meandered his way out to a clear spot on the ground with a little berth from the rest of the little troupe he was a part of. 'Best take inventory before we get goin'...' he thought to himself as he gently placed his pack onto the ground and began methodically taking each item out and laying it on the ground to take stock.
Explosives, flares, rope, and plenty of extra ammo were among the litter of items that soon found themselves laid out unto the ground. "That looks about right..." he muttered to himself as he began repacking everything from his weapons and supplies to the sparse amount of food he had brought. He was comfortable that he was prepared for whatever they might come across in the abandoned temple and along the way there. After all, he didn't think they could possibly run into anything overtly dangerous to their group considering there were to League champions among them. What was the worst that could happen?
"Wollcroft, when we headin' out? I'm itchin' to beat feet n' get along with this journey of ours" Scrod shouted from where he was to the man to make sure he heard him.
"The charm o' fishin's that it's the pursuit o' sumthin' elusive but attainable..."
Post by Carell Wollcroft on Jul 26, 2014 23:56:37 GMT -5
Carell's wholehearted anticipation of Xerath's reply was interrupted abruptly by a voice shouting out to him from where the rest had gathered. He had not yet learned to identify each of his newly hired companions by voice as of yet, but the accent of the man was an obvious identifier. He turned his head over his shoulder to shout his reply. "Soon. Prepare your things and get ready to leave." He turned back to Xerath, his face apologetic. "My apologies, but we will be on our way shortly. Do you have any questions or anything you wish to be addressed before we set off?"
Post by The Lady of Clockwork on Jul 27, 2014 3:50:00 GMT -5
The Ball returned to Orianna hastily, as soon as it was released from the man's grip.
It hovered towards the metal girl, and bumped against her chest with a metal clank, before she wrapped her arms around it, almost possessively. Her hand passed across its surface a few times, petting it, and something akin to a smile formed on her face. Maybe for the first time today, it seemed genuine, rather than a grim parody of human emotion.
Then, she looked at the man again. He was a strange one - the first in the party who didn't seem to be repulsed or unnerved by the automaton's presence. Instead he showed interest, looked ... curious even! That fact alone immediately drew Orianna closer. As the man looked at her, she looked back, into his eyes, at least, until he hid them behind those silly goggles of his.
- It is a pleasure to meet you, mister Tynerson. You remind me of Ezreal. We would... - the automaton girl stopped mid-sentence. She wanted to say something about killing enemies together, but recalled the last time she did it, only a few moments ago, and corrected herself: ... have lots of fun. - and an eerie chuckle at the end of it.
He mentioned being a techmaturgist, and promised to maintain her and the Ball during the trip. Orianna was fine with that, she was taught that techy people would be more friendly to machines than normal people would. Tilting her head to the left, then to the right, as she noticed he was still staring at her rather intently, she inclined her body forward, to the point they would be staring face to face.
Post by Tekun Valos on Jul 27, 2014 15:34:02 GMT -5
Xerath's arrival provoked wary looks from the Immortal Soldier. He expected him to be here but never the less the ambitious mass of energy was someone to be watchful of. If there was something here that he wanted and he was not willing to share could any one of them even hope to stop him? On the Fields of Justice, he was capable of being destroyed but he questioned whether or not it would be possible here. He had no plans of killing the Champion, but wanted a solid course of action of defending himself. A silent gaze fell to their employer. A tug broke his focus and his gaze fell to the Yordle.
"I don't have official documentation on my person. I filled out the form to the best of my abilities. I don't have medical information but my age can just about be verified with Noxus or the Avarosian tribe in Freljord. Do you insist upon this?"
Ron's focus returned to Tekun. Upon hearing his answer Ron was dumbfounded. He didn't know some humans lived that long. It was impossible and there aren't any medical records that authorize such a thing as possible. Instead he decided to accept it and move on. Just then he went towards the gloomy Zaunite girl.
"Umm... Miss?" He asked Erika. "Could you please fill this form? I'm going to be y-your doctor for this expedition and I need some information to get a p-picture of your health."
Post by Erika Rothstein on Jul 28, 2014 1:19:55 GMT -5
Erika bit the knuckle of her index finger lightly as another being approached the group, glowing neon blue and a myriad of other colors. The power exuded was incredible and though the Zaunite was far too ordinary to know what power really was even if it hit her in the face, she felt enough to know that she had to stay as far away as inhumanly possible. If it was possible, she would have shied away even further but that would mean maintaining a distance of at least ten feet from the party and Erika couldn't afford to get lost quite yet.
A familiar sounding voice floated up towards her amidst her musings and Erika peered down again. Though her face revealed no emotions, poor or otherwise, it was obvious she wasn't a fan of this thing with ears. Still, she crouched down anyway, bringing her umbrella with her and squinted at the yodel. "You are a doctor?" She asked and without waiting for an answer, retrieved the piece of paper and rested it on the ground. The letters were rather small but easy enough. However, it was asking for information Erika simply couldn't, or wouldn't, reveal. She pulled out a pen from her own satchel and in neat yet blotchy writing, began to fill it out.
When she was done, Erika simply left the paper on the ground and stood back up, nodding. "I hope that will suffice." And with that, turned to chew upon her knuckle once again whilst contemplating the contents of this party.
List all known medical conditions: unknown is a different matter. List all known medicine or possible ingredients that you may have an allergy to, this means any condition, no exceptions: everything. List medical record (Any critical injury that happened in the past including broken bones, dislocated organs and limbs and any strong disease): maybe. Fill in your blood type:? Age:twenty something. Gender:female. Name:erika rothstein.
And at the bottom of the form, there was a signature spot. The following is written above it:
'In order for me to help you in case you get any injury, any disease or worse I require full honesty and your cooperation. By signing here, you agree for a full disclosure of any information I will require during the expedition to help me keep you alive and healthy. Please note that if you do not sign this and cooperate I will act as a general medic only and I may not be able to fully help you.' -Ron
Please sign here:don't kill me please.
I CUT MY HEART OUT JUST LIKE YOU
× and i can suck the life out of it just like you ×
Ron nodded at her question. "Yes I-I'm a doctor. Certified by t-the Yorld Academy of Science and P-progress." Erika was rather meek for a human though. He wasn't sure if he couldn't overpower her. She did look quite sickly to him and he made a mental note to keep an eye on her. When she was finished, he picked up the paper from the ground and started reading it. It was probably the worse one yet and didn't even make him a bit amused. The human was gloomier than one of those undead champions.
Now that Ron finished collecting information, he went and sat down next to the party on a large stone that looked clean enough. He started writing information about each member down in his notebook, including Orianna's mental state and an idea to use Xerath as a needlessly large torch. 'Maybe I should introduce Orianna to doctor Steadman the psychologist' but he figured it would be a bad idea. Instead, he started applying his medication list, giving special attention to Erika by adding probiotics and vitamins, as well as making sure to later attempt and figure out some of the unknown blood. Luckily he also packed some blood type tests and a blood analyzer that will give him additional information. He'll need to do that later. For now he returned to his book.
Post by The Magus Ascendant on Jul 29, 2014 14:18:44 GMT -5
//Sorry for the delayed response. Work has me so busy.
Xerath had hardly noticed Carell's attempts to be polite. The words of mortals should rarely to be taken at face value, anyways. The eyes of those that dared look in his direction spoke for themselves. Their responses were all the same: either fear or resistance.
"I have no questions, mortal. And all you need know about my presence here is that I am acting as am expert in arcane knowledge as well as an agent of the Institute."
Xerath's focus shifted upward, to the invisible, ever-watching ward over the party. Knowing that only he could see the magic's forces binding the summoner's attention to the Magus Ascendant's location.
Xerath hoped there would be more to this venture than following around these decaying lifeforms around as some sort of mobile ward. It was already insulting enough being treated as a dog of the Institute, to misuse the Magus Ascendant's power like this would be an injustice to all of Runeterra.
Xerath pondered for a moment what it would take to restart the matches in the Fields of Justice. At least before, Xerath was much closer to the power of the Nexus, and that much closer to his former status.
Just then, Xerath spotted Orianna in the crowd. Perhaps this would not be so dull afterall. It was not very often that he was given a chance to work alongside the automaton. Perhaps she could be of use later...
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