Ron took the paper and quickly read it. Nothing was special there, certainly not the "red" blood type. He concluded that Leona wasn't exactly amused that they were trying to invade and loot her ancient temple by that and her general actions and form of speech, though he didn't hang around humans too much to know them well enough to fully decide that. In any case, he started. "P-please remove your armor m-miss and lie on t-this bed. I'm required to p-perform a general in-inspection on you be-before I can g-give you a s-shot and test for y-your blood type." He said, nervously. While as a yordle, he had no problem with the human female body, he knew that just like yordles, humans had a tendency to feel private about their bodies. As such he asked for permission first.
Post by The Radiant Dawn on Aug 9, 2014 23:31:42 GMT -5
Leona was vaguely familiar with the process of medical examinations from her time as a champion, and so she set about loosening the straps and taking her armor off, her sword belt and gauntlets coming off easily enough, but the intricacy of the armor required someone to give her assistance. "I need your assistance with removing the armor." She said, lowering herself to one knee so that the shorter creature would be able to reach the straps as she directed. "There are two straps on my shoulders. I need you to unfasten them." The little creature was surely unfamiliar with the work of her armor, and so she was prepared to walk him through removing it. She hoped it would not prove too difficult or time consuming a process.
Ron nodded and climbed on the bed to reach Leona's shoulders. His handiwork was quick and clean because of his years as a bartender and the delicacy of the medicine studies. He unfastened the straps and waited for Leona's further orders. When he'd get them, he'l perform them quickly and admirably well for a yordle.
Post by The Radiant Dawn on Aug 10, 2014 0:15:09 GMT -5
Leona was surprised with the deftness and speed of the yordle with the unfamiliar task with which he was presented. His skills did certainly not go unappreciated. She stopped him after all of her upper body armor was removed, leaving only her padding garments and lower body armor. "I can continue from here. Thank you for your assistance." She said, setting herself to work loosening and unfastening the plates fastened to her legs. She worked with a very keen familiarity and speed, having literally competed with others for speed in putting on and taking off armor. Within a few minutes, she had all her armor plates removed, placed neatly upon the floor, and she set herself to removing her padding garments immediately afterwards.
When she had finished, Leona stood in her undergarments, which did not do much more than keep the parts unique to her gender covered. She was, very obviously, in excellent condition, the standard of physical perfection which was demanded of all Rakkor. She had, in numerous spots across her body, several scars, none of which looked to have been pleasant to sustain. They were permanent reminders of a difficult life lived. Leona did not seem at all bothered that she had so much of her body visible, and simply sat herself down and waited for the yordle to continue.
Ron nodded to her when she told him to stop. He then patiently waited for Leona to finish removing her armor and padding. 'That looks uncomfortable...' he thought. Her scars didn't seem to move him a bit. He read that the Rakkor were competing in combat a lot in their life and those that couldn't stand it, died in the process, were banished or even executed. In any case, he saw a lot worse scars and was quite sure these weren't his last ones in this expedition. Leona, in any case, had an astounding body, Ron thought. No, he didn't care for her beauty but her fitness was flawless. While taking out his sterile equipment, he commented, ever less nervous now too. "You have quite the body there..." Ron said. He took out a syringe which he would use to extract some of Leona's blood as well as a small rubber hammer, a filled syringe and some sterile wipes. "If you could please lie down?"
Post by Tekun Valos on Aug 10, 2014 0:37:19 GMT -5
Tekun spent his time at the encampment removing himself of his and neatly putting it off to the side. It seemed the fire would be taken care of by others, so in the meanwhile he made sure that his tent would be set up and that others would be equally aided. Tekun would later watch as the little Yordle seemed to work with Leona for whatever medical examinations were necessary. The two disappeared behind a cloth barrier.
He knew he'd eventually have to deal with everything Leona was and more. He silently sighed at the thought and waited, patiently.
Post by The Radiant Dawn on Aug 10, 2014 0:47:07 GMT -5
Leona would have expected the compliment on her body from almost any man examining her, but coming from a yordle, it was slightly unexpected. She assumed it was not meant out of physical attraction to her, for he probably cared nothing for her appearance, but toward her bodily fitness, which was well out of the norm for almost anywhere but Mount Targon. She lied down, as requested, and waited for the yordle doctor to continue to do his work.
"Well..." Ron started. "I can't stop once I start. Don't worry, I'll try to not make you uncomfortable." Ron didn't wait for approval as he knew Leona was probably mentally prepared for anything before her birth. He started by taking her blood type. It was a medium sized syringe. He cleaned the area next to the palm of her hand, where a main vessel was running, and held her hand firm when he fiercely drove the needle in. The gentler you had it, the more pain the person would've experienced. He continued slowly pulling away the handle of the syringe until it was full and then he quickly removed it. He then placed a piece of cotton paper on the small hole and told Leona to hold it. Using the syringe, he filled a vial with the sample and placed two drops of the blood on a small funny looking machine.
He then went to check her knees. He started by tapping his small hammer on her knees to see if her reflexes were good and they were all good. Continuing, he moved the leg around to check for any problems. When he found none, he stopped.
Following that, he returned to her and asks her to sit. When she did, he'd take out a stethoscope and ask her to deep breath while he checked her lungs. Everything was in order. When they'd be finished, the blood test will be over. He went to check what the machine printed out.
Post by The Magus Ascendant on Aug 10, 2014 7:52:37 GMT -5
It appeared as though Xerath ignored Orianna's insulting use of His arcane power as nothing more than a torchlight. He even found it slightly amusing, though He'd never say it aloud. If the muscle tissues that used to comprise His face were still intact, it might even have mustered up a smirk.
"Your creator crafted you with an arsenal of some of the deadliest gadgets known to Valoran, and forgot a light source?"
Xerath did not mean for it to come out as insulting as it had, but He was hoping to learn something more of Orianna's "purpose". Orianna was always trying to assimilate with the mortal kin, which puzzled Xerath. Why would anyone want to be something so weak and feeble?
Post by The Radiant Dawn on Aug 10, 2014 11:59:31 GMT -5
Leona's blood, although still obviously crimson, had an odd property to it. It might be glanced over at first, but upon any prolonged observation, Ron would notice a faint golden hue among the crimson. Leona was aware of the odd appearance of her blood, she knew it became far more pronounced in the presence of solar energy and light, to the point of which it looked as if she bled gold when she wielded the might of the Sun. She rose to her feet after Ron had finished his examination, and waited patiently for him to give her the details of her physical shape and dismiss her, as was the norm for all examinations of this type.
Post by The Lady of Clockwork on Aug 10, 2014 13:41:16 GMT -5
Seemed that Orianna and Xerath were perfect companions to each other in conversations.
Neither seemed capable of getting angry at things others would find insulting. And neither were very good at socializing, though for entirely different reasons. Orianna would read her book, unphased by the electricity, or the intimidating mage. However, she would react to his question. Turning her head to him, she answered the mage's question with sincerity:
- My arsenal was made to perform as a champion on Summoner's Rift. There's always daylight in there. - she rationalized, simply ignoring the fact that Corvin was not able to fit every useful gadget within hers, or the Ball's shell. Or, perhaps, he didn't think about it. Not that it mattered. But, all things considered, perhaps it was a useful thought!
- I shall ask my father to construct a flashlight for me, when we return. Thank you for the light, Xerath. You are very illuminating. Who is your creator?
Although having fought almost every champion to ever visit the summoner's rift, Orianna was blissfully ignorant about their pasts. Xerath was not a human, so she assumed someone 'made' him. It made her curious. The energy being was much unlike an automaton.
Post by The Magus Ascendant on Aug 11, 2014 13:10:13 GMT -5
Xerath was set back by Orianna's question. The first thing that came to mind was the ritual of His ascension. The moment of the actual ascension was the most confusing experience. Unaware of whether He had bent the arcane to His will, or magic itself was bending Him... it did not matter, as both are One now.
"I created Myself," He said in a matter of fact tone. "I freed myself of a human vessel to unlock the secrets of the arcane."
Xerath's pride swelled as He boasted of His accomplishment. But as He recalled the details off the casualties that day, and His life prior, His tone darkened.
"But it was all for naught, as I was imprisoned in My moment of triumph. " Arcs of energy cracked and snapped as Xerath's arcane appendages pulled at the chains of His sarcophagus, but they did not budge.
"And they hold me to this day."
Xerath grew very still with His conclusion, despite the fluid nature of the energy that comprised His form.
Ron noticed the faint golden glow only when his device started reading "2% Magic" where magic is usually 0%. 2% was not all that high, but it did mean extended exposure to some sort of magical power. Ron guessed that since Leona was what was called, "the embodiment of the sun" or "the sun's avatar" then it would be... Normal? He guessed. In any case, he looked at the small hexscreen and pressed a button, then read the rest. It would appear that everything was in place except the magic, but that meager amount is not something to make a fuss of. He might even be able to transfer blood from her to others assuming that they don't suffer from magical drawbacks.
"Miss Leona, your readings, like your physics are exquisite. I've also found that your blood type is A+ which is important to know. I would recommend, however, that you refrain from many alcohol drinks in the future. It's not as if I can see if you drink or not, but the magic in your blood does make it dangerous. In any case, have a good evening and please call the next person."
Post by The Radiant Dawn on Aug 11, 2014 22:36:43 GMT -5
Leona slowly nodded as the yordle doctor continued to speak. What he said about blood type did not make much sense to her but he seemed to think it was important, so she decided it was best kept in mind. His comment on alcohol did not trouble her, she had no affinity for it as it was. Glancing toward her neatly arranged pile of plates that was her armor, she knew that she could not put it all back on by herself, and since the yordle was now familiar with taking it off, he could assist her with putting it on. "Can you assist me with my armor when it comes time to put it on tomorrow morning?"
Ron's ears perked up at the request for assistance. While it may look trivial to some, having a champion requesting HIS help was a big thing for him. "Wha- I mean... Wait-... What? I'm like... Sure... Okay I'll help!" He said, his cheeks reddening a bit.
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