Litchi's Clinic

Description: Consider this pending until we have an official Litchi. It's only right that she be the one to describe her clinic afterall.

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===> NOL Headquarters

Throwing open the door of the clinic, Bang never even noticed that the door was actually locked. His energetic nature having broken the door frame like cardboard, he entered the clinic and looked around nervously. "M-Miss Litchi? We are in dire need of your assistance!" Taking a good look around the room, Bang discovered that Miss Litchi was apparently not present at the moment. Sulking his shoulders, he let out a relieved sigh. True, he was saddened to miss seeing who he felt was his one true love, he was also relieved at not having to face her. For all his boisterous behavior, Bang was hopelessly nervous in front of the good doctor. Despite Litchi herself not being present, there was quite a supply of medical instruments available. Bang possessed a basic knowledge of dressing wounds in the field and this beastkin woman had mentioned being able to take a look at Tron's injuries herself earlier. Perhaps with the equipment here they could see to Tron's wounds without needing Miss Litchi afterall.

OOC: Are you guys still up for continuing this thread or would you rather just say "Tron go the attention she needed" and we can go our seperate ways? I'm fine with either choice but just let me know so we can keep things rolling.

OOC: Ugh, I totally missed this thread somehow, sorry about that. Anyway, we can keep this going for a short while, though without aLitchi there's not really much to do.


===> NOL Headquarters

"....You didn't have to carry me all the way. Thanks anyway."
Tron somehow slipped off Makotos shoulders, after getting carried here. The Cyborg actually has been to this place before, but she barely knew the owner. He wounds weren't treated yet, but at least the oil leaks lessened by the time they came here. Tron felt kinda dizzy. Her systems already let her know that the lack of mechanic oil will result in a shut down. So instead her core processing unit decided to set the whole system on standby to save energy.
"...I will have to switch to standby mode to preserve my health. Do not worry about my condition, as the lack of oil never could harm me in a lethal way. I trust you both to take care of my wounds."
Tron's standby mode was kind of different, then your normal computer's. Her eyes lost focus and turned completely grey. Tron was still able to interact and move around, yet it was easy to notice that this person had no presence at all. Normally people do feel the difference between living things and not living things. Right now, Tron belonged to the ladder. Although her face turned towards Bang and Makoto, there was no expression, nor feeling that could be perceived.

Makoto blinked at Tron´s comment... she didn´t think it would be an insult to her if she got carried! Regardless, it was probably better than "bleeding"... she lifted her onto an operateing table, then looked around. The place seemed deserted, but everything was still in place, no gear and no medicine was taken away from it...

"Okay... uh, Bang, you might wanna wait outside. This outta get messy."

With that, she picked up a bonesaw, a scapel, yarn and a needle and some other stuff before she hurried to the kitchen to get as much organic oil as she could... not even a minute later she came back and started to fill it into makeshift blood packets for a transfusion.

"Boy do i don´t wanna see her naked.. But there´s probably no other way."

Standing by awkwardly as Tron entered her stasis mode and Makoto scrounged for supplies, Bang figeted here and there with rapid jerky movements. He detested hospitals and clinics, mostly due to the fact that he was never sick and therefore rarely entered them. However, along with that, without Miss Litchi's incredible grace and beauty to brighten this establishment, it felt too cold and sterile. Most unbecoming of a proud son of Ikaruga. Despite that, he had a duty to uphold. He would ensure that no trespasser entered this house of healing while his apprentice was unable to defend herself. Standing in the doorway with his back to Makoto and Tron, he crossed his arms and widened his stance. From behind, he appeared quite intimidating, a confident form of rippling muscle and unearthly vigor. From the front one may notice beads of sweat appearing on his forehead as his nervousness grew, a combination of his fear of needles and his anticipation of Miss Litchi's possible return.

Tron calmly looked at Makoto. Maybe her face was only calm, because she was in standby mode and wasn't really able to change her expression. After controlling her surrounding, she layed her head back and closed her eyes. Tron felt weird. The dizziness really got to her by now. As she closed her eyes, everything started spinning. Tron lost all sense of balance and felt like lying on a ship as a horrendous storm shakes everything. The cyborg quickly felt nauseous. She knew that this was a result of lacking oil, yet despite the knowledge, she couldn't really do anything about it. While she wasn't able to feel direct pain, this horrible feeling definitely affected her. Tron understood that her reckless fighting caused this situation. So maybe she should think of another strategy. But right now nothing useful came to mind. If she had a real mechanic who'd be able to repair her over and over again, things surely would be different. But right now, she had to think of another plan. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at Makoto. The grey iris had no focus whatsoever and wasn't really locked on Makoto. It surely must felt like that Tron was looking past her instead of at her. For a moment Tron opened her mouth but no words came out. This standby mode really disabled many functions to preserve energy. Therefore she was in Makoto's care for the time being.

Makoto had NO idea what she was doing, but she was good with handling a wrench at least. Too bad that most of Tron´s complicated machineary didn´t need one... still, good to have one around.
It took her two hours and fifteen minutes to take Tron apart, seperate the broken hoses from the rest, replace them, fix some machineary that was damaged from the leaking oil and the battle and finally weld the exoskeleton back together...

Finally, her labcoat (which she put on after finding it in Litchi´s closet, along with breathing protection and rubber gloves) was stained in tainted machine oil whilst the spare oil was still running into her body through a hose.. but, her body was sewn together, so, she just pressed the whole bottle into her, stuck another into Tron´s mouth and made her drink it.. afterwards, she gave her a firm smack.

"Hey, Toaster! You´re alive again, get up!"

Still standing in the doorway to the clinic, Bang remained the vigilant guardian as Tron's repairs progressed. He may have attracted the off stare here and there but he paid no mind to them. He had a duty to up hold and by jove he would hold that duty up until his very arms fell from his body. Gradually growing absentminded during his long wait, he began to hum a lively tune to pass the time as he waited. "We must be swift as a coursing river...with all the strength of a great typhoon....with all the force of a raging fire...mysterious as the dark side of, the mooooooooon" he sang quietly to himself, gradually growing louder and more lively with each new verse. By the end of the song, without realizing it, Bang had grabbed a nearby lamp and had begun using is as a makeshift microphone. Thoroughly distracted by his own singing, Shishigami didn't even hear Makoto announce the completion of Tron's surgery.

Tron barely followed the procedure yet her systems seemed to gain more energy back after a bit of time. Finally she was able to boot up again. Her eyes regained their red color and she sat up.
"Thanks. I owe you one. Don't hesitate to ask for a favor."
The method which Makoto used had a bit of aftereffects which shouldn't last too long. Tron still felt a bit dizzy. As soon as she stretched her arms and legs the dizziness went away, almost instantly. The cyborg finally stood up. All her systems were working in order. While some parts still were damaged, her overall functionality wasn't restricted. Tron quickly noticed someone singing in a loud voice, quickly reasoning that it had to be Bang. Tron went to the door and opened it, imagining the scene in front of her. And as expected, Bang had been killing time by doing something fancy again. Tron waited until his song ended, since she didn't really want to interrupt him.
"Uhm, Sir Bang. I'm alright now."
Tron acted as calm as always. Now that this was done, they could leave the clinic. But what now? They planned to steal documents and now they ended up here. Tron didn't exactly know, what Bang planned next. The cyborg herself thought about other things, yet she had no plans to actualize it.

Spinning on his heel at the sound of Tron's voice, Bang puffed out his chest and rested his fists against his hips, setting the lamp down in the process. "Haha, excellent Miss Tron! Excellent! Now then, like an obnoxious cloud of smug air pervading the streets of San Francisco, we must steal off into the night!" he said, ignoring the fact that is was nowhere close to night time just yet. While exuberant almost ot a fault, Bang did mean well. He was overjoyed to see Tron had recovered and the best way he knew to move beyond memories of injury was to distract oneself with activity and work. Stepping forward, he dropped to one knee and placed a brief kiss on Makoto's hand before smiling so that a sparkle could be seen against his teeth. "Heed my words Miss Makoto Bakoto Nanamoko, I am in your debt and Bang Shishigami ALWAYS repays his debts. If you are ever in need of aid the pride of Ikaruga shall come on swift wings like a parakeet attacking a bald eagle." Returning to his feet, he made an about face and marched from the clinic, his crimson scarf fluttering out behind him.

OOC: apologies for the double post but this topic is moving a little slow so I suppose we can go our seperate ways for a bit.

When he finally exited the clinic in a manner which he believed to be quite heroic, Bang reached into his pocket and pulled out three small black balls the size of golf balls. Without a word, he threw the orbs at his feet and they burst open into large clouds of smoke. His form hidden in the fog, the great ninja Bang Shishigami disappeared to parts unknown in his endless quest for truth, justice, love, and justice for all.

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Tron looked at the spot where Bang stood just now. He once again disappeared in a rush, eager to do justice and Tron was left behind. The female cyborg took a long time to think about her next action. It's been some time since Tron joined Bang's followers and she still respects him for his noble goals. While the cyborg tries to help people like Bang does, she clearly noticed that the Ninja doesn't really have much success with his doings. Tron sighs. Now she was repaired but she didn't really know what to do. Actually she did know what she wanted to do, but she didn't really know how to do it. After all, Tron believes that she should have died long ago. But for a reason which she doesn't remember, she was given a second chance. Instead of using this for herself, Tron decided that she would aid people in need for help to thank for this extra life. After thoroughly analyzing the situation, she finally made up her mind. Tron had to act on her own if she wanted to achieve something. First of all she needed to leave the town. After having a fight in the NOL headquarters it was a bad idea to stick around. Therefore she decided to go into hiding for a while. It is time for a change....I think.
After she left the hospital, Tron made her way out of Orient Town.

======> Exit