[Echo-chan713]

"Oh sorry miss, I didn't mean to insult you in any way" Echo apologizes to the lady in black.

[Cheesecake]

"Oh, no, it's okay. I am fully aware that this outfit is not the most traditional battle wear. It's quite fine that you mentioned it. I might go a head and find some traditional wear," she said.

[Echo-chan713]

Echo smiled, and then that same jolt of pain went up her arm, she didn't do anything to it while she was on her bed, she looks at it again and it's still nothing unusual there. Could be nerve damage she thought.

[Cheesecake]

Cheesecake entered with another outfit. She felt it would suit the traditional styles of battle with two leg holsters with twin daggers. She approached the woman before. "How does this look?"

[Echo-chan713]

"It looks nice ma'am" she complimented the lady "Now you can walk around and help others in need" echo smiles

[Cheesecake]

"Oh, yes. I will get right on it!" Cheesecake exclaimed as she scurried off to aid her fellow rebels. She was chaotically working making concoctions for wounds and casting a few healing spells here and there. She also had to amputate one of her patient's legs. It hurt her to much, but the pain would have killed the poor rebel. She didn't have any alternative. She fed some of the unable victims and accompanied many others.

[Echo-chan713]

There are the good rebels out there, but they end up fighting rather than helping the wounded, we need more medics since they are more rebels coming through the tent

[Cheesecake]

Cheesecake and just a few other medics were admitting newer patients. They could barely house the ones they had, but they somehow squeezed some more patients in. Hopefully someone would provide another tent to house the wounded.

[Demo]

Demo wakes up from his deep slumber, still in the filth ridden armor as the day before. "Uggggghhhhhh~" was all that escaped his mouth as he got up into a sitting position. He sleepily surveyed the tent and though to himself in his mind, "Oh right I made it back to the tent but everything after that is black." His thought wandering as he continued to survey.

[Asche]

Asche looked around and sat cross legged on an empty bed. Once he noticed that Demo wasn't around he placed Celto on his chest and lay back to nap.

[Jurinjo]

((yes anyone can answer my character. However note that on weekdays I am away from the computer while everyone else is on due to the fact I work during nights. But please don't ignore me! D:))

Jurinjo had left the party hurriedly when things turned for the worst as the rebels began their move. He had a strong distaste for violence. Perhaps it was his history as a Yutri or maybe it was all the injured bodies he had to deal with in his profession; while some doctors practically became successful entrepreneurs during war, in the sickest form of the word, he entered the practice in genuine interest for people.

Also despite all he came to Quesaria for Jurinjo had to admit the current ruler of the planet might've been a little...corrupt. Thus he found himself in the encampment of all these rebels. Always self-conscious of his appearance- Jurinjo remained in his Ascent Arco (the dragon race) form and still wore the same stylish black/blue party clothes.

He approached the closest person he could see, "Excuse me, I heard there was a desperate need for medics?"

[Demo]

Demo looked over to the man who had entered the tent in a peculiar set of clothing. "Talking to that man will get you nowhere sir but yes I am in need of any assistance I can find." Demo said as he carefully raised himself from the cot to great the new person. "Oh and don't mind the wounds I haven't had time to deal with mine yet."

[Jurinjo]

Before the man in front of him even mentioned it he hadn't even noticed the wounds. He actually took in the rest of his appearance first. "No scrape should be ignored sir." he responded diplomatically.

Upon coming to the assumption that this man was in fact recognized as a leader among the rebels he continued. "I'm Jurinjo- a certified doctor of Kalin. My experience serving in a war triage is a zero...but I have volunteered work during natural disasters."

Leaving the seriousness a little the doctor put on a humble smile that showed a hint of embarrassment should he have been wrong telling all that to the man in front of him. "I said all that to the correct person...right?"

[Demo]

Demo laughed inside at the formality because he was not used to it. "Well I do run the medical station for our camp, so yes you said it to the right person." Demo said with a smile. "Glad to have you onboard, I will not walk you through what your duties are because your duties are simple, help anyone and everyone. You shall have a break when needed and room and meals shall be provided." Demo said giving his informal speech. "I have to warn you though, that kind of formality is tiresome and not needed around here. All I need is someone who can help with the healing of my patients." Demo said this all with a friendly smile showing that this place was someplace to take comfort and relax, well until you were faced with someone dying. Then the seriousness kicks back in.

[Jurinjo]

"Sorry Sir." he paused then smiled at his accidental habit. Sometimes he was chided for not being formal enough considering the crowd he was often around.

He was now "officially" sided with the rebels. Jurinjo hoped he hadn't chosen the wrong side. He hoped this wouldn't affect his life so utterly and tragically that he would regret it. How would his friend that he met in Quesaria react once he heard news of this? ...if he even heard news of it. Triage doctors hardly garnered much attention from the enemy.

Realizing he rather brooding thoughts the Yutri snapped himself back to reality. "I'll grab my things from the car." As energizing as it was to be around this man the suffering he saw on the way in didn't go unnoticed to him. Jurinjo's steps were rushed but evenly paced and in control. He was knowledgeable in healing magics and the extent of their power but could not use it himself. Instead it was good old fashioned medicine and bandages he had brought with him. Looking around at the damage it was saddening they would not last. Jurinjo made a mental note to contact someone to get some supplies in.

[Angel Spirit Girl]

*Angel wanders in bearing a large box of supplies. She sets the box on a table by the door, and then smiles and waves before leaving.*