[center][h3][color=a187be]Oswyn Ainsworth[/color]
Diver's Paradise[/h3][/center]

Just as Oswyn had started to mix his potions, there was a whole bunch of people shouting about whatever people in fear shouted about. Dead people? [color=a187be][i]'Oh no! Where's Timmy?!'[/i][/color] He mocked inwardly. The deceased were none of his business, however when someone was shouting about someone's condition, he couldn't help but sigh.

There was one thing that his father had instilled in him as a child. "Alchemists are also like doctors, so try help people when you can." or at least it went something like that. Maybe it sounded more intelligent at the time, who knows, who cares.

Oswyn quickly finished up the concoction he was working on, before putting everything away again. Even stowing his stash back under the rock. He sighed as he got up and walked over to the Diver who was laying pale on the grass. He looked at the other man who was shouting earlier. [color=a187be]"Move. I'm a 'doctor'."[/color] He said bluntly, his own clouded eyes locking firmly with the other man. His gaze moved to the incapacitated individual as he squatted next to him. 

Fortunately, his father had actually given him some semblance of medical training. The alchemist checked the man's pulse and opened the man's shirt to find any visible wounds. The man's heart rate was low and fortunately, he didn't have much in terms of injury other than a few small cuts. Oswyn was pretty quick to give up on figuring out what was wrong with the guy, so he opted for a 'fix all or end all' solution.

Oswyn slipped one of the bottles from his belt, which was an especially tiny bottle compared to his other ones. He swirled the purple liquid around a little before taking the stopper out, [i][color=a187be]'This shit is so hard to make..'[/color][/i], he thought with a frown on his face. He opened the man's mouth, carefully pouring a few drops down his throat. The 'doctor' got up quickly, stepping back as he closed the bottle again.

The man suddenly started screaming in anguish, his body starting to spasm uncontrollably as purple sparks jumped around the top of his skin. "W-w-what did you do to him?!" The able-bodied man shouted. 
[color=a187be]"Oh. Well, he'll be okay. His body is just repairing itself using his arcane circuits.."[/color] He explained in a nonchalant tone.
[color=a187be]"In failing that, it'll try use his Ki. Which I don't think is likely. At worst, he'll be like this for about.. say two days and then die? At best, he should stop convulsing.. now."[/color], as luck would have it, the man stopped convulsing, the colour returning to his skin and one of his eyes. The man gasped, his body covered in sweat, however he was still unconscious.