It seemed like the quarterfinal matches where were the intensity finally had knocked up a notch. Celestine had wished to end his boring and trite task of telling people not to move, lest they would reopen their wounds. but not this way, in any regard. He was happy for Bak, as her team (including the lovely Christine and the wet noodle man, who had been surprisingly fierce this time) had vanquished the Vigilantes. But part of his contract meant he'd have to care for those idiots who had gotten a face full of Bak's appreciation missiles.
The problem number one was that one of them was the deliciously naive Demon Lady of Despair, which he carefully drove to a small, secluded and quiet section of the pavillion. She needed recover, and YOLOman's yells would certainly not help. Nor those coming from the Bishamonten nun school, a trio of hapzard girls who had been throughoutly grounded. Well, St Laurel's reputation was not entirely undeserved.
Of course, he had to bring Bak where Andras had been (and left the other injuried teammates on other physician's skilled hands, as he particulary regretted letting the lovely Christine go a separate way, but business was business). But no sooner he had put Andras comfortable, and did some emergency dressing-repairs into Bak, that match three had ended. With a Saint Laurel's defeat.
Ria was carted in, yelling and scruffing, but a morphine injection left her pleased enough daydreaming of plucking birdboys and batbitches alike. That was some funny hallucination, Celestine thought. And someone who had not seen in a while. Diana. The delicate once girlfriend of his, on and off dance partner and forever broke witch. Bak seemed to hate witches, so he omitted the details of Diana's persuasion while he plugged an IV in her delicate wrist. Someone had throughoutly drained her of all power.
The fight must have been all kinds of fierce, because one of the vigilantes had been carted in the room for him to tend to his wounds. This one had Diana's handiwork written on him. Well at least the witch had not sold the victory cheap.
There was also a racuous set of breasts that were trying to squeeze past the entry. But Cel denied it wisely. The Saint laurel's girl, who had the hallmarks of a demon of lust demanded to be in the same room as her besties, but the effeminate doctor slammed his folder into her face, telling her to go silent.
Besides, her wounds were regenerating, so that didn't warrant much medical help. She hoped that stupid Meredith hadn't woken up Diana or Andras with her yapping... Or antagonized Bak.
The pavillion wasn't missile proof.
Bak stood quietly in her little part of the pavilion, keeping her hands to herself and trying not to move too much lest she wake any of the other only slightly conscious people around her. She'd been separated from Rurik and Christine and left to stew next to the demon vigilante they'd knocked out. There was just about nothing to do but watch the matches that were playing on one of the screens helpfully set up so the injured could watch the tournament. After all, she could blow Celestine's cover if she acted too familiar with her...him...whatever.
So she stood there for a while. More people got rolled in. She frowned when the Vigilante's managed to snatch victory in their other match, which surprised her. She hadn't expected to be rooting for St. Laural's. With the end of that match Cel wheeled in two more patients, the sleeping girl and an acidic type whose ankle Cel expertly put in a cast to settle while she went on about "that brainless feathery asshole" ruining everything until she was given a dose of something. Then she just kind of mumbled about brainless feathery assholes. Bak could relate. The bird boy was the only one she had not yet had her revenge on.
While Celestine had some kind of altercation with the third member of that team the two of them were rolled in beside Bak, placing her between them and the vigilante girl. The mumbler stopped mid rant when she saw Bak, her eye darting around as if to take in every last disgusting detail of the living train-wreak she was witnessing up close, then wearily rolled over to look for a more pleasant hallucination.
Bak wondered if it was taking this long for Rurik and Christine.
She looked back again at the demon vigilante that hadn't really woken up since they'd gotten here. There were some burns on her, the sight of which brought Bak's hand up to caress her own arm, but Bak honestly had no idea what from. It hadn't been her, and Christine was ice so that didn't work. Maybe Rurik? No, he couldn't spit fire as far as she knew. Oh, wait!
Bak reached into a pocket and pulled out the cards she'd gotten earlier. Maybe Christine had gotten some of these too, like her and Rurik had. Where had they come from? She vaguely recalled a female voice chanting...something. Some kind of spell. She looked back down at the vigilante. In the heat of it blasting her had felt so fun, but she was really only guilty by association. Bak looked around to make sure no one was looking, then placed the three cards she's been given on the girls chest. "I think these are yours." She whispered. "Thank you for your help."
Cel never had a moment of respite. No sooner he had been dealing with the huge-breasted demonic first-year, one of his patients regained consciousness due to the prompt treatment. Diana looked groggily around. She looked left. She looked right. Lightbringer was in the room, and so was the vigilante she took down. But right next to her was a girl clad in atrocious energies, grotesquely mutated as if she was a mockery of a golem. The half demon Meredith was besides the door. But then she noticed what should not be. The vortex of immense, unlimited metaphysical energies stuck in a girl's eyesocket. She was not that different from her, but she felt like getting the hell away. She let a loud, girly shriek as she scampered to Cel's back, her hands shaky.
"Light-Lightbringer. Get rid of them!!" Diana pleaded.
Andras was awoken by a scream. She groaned, as a girl's voice kept speaking up. Andras's body was aching from the serious beat down she recieved. Despite all of the jobs she did for the Vigilantes, she never was quite roughed up this badly.
She took the momentous effort to turn to see what was causing the ruckus. It was just some elementary schooler... Andras groggily managed to speak up. "Quiet down... Someone make her stop yelling..."
She rested her hand over the Root. Of all the things that hurt, it was definitely that. Yelling kids wasn't helping, even though Andras usually got along well enough with kids.
Michael opened his eyes, also awoken from the scream, although to him the sound, was muffled from his still half-asleep brain. It took a moment for him to focus on what was going on, and realize where he was. He recalled what had happened from his last moments of clarity. He was trying to focus on determining the severity of his wounds so he wouldn't pass out, and somewhere along the line he had heard the announcement that his team had won the match. That was the last thing he remembered.
Looking around, Michael soon realized he was in some sort of medical room, and the other occupants were all combatants from the tournament. He recognized a few, like Bak and Diana, while others were not as well known to him. And looking around at the actual situation at hand, well... Michael wasn't sure what to think. The girl that had thrashed him so horribly was now acting like the young girl she appeared to be, seemingly afraid of the one with an eyepatch.
All in all, it was nothing to write home about. Still, Michael glanced at Andras before turning to Diana and raising an eyebrow. He didn't really understand the problem. As far as he knew, the two had no reason for this, which made it all the more curious.
Bak was rather more direct. "Dumb girl, this is hospital. YOU HAVE TO BE QUIET!"
It was far too noisy, the physician and Mephisto alumnus thought. Diana's sudden outburst amidst the confusion and the strangeness of those involved certainly did not help. She seemed to react to... Andras of all things. Poor Witch of Bones, she must have been hit harder than he initially thought. "It's okay, Diana... they're patients." He said in a reasurring voice to the distraught woman. He looked at Andras. Then at Bak.
A sharp jab of a needle afterwards, the frail and lithe figure of the Witch sprawled on his arms, before he returned her to her assigned bed. "Well, this is getting a little crowded, it seems." Celestine tried his best to keep his temper. It was then when the titty monster squeezed past the door, her bosom trying to press against the doctor's in a hasty attempt to use her wiles. He struggled to maintain balance against such heavy instruments.
"You know, I can make them be all nice and better in a jiffy." She said in a sultry voice, before trying to clasp her arms around a slightly strained and not very impressed Celestine. She dabbed on her own blood , her hands deftly tracing in the air....
"No." The sharp and nimble grip of the doctor had seized the half-demon's throat who was now gasping for air. "None of that. These people need rest. You are -not- helping." He firmly said. Meredith tried to grasp her demonic strenght but he was far too quick. A sharp knee to the liver, and she was rolling in the ground, before a final kick in the butt unceremoniously booted the demonic tramp out of the makeshift clinic.
"Stay out of here or I will report you to Saint Laurel's . Those seniors don't like even half of a demon, I tell you." He said.
And believe me, I know those bastards first hand. He added mentally. Had he been in a different guise he would have played with the girl. She had a killer body, and even more bosom than the Ice Queen of Mephisto's. But she had to be stopped.
"Lightbringer stop touching me there..." The witch mumbled in her sleep. Well, maybe sedating her had not been the best idea either...
While Ria chuckled groggily at Mer's rough treatment Bak looked at Celestine very curiously, eyes sifting from the sleeping girl mumbling in her sleep to them and back. Those two knew each other? At least the girl seemed too.
It caught Bak a little off guard. Sort of like how seeing your teacher out of school was a mind blowing experience for a young child, Bak has never considered that Celestine had a real social circle outside of the Mephisto's...circle. She hadn't really thought of any of her friends like that. It made since though, not all of them could be like her or Vittorio. It just wasn't as though they were bringing their other friends to party in that dark basement.
"Doctor I do not know?" She asked. "Are you so friendly with all patients?"
"Oh they fuckin'...." Ria said, head listing to the side and burying her good eye in her pillow.
"What!?!" Bak asked, mortified that someone could just come out and suggest something like that.
"Or she wanna fuckin'..." Ria replied her voice muffled by the pillow.
Celestine gave a shrug. "Not really Tsarevna. I just ran into an acquantaince that sedatives make her believe i am the man of her dreams. Sometimes it happens. Kohler over there was dreaming of a boy too." He said, choosing his wording to make it seem Ria had a thing for whatever bird boy was. A little payback.
Michael watched, with mild interest, as the situation was finally defused. It was a shame that Diana got sedated, though. He wanted to ask her about that magic she had performed, particularly about that dispel. Perhaps he would get a chance another time.
"Dumb thot..." Ria mumbled, passing into a light sleep.
Bak just nodded. Wait, did that mean Vittorio was right, Celestine was a man? 2 + 2 was about to become 4 for her when when something on the screen caught her eye. It was the last match of the round, and she'd been watching it on and off for a while now. Now though, the camera was focused on Christine's sister. It wasn't surprising either, Bak knew personally how tough she was and there she was getting brutalized. She smiled as Yuto appeared, swinging his sword through her and vanishing back into the void again to avoid her counterattacks. This was definitely the climax of the match.
As things went on though that smile shrank and shrank down to nothing. Christine's sister was bleeding a lot, more than anyone she had never seen during a tournament. The camera work became shakier as the low volume voices of the commentators started becoming more....excited? No, panic. The same way Papa would talk to Mama if he heard snarling from the sheep paddoc late at night.
Then Vittorio tuned on them. Started attacking Yuto to protect Christine's sister. "Something is wrong." She said slowly, motion going for Celestine to come closer to watch. Then Vittorio threw himself at Yuuto and detonated.
"We have to go!" Bak said to Celestine, a slight twinge of panic quivering in her voice and she stomped toward the door. "He has done something foolish just as I knew he would. Come on come on! He is too weak for something like that!"
Celestine looked at the screens, his gaze narrowing. That did not look right, at all. What was that idiotic ninja doing? Was he trying to get disqualified. Then Vittorio somehow, instead of reasoning with his teammate, had directly attacked him. Odd. Vittorio was not that driven, unless...
His sight met with Bak, and then the rest of his charges. "Damn Tsarevna... I hope you are just being silly." He said as he followed.
And just as he followed out, another presence entered. Meredith, now looking dishevelled but still pretty much sound, loomed over Andras. "Hi..." She whispered. "...the prices have to be paid. Surely you understand, Demon Lady." Meredith said, as she drew a quick sleep rune on Andras forehead, before scooping her up and, with her demonic might, running away in the confusion.
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