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Post by darkblade on Aug 16, 2017 1:11:51 GMT
Ever since Dr. Mikemon made his way back into the Digital World, he felt like he had hit the ground running. It didn't matter how smooth is travels to the Human World and the checkup of that Kudamon went; it didn't change the fact that time went about seven times faster on the other end, and it also didn't help that the Mikemon didn't wear a watch!
It was exactly how he found himself in this predicament. Before heading back to Whitewater, Mikemon had a few errands to run, his trek bringing him out to an alchemist in the depths of the Eastern Timberlands. And it was easy enough to get a Trailmon out to this remote place, and on any ordinary day, it wouldn't be a problem to simply get on a late train and get a nice, long nap in as the mechanical Digimon would roll out to the coast.
But that just wasn't his luck today. Right in front of the station, the cat stood with a bag slung over his back, his free paw clenching over his sinus.In front of him was a sign, scrawled out in Digital Script:
Track Closed for Repair.
Raising Tracks.
"... So its the fifteenth. Well, s***." Several miles away from the Stingmon, the cat just shook his head. Yup: every month, around the fifteenth, they had to go and clear up the tracks that got pushed down into the forest's mud, lest the entire vehicle derail and take out a good section of the woods! And it really couldn't be helped: the sky's orange tinge proved it way too late to try and set out by foot, and he wasn't going to find a flier way out here! Muttering to himself, he made his way down to the scant main-street of this isolated city. Maybe he'd find a shed or something-
"Hm?"
Something, indeed! Though he didn't expect it, his eyes latched onto a sign, seeing the word 'Inn'. With a shrug, he walked forward, pushing his way in with his free shoulder. To anyone there, he'd look like a tired cat who had just dragged himself out of the woods: the fur was still tinged with twigs, paws caked with dirt, and light scratches over his forearms.
"'Ello?" He called out, looking for a front desk. Did he arrive too late?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2017 3:33:46 GMT
Yet again, another slow day. It was starting to feel like an off season to K; after all they had less and less customers coming in through the doors. But the ones that had payed well enough and often more than not gave her cooks good tips. Though if things kept up this way, she wouldn't be able to pay them and she knew that the only one that would stay would be canton. He didn't have anywhere else to really go after all even with his skills as a cook.
She was busy tending to a some foolish mistake her laundry boy had made, the cretin had stuffed much more than the machines could handle and because of that the machine had stopped working. Then again she hadn't replaced the machines in a long time so perhaps that was another thign that was overdue? Well these ones at least needed repairs; the ones that were for the customers and their clothing were perfectly fine but she couldn't use those!
She was going to have to have a few words with her laundry boy, but as she thought what to say to the fellow she could hear someone call out a greeting in the front of the inn. She perked up, inhaled and exhaled before trotting closer to the front room before vanishing completely Displacement was honestly useful for her inn, it wasn't hard for her to cross the entire thing in a few minutes. Rather than waste energy walking everywhere she could just displace herself! To the mikemon the renamon of course would of appeared out of thin air behind what amounted to the "front desk" though it honestly was more of a bar. She was the only one that went behind it most of the time so she never had to worry about overlap. That was always a danger and she'd rather not be digitized because of a simple mistake.
"My apologies, I hadn't heard you enter! I'm K, the owner of this Inn. May I help you Sir?
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Post by darkblade on Aug 16, 2017 4:22:56 GMT
Well, no surprise: with the outbound trains set for repair and little reason for most to head out in this direction anyway, the inn was very quiet. Heck, the only indication that this place was open at all was the fact that the lights were on! Still, just because the lights were on didn't mean that the innkeeper was awake to take new guests. Pulling a twig from behind his ear and flicking it outside, the cat gave a sigh.
"Well, I guess if no-one shows up, I'll-" Muttering to himself, the Mikemon blinked, quickly turning his head to the suddenly-appearing fox! Honestly, this wasn't much of a surprise to the doctor, but out-of-it as he was, the feline found himself staring blankly at the inn's owner for several seconds. Perhaps K would have been familiar with the look, that of someone who has spent quite a few days without getting enough sleep (or, perhaps one of someone who's been up for thirty hours already!).
And as K finally spoke, the Mikemon's ear gave a twitch, the cat seemingly snapping to attention. "Hm? Oh, right... fox magic..." Blah! He tapped the side of his head with a light knock of his knuckles, as he stepped up to the counter! "Er, its quite alright. How much for a night?" He didn't ask about vacancies - that seemed obvious enough anyway - as the Mikemon took a glance out the window. "And I've just been out of the loop for a bit... what time is it? And did they start working on the tracks yesterday or today?" If it was today, well, then he'd have to spend another day out here (which would be good for K, but downright annoying for the cat!).
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2017 9:44:01 GMT
It had been a while since K had seen a Mikemon of any variety; they weren't exactly growing on trees from what she remembered. They were a mess and they'd likely have things dropping off of them here and there from the fact they had been traveling but that was mostly an easy clean. She of course didn't push for anything; giving the other time to adjust to her sudden appearance. Some customers reacted poorly while others just took it in stride. This one seemed to be closer to the latter than the former. She could tell that they were tired without a doubt; but this didn't change anything. Some places charged more based off of how their customers looked and this wasn't one of them.
"Indeed sir. It depends on what sort of room you would like, basic room is One hundred bits and comes with all the basic necessities. For an additional hundred bits there's the next step up, our mid tier room that has a direct line to the kitchen to allow for ordering. The last is our executive suite; it costs one thousand bits and has everything you could ask for. We have a discount plan however for longer stays if you're interested."
The prices were pretty fair as the executive suite was basically a house on a single floor. It was the only thing they had on the third floor and whenever not in use it was constantly cleaned. K found herself always going up there and checking things over so it was practically immaculate. Then again with how few customers there were she could say that about basically all the rooms.
"It's basically midnight sir, they started work yesterday however with some unforeseen issues they won't be done until late tomorrow if not the next day. There is a supplementary train however that drops off the workers near the end of the tracks and then backtracks home near the end of the day. You could try to catch that one Sir but they might not let you on if they don't have space."
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Post by darkblade on Aug 17, 2017 0:59:22 GMT
Well, at the very least, this Renamon didn't seem to mind the Mikemon's bumbling tone. Sure, K was probably used to it, but the Mikemon appreciated the fox's straightforward response, the cat listening idly to his options. There was... 100 a night for a room, 200 for service, and a thousand for some fancy suite. At these prices, the cat simply gave a blink. "Sheesh... a handful of bits goes quite a ways out here in the woods, doesn't it?"
Dr. Mikemon wasn't kidding! Rubbing his eyes, his thoughts drifted to hotels and inns in Whitewater: if you could even find a vacancy, the cheapest thing that someone could find would roll around 800 bits a night, and that was on the low end without a direct line to the beach! Still, he listened to what the fox had to say regarding the tracks. "Supplementary train... ugh, that's not gonna get me anywhere near where I need to go. Right, probably looking like two nights, then..."
He yawned, reaching into his left glove, pulling out a small wallet. Drawing out two bills, he slipped them right across the top of the bar: one for a thousand, and one for five-hundred. "Middle-tier, and comp whatever extra stuff I do to the room. This way you won't have to track me down if I up-and-vanish... ah, jeez..." The cat turned, covering another yawn, before shaking his head! "Definitely going to need coffee in the morning..."
Well, he'd be a bit more 'hospitable' in the morning. Right now, he just needed to slip into the shower, then fall face-first into whatever kind of sheets there were!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2017 6:40:08 GMT
What was K supposed to do? Be offended by the way one was speaking? No there was a tired edge to the other digimon's voice; one she easily recognized. Most people went for the middle ground when it came to the rooms; but the suite was certainly worth the amount of bits you would pay. She nodded in response to his question; feelign the need to explain if not a little bit.
"Yes, expenses aren't exactly high and the rooms themselves are easy to maintain, prices are kept low for customers with a lighter budget. Else we'd be out of business rather quickly."
She'd roll her shoulders slightly and frown just a little bit. They didn't seem to be too terribly pleased by the fact they had to stay two nights; but judging from the travel weariness it'd likely help if he did stay the few days.
"That's unfortunate; but at least you'll most certainly be able to catch a train on the second day."
She'd eye him cautiously when the mikemon reached into his left glove. There were times where people would try to do something stupid after getting a little bit of information. She however relaxed and looked extremely surprised by the amount; she accepted the two bills and took a moment to look them over. She hated how careful she had to be sometimes.
"All right, there's open rooms on the first and second floor. Do you have a preference on which one you're in? I can either give you a key or show you to where your room is. I don't really expect there to be much you could do that'd require this much but I appreciate the sentiment. As for the coffee, we have several different types available but we normally go off of personal preference. Is there any in particular you'd like?"
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Post by darkblade on Aug 20, 2017 2:35:28 GMT
It seemed that arrangements were more-or-less made between them... and really, Mikemon just wanted to get some shut-eye at this point. Heck, if it weren't for this conversation, he probably would have nodded off once or twice already!
Still, there was just a few formalities to get out of the way: "First floor... and I think I can manage myself, thanks. For coffee, whatever you have for dark roast is fine, I'm not picky." As he'd eventually be offered the key, the cat gave a nod - "Thanks." - before making his way down the hall, to room '104'. And with a click, K wouldn't hear a word from the cat until the next morning.
So really, more or less 'normal' in her line of work.
Ah, good old eight-o'-clock in the morning. Right now, Dr. Mikemon was cursing himself for not checking the alarm clock from the last person who used that room - the cat had been up since seven, a good while earlier than he intended - but by now, he was up and about, adjusting his gloves as he stepped out into the hall. The cat-mon looked much more presentable than he did a few hours ago, the doctor looking down the hall.
"Right... so where do I go for breakfast..."
He didn't have a good idea of the layout, but, whatever, it couldn't be rocket science! That's why he just made his way to the front desk, where he'd either figure it out from there or ask K for a hand in the right direction. As he made his way to the front, though, it didn't seem like the Renamon was there.
But, as he looked for a sign, he felt his ear twitch, the draft from the cold morning air flowing into the room. "Hm?" Someone walking back in? Mikemon gave an idle glance over his shoulder, seeing a Gazimon at the door. What was a glance, though, turned into a focused look: the Gazimon's breath was labored, as if it took a great effort to pull the door open. On his right arm was a bite, the upper arm tightly swollen up. "C... c'mon..."
"... Never a dull moment... oi!" Shaking his head, his instinct as a doctor set in, the cat stepping closer to assess the wound. But the Gazimon almost seemed surprised that the Mikemon had stepped up, trying to push him away with the 'better' arm. "K!"
"... K?" Alright, now he was confused! "Tch... damn it, she'll be here in a second. Just sit down and let me look at it." The Mikemon's determined eyes met the Gazimon's panicked set, but at the very least, he sat down with his back to the wall.
"Let's see..." His hand idly gave off a green aura, running it right over the wound, the cat giving a 'tch'. Dokugumon bite, probably. Surprised he can still move at all... but why did he come here?!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2017 3:03:38 GMT
Arranging where people were staying at her inn was child's play; so much so that it bored the renamon something fierce. But she knew that she had to put on some kind of face when dealing with this line of work regardless of what it was. She'd nod her head gingerly at his decision to be on the first floor. It was probrably the safest next to the suite. The chefs were in that hall and so if anythigng happened they'd be the second to know but she wouldn't mention that.
"First floor it is, Room 104. We'll have a pot put on for you then."
After the mikemon went to his room K's night was pretty standard, an array of chores. Dealing with a fussy laundry boy and having to calm canton down after one of his favorite teams lost in some game. They might not have telivison in their own rooms but radio was something many of them did have. K herself found her bed around midnight.
A good six or so hours later she was up and raring to go, giving the chefs and laundry boy a quick check before going about the rooms that weren't taken to make sure they were all up to her personal code. She was busy on the second floor when she could distinctly hear the mikemon downstairs. The coffee was already on in the main section; no doubt they would smell it when they went in there. Canton was always good about putting on coffee for those that requested it after all. She froze however when she could hear someone new call her name. Frowning and inhaling deeply she'd mumble under her breath again.
"Displacement.
It was her normal way of quickly getting to where the customers were. She couldn't do it from the third floor but that was fine; she rarely was up there seeing as it was canton who cleaned up there when he didn't have any chef work to do. In fact she was pretty sure he was up there at the moment? She appeared behind the front desk looking ready to deal with whatever she was presented with.
"Ah. All right. What was it this time?"
She'd shake her head and make her way around the desk; one of her hands flexing a bit. She didn't have to use aura very often; but when she did have to use it it was ussually on people that got injured by some forest digimon that went feral.
"Should turn one of the rooms into a makeshift station at this point."
K would pull off one of her purple gloves, the hand glowing faintly as she slowly built up her aura. With her using displacement she couldn't immediately use her attacks or healing ability but she could get things ready for when she could. She noted that the other had some form of green glow around their hand. She didn't like the idea of one of her customers having to do something when they should be resting.
"Sir I'll take care of this You shouldn't have to do anything; Most digimon around here know of me and my Aura ability."
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Post by darkblade on Aug 20, 2017 3:39:30 GMT
"Tch..."
Yes, this was definitely not how the Mikemon planned to spend his morning. Here he was, in the lobby of an inn out in the middle of nowhere, tending to a Gazimon who called out for the inn's owner. Even now, the Gazimon's body remained tense, waiting for the fox to show up even as the doctor applied his own 'aura' over the wound. But there was far more to it than simply that:
I can't even grip around his upper arm with one hand. Temperature's about twenty over what it should be. Dark purple around the puncture... that means the poison's already had time to set in. Every detail was quickly picked up by the doctor, his focus on the affected area undeniable. It was so much, in fact, that the Renamon's initial displacement and words went by the wayside, until she addressed the doctor directly.
"Ah... K, thank goodness-" The Gazimon gave a breath of relief, but the Mikemon didn't back away. He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes locked right on K's glowing hand. 'Aura', huh? The doctor sighed. "A healing ability like that isn't nearly enough for this sort of thing. This is an hour-old Dokugumon bite."
"Yeah, that's what- wait, how did you-" Between his labored breathing, he blinked at the cat's straightforward explanation. Not a single part of that was told to the Mikemon! "Now, K, if you mean 'I have the stuff in this hotel to heal giant spider venom', then I'll back up. Otherwise, focus your healing on the edges of the swelling, so it doesn't spread any further."
Yup: even 'awake', his tone and personality weren't quite up to par!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2017 4:02:46 GMT
K looked slightly concerned as she eyed the Gazimon; she could tell that this was a type of poison by the swelling but she couldn't place how long that it had been. She wasn't a doctor by any means but her abilities and training certainly made her medic worthy. She didn't recognize the Gazimon; it must of been another traveling mon or a local she hadn't met quite yet. Feeling a frown grace her lips when the doctor spoke.
"An hour deep already? Tch. That'll take a while to treat without a proper antitoxin. You a Doctor or something then sir?"
She'd shake her head slightly; she'd rather defer to someone with more experience when it came to dealing with damage of any kind. But at the same time it was her inn and they were here to rest not deal with things like this. Glancing between the gaizimon and the mikemon she'd sigh softly.
"Closest thing we have immediately on hand is a food poisoning medication. We might have some antitoxin in the basement..."
She'd shrug and kneel down, placing her hand just above the wound. Her 'aura' seeping into the edges of the swelling; some of it was also going into the wound itself but that was unavoidable. She didn't look too terribly phased by the fact she had to do this.
"Where did this happen exactly? You're not the first to stumble into my inn with a bite or some kind of wound."
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Post by darkblade on Aug 20, 2017 19:10:19 GMT
Well, thankfully, K decided to back down in light of the Mikemon's experience - honestly, that would have been a rather silly argument for the two of them to have in front of this impromptu patient! At the Renamon's initial comment, the Mikemon's tone became far less sharp, as he gave a nod to the innkeeper. "Mhm. Sole practitioner in Whitewater." And his treatment here was part of his code, an 'oath to action'.
With that, he stepped off to the side as the Renamon placed her hands at the edges of the reddened area. The Mikemon looked on, the Gazimon's teeth clenching at the sudden recurrence of pain - after all, the Mikemon had pulled his hand away from the bite area. "Holy... one second..." It took him a moment to process K's question, shaking his head to clear up his thoughts. "Where, where, um... well, the woods, right? I was heading out to the city in a couple of days, and they pay a lot for white mushrooms that grow out there... moon-something-or-others, they kind of glint in the dark? Just so happens that this dumb spider got the best of me..."
"Hm... K, you're saying there's more than one whose gotten a bad bite like this?" Honestly, he was surprised that this inn would even keep something as handy as anti-toxin on hand! "Could mean that one or two have decided to nest a bit too close to this town... anyway, don't worry about the anti-toxin."
K and Mikemon's 'normal' healing might not have been enough, but the Mikemon wasn't exactly 'normal'. Honestly, he hated brute-forcing it like this, but in this sort of situation, the doctor didn't have a choice: reaching out off to the side, half of his arm vanished from sight, slipping into some small, dark portal. This was enough for the Gazimon to raise an ear, and try to distance himself a bit from the Mikemon.
"Relax... this'll sting quite a bit, but it won't hurt you." In the long-run, at least, the cat was telling the truth: he drew his hand back from the space, a red crystal held in his paw. The sheer, clear red crystal quickly took on a darker color, as Mikemon's healing energy from his palm moved inside. This was an effective healing spell...
... That, unfortunately, held the distinct, dark aura of a strong virus type. And pulling a demonic-looking orb from a dark, conjured portal wasn't helping much! "T-tch... whatever you're doing, you can back up!" He gave a sharp look towards the demon-cat, causing Mikemon to take a half-step back. Yup, the trust definitely wasn't there, much to the cat's frustration! The cat himself seemed on the edge of some harsh words, but held himself back, merely looking to K from the corner of his eye.
Honestly... just forgot how sheltered this place is... If this were Terminus, 'dark' skills wouldn't make most bat an eye!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 1:54:08 GMT
Wether it was hostility or just him being initially over cautious; the mikemon's tone dropped in sharpness. It eased the tension that she was feeling was starting to permanate the air. Upon his answer to her question her brows shot up slightly; a sole practitioner in a larger city? She found that unlikely but... at the same time she had heard about some attack. Maybe doctors were harder to come by than she thought?
"Odd to hear that, but I suppose i shouldn't be surprised. The inn here is basically the only chance most would have for any form of medical treatment if you can't make it to the city quickly."
K would eye the wound curiously; she was more used to dealing with battle wounds than this sort of thing. It wasn't a surprise though considering her previous work. She'd flick her ears slightly and sigh; she knew of the mushroom he was talking about. It was something hard to find but if you did any shop worth it's salt would pay well. But the fact a spider was around the area in question bothered her more than she would think. She'd nod firmly at the question that the mikemon posed.
"yes, but the others barely managed to get here. I couldn't do very much."
Her expression soured incredibly; they had barely gotten one of them onto a trailmon before they passed. The others had been basically too far gone before they even left the inn. Multiple bites on most of them but this one... She sighed softly.
"The others had multiple bites, Either from a prolonged fight or from multiple of them. Most of the digimon in question were rookie."
At the mention of not worrying about the antitoxin she tilted her head curious as to what he had in mind. She stiffened extremely when he reached into a dark portal; expecting something bad like a blade or the like. For intent of sawing off the wound. She would have to without a doubt talk them out of this if that was the case. However when the mikemon pulled out a crystal she relaxed considerably. She recognized the virus attribute immediately but unlike the gaizimon she wasn't afraid of it. She had worked with angel types primarily but in the medical portion of the the army there had been many different attributes working to heal those that were brought in. She saw the look that the mikemon gave her she'd return it knowingly, along with giving a small smile to the gaizimon.
"Relax, it won't hurt you. Virus attribute healing is often strange but in many ways can be more potent than vaccine. In this case I'd imagine it'd do better with that poison than I will."
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Post by darkblade on Aug 21, 2017 3:16:40 GMT
K's further explanation made it clear just why the Gazimon stumbled into this modest inn. And at that news, the cat just gave a frustrated 'tch'. Here they were, out in the middle of nowhere without access to necessary medicine. Back in Whitewater, something like this could have been resolved in an hour, with proper medicine and much less energy expended. But out here, people just fell victim to the ills of living in the forest.
The stories of the other Dokugumon bites made that fact all the more present. She knew she would have lost another one if she left this to herself, right? The trains weren't even working! "Holy hell... alright, K, just let me..."
It was about then, though, that the Gazimon gave his objection. Though it seemed the doctor was talking calmly to K, well, he didn't know this guy! Surely, this was just one bite... and there would be medicine in the basement for the Renamon to use! They wouldn't have to rely on -
"Keh... K?"
As the Renamon spoke, the severity of the situation finally seemed to set in. This wasn't something the Renamon could handle herself. If it was, she would have already kicked the doctor out of the room! No, for K to put her faith in some random stranger who just showed up in town had to mean that she was out of options. "Tch..." Looking away from the cat, he relented, lowering his good hand.
"Keep your hands on the edges of the wound, K." Keeping that orb held tight in his palm, the Mikemon stepped forward, holding that crystal full of swirling energy just an inch away from the wound. His eyes flicked to focus, the light building up, wafting over the wound... and a moment later, the Gazimon recoiled, kicking out with a leg as the powerful healing aura washed over! "Hot, hot!"
"Of course its hot..." The cat muttered, not wanting to break focus! And, a mere ten seconds later, the bright, glowing orb would suddenly flick 'off', losing its luster. In front of it, the once-swollen arm would look much-more normal, the purple tinge around the bite gone. The affected area was still raw and red, and honestly quite sensitive to scarring... but there wouldn't be a trace of that poison.
"You- hey!" The Gazimon, in shock, turned to the doctor, just as the Mikemon stumbled, stepping forward to catch his balance! "Sorry, sorry... all good. Just stay home today, or whatever. You'll be standing over a bucket most of the day, but otherwise, you'll be fine..." The cat sighed, looking over his shoulder towards the Renamon.
"... Once he's squared away, care for a coffee, or something? Honestly, we should talk."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 3:54:39 GMT
K could udnerstnad the frustration of the mikemon; in fact she really felt that they should have an actual practicing doctor out here but with how things lined up? That wasn't going to happen for a good couple years at best. At worst? Probrably at least a decade in human years. She didn't like having to explain out the ones she lost; it always felt bad but at least she knew that they'd be back someday.
"Just don't too much; I know how taxing healing stuff can be. I'm sorry sir, but just trust him."
She'd furrow her brow and tilt her head slightly from the Gazimon's objection; her eyes hardened and she'd shake her head. There was no point in arguing with them; if they resisted she'd restrain them by force if needed. Or she'd just call Canton out and he'd just hold the rookie down. He was much stronger than her even though he was lacking an arm.
"All right."
She'd keep her hands around the edges of the wound; watching the crystal with a mix of curiosity and sourness. The latter more over the fact that she didn't have something that could handle this thing herself more than it being a virus attribute healing item. She'd shift slightly and glance at the mikemon; frowning again as he worked. The exchange was quick, the swelling went down considerable and the purple tinge was basically non existant. She exhaled softly and drew her hands back. She couldn't keep it going, it was for short bursts. She was more surprised she could manage it for as long as she did.
Then there it was, the mikemon's stumble. So the item in question likely used some kind of stamina from it's owner? That was useful if you had a powerful individual using it or something weaker to amplyfy. She'd glance back at the hallway leading to all the rooms and sigh. She knew of a couple places the gazimon could stay in for the moment until he was better.
"I was in the midst of cleaning on level two, however room one-o-six is open and unlocked. So I'll just help you along to it. If you need any help just give a hollar."
She dusted her hands off after addressing the Gazimon; looking down at the mikemon after standing up. She'd nod again and look back to the kitchen that frown vanishing after a few moments.
"Sure. The pots on already I'll just go get it."
Honestly it'd be quick for her to help the gazimon to the room, along with her coming back and getting the coffee. They had several machines just for a busy day so having one or two pots of different kinds wouldn't be hard. She'd of course sit down at one of the few tables the full coffee pot sitting easily on a little stand. It'd be hot for a good long while; seeing as it was one of those fancier coffee pots.
"So what did you want to talk about?
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Post by darkblade on Aug 21, 2017 4:32:09 GMT
There was a few things he learned from that exchange - namely, K's limit at healing, and her unconditional hospitality towards those who wandered into the inn with injury. The Gazimon, without further question about payment, was immediately given a room and preference on the inn's services. Of course, this was the normal reaction to someone who had just suffered this much of an illness.
But more than anything, her professionalism and her skill in performance caught the Mikemon's eye. As she made her way to sort out the Gazimon, Mikemon finally made his way towards the dining area - obviously, it was right by the bar that he had originally gotten his room key from - and he took a booth sit, sitting back against the cushion as he waited for K to come back around.
And a good ten minutes later, she would, with at least one coffee in hand for the Mikemon. First things first, he took the cup, giving a thankful nod, and a deep drink out of that nice, dark roast. "Freaking hell, much better..." The cat shook out his fur, shaking his head as he fully recollected himself. The Renamon's question went rudely unanswered for a moment longer, before he finally got to the point:
"I'll get right down to it: come to Whitewater." His tone was level, with a purely analytical tint to it, as he gave the fox a nod. "I've walked around, and there's but a single apothecary and your inn, in this town, to help deal with injury. And I've seen, you look like you've already finished field medic training?"
Regardless of the answer, he'd give a sigh. "Its not nearly enough. This whole town's less than a half-mile out from the forest... someone like you, though, would be able to make your case, and appeal to Whitewater directly to get a real medic to come out and settle down there. Sorry to say, you're about ten or fifteen years out from doing it yourself." He added that, just in case the Renamon thought this was going a different way! "Though, I'd be more than willing to take you under my wing..."
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