Damage Control [Cas/Carlos/K/NPC][Career]

Well, Cassandra was concise as ever, wasn't she? Easily recognizing the face of her prior D-Reaper patient, the Witchmon carefully listened to her words, leaning over her broom as she got the long-and-short of it.

An infected Orochimon and a partially infected Zubamon.

A Choromon who far extended his limits.

A Zubamon who likely had a stint with the D-Reaper.

And a Renamon who was completely out of it.

Hearing the diagnosis, and Cassandra's plea, the Witchmon gave a sigh. Before she did anything else, the sorceress glided on by, easily approaching the Orochimon. "Oh, poor Looker... cat was a bit too spicy for you?" She extended a hand out, stroking the serpent's cheek - and surprisingly enough, the serpent quite easily returned the gesture. As for Cassandra's question?

"Look, I don't mind an assistant. If you can do acupuncture, then all aboard." Her attention quickly turned to that delirious Renamon, though, the sorceress heaving heard that scolding conversation in the background. "Your mama can bring around the stew later. For now, miss holy-fox needs to get some shut-eye." Even as she chided her, though, the Witchmon examined her data - followed by NeoDevimon, and Carlos, each with a piercing glare.

"You two are free to go, if you want." He nodded to the demon and his respective tamer. "Renamon here's under five percent - we can attempt a purge and see if her immune system can flush the rest out. Zubamon..." She knelt down, peering over the metal monster. "Same deal. For some D-Reaper Monster Cat, the Meicoomon didn't seem too concerned about infecting you all, at least."

With that out of the way, Witchmon gave a nod to the doctor. "Well, may as well get started. I got my tent set up on the west end."

"Mm? If you two want to stay around, fine," Wicked gave a shrug towards Carlos, "but try and keep your hands out of things. You'll be more in a 'do as you're told' role." Honestly, it was a bit of a case of 'too many cooks in the kitchen', but it seemed the tamer there was a little hesitant to leave the rest of the group behind - even as that delirious Renamon started to get on Dio's nerves.

Soon enough, the group - led by Wicked and Looker - would make their way off to the far tent. Hearing Cassandra's question, the Witchmon gave a nod. "If they were experiencing ill effects from that, they would already be showing symptoms. Zubamon's fine, and Renamon's experiencing a bit of what we call an 'acclimation headache', but there's nothing to be done on that front. That'll all sort itself out well enough."

It didn't take them long to reach the tent. Giving one careful pat at Orochimon's head, the Witchmon led the rest of the group inside - and Cassandra, or at least Zubamon, would find the set-up familiar: a single table was set up, meant for treating patients, with an apothecary's bench in the back. Fortunately, the Witchmon had prepared ahead of time, that familiar blue substance held in several blue vials.

"This," Wicked remarked, "is a compound of Rotroot and Devil's Snapdragon. Combined, we create a substance that is 'corrupt, but stable' - meaning, despite its volatility, the D-Reaper will not naturally form around the substance. But that doesn't mean the D-Reaper won't try and correct the corruption if presented after the fact."

And thus, the method was clear: "Its a matter of careful acupuncture, spreading this paste over the wounded area, letting it set - and 'pulling up' the D-Reaper that's attracted to the substance. Obviously, with reptiles and metal types, the application's a little more complicated than I'd be able to teach you over a short period. So you'll handle K while I handle the others."

That, of course, meant that the Witchmon had to sedate this 'holy fox' - taking a small towel and a phial of clear liquid, blotching the cloth with a fair amount of the substance, she'd step up, and carefully press it to K's muzzle. "One deep breath. Just think of mom's delicious stew..."

One deep breath, after all, would be all that was needed to send the fox to a brief, but deep, slumber.

Fortunately for Cassandra, the sedative that Witchmon implemented would be enough to allow the Renamon to sleep through the process - though even if K still had a numb awareness of what was going on, she'd feel little more than the several pricks along her back and a sense of cold, followed by a sense of heat across her back as the red color was pulled to the surface.

"And while you're handling that... Dagger, this way." Wicked gave a nod to the metal Digimon, and would lead the Rookie outside. Fortunately for the weapon type - and even more-so for the Orochimon - Witchmon already knew that she might need to treat cold-blooded types. While she couldn't exactly poke holes through Dagger's skin, the natural way that the 'skin' behaved made it much easier to treat. Hence, it hadn't taken long for the Witchmon to prepare a small brewing vat, filled to the brim with lukewarm water, tinged blue by a salt-based compound - very much similar to the medicine being used on the fox.

"Well, hop on in. I'll fix your blades up afterwards." By instinct, it was possible that Dagger simply would find it uncomfortable to slip into such a vat - saltwater didn't sit well with his 'type'. Similarly, 'Looker' almost recoiled at something that looked very much the same, just on a much larger scale: "Oh, don't worry, Looker! Just ten minutes, and I'll come back around and get all that stuff off you..."

Right - easier to treat by method, but probably harder on the two of them. But with everyone likely settled in, the Witchmon would try to step inside - almost tripping by the Impmon at the door.

"... Hm." Well, didn't he look out of it? Downtrodden and self-loathing? The Witchmon gave a sigh, seeing the imp both stare and try desperately to look away from the fox. Was he worried that she was being hurt, or was it something deeper? The sorceress assumed it was the latter, and gave a simple quip:

"We can't all be Knights, hun. Something I figured out a bit earlier on in life. Instead of hangin' around like that, maybe you should be thinking about what you can do."

Maybe that would help?