SUNSET of the Devil EVENT Field Hospital

[Toraono Kuro]

A series of 12 tents were set up in the sand four hundred yards from the Toraono Dojo itself with sterilized crimson sand floors and immersive chambers for blood transference and cleansing of taint by specialized electro chakra assisted dialysis. Sunaku Sashi had received reports from Kuro’s medical avatar that many shinobi had been exposed to an ancient bio contaminant designate “Red Death”. With a thorough review of records the most reliable treatment had been blood transfusion. Realizing that Holy Sage Kuro and Sashi devised a treatment using his ghola enhanced medical chambers as transference and cleansing vessels which was easily within their capacity. Bringing twelve of their thirty medical immersion chambers out and making cleansed sand and sterilized air environmental tents. Medics in hazmat gear waited for the triumphant survivors of Barnyx’s return and subsequent defeat. Byakko clan medics and medics called up on short notice awaited their saviors.

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Reconstruction Chamber​

Chambers that are filled with soothing healing fluids to allow for surgery with the patient being awake and able to alert the doctors and surgeons to any changes in their condition. The chambers are even able to allow the person immersed in the nutrient laced, pain numbing, but sensation sustaining bath to control their own surgeries and dictate the changes to their anatomy and healing capacities.



Blood Filtering Chamber
An electro chakra chamber that uses a heightened form of dialysis to purify blood of contaminants. It is possible for blood transfusions to occur as well but the person giving the blood must be on hand and willing to sit near the chambered recipient for a duration of 3 days. Due to the high speed regenerative jutsu's sealed into the giver's chair allowing for the reproduction of blood cells at a heightened rate so that those who donate do not suffer significant blood loss.


Clean air with a minty scent was pumped through the tents to produce a calming feeling. The crimson sand had a warm soothing quality to those standing barefoot. The soft illumination of the tents and the immersion chambers helped the passage of those patients whom needed it go into deep sleep. All was ready for those who might need help or accept the assistance offered.

 

[Tomomi]

A headset call was sent to all on the Medical Nin Communication Channel: "This is Byakko Kyuji, Medical Chief. I need all Medics and Medics-in-Training to come outside the Toraono Dojo immediately to help the Byakko medics and I. Be prepared as you will be expected to work a few long shifts and I need focus from all of you as we are dealing with a threat that has a high morality rate according to the records that my brother has given me from his Oracle work. When you arrive, there are hazmat suits and nekojins waiting for you outside, please put a hazmat suit on to protect yourself from contracting the disease known as the Red Death. Please find me after you slip on a suit. Thank you." There was the click and Kyuji had slipped on a hazmat suit and went to find his brother who was in one of his bodies within these tents.

It would not take long to find him however and he would tap on his shoulder and said calmly: "Brother, can you give me all the info that you know about this disease? As a medical chief of this village, I believe it would be in the best interest of the village if their medic chief had access to all the information pertaining to every disease and virus that has ever been met in this country. I mean what if Lord Kazekage or you were to pass, who would know this information? This is something to consider...but anyways, you got this place set up pretty quickly considering we were just fighting that creature. Why don't you show me everything that we have while we wait for the patients and other medics to come?"

It was probably best to have the descendant of Byakko caught up with everything at his disposal before the real fun of healing people would begin. After all when people began to come in, there would be no time to sit around and get answers considering this disease was a life or death situation if it wasn't taken care of immediately.

[OOC: All MiT and Medics called. Thread occurs after Sandwyrm event but prior to losing my arm.]

 

[Hashigaki Kurokawa]

Kurokawa got the message over her new com link. No going to the Red Lights this time it seems, although that might not be a bad thing either. This would be a chance to meet up with the people in the medical branch. She arrived at the seen only to immediately seek out the place with the Hazmat suits. She had never worn one before so she needed help with putting it on from whoever was around there. Luckily it seemed that Suna had employed beast girls for just such an occasion.

After a while and with no mishaps she finally had the suit on. The blindfold would constantly get offset by the helmet so she took it off and stored it for later, revealing vibrant eyes with violet irises. Her bloodline was known to have some of the most beautiful eyes, not that she would know this herself. Moving around in the suit proved no problem but finding her way around with no exposed skin and her ears covered in echos from inside the helmet posed a dilemma for her. She would have trouble operating in this thing until she got used to it. For not she would walk as straight as she could towards the appointed area. She would stagger on her first few steps but soon find other ways to keep equilibrium. Still, moving in a straight line was not an option for now. It would take at least a few hours to fully adjust to the suit but when the situation called for hazmat suits there was not much she could do. She didn't know what this disease or virus was but on the off-chance that Hemorian would take a while cleansing her from it she figured that better to wear this contraption than getting the sniffles.

She entered the tent she was told contained the one who send the message over the com link.

"Medical Ninja in Training Kurokawa reporting for duty."

Not knowing exactly what she was in for she waited for a response.

 

[Uka]

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|It would appear that her most-recent hypothesis was slowly proving to be much more relevant than she dared to admit. With every passing long shifts the dark circles under her eyes were slowly but surely becoming more apparent and no amount of energy drinks or make up were really helping mark the impact of overwork. When was the last time she had really had any real day off? No not those couple of hours where she got to try and get to sleep, which more often than not ended with her lying in bed unable to actually fall asleep. Her mind was just unable to shut down and rest as her thoughts raged on in an attempt to try and help her increasing number of patients. The few moments of respite that she got were when her companion managed to get her to stop thinking about work. Who knew that a giant mastiff acting like a complete idiot could make you laugh? She did, but no matter how many times she saw it the young woman couldn't help but smile and/or laugh. In essence it was due to those moments that Kyou managed to get any sleep at all.

The ever so familiar ring of her headset brought her out of yet another dreamless, death-like state of sleep and the kunoichi slowly reached over to her bedside table, picking the device up and bringing it up to her ear in order to listen in to the broadcast. Kyou slowly shuffled to the side of her bed, letting her leg hand over the edge as she continued her rather feeble attempts to get up. It wasn't very long until her furry companion noticed what she was trying to do and got up from his spot in the corner of the room. The mastiff slowly bit down on her pajama bottoms, pulling her up into a standing position. "Thanks." Kyou murmured as she stood up and walked over to the mirror. Her normally frail figure was now even more like that of a scarecrow, reinforced by the now clearly noticeable black circles around her eyes.[/col]

The med nin stared at her reflection for a few moments before shaking her head and wandering over towards the sink in order to get herself ready.

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It didn't take the seasoned professional long to get ready and she quickly made her way towards the Toraono Dojo on the back of her companion. As she neared the tents she hopped off, nodding over towards a couple of trees and a small pool of water. Her companion let out an understanding bark and left her to get on with her business.

Kyou made her way into the appointed area, stopping at the decontamination chamber entrance in order to sloppily slip into her hazmat suit. It really had been a wise choice to keep her clothing to a minimum as she didn't really have to undress in order to slip into the uncomfortable monkey suit. The fact that most of her face was not visible due to the mask was also a blessing as it did a great job in hiding how exhausted she really was, though that didn't matter. There was work to be done and there was a limited number of people who could actually do anything.

The young woman let out a quiet sigh as she opened the first door, locking it in place before opening the second and making her way inside. Her colleagues were already scurrying around like ants, numerous tasks feeling their minds as well. She managed to notice that she wasn't the only one showing signs of exhaustion among her peers. Ah what a time to be alive. Kyou would sigh as she hurriedly made her way inside and towards the source of the call. Time for yet another long day at work.

 

[Gotō Daiji]

Among the ever-shifting sands a small black dot would appear on the horizon. Slowly but surely, minute after minute, it would begin to increase in size. If anyone were watching they would eventually be able to pick out features on the approaching object. A head of striking rose-colored hair stood in stark contrast to the sandy dunes that surrounded the figure. A distinct lack of clothing would be the next noticeable thing, with the now assuredly male stranger missing a shirt and any sort of footwear. Only a pair of ragged blue shorts covered his lower body...which was more than he could say when he first arrived in Suna. And once the traveler was clearly in sight, a myriad of bruises, scratches, and scuffs could be seen covering his exposed body. No blood...but he still looked like he was in pretty rough condition. His parched lips opened to let out a hoarse, "It's..." his words seemingly failing as they trailed off. After what he'd just been through, there was no way he wasn't in immense pain. It was only a matter of time before he collapsed and-

"...so hot!" the stranger exhaled, droplets of sweat falling off of his hunched-over form and onto the sand below. So he wasn't concerned about the ancient undead terror he just helped put down for the second time, he was complaining about the weather...yeah. Sounds about right. A bruised arm came up to wipe his damp forehead, the boy's tongue falling out of his mouth much like a dog's would on a hot day. He was panting...but it seemed to be more from the sweltering heat than the beating he just took. A loud grumbling sound filled the air, easily audible to the others nearby. He was starving. All of his big techniques used calories as a source of energy to supplement their power, and he used just about everything in his arsenal to help bring the Barynx down. Unfortunately tapping into that reservoir left him even hungrier than he usually was...and if you knew him, you'd know that he was pretty much gluttony incarnate. But if nothing else, it certainly took his attention away from the sun beating down on his back!

After a quick glance around, he would raise an eyebrow at the medics running to and fro in protective suits. Someone had said something about some sort of field hospital being set up for the warriors that defeated the Barynx. He hadn't really planned on going...but since he was already here he might as well stick around. Besides, maybe they had food? The rose-haired youth stood up straight, a hand coming up to pat his growling belly as he walked over to one of the suited medic-nin and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey..." the boy would begin, a miserable expression on his face as he spoke. "Got any food?" It was hard to tell who was who in those bulky suits, and he wasn't exactly observant to begin with...so he hadn't the faintest idea that the person he approached was none other than Byakko Kyuji. The Medical Chief who had saved his life when he first got to Sunagakure. It would seem the boy hadn't heeded the man's advice to "take it easy for awhile", and instead got wrapped up in a battle to defeat an ancient menace and save the Village Hidden by Sand. It seemed like he was always getting into trouble. For him? This was just another day in the life!

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[Ryujin Akira]

A sight to behold, the twelve tints swaying in seclusion from the village. It's just as well for these were the housing for those seeking immediate medical attention and the designation of those to be quarantined. The threat of the infamous Red Death as sandies called it. Amaya would raise an eyebrow at the sight before venturing further. She was like the others who fought against the Barynx though she had sustained the bare minimum of damage in which of the minor scraps and bruises, most were beginning to heal of their own acord. Her healing factor was tied to her affinity to the earth and with so little life in the sand, her healing was a slower process.

Amaya would walk into a tent and start looking around as if she was searching for someone. It's true she was still searching for Izura but he was not the only one she sought. She knew that Izura had received a sizeable amount of damage and so logically he should show up here but Amaya was also looking to find the beast of a man in charge... though she had no idea why. Perhaps it was his horns, she didn't get to touch them... or perhaps out of curiosity and because she found both his appearance and strength interesting. He too recieved injury so likely she would see him around. Amaya, uninterested by the red Sand and large tanks would casually walk around with her head on a swivel in search for the beast man but to her dismay would only scout two familiar faces from the battlefield. She knew Izura wasn't there yet as his chakra signature could not be felt and so set her priorities elsewhere. She would eventually tap one of the people wearing a hazmaz suit on the shoulder and wait to be addressed.

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[Toraono Kuro]

Toraono Kuro's healer form was monitoring the blood exchange and filtration of his hunter form that was currently sealed in life enhancing and dialysis assisting life water. Sanryokyougan Kuro stood at six feet, two inches, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds. His silver gray mane of hair was tied in a simple pony tail that had been lovingly braided by a young girl. With a twenty one inch neck Kuro's martial musculature was easily glimpsed through his simple grey robe and light off white tunic that crested from beneath his robe to grasp his upper back at the base if his neck. Violet eyes with gold slits peered from a chocolate brow with large ebony horns growing from where a normal man’s temples would be. He wore a leather utility belt around his thirty six inch waist. The belt allowed Healer Kuro to carry his medical supplies in an easy to reach fashion while a well made leather support vest allowed him to carry a sacred giant blade in a specialized bone sheath at the center of his back. Healer Kuro wore a standard Sunan medical pouch on a second clasp just above his right hip. His forearms and shins were covered in reinforced runic terran enchanted wraps. Healer Kuro’s tail swished back and forth its tiger stripes faintly surging with a spiritual chakra that eased the tensions of those near him and made people feel safe and more capable as if his very presence was blessing them all. His grey robes and tunic were open to his waist showing off his overly muscular upper body. Celestial crests runed his flesh unlike the demonic markings Amaya might have notice on the Akuma sage form that had asked her to come here for healing and treatment. As she moved about Kuro's ears flickered as he literally picked up her unique and potent chakra that somehow reminded him of Kazuki's family tree. Mouko Kuro lay within the suspension fluid his wounds being cleaned by tiny specialized insects while a bio engineered prosthetic replacement leg was being measured and suited to the Hunter form's needs. Content that his hunter form would be treated and capable in two days or less, Kuro's medic form stepped into a heavily reinforced bio hazard suit before beckoning Amaya to enter a suspension chamber suitable for women. "Welcome to the field hospital warrior woman, I have a suspension chamber filled with oxygenated medical life water that will allow you to breathe in the fluid. You can disrobe or keep your clothes on. The fluid also contains specialized insects that will clean any wounds you might have while the suspension fluid acts as a form of dialysis literally leeching the infection from your body and pulling it away into a specialized container for contaminated fluids where the ancient disease will be catalogued by former host and destroyed accordingly. If you have any questions feel free to ask, you wont be able to speak normally inside the fluid as it will fill your lungs but you can use the writing screens while inside and you can release yourself from the chamber at any time should you feel uncomfortable."<i></i>

 

[Shiruko Makoto]

After the fuss he'd made about threat levels and contamination, Makoto could hardly not head to the field hospital for a check-up to make sure he wasn't infected by the Sandworm's disease.

It had better be just a check-up, anyway. He certainly wasn't going to accept treatment if he didn't actually have anything. There was caution, and then there was paranoia. Plus something about making resistant bacteria or something; he didn't pay attention to Saito's medical blabber on the best of days, much less when he was raving about something that sounded like the ramblings of a madman certain bacteria would take over the world somehow.

But it was probably a thing. Of some kind. He just didn't usually bother to look up medical things unless it somehow sounded interesting or relevant, and that had been neither. Medical jutsu were enough most days, thank you very much, and he knew plenty of those.

One thing he did know, however, is that it wasn't a good idea for you to treat or completely diagnose yourself, even if you were a trained medic. (Which he was not, and, barring some kind of brain trauma, never would be.)

For an 'impromptu staging area' it was actually fairly impressive, as far as medical areas went.

He just really didn't want to go into one of those chambers unless it proved absolutely necessary. Claustrophobic, no, not really, but at any rate, even if it was that, he could justify it as him not really needing it. If he didn't.

If he did end up needing it, then he'd...well, he'd suck it up and deal; if this was the way to avoid being plague patient zero then he'd do it.

"Excuse me," he called out in the direction of someone who looked like they worked here and knew what they were doing. "Could you direct me to a medical ninja? I need to be checked. Not...not treated just yet, just checked."

Okay, maybe a little claustrophobic, then.

[For the record: I have confirmation from Shiori that Makoto is not actually infected since he wasn't bleeding, so this really is just checking and being cautious.]

 

[Tomomi]

As he waited on the others to come, he had asked his brother for information of the disease in the hopes that he could be provided some information on it to properly cure people more effectively than shooting in the dark like many medics would do. Unfortunately, he never would be given this information as his brother would decide to go off with one of the female combatants in the fight and a look of disgust appeared on his face as he watched them head off. In actuality, his brother was doing the right thing and taking her to a chamber for females to heal. However, the mere fact that his brother ignored him had irritated him to no end as he grumbled under his breath and fortunately nobody else had heard him in the process. Thank Byakko for that.

As they went off, he noticed two other medics entering the facility along with two other individuals involved in the fight. It appeared they all would be looking for him as he waved them all over and eyed them each. Seeing as there were three medics and two non-medics, it appeared a delegation of responsibilities would be in order as there was no reason to have all of them together as that would make matters much more complicated than they needed to be. So, he smirked behind his mask and said: "I am glad that others showed up! I was starting to worry that nobody wanted to make sure that they were okay after that brutal attack by the sandworm. Good job out there by the way, Keiatsu and erm, well I never learned your name, Sir. What is your name?" As he was making small talk, he would look at the two medics and try to figure out which one should go with him and which should go with the other patient; in all honesty, he had no preference nor knew nothing about either of them so he would be picking randomly who would go with who. When he made his decision, he would address them both: "Shorter medic, you come with me and Keiatsu. Kurokawa, you go with the other fighter and give him a checkup. In either case, evaluate the patient first before proceeding with treatment as they may not need to be treated. I wish I knew more about this disease, but I am limited in knowledge just like you both are."

In any case, he would put a hand on Keiatsu's shoulder and smiled at him as he talked to him: "We will get you food! Follow me!" He would then lead his medical assistant and Keiatsu to an area of the makeshift "hospital" where there was some food stored away for some odd reason. There was a vast variety of food there and much of the variety was in its proper serving conditions so it would not take long for Kyuji to make a nice feast of plates for his odd and old friend. He would then place them on a table for the man and pull out his chair to help him sit. He would then merely look at him and say with a wink in his eye: "Enjoy!" The man would be given alone time to eat as he gently pushed his medical assistant out of the room and sealed the room closed. On the table was some nice boar meat, some fish imported from numerous seas from around the world, some eggs served numerous styles, and various forms of game.

As he and his apprentice would wait outside, he would look at her and explain his method and reasoning for dragging her with him: "Keiatsu has a large stomach literally and needs a lot of food to be satisfied so I am giving him what he wants so he will be an easier patient for us. You see all those foods have high amounts of tryptophan which is an amino acid that makes people sleepy and if we can make him sleep, A sleeping Keiatsu is a good Keiatsu as he can't cause havoc and it will be fair easier to treat him. I only dragged you along to help me transport him and also to help me handle him if he decides to try to be a pain because he can be if he doesn't get enough food. Fortunately, he is sealed in that room and doesn't know the passcode to get out so we have him contained like an animal if that food isn't enough for him."

He would then pause momentarily to catch his breath and to allow her to digest everything. When both conditions were satisfied, he would extend a hand to the little woman in front of him and say politely: "I am Byakko Kyuji, direct descendant of Byakko, and medical chief. What is your name?"

 

[Hashigaki Kurokawa]

Shortly after Kurokawa had announced herself she would feel tapping her shoulder. She turned around To find someone from back home standing there. Even with the hazmat suit on she recognized that chakra signature. The one who saved her life in the beach back then.

"Hello Captain. Long time no see. What can i help with"

She would wait for an answer and reply in kind but she also had to respond to being called to a gathering by someone with medical authority here in Suna. As she went over to the group of people who had gathered she was given the instruction to give medical aid to someone who had fought the giant sandworm, which was the reason for half the patients here. Her balance was a bit off due to the suit so to avoid bumping into stuff she moved a bit slower than she otherwise would. At least she didn't have any problems keeping equilibrium.

"I'll do my best to help with the check up. I am not used to working out of a hazmat suit so forgive my slight clumsiness. Apparently some of the patients have an infectious disease, so lets find an unoccupied work station, somewhere away from general contamination zones but within the quarantine area for now."

She would start walking towards a nearby station with a chair, a bed and some medical equipment. The area was missing lamps but then again she didn't have much use of those to begin with.

"So, first off. Name and how you are feeling at the moment please."

She would make a gesture towards the chair. No need for the bed for a quick check up.

 

[Uka]

As per with any shinobi gathering things got rather interesting rather quickly. Even if her work could be excessively tiring one could never actually say that it was boring, for one day was never the same as the one before. Such was the nature of her business after all. As such it was rare for her to be surprised at something. A random person without any protective gear on whatsoever could rather easily be classified under something you don't see every day for certain, especially when the first thing they ask for is food. The medic took a deep breath, letting out a prolonged huff as she slowly made her way towards the rather sanity-challenged individual.

Before she had much of a chance to react to anything she was sheep-herded by one of her colleagues and she was far too tired to really attempt to argue or disagree at all. Kyou nodded in an exaggerated manner in order to show she understood, taking into consideration that the suit was more than likely concealing a fair chunk of her actual movements, both a blessing and a curse really. She didn't particularly enjoy being called short, but that was the case without a shadow of a doubt, considering she could walk into a clothing shop and completely disappear within the short rows of clothing. Those places really became jungles, but that is besides the point. Her tired mind was doing its hardest to distract her and keep her away from the task at hand, however she wasn't going to allow herself to wander too much. The second the medic and the half-naked man headed off she would slowly roll her neck before quietly following behind.

As strange as it was to have a rather massive storage of food it just plain didn't surprise the young medic as she stood to the side of the door whilst the chief set about doing his work and the patient did whatever it was he wanted to do. If he attempted to move out of the room or attempted to do something stupid she would obviously step in, but other than that he had mostly free reign of his surroundings. Kyou wouldn't really stop Kyuji from further sheep-herding her out of the room, having neither the strength nor desire to do so.

"You could have given him some water or tea with valerian root extract if you wanted to be certain he calmed down. It can be fairly effective, but then again as you said we don't really know much about the disease. There might be some form of adverse effects or any form.... sorry I let my mind wander there." The young medic would briefly shake her head from side to side in a quick motion in order to focus herself, an action which is an equivalent to a dog trying to dry itself after jumping into a pool of water. "My name is Nishimura Kyou, medic and herbal or traditional medicine expert. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." Kyou would briefly incline her head in respect. "Are we looking at a fair number of expected infected or do you believe that most of the cases have already been contained and taken care of?"


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[Gotō Daiji]

"Mm?" an inquisitive noise escaped the boy's lips as he stared at the suited individual talking to him. He squinted his eyes in a suspicious manner as he used his *ahem*..."Legendary Deductive Reasoning" in an attempt to figure out just who exactly it was. Luckily, even a fool could recognize a familiar voice. So even though it took a bit longer than it should've...eventually a grin began to form on his face, as the figurative light bulb sputtered to life above his head. "Ah, Kuji!" ...so he hadn't quite gotten his name down...still. But for him? This was impressive! The shirtless boy gave the older medic a friendly pat on the back, but other than that he didn't have much time to interject because the man went right to work. Issuing orders left and right, doing his best to organize this impromptu quarantine zone. From the looks of things, he was doing a damn fine job too! It would seem that Byakko's descendant was Medic Chief for a reason. The rose-haired boy was just about to strike up a conversation with his friend before a word was uttered. A word that -when uttered anywhere in the general vicinity of Keiatsu- held dire implications. The "F-word"...

...FOOD!

Like fireworks the boy's eyes lit up, his excitement blatantly obvious to anyone paying attention. "Really?!" he questioned, his tongue nearly hanging out of his mouth in anticipation. Without cause, or concern the youth followed Kyuji to a nearby tent, his nose detecting the glorious sustenance far before he ever laid eyes on it. And when he finally did? "Woah..." It was like he had died and gone to heaven. Maybe the Barynx killed him out there in the sands and this was his karmic reward for all the selfless things he had done in his life (HA!). Either way, he wasn't about to question it. Keiatsu barely had time to get out a, "Thanks!" before he rushed to table. For a second he just stood there, looming over the bountiful feast his kindly medic friend had prepared. Honestly it was a bit strange to just have all this laying around. And any ninja with a lick of sense in their head wouldn't just blindly accept food or beverage without testing it first...but this was Keiatsu. He wasn't exactly a ninja anymore...and he sure as hell didn't have any common sense! A devilish look took hold on his face as he let out a sly, "Hehe...~" and took his seat at the table. And then?

"HAUNGH!"​

Chaos. Hopefully this nice little tent didn't have a window for the others to peer in...because inside it wasn't a pretty sight. The youth was absolutely ravenous, devouring any and everything that was even slightly edible without a second thought. His stomach was effectively a bottomless pit. And no matter how much food he ingested he showed no signs of slowing down. With that being said, it took only two minutes for him to clear the table. Bones were picked clean, bowls and plates were strewn about messily, and several mugs that contained various beverages sat overturned. Unfortunately he didn't even get a chance to appreciate his meal...because there was something wrong. The boy sat wide-eyed at the table, his entire body trembling. He looked to be having a bad reaction to whatever was in the food. And with his body's unusual properties, there was no telling what was going wrong. Hopefully one of these medics could figure it out, because otherwise- THUD! "Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz..." ...nah, wait. He was fine. As fast as he had eaten his enormous meal, the boy passed out, tipping backwards out of his chair and into the sand. Honestly he might've fell asleep even without Kyuji's sleeping aids, but they definitely didn't hurt. For now the boy would lie there, motionless except for his chest moving up and down from his breathing. His snoring was likely audible even outside the tent. And fortunately for the medics standing by, his ungodly metabolism had already gone to work, so he wasn't engorged like he usually was after eating a huge meal. He was naturally lean, and only weighed about one hundred and thirty pounds at any given time so he wouldn't be too difficult to transport. In a deep sleep and completely at their mercy, they were more or less free to do what they wanted.

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[Shiruko Makoto]

"I'm not crazy enough to want to avoid a checkup after fighting a giant undead monster from before any of our lifetimes," Makoto said dryly. "Shiruko Makoto, Moon Warden, at your service."

He would have sketched a bow, but he didn't usually do that and he wasn't that keen on being seen as the diplomatic go-to of his hometown. Additionally, no medic he'd ever known cared about formalities anyway, even if anyone else he'd met in Sand had. Which...they hadn't. Even the Kage.

(Sousuke was the Kage, incredible. How had he missed that the first time? Just by being that bad at social cues, or a fundamental unawareness of what Kage were and did?)

I mean, hopefully I won't need to be treated.

I am somewhat sympathetic to your claustrophobia, Makoto. I cannot think I would be fond of enclosed spaces myself.

I...I'm not really claustrophobic. I just don't like the thought of it. Which was true! A lot of people didn't like being cooped up in small spaces, probably.

He mentally shook himself and turned to the new medic, who seemed a bit clumsy in her hazmat suit. Probably not accustomed to working in potential plague situations, which was in some ways reassuring (this was fortunately not a common sort of event) and not (for obvious reasons). He did follow her, though, since she was a medic and he wasn't exactly qualified to check himself out, hence why he was there in the first place.

That, and Sand medics seemed a notch above the ones from back home. Or at least one specific one back home, which was definitely not for biased, personal, grudge-based reasons.

"I irradiated the area around the sandworm, but I'm not sure if that's enough to completely sterilize the area," Makoto said mildly. "Although I do approve of the caution, for the record, especially since it's apparently not entirely known how this is transmitted."

He couldn't quite tell, due to the mask of the hazmat suit, but was she wearing a blinder on? Was this girl blind? Not that that impaired shinobi very much, but still. Either way, he figured it wasn't very relevant, and sat down as directed, albeit somewhat uncomfortably. He had never been fond of medical checkups either, seeing them as more of a necessary evil.

"Shiruko Makoto. I'm from Moon, not one of yours. I'm mostly fine; possibly a couple of cracked ribs on my right side from the last attack that hit me. I treated it myself with Skeletal Fortification but it could probably use another look. Other than that, no complaints."

Which was true. All in all, he'd gotten off rather lightly, compared to how some of the others had been hit. He was now two for two on facing colossal threats in Sand's deserts and coming out relatively unscathed.

Not that it would do to get complacent or anything.

 

[Ryujin Akira]

A tap to the shoulder of the hazmaze suit would reveal a familiar face. It was the gate guard back who was attacked by Izura but without her blind fold. Amaya was certainly shocked to see her here and had not the slightest inkling as to why she was there and working among Sunagakure's medical corps. When the girl called her caption Amaya would quickly shush her before any could hear.

"Indeed it has, we must talk but not here. Go, I'll be in touch."

Amaya would watch as the girl wobbled slowly as if to maintain barring. We're the suits that uncomfortable that it hinder maneuverability so? From across the room Amaya would noticed Kuro motioning to her, or rather someone similar to him. Flicking her dark curls, she'd walk over to him unsure if it was the same demon that fought on the battlefield this day. Still, he said there were none like him and this magnificent creature before her looked the part.

"Kuro? You look a bit different."

She'd follow him to a chamber and recieve instructions and guidance on the workings of the chamber. Interesting stuff how the treatment would work but what stood out the most in the conversation was his option to disrobe.

"Disrobe? I'd consider that a proposition under different circumstances... One I might even take you up on. But we've matters to attend to. Now, I assume by you saying I can leave any time, you are also implying that this process does not induce any form of comatose? Also, I'm allergic to peanuts, will that be a problem?"

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Kuro would nod as she analyzed her present circumstances before he responded. "I am but another bunshin of Toraono Kuro, I am a bunshin that is capable of medical arts, you met the true me in battle earlier but each facet of my being is as capable as the original. It is also true you may leave at any time. The process does induce sleepiness and relaxation but you need not sleep. You can also recover from other injuries, scars, wounds, and markings by request. There is a tablet inside that you write messages on requesting whatever healing or cosmetic changes you deem wanted or necessary. You may even ask for cosmetic changes should you wish. At your size and physical capacity I wager your process of blood cleansing will take you one night. I will be present throughout the entirety to ensure you suffer no discomfort or peculiarities. Your allergy is duly noted and will not be a problem. What other questions do you have?"<i></i> Kuro's hazmat suit was reinforced but balanced to his massive form as such he was easily recognizable, especially with his horns.

 

[Tomomi]

A nice, courtesy bow would be given after the little girl introduced herself to him. He would respond to her with a bow himself as he responded: "Nice to meet you, Kyou. To be honest, I haven't seen you around the Hospital at all since I joined the branch years ago, but then again I haven't seen all the medics considering that we are all busy in numerous parts of the Hospital or we are out on field duty tending to people who collapsed in their homes and so on. I would love to sit down sometime and have you show me some of your herbal medicines and how to use them since I am one who frowns upon using our jutsu to help someone unless they desperately need it. Herbal medicines however, I could see myself using them as an alternative and it would be beneficial to know the numerous kinds that you use." It was true; if they could add herbal remedies and techniques to their repertoire, it would be quite beneficial to the branch and their clients. This was definitely something that would be need to be considered.

He would pause momentarily to ponder on what he just said and nodded as it was definitely a good idea. So he would reinforce this as followed: "So once we finish our work today, we can sit down and set up a time to meet in my office and discuss them in detail if that is alright? As for your question, most of the people involved in the fight against Barynx were not harmed or infected. In my opinion, we have everyone here that was contaminated with the disease. However if I am wrong, we will discover them dying in their homes in the coming days since rumor has it that the Red Death is a dangerous ancient disease that will start with a fever-like conditions and manifest itself quickly into something else. But again, I think everyone infected is here so the village is safe." He hoped his assumption was right on the Red Death and that they did have everything under control over this thing was going to spread quickly and painfully to the rest of the village. Hopefully, everyone did listen to his brother and came if they thought that they were infected. Key word, hopefully.

And then a big thud could be heard inside the room followed by snoring. A grin would appear on the descendant of Byakko's face as he emitted a loud laugh at the results of his strategy. He couldn't believe that it had worked in all honesty and he had his doubts because it was Keitasu after all, but apparently his body was still much like everyone else's excluding his larger than life appetite and reckless for eating so much. But anyways, the descendant of Byakko would look over at his partner and merely shrug his shoulders as he spoke: "It appears Keiatsu has passed out...clearly. I mean he's snoring and shaking the foundation of this makeshift hospital which I still am unsure how Brother Kuro managed to make this so quickly even with his numerous paths. Anyways, we should move him while he is out. Let's go."

He would then open the door to the room and motion to her to enter. He would then begin to lift the boy up and speak again: "Help me lift him on my back. I will carry him to the chamber for men and you can open the doors for me to get there. I would greatly appreciate that, Miss Kyou." If she complied, they would work together to lift him up onto his back and proceed to go to the chamber. Hopefully, Kyou would be able to direct him to the chamber and it shouldn't be that hard since his brother had labeled everything so it was easy to follow and direct one's self. But, he had to remember that Kyou was short and that she might not be able to see....but he had confidence in his medic!

[OOC: Kyou, you can address the walking to the chamber and setting up the chamber for Keiatsu. Didn't want to steal all the thunder lol.]

 

[Uka]

”Well considering how busy we are and the fact that I do end up looking for herbs quite a bit of the time it isn’t that strange really.” She would shrug ever so slightly, trying to add a weak chuckle. ” And I would be more than happy to show you some of the medicinal pills I have been working on recently. I have been using one specific one in the case with the boy who woke up after that year and a half-long coma. Quite the interesting case when one considers that he showed absolutely no real signs of traumatic brain damage or anything of the sort. Whilst I was only using some basic stimulants they did seem to have some effect.” Kyou would nod ever so slightly, going on and on about her little pet project that was Kichiru. In essence he was a little bit of a testing ground for her new products, but nobody had to actually know that did they? It was her little secret. After all she wasn’t going to end up harming him really. ”Especially when one considers that he did end up a rather serious case of bacterial meningitis, leading to a coma.” A light smile would slowly form on her lips, although it would remain mostly hidden underneath her suit, which as per usual was a good two sizes bigger than it should be. Why she always ended up with such huge work clothes really was a mystery to her. Guess it was just her luck.

”And here I go rambling again.” Kyou would roll her eyes. ”Unfortunatelly I would say today is a fairly bad day. I had to come in after three hours or so of sleep and a triple night shift. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t using a fairly decent amount of energy boosters and would love nothing more than getting some sleep.” She would manage another relatively week smile. The medic couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she listened to his explanation, shaking her head ever so slightly. ”So in the best case scenario we will have to quarantine a few houses. Hopefully not too many people end up being stupid and not seeking medical assistance.”

She had mostly refrained from peeking into the chamber as the first couple of seconds had proved to be more than she could handle, especially after seeing a whole chicken disappear into that gaping maw of Keiatsu’s only to appear a couple of seconds later as a pile of bones or that massive chunk of pork loin roast that only left a single rather large bone. It was beyond disturbing to the young woman, who on a good day ate about as much as a mouse. As Kyou hear the thud and observed her superior’s reaction she couldn’t help but slowly shake her head in absolute disbelief. Did people like this really exist out there? Wait who was she kidding they healed people of a daily basis with chakra. Ah the joys of the shinobi world…. She was too tired for this. No matter. At least most of her physical strength was there as the medic helped get the unconscious glutton onto Akujin’s back. ”You are good to go.” Kyou would note quietly as soon as Keiatsu had been safely propped onto his back.

Without much thought she would then slowly begin making her way through the corridors, following the signs leading to the healing chambers. Much to her superior’s disbelief she was actually more than tall enough to be able to read the signs and not have people bump into her without seeing her, thank you very much! Nevertheless, it didn’t take them more than a couple of doors and minutes in order to reach their destination, which was a relatively smallish room, which had a rather large medical cabinet in it alongside a white table with metal legs. Bang on in the centre of the room there was another one of those blood filtering chambers with a rather small bed next to it. The medic would walk over, placing a brand new white sheet onto the bed, nodding for her superior to place Keiatsu over there for the time being before taking a couple of steps back and towards the medical cabinet…..

 

[Gotō Daiji]

So there he was. Splayed out in the sand like the buffoon he was. And his snor- "ZZZZZZZZZZZZ...." *ahem* ...snoring had gotten louder. Didn't really affect him, but it probably wasn't so fun for anyone near him. But it was the price they paid for his complete -not totally consenting- cooperation. The rose-haired youth was a DEEP sleeper...and that's when he wasn't drugged! It was safe to say that he was utterly, thoroughly asleep. They could poke, prod, slap, drop him, or blow an air horn in his ear and he wouldn't so much as flinch. Seriously! It was almost frightening. When he lived with Yama, there had been a few times where the older ninja thought he had lasped into a coma after a particularly harsh training session. But then he remembered just how deep of a sleeper Gō could be. Voracious appetites and the ability to sleep through the apocalpyse ran rampant in his family. Amongst other things. They were an interesting bunch all right...

Naturally, the boy didn't react much to the goings-on around him. How could he? He was O-U-T. Luckily these Sunan medics were a trustworthy bunch, or else he'd be in some real trouble. The most resistance they got out of him was a, "Zzzzzz-*snort*-zzzz..." when Kyuji first started to move his unconscious form. But other than that there were absolutely no signs of him waking up. That is...until Kyou laid a hand on him. Almost instantly his eyes snapped open and he sat up, a hand flashing out to grip the vertically-challenged medic on her shoulder. "..." Glazed-over and groggy brown eyes stared her in the face as a cold silence overcame the room. And then? "Hands off my udon." he was completely hostile, like a predator guarding its kill. Tension filled the air...like a fight was going to break out at the drop of a hat. And just when the boy's grip was starting to get a bit too tight...

THUD!

...he fell back down into the sand, once again at their mercy. What? I never said he was a peaceful sleeper! Like a lump he was lifted without much trouble onto the Medic Chief's back, his snoring resuming once again like it had never stopped. He was carried through a series of increasingly fancy-looking tents, obviously oblivious to this all as he was still very much asleep. When they finally arrived at their destination Kyou began to prep the medical equipment as he remained mostly useless on Kyuji's back. What was next? Cotton swabs? Tongue depressors? Dissection?! I suppose the first step would be to determine his overall status. Was he even infected? He was covered from head-to-toe in bruises and scuffs, and he had some sand in places a person should never have sand. But the mighty Barynx had failed to draw blood from him. If he wasn't yet tainted with the Red Death, was being corralled with the others here putting him at bigger risk? And if he was, how would such a disease react with his own ridiculously fast metabolism? These were all questions best left to doctors...so it was good thing he had a reliable one and the Chief right here, huh?

 

[Hashigaki Kurokawa]

Kurokawa was slowly getting used to maneuvering in the suit. Luckily the glove parts where made of a material which with a bit of extra effort allowed medical jutsu to go through. She would form a few seals become focusing chakra through the suit. She would then go behind and hover the hand over his back scanning his condition. If one would look through the suit it would be apparent that while her eyes were fully visible with no blindfold o speak off they would not really be fixed at her had, nor would they flicker, scanning the body for any other signs of trauma. They would just be there in a fixed position looking straight ahead with their vibrant violet glimmer.

"Seems you got off easy. I am not an expert of how this thing spreads either I must confess. You didn't acquire any cuts did you?"

I can't help you here either. I need direct contact with the stuff to decipher its secrets.

While the chances of you being able to neutralize it are above 50%, i'd rather not take that chance until we know what type of disease it is, and we won't know that until the upper echelon reveals their findings. For now it's scanning, asking and possibly healing chamber in the quarantine area if needed.

Or inside you?

Again, not if we don't know how it is transmitted.

Hemorian seemed as unease about the suit as Kurokawa did. Apparently the suit limited his senses as well. Was that cause he used her senses or was it something else. So far he either saw through chemicals in the air touching her skin or through her perception. She would have to investigate that when she got the chance.

[MFT]
[WC: 291]

 

[Shiruko Makoto]

A trick of the light, then, from before, the hood of the hazmat suit hanging over her eyes perhaps. Yet...Makoto blinked; her eyes were unfocused. Wrong evidence, correct conclusion? Or simply deep in thought?

Irrelevant either way, really. It was none of his business if she could see or not, just if she could do her job. Which, if she was here, she could.

"No cuts, just the ribs and some bruises." He'd obtained some injuries during the course of the fight, but most had patched themselves up due to the Leech Seal, and none of them had drawn blood anyway. He'd been lucky, in some ways, and otherwise been quite...well, prepared. Luck only lasted so long, after all. "Are you saying I'm clean?"

If it required blood contact or ingestion of some sort...well, that would be a lot easier to contain, for one.

I am sorry to say I don't know either way, Makoto. I was never here at the time, and all my information was at least second-hand.

That's fine. I don't really expect it of you, after all.

He shifted, slightly uneasy. If he'd gotten off so light, then it seemed as if he neither needed quarantine nor to go into one of those booths. That...that was definitely the preferable outcome, as far as he was concerned.