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Topic Started: Nov 22 2010, 04:53 AM (493 Views)
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It had been a long run and then a walk and then a run again from the forest to the hospital, especially due to the fact that Alastor had to carry some very fragile cargo. The young Judge had never felt his body pushed like this before. He wasn't a marathon runner and he wasn't especially used to running for long distances carrying something heavy like say another living person. Although in this case the person in question was fighting to stay alive as it was.

As Alastor ran, he looked down at Claire. This strange girl he had found mortally wounded in the forest. It wasn't clear to him whether she was from a different time period, a different world or dimension or a combination of the lot. However he was sure all of that could be discussed once she was patched up. He was glad the ruling he had set in place to keep her from feeling her pain was still working, it had at least kept her more or less more comfortable. Looking up, the hospital was in sight. A small smile of relief crossed his sweat covered face.

With a quiet swish the doors slid open before him. He stopped running and walked the final part of the way to the reception counter, already drawing a lot of attention as it was from the patients that were in the lobby. Looking up, the nurse in charge behind the front desk was already on her feet as she spotted Claire. "What happened to this girl?" she asked, noting the severity of her wounds.

Alastor shook his head, "I'll explain it later, please just get a stretcher down here stat! She needs immediate medical attention or else I fear she will die." Due to his father heading one of the most prestigious pharmisutical companies in the world, Alastor's family name was rather well-known within the medical field. He was certain he would be able to cover any expenses that the hospital woudl incur due to looking after Claire. The nurse made a quick call over the intercom for a hospital stretcher-bed and within moments it was there.

Alastor carefully placed Claire down, speaking to her, "It will be ok. You're safe now. I won't be far away, these people are going to fix you up, alright?" Alastor walked alongside the bed as it was wheeled through the pristine white halls of the hospital, resting his hand gently on Claire to reassure her that he was still there. However he wasn't sure if he would be allowed into the ward when they treated her.

He had no idea what kind of physicians she had in her world and so he worried about what her reaction would be to the hospital.
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For what little of the journey Claire was awake, her fading senses seemed to take turns in giving her information; here and there, blurry sights of the sky and the odd edge of a building would contend with the rhythmic rocking of Alastor's pace, interspersed with the sound of his breath or his footfalls or vague noises of human life all around. Were they in a city, now? Were there even cities in the Japans?

Once, she glanced up at him as he carried her, her delicate features ashen and her eyes glassy; far from the flush and sweat-beaded countenance Alastor held. She saw fervent determination in his eyes, and the set brow of a man fighting exertion; a much-needed reminder that at least Claire wasn't alone.

As Alastor's pace slowed again, the Templar girl's eyes fluttered open another time, turning her head slightly to see their surroundings as she hung in his arms. The buildings around her were... alien. The same could be said for the people that walked in droves around the two, strange in speech and mannerism and attire. It wasn't particularly important right now, however, as she looked to the emblem hanging over the glass-panelled doorway they now approached, a pang of hope springing in her heart.

It was a red cross, on a white background.

Safe in thought, Claire closed her eyes again and laid her head against her newfound protector's shoulder. "Thank you."

By the time the stretcher arrived, Alastor would see that she was out like a light again.

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Yo, sorry to interrupt and Ima let you finish, but this timeskip was the best plot device ever!


Well, as Alastor had predicted, the doctors had asked him to wait outside the ward while the diagnosis was performed. It wasn't long, however, before he was hailed by one of the younger ones- probably an intern- and he spoke to Alastor in the corridor outside.

"Sir, there's no need to worry. Her actual injuries aren't life-threatening: besides her right arm broken in two places, she just has scrapes and bruises," The young medic informed him. "But it's a good thing you got here in time. She was in some severe shock before being stabilized."

He paused, seemingly about to ask something... but doctors at Hyakuji generally knew better than to ask how people received the injuries they did. "At any rate, it won't take long to set and cast her arm. If you're willing to wait, we'll let you know when she's been taken to a ward afterward."

"Oh, and as procedure goes, sir, if I could ask you your name and your relation to the young lady. And if you could help us identify her; we didn't find any kind of ID on her."
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Alastor had been pacing outside, gently biting his thumb as he did so inbetween intervals. He was nervous, but he truely couldn't understand why. Yes Claire had been hurt, but that still didn't explain Alastor's worry. Of course...he could guess what it was. It was his thirst, his thirst for knowledge, of the unkwown. Whatever spell, if it even was a spell, had cast he from her time period or dimension was obviously something of great power. What's more, Alastor was interested in seeing what kind of power Claire herself had. If she was even patially a magician, he wanted to examine her as she cast her spells.

What medium did she use to channel her powers? What were the nature of her powers? Were there any requirements that needed to be fulfilled before she could cast a spell? Alastor stopped pacing. Thinking such things was good. It was good to questoin, that was how you learnt. However, it was also what confined him to his sentence as a Judge.

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When the intern came out, Alastor let out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad she's ok." With that said, Alastor was finally able to release the ruling he had used to ease Claire's pain. Now that she was stable, all the pain she would have been feeling would be gone and so now it wouldn't matter if the rule was in place. When asked about the young lady, Alastor couldn't exactly lie, it would go against Judge principles. So he told the truth. "That young lady is a friend of mine from Europe. She arrived here unexpectidly to visit me, unfortunately the private airline she was travelling had a little mishap, you know how small aircraft can be."

Alastor then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small business card, "As for who I am, my name is Alastor Fainscastle. Please call the number on the card and tell the person on the other end to please pay for any costs that this visit would incur." It was a private line that Alastor had to his bank account. He usually gave out such cards only in extreme circumstances. The call would alert the bank, who would then send an email to Alastor requesting for verification on the payment.

He was sure that even an intern would recognise the name, it was after all, plastered on most of the medical labels in the hospital. Even now Alastor could see the company logo on the bottle of pills that rested on a tray being carried by a nurse that walked by.
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It took a little while, but realization did at last dawn in the intern's eyes as to just whom he was speaking to. Oh. Right. That Fainscastle. The young fellow seemed clearly caught off-guard when he next spoke. "I... I see. Thank you, sir, that's all we needed to know..."

He looked down at the business card in his hand, before glancing between Alastor and the little square of gloss-paper several times. "...I'll go and see if the young lady has been taken to a ward yet, Mr. Fainscastle. I'll be right back."

Visibly flustered a bit, the intern about-faced and promptly headed down the stark whiteness of the corridor. Not that an individual linked to one of the world's larger multinational pharmaceuticals corporations truly commanded any authority in a hospital, but it wasn't as if the intern knew any better.

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Around the same time that the intern returned to tell Alastor he could see Claire, the girl in question awoke, from splintered dreams-turned-nightmares of shattering swords and melting, endless corridors. As she stirred amongst the sterile crispness of white hospital sheets, eyes opening blearily, the room that reluctantly de-blurred around her made he wonder this was the actual nightmare.

A description of the room was not something Claire could really attain. Not in words. Except, perhaps, that it was unfamiliar and lifeless and... of another world, entirely. Nothing her sluggish glances presented her was made from any material she'd known from Acre...

And then, suddenly, she was awake with the urgency of the soldier she was, the room of little concern as the events of the past who-knows-how-long began to cascade into her thoughts again. Drowsy and slightly numb, she propped herself on one elbow with only a faroff sensation of fatigue trying to drag her down again. Something pinched slightly as she moved, on the inside of her elbow. Her vision became partially obscured by... by... she didn't know.

She had to get a grip on the situation. This place wasn't safe, she could feel it. How had she gotten here? She squeezed her eyes shut for a second. Everything was a blur in her mind...

"Who's there?" She tried to call in the challenging tone she standardly would have used, but she could hear it only came out as an uncertain mumble. She thought she saw movement by the door. Perhaps. It was hard to focus.

A name drifted to the forefront of her mind, stopping her anxiety in its tracks. After some silence, still trying to see if there really was someone by the doorway, she called the name; there was now clarity to her voice, but any edge to it was completely diminished.

"...Chevalier Alastor?"

In reality, the movement was that of the doctors and nurses clearing out after finally being satisfied that Claire was stable and under the appropriate treatment. Anyone who would look into the ward now would find it empty, save for a smallish blonde girl struggling to keep herself lifted on her one elbow, in bed, an IV in her arm and a slinged cast about the other. On one of two chairs beside the hospital bed, the remnants of her archaic clothing and Templar attire sat folded.
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Alastor was already walking into the ward when he heard Claire's call out to him, with the title she'd given to him. He didn't consider himself a knight of any sort, especially in this day and age. Alastor turned around the corner from the door and gave a small wave to Claire. "Hi there. Well needless to say you've got some colour back in your face. I'm glad to see you pulled through ok." Even though it did amount to Claire only walking away from this with a broken arm, it could have been worse.

Noticing the chairs, Alastor thought for a second that perhaps he should take a seat. However that could maybe be done later. One thing that Alastor couldn't really do was sit still when talking about something serious and for the most part, a hospital was as serious something could get. Alastor let his hands moved slightly behind his back, not too sure how to stand, even though he preffered not to sit and moved to the side of Claire's bed.

"I think, we have quite a few things to discuss, don't we? You said that your name was Claire, correct?"
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“Yes… that’s right. Claire.”

The affirmation of Alastor’s presence was enough to ground Claire in the Here and Now, at least for the next while, steadying the chaotic unfamiliarity of her surroundings with just that glimmer of recognition that she was seeking. She shifted in position, testing the strength in her body more reasonably as she felt whether she could keep herself propped up on an elbow for any appreciable amount of time. Deciding that she actually couldn’t really, the Templar gingerly let herself drop back into a half-sit against the pillows, her slight figure practically swimming in the hospital sheets while Alastor took up a position at the side of the bed.

Now lent an inch of stability, Claire’s mind began to function sensibly again. Panic and bewilderment ebbed, but the silent undercurrent of danger still thrummed somewhere deep inside. She felt something between being out-of-place and threatened, the unbreakable soldier-sense bred into her alive and kicking once more.

She was silent for a moment, looking away from Alastor to scan the room once more. Her gaze did not return to him, instead lowering to the sheets uncertainly. Was Alastor expecting her to ask questions, or did he want to do the asking? “I…”

The softest of exhalations belied the effort it took for her to reach up and brush her hand across her chest, just above her bosom. The sensation of cold pewter she expected to run across her knuckles, worryingly, was missing. Placing her good hand on the cast of her broken arm, Claire looked to the chair with her tunic draped over it. “Um… do you know where my crucifix is? I had it around my neck…”

She blinked, suddenly tired again. “…It’s very dear to me.”

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Alastor was forcing himself not to rock back and forth on his heels while he stood there. He always figited like this whenever he was nervous or in an odd situation and this was probably as odd as they came really. His desired distraction to his problem came when Claire spoke. Conversation, that was what he needed and wanted right now. As Claire inquired as to the whereabouts of her crucifix, Alastor smiled, pulled the cross and the chain it was on from his pocket, "You mean this?"

He gently put it down on her lap smiling a little as he did so. "When we were on the way here I took it off while you were drifting in and out of consciousness. I don't trust a lot of people with jewellery of any sort, even if it's not mine. Not that I have anything against the people of this place, it's just something I've always been taught." Not to mention, Alastor could tell it was something very precious to her. No matter where you went, every girl had something that was precious to them or a favorite of theirs. Considering her garments and her general lack of jewels, accessories and make-up, it wasn't too hard to guess that this was something personal to Claire.

After all, Templars were religious back in their time, so their cross was about the same as their heart. Alastor's eyes looked around the room for a moment, before looking back at Claire, "So, now that you're more conscious and less in pain, perhaps I can ask you this properly. Where do you come from? Or perhaps a better question, what year do you think it is?"
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