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Post by winterbane on Jun 6, 2011 14:10:00 GMT -5
Healing the art of making wounds go away, and the pain to disapper. This is what Ethan Winterbane always learned from his years at studying Medical Degrees, and look at him now. He took the job as Healing Professor, and is also the Doctor. He was away for a few years, travelling around and learning more about special herbs and potions, and now he was finally back for Charles Xavier and the students.
He opened the Office/ Infirmary with his bags as he smelled the air that has always been there. "Ahh the Hospital air, it has always been here, and I guess it is staying here too."He said smiling as he walked a bit further.
He then walked further opening a door in the back of the Infirmary as he opened his office. He finally had a office, and he was going to enjoy it very much. He put his bags away, as he looked how late it was. "Hmm it is almost evening, I must have been too late for everything."He said as he looked around. "I guess Charles Xavier wouldn't mind me."He said to himself, as he closed his office door.
When he was standing in the infirmary again he moved with some stuff, putting everything on the right place he wanted it, as he hummed some words, not knowing someone suddenly walked in.
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Post by liobit on Jun 6, 2011 14:44:37 GMT -5
Terry's eyes were on the floor as he entered the room, as he was rather deep in thought. His head suddenly jerked up when he realized he wasn't alone, that there was actually someone else in the infirmary. He didn't recognize the man, and so glanced around the room for signs of the nurse that was usually on duty before remembering how late in the day it was; she was probably having dinner. He mentally cursed himself for being so scatterbrained, and took a closer look at the man. He looked at home in this place, organizing some seemingly misplaced vials and other medical equipment along the shelves.
"Uh, hi," Terry greeted, his confusion freezing him in place. Then he remembered why he was here, and looked down at his left forearm; he'd taken his coat in one hand and wrapped it around his arm, which significantly bloodied. He looked back up at the mysterious man and lifted his arm a little. "Geomancer clipped me in a training session. It's just a scrape, and the bleeding's mostly stopped, but I wanted to get a bandage on it anyway." He gestured to the series of drawers under the counter. "Top drawer, I believe, unless you've moved them."
He blinked, still not sure what he should really be doing. "Terry Fletcher, by the way." He nodded to the man. "I teach English, and work with students and their powers most days."
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Post by winterbane on Jun 6, 2011 22:34:50 GMT -5
Ethan Thibault Winterbane was looking at the man when he entered the room. The nurse that was on duty, could take some other shifts now and it was almost evening, so she could take some sleep. He didn't need the sleep, or maybe he did, but he was now just settling in, like they call it.
He heard him talk about the bleeding stuff and all. "Don't worry."He said as he grabbed his cane, walking to him. It was weird that a cane was used for a person that could heal almost everything. Oh well it was not that it was not useable, he used it mostly for broken bones to heal and some other stuff. It was also handy to fight with.
When he was near Terry Fletcher as he introduced himself, he put the coat off the wound, as he just put his hand on it, focussing on the wound as his hands start to glow. "Now that is fixed."He said giving a soft smile. "No need for any bandage or anything."He said as he smiled a bit. "That is only for the nurse."Ethan said.
"Ethan Winterbane, I have been working here but I travelled a few years, and now I am back to teach and be the local doctor around here, I just heal and the nurse doesn't have that, so yeah easy way for me to help the problems then."Ethan said giving a nod.
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Post by liobit on Jun 9, 2011 18:51:58 GMT -5
Terry watched warily as the man approached with his cane. He could easily be someone who worked here, or a friendly visitor of some kind, but until Terry was sure, he would have to keep an eye on him.
As the man actually introduced himself, pulling the English teacher's coat aside and placing his hand on the injury, Terry took his eyes off the rest of the man and focused on his hand. He seemed to know what he was doing, and it wasn't as if anything he did wouldn't eventually heal back...
And then the abrasion was gone. Terry's eyes widened in surprise as he flexed his hand experimentally. No pain, no nothing; there was no sign at all that he'd ever been injured. There was still the blood to clean up, though.
"So you're a healer," Terry said appreciatively as he turned toward the sink in the room. "And a teacher. What do you teach?"
He was comfortable leaving the man at his back while he washed the blood off his arm and coat, now that he knew he was supposed to be here. In the back of his mind, the detective in him was questioning Ethan's need of a cane of the man could heal, but then, everyone had their own little quirks. Maybe he couldn't heal himself; that was one explanation.
"And did you learn anything cool these past couple years on your own?"
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