>>605683
Agreed. Thank them and tell them to be careful. Back to work. Maybe casually bring up the topic of these "angels" and missing people to Isaiah. Maybe they're, at least in part, what's got him so paranoid.

Orion 2014/11/30(Sun)09:43 No. 606981 ID: 0eaf76
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"Have you ever seen these angels?" They both give you perplexed gazes. "O' course not! Anyone who actually sees one...they never come back alive!" How strange. It almost feels like something out of a motion picture. Angels of Death, stealing away souls that have wronged this planet. Kind of hard to believe it's actually real. In fact, you highly doubt it's actually real. "Well, thank you for your time." You bow your head and duck back out to stand behind the counter. You wonder if Isaiah knows anything about these angels. Do you think that he'd possibly even be a target? It's hard to know what types of people get targetted, but Isaiah is infamous in this town for hailing from Skarvonia...perhaps an angel has him on their hitlist.

After another hour the shop was finally prepared for closing. You swept up the floors, cleaned the cases, adjusted the scale, wiped down counters and finally checked in on Isaiah in the back kitchen. He was leaning against the wall, wiping his brow with a dirty cloth. "Ah! Zeke...good work today. It's a lot less stressful with another person to man the front counter." He pushed off of the wall and approached you, patting you on the back. "Do you have anywhere to stay tonight?" You shake your head. "There's a nice hotel just up the street. It usually has vacant rooms available for people..." Peeking out the window, you see how dark it got. The sun's rays were quickly fading under the horizon...

"Hey, Isaiah?" You turn back around, the baker gathering up his belongings. "Yeah?" He shot you a jagged smile, which was how he naturally smiled. "Do you...know anything about these winged angels on the news?" His smile slowly faded off his face, eyes going dark. "Mmm...yeah. I don't know anything about them in terms of details...all I know is that they make my life a living hell." He averted his gaze to the ground. "What? Why's that?" You inquire. "It's terrifying to walk home every night. Aren't you scared they'll take you away? Down to hell? Down to eternal damnation?" Isaiah shook his head, throwing a jacket over his back. "Just be careful, Zeke. I don't think you'll be in much danger...but you can never be too safe. Anyways, I'll see you early tomorrow." The coyote quickly shuffled out of the kitchen, pointing to a set of keys on a side table on the way out. "Lock up the shop when you leave, and bring the keys back tomorrow." And just like that he was gone and out of the store. You were only left with the smell of fresh dough and a sinking, cold feeling in your stomach.

well might as well finish up here and head over to the hotel. You got enough cash to afford a night there right?

Orion 2014/11/30(Sun)10:58 No. 607021 ID: 0eaf76
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Might as well head over to the hotel, then. You'll need a good night's sleep for tomorrow. You head out the front door, dressed in your normal clothes, and lock the door behind you. The streets were completely abandoned...it almost looked as though no one lived here at all, aside from the lights coming from the insides of houses. Up the street, you could see the large, light-up sign reading "HOTEL". You assumed that was the place that Isaiah was referring to. As you make your way towards the building, an uneasy feeling settles in your gut. The wind felt...colder, sharper...Looking up at the sky, you notice something floating down towards you. It was...a feather? You catch it with one hand, looking at it closely. It was a sleek, black feather, a bit frayed at the end. You look around nervously, quickening your pace towards the hotel. From your right side, you hear a scream, down a long, dark alleyway. Should you keep going or stop and investigate? At this point you'd much rather go into the safety of the hotel...

try to keep walking towards the hotel, then have your conscience take over and move CAREFULLY down the ally and see if it's something you can actually do to help while questioning why you had to be born and raised with such a loud since of right and wrong.

There is probably nothing you could do to help the person screaming; but it will help you slake your curiosity on the subject of the "angels".

>>606981
You get any bread before you left? (A wanderer like you should know the value of having a spare meal on hand. Also while I'm against stealing money, taking an extra roll or two is unlikely to hurt him in the long run. Especially if it is one of the ones that's started to go stale.)

Remember, you can yell for the guard at any time.

Do you have training in these kinds of situations? Bottleneck fights, hostage negotiation, stealth, etc.? If so, approach the situation area carefully, and be ready for any of the above three. If not, you may want to call for help. The most pathetic thing you can do is pretend that someone isn't being assaulted.

Worst-case scenario, the assaulter kills the target after discovering that he's been spotted, and proceeds to do other stuff. Even then, calling for help and slightly risking your life doing so shows bravery as a former soldier.

Best-case scenario, someone's having a good time. Whatever, the guards don't execute people for playing in the streets at night... do they?

Be a big heroman

>>607021
Go investigate, try to sneakily get an eye on what's happening. Don't get involved unless it's something you can handle.

Orion 2014/11/30(Sun)16:03 No. 607116 ID: 0eaf76
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Your better judgment says to just go to the hotel, but your strong sense of consciousness urges you to check out what's going on. Paying attention to being extra cautious, you inch around the alleyway, trying to figure out what was happening. You hear the scream get louder, and a loud crash follows close behind. "STOP! GET AWAY FROM ME!" That definitely didn't sound good. Rounding the corner, you almost gasp at what you see.

A child was standing over a bloodied and beaten woman, who was cowering for her life. The child had a lead pipe gripped in their hands, backside facing towards you. Their back was mangled with two black wings jutting from the shoulders. The woman was trying to desperately scoot backwards, but the child placed their foot on her chest, raising the pipe over their head. "PLEASE! DON'T! PLEASE!" She cried out.

>>607116
Tackle that little shit. You're bigger, you can use the advantage of surprise to get the pipe away from him.

Grab the pipe, yell what the hell is wrong with him, ignore the wings for now. Also look around (and above you) to make sure he doesn't have friends.

This may make sense in context; it's possible that the injured woman is actually a career criminal who has harmed innocents before.

Or maybe the angel's hungry. Whatever.

Until you get more intel, don't assume either party is in the right. Please stealth and non-lethally take down the "angel". Then incapacitate the injured woman, and get both their sides of the story. Deal with them based on what you learn.

Grab the pipe, try to avoid hurting the kid you still don't really know what is going on. Heck I know it looks very bad but you can't always judge a book by its cover. But that doesn't mean to put your guard down, you have to handle this situation carefully.

Think about it because the angel could be bad, or the women has committed a crime. Just that you are a neutral party here.

Orion 2014/12/03(Wed)21:17 No. 608574 ID: 0eaf76
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You run up and grab the pipe from the boy's hands, shoving him onto the ground with a hard push. He tumbled onto the concrete and quickly flipped over, staring up at you with wide eyes. "Who are you?!" You grip the pipe, a bit of tension causing you to stiffen. "The better question is who you are. Why are you doing this?! You're...you're one of those angels aren't you! One of those angels who murder civilians in the middle of the night..." The boy frowned, adjusting himself so he was sitting up straight. "...You do know...that I'm going to have to kill you now." The woman turned over suddenly, grabbing onto your ankle desperately. "RUN!!!" She screeched. The angel boy scrambled to his feet, body slamming into your stomach, wings outstretched. You drop the pipe almost immediately, crashing into the hard ground with a gasp. "Ack!" He hit a lot harder than you expected...it took the wind right out of you.

>>608574
Grab a wing and twist.

Feint a jab for his eyes with your fingers, but then kick or punch his lower torso!

Or, feint a beeline for his neck in your teeth but then headbutt his jaw!

Do something feinty! ANYTHING!

Beat him unconscious. And then knock the woman unconscious, or tie her up (maybe you can have her grab the angel?). Take them both back to the bakery and be sure to tie both of them up. Then lock them up on separate floors.

That is a good pipe. You may as well keep the pipe as a base weapon. Or some kind of rolling pin.

Quickly, when you hit the ground give a punch to the face of your winged adversary to daze him, then catch your breath.

Grab that little bastard and headbutt him. Then when he's stunned get on top of him. You should be heavier and if you can stay on top you'll have the advantage.

grab the wings and pull them in an unnatural angle.

>>608574
Go for the wings, screaming "EVEN ANGELS CAN FALL"

Reasoning: The wings would probably be the lightest and most fragile part of his body - if he's flying under his own power and not magic, then his bones have to be hollow enough to allow for flight. But he's also bipedal, which means his torso and legs are strong and sturdy.

His wings would be the weakest part of his body, if there is a weakest point.

As for the scream, it's part intimidation for him, part inspiration for you and part "HELP I'M BEING ATTACKED BY A MONSTER" for everyone else.

Orion 2014/12/03(Wed)23:52 No. 608613 ID: 0eaf76
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Grabbing the angel, you get a hold of his wings, trying to twist them in order to force him off of you. Strangely enough though...that didn't seem to garner any sort of reaction from the boy. You could feel a strange vibration eminating from the feathers though...as if the wings weren't connected to the boy at all. He scrambled towards the pipe, picking it up and whacked the side of your shoulder. You let out a yell of pain, clutching your arm. You hurriedly scoot backwards, trying desperately to get away. "Just hold still. I'll make your death quick." He raised the pipe above his head and dashed towards you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you freeze.

...
...

Orion 2014/12/03(Wed)23:53 No. 608614 ID: 0eaf76
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...

You feel nothing for a short moment. No pain. No pipe being smashed into your skull. Hesitantly, you open your eyes, to see a fair maiden. She had a flowy outfit on, with shimmering, pale hair. She was blocking the pipe with her arm, the boy pausing in confusion. Looking down at you, she smiles warmly. "Don't worry, Ezekial. I will protect you." Her arm began to glow as she elbowed the boy in the neck, sending him flying against the wall on the other side of the alley. Almost immediately she faced you and placed her hands on your cheeks. "Are you hurt?"

Uh...just a little? (Y'know, unless you are. How's the arm?) Also, how's the first woman? Wanna make sure the "angel" doesn't kill her while we're distracted.

more... confused then anything... did I hit my head?

Thank the new person.
Check the injured women is okay.
Check the boy is still down.
Don't trust the new women completely - you don't know what's actually going on here.

>>608614
Ohai miss cover picture lady
With all this talk about angels... Are you our Guardian Angel?

You're fine, thanks! But the agent needs to focus on the angel! Meanwhile, make sure the woman is not bleeding out (unless she is the agent or has fled the scene) and then tie her up, just to be sure she's not an enemy either.

Afterwards, tell the agent if she's willing to keep the angel alive. It's possible that he is being possessed by his own wings. Either way, you want answers, right?

Is the other lady ok? Probably not but after you check you should offer your new friend to talk in a more private place, maybe your hotel room.

>>608614
Aha, the lady from the title. Tell her your arm is hurt... but who is she?

>>608614
"Are you an angel too?"

>>608643
Agreed.

Orion 2014/12/09(Tue)16:18 No. 610321 ID: 0eaf76
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"I'm okay...my shoulder just hurts a bit, if anything..." You try and sit up straight, the maiden keeping a careful hold on you. "Are...you an angel?" You manage to ask. She stares at you, hesitantly for a moment before smiling. "Just stay put, okay?" She turns around and watches the boy push himself off of the wall. How did he survive that impact? Any normal person would've immediately passed out... "I'll distract him...can you check on the woman?" The maiden motioned towards the incapacitated woman, still curled up on the ground. Before you're able to reply to her demand, she takes off running, the boy giving chase. You scramble to your feet and rush over to the injured female. A pained groan slipped out from her mouth, her body scrunched up like some mended piece of trash. You lift her up, smearing off blood with your palm. "Ugh...j-just leave me to die..." She mutters.

>>610321
Why? Did she do something to deserve this? ...at this point it doesn't matter. Even if she wants to die, she has to at least tell someone else so you have a witness to your story.

Plus uh, yeah, you're not gonna just leave someone to bleed out like this. Ask if she can still move. If so, help her up and keep her steady so you two can get out into the open and find help.

she's hurt but not lethally. help her up.

>Ugh...j-just leave me to die...
sorry ma'am, I'm to nice of a guy to leave you alone out here and to big of an ass to respect your wishes now let's get you to a doctor.

>>610321
It looks like she's taken quite a beating.
Ask her if any bones are broken.

No time for chit hat this lady needs hospital, can you carry her? Since you don't really know the area best to carry her to a house and ask for help. Also keep her talking and engaged ask her name, about family, just make sure she stay awake and feels safer.

"STOP BEING SUCH A SELFISH DRAMA 81+(#! I ALMOST DIED TRYING TO SAVE YOU! Least you could do is tell me why the @#$% you deserve to die, first."

Get her to the bakery. You might be able to recruit her as a squad member! Or she'll owe you big. Either way, keep her alive, and ask questions about what she did to get marked by A @#$%ING ANGEL.

>Cursing like a thirteen-year-old on cawadooty
Let's not.
Supporting >>610324, seems like the best retort.

The child appears to be someone the woman may know, perhaps a child she abandoned.

>>610321
>"Ugh...j-just leave me to die..." She mutters."
"Sorry ma'am, I don't speak [whatever language we're currently speaking]."

If she asks how you're talking to her:
"Well I'd explain, but as I said I don't speak [language]."

Alternatively:
"Sorry ma'am. I can't comply with that request, on account of me having an ounce of moral fiber."

The best response to "Ugh...j-just leave me to die..." is no response.
Take her to somewhere safer.

Orion 2014/12/12(Fri)22:48 No. 611071 ID: 0eaf76
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“Sorry ma’am, I’m too polite to leave you here to die, and too much of an ass to listen to you right now.” You scoop up the bloodied woman in your arms, rushing out of the alleyway to locate the nearest medical clinic you could find. “Are you going to make it?” Looking down at the woman, it’s clear she just wanted a long nap…but she instead turned her head to stare at you, opening her mouth to speak. “I’ll be fine…” She croaks. Across the street, up a ways, you manage to locate a general clinic that stood just past the hotel you were headed to before. You burst down the door, frantically searching about for someone to help. The young lady sitting at the front desk looks up, surprised by your abrupt entrance.
“Oh dear, that woman…where did you find her?”
“She was lying in an alleyway a few blocks down…I think an angel got to her.”
“A-An angel? Oh I’m...terribly sorry, sir. But we cannot help you.”

>A-An angel? Oh I’m...terribly sorry, sir. But we cannot help you.
I must have been mistaken. The angels don't leave their victims behind, do they?

This woman was injured by an unknown assailant. Help her.

Oh teh noes the doctors are not keeping up with the Hippocratic oath. Now what, do far cry healing on her with bandages and whatever we can find?

>>611071
ok, future note, when saying crazy things leave out the crazy like instead of saying she was hit by an angle say she was hit by a kid with a crowbar who ran off when you came to help.

But for now, it probably wasn't angels they leave nothing behind, I just heard stories and was guessing, Just please help I mean what about the Hippocratic oath thing you guys take?

wipe some of the blood off the girl you have's face and smear it on the desk. "i wonder how they track down their victims..."

Get an explanation. If she's doomed, then that's understandable. If it's policy not to help victims of an angel attack, drop your survivor on the table and threaten to cry foul on this clinic.

>>611071
I'm sorry, is this a place of healing or a place of cowardice?

Get angry.

>>611071
>“A-An angel? Oh I’m...terribly sorry, sir. But we cannot help you.”
Okay... At first I was going to say 'explanation or arson' but...

It's possible that Angels pursue their targets relentlessly, meaning that keeping her here would doom dozens of hospital patients too... But then how would she know that?

Let's go with 'Explain [why you can't do your bloody job]. NOW.'

Orion 2014/12/13(Sat)13:06 No. 611198 ID: 0eaf76
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"What do you mean when you say you can't help? This is a place of healing, not a place of cowardice! Why can't you do your job?!" The lady shakes her head calmly, a downtrodden look on her face. "Please understand, sir. If it were up to me I would offer my assistance. I am not trained in any medical field, however...I simply man the front desk. The head doctor here ordered us not to accept angel-fallen patients..." That didn't seem right...why implement a policy? "Does...that mean you get multiple patients coming in claiming they had an angel attack?" This made the woman pause, pressing her glossy lips together in a sort of tense embarrassment.

"...Y-Yes...each time they come they bear fatal wounds...and each time we must turn them away...we...can only assume they die soon afterwards..."

well then, it sounds like you want to buy some gauze. wrap up the bleeding spots best you can, then we sit here until ether dawn or the angel comes and we lead it on a merry chase that involves the doctor getting caught in the crossfire.

Put injured patient down somewhere, and start digging around for medical supplies.

If the receptionist protests, tell her, last time you checked, she's not helping you, so she's not disobeying orders.

>>611094
>>611198
"Listen to me very carefully: I understand that you are a secretary, not a doctor. You are not bound, and have never been bound, by the Hippocrates oath. But if you leave this woman to die for no reason than the orders from your boss, then you don't deserve to be a part of the medicinal community - just another secretary.

You want to be more while doing less? You want to get paid more, to deserve more, to be respected more, even if you stay a secretary for the rest of your life? Then take this opportunity and HELP ME. Look at the wounds, they don't look fatal at all. The angel on duty botched the job thanks to us. I just met someone who can take the fight to the angels - I don't think she's going to side with us if we leave our wounded to die!

Your choice, ma'am! Live, or die?!"

>>611198
Tell her you want to speak to the head doctor.

However, if we both agree that she was NOT attacked by an angel, then you can accept her?

Or, what happens if I would report this hospital to the police. No one's survived the path to the police to report this clearly illegal refusal of care because they were injured, however, I AM well enough to make it to the police and report this gross injustice.

Let's just make this simple and both agree she was not attacked by an angel.
I can tell you're a good person. Let's just say this was a mugging, shall we? Put that on the paperwork?

Well, now we know why angel attacks are fatal.

There isn't any point pushing the secretary any more - there's literally nothing she can do directly. Instead fetch supplies and ask if there is anyone who could help the woman.

>>611198
"... Well. Then I guess she just got mugged."

Don't broker any argument. We AIN'T leavin' her to die.

>>611198
Then give me some damn medical supplies, if you aren't going to do shit than at least let me try something. I'm not just going to leave someone to die like some diseased animal when there's a chance they can be helped and FUCK your reasoning for not helping because I'm not going to leave unless you give me something to help her.

Orion 2014/12/19(Fri)20:34 No. 613298 ID: 0eaf76
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"Oh my god-- just give me some medical supplies then..." You hold out a hand, cradling the woman in your arms. You could feel her hands grip at your shirt, a wet mumbling coming from her mouth. The secretary rolled backwards in her chair, standing up from her seat. "I'm sorry, sir. I have been instructed not to take part in any recovery involving an angel victim." This enraged you. You set the bleeding woman on the floor and climbed onto the desk. "Then I'll just have to take what I need myself."

She flipped around and pressed her hand on a large button behind a wall, a cacophonous ringing ringing over the clinic. "I suggest you leave, before the head doctor gets out here." She muttered stingingly, cold eyes glaring at you. You shake your head, taking steps backwards. "...Why...? Why are you so insistent on this?" The secretary dropped her hand, staring at the ground. "It's in my job description."

Well, fuck your job and negligence.

>>613298
"Most people place ethics above really stupid orders that run contrary to your business' purpose. Or at least pretend to.

Also, WHAT KIND OF JOB HAS PROVISIONS IN PLACE FOR 'ANGEL ATTACKS'?!"

It's all a government conspiracy!
The government angels take victims to feed the illuminati!
Jokes aside I think you should give this head doctor a piece of your mind. Maybe even convince them of doing something good.

So this is a town full of murders and cheats then? I see why the angels chose to show up here then, you all deserve each other. Who gives a damn if people are dying in the streets as long as it's not you right? Wonder how long it's going to take before you're the one laying in the street, bloodied and bruised, and everyone is just walking past you like your trash just because it's not there problem. My god and you people call yourselves doctors, you're nothing but scum who think it's they're god given right to chose who get's saved and who can just go fuck off and die depending whether or not it's convenient for you to do one over the other. You people... you animals make me sick.

Think we should just go, I think staying here to do anything whether out of spite or to help the women in your arms would only cause more problems for yourself and the women with it helping nobody. Just use your shirt or something to try and bandage the women. Also I think we should leave this town as soon as possible. Seeing how these people are reacting to anyone who has come into contact with the angels I wouldn't be surprised if they formed a lynch mob for you tomorrow simply out of fear and ignorance. Cause seriously fuck this town.

>>613299
Fuck your job and it's description, ma'am.

Set about taking what you need before the 'head doctor' arrives. We'll try and leave with the girl and the supplies. If he does show up, we'll punch him in the head and go.

"Get out of the way. I fought an angel and lived. What makes you think the SM Gerand to your right is going to stop me from rearranging your face into an Arkala Renz-Fasse?"

"If she dies, this will make you an accomplice to her murder. And I'll make sure your commitment to your job is... 'duly rewarded'."

>Threats
Can we not?
Look lady, I understand. We'll go elsewhere.
Remember this, though: If she dies, it's because of your inaction.
>Walk out, try to find some cloth and alcohol to make bandages and clean wounds.

>>613435
This. Getting into a fight or giving a lengthy speech will just waste time. (And if the head doctor is in on whatever the angels are up to, he might be more prepared for a fight when he gets here than we can deal with right now.)

There is no point to staying here if it does not help the woman. If you can't see a medkit you can quickly grab then we'd better go elsewhere in search of help.

"I spit on all you represent."

And then demonstratively spit within her workplace. Leave with the woman and try to find help elsewhere. You're not going to get any here.

Make a mental note to wreak retribution upon these hypocrites one day.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize this was the Fraternity of Useless Chickenshit Kowards' local Union Post. We'll just be leaving now, to look for an actual hospital."

Until the medical emergency is resolved, make no further mention of angels. Anyone asks you how the injuries occurred, give them a look like they're an idiot, ignore the question, and tell them what they should be doing to help.

Head back to the bar, which will by it's very nature be open late and supplied with clean rags and disinfectant. First priority in a situation like this is to stop the bleeding, next is cleaning and bandaging the wounds. That's how people die of otherwise-minor injuries in the absence of modern medical care: any break in the skin, especially if there's a foreign object in it (even tiny shreds of clothing) festers with opportunistic infections. Sterilize and bandage no more than an hour after the trauma, the chance of that goes way down.

After that you need to worry about stuff like shock and internal bleeding, which requires actual medical training to deal with. Put her somewhere quiet, warm, and safe, have somebody (possibly yourself) watching her, providing water and so on. THEN you can set up an appointment to have a proper screaming match with whoever shat on the Hippocratic Oath.

Orion 2015/01/04(Sun)20:14 No. 618151 ID: 0eaf76
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"You...You disgust me. If this woman dies, it's on your plate." You push against the door, shooting her a final glare of disgust. "Be careful out there. Saving a woman like that could get you killed." Before she has the chance to continue, you're out the door and back out on the streets. The woman tugs on your shirt collar, shaking her head. "B-Being attacked by an angel...it's...seen as you...being a sinner. Someone condemned by God...y-you're being unholy...helping me..." You squeeze her arms, shaking your head. "I don't care. I need to get you to safety." Frantically, you search around for any sort of bar, tavern, inn or even house that could offer assistance.

"Oye! Whaddya doin' out here?! It's dark, ye gotta get inside!" Turning, you spot a man waving an arm at you. "Ack! W-What happened ta her?! She looks rotten!" The woman rolls her eyes, or attempts to. "She was attacked by an Angel...please...can you help us? I've been rejected by the doctor here..." The man scratches his chin, sighing. "Eh, I...I dunno. My house ain't that big...I ain't got a lotta supplies, neither."

>>618151
Anything will help. Just gotta get her stable, for now.

Sir, this woman is hurt. Will you help her, or do I keep walking?

>>618153
This. He's still offering to help, there's no need to be rude.

>>618153
Yeah, I agree, we just need to stop her from dying, and being polite will help us. We might have enough time to scrape the bottom of the barrel for medical supplies.

This might be a trap, but seeing as how the clinic just revoked the entire Hippocratic oath because of a belief in angelic assassinations, you have a better chance with random strangers than regular civilization, given that the government is likely to execute you to keep this quiet.

Go with him. Do your best to keep the girl alive, and she'll likely become your squadmate; if you can see past the scars, she'll likely keep you close for the rest of her life for what you did for her.

Orion 2015/01/10(Sat)21:49 No. 619392 ID: 0eaf76
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Desperately, you take a step forward, clutching the woman with a secure grip. "Please, sir. Anything works. She just needs somewhere to stay..." He rubs his chin in thought. "Fine, but just this one time...come with me, quickly. We gotta get off the street...it ain't safe late at night." The man turned on his heels, rushing off down the street. You hop to following the stranger, hoping to save this woman. So many questions were still running through your head. Who was that girl back there who saved you? Who was the boy? Why were these angels even here? It all seems like something out of a fairy tale. It took no more than a few minutes to reach the stranger's home. It was a modest place, with only one floor, and a bit of a rustic feel. "Wait here in the kitchen while I fetchya some bandages and such. She'll need to be washed up right away, go grab a cloth from the sink and soak it in warm water. Quickly!" He hurried off, leaving you alone. Where are you going to put the woman? It's a bit too cluttered...and the sofa is pretty far away from the kitchen...

>>619392

Carry her to the couch and get the cloth once she's seated. Don't make her walk. Start cleaning her as best as you can so he can bandage her properly

Have her lie down on the floor (keep her head as far away from the clutter as you can) and then treat her face with hot water in a towel. Do not attempt to move her further, but move the clutter so that there's less chance of it falling on her.

Find a chair and put it in the kitchen for her to sit on. Bam, problem solved.

>>619392
If we cannot find any surfaces for her to comfortably lie or sit down on, try to make the floor comfortable, one or two pillows will do, which can be conveniently used for seats as well!

Also, Zeke, I'm sure you already know this, but helping her may or may not carry a risk, just know that you have to get prepared in your free time. You do NOT want to end up like this lady here.

When she is all fixed up and stable, we should ask her name.

if she isn't at risk of falling down go to the sofa, take the cushions off it and bring them back her and put them on the floor and lay her on top of it.

A chair in the kitchen seems reasonable, while we're treating her wounds. Stuff in kitchens tends to be easy to clean.

If we brought her to the couch, she'd be bleeding on the couch, and maybe the carpet, and who knows what else. No reason to cause problems with our already reluctant host.

Order of operations: start the hot water running, put a cloth in the sink under it, have her lean her back against the refrigerator and brace herself on the counter. If she seems like she's not going to immediately fall down, and your host isn't back with the bandages yet, fetch a chair. If it doesn't seem like she can stand on her own at all, or after she's safely in the chair, start using the wet cloth and put a new one under the water.

Objectives with the warm wet cloth are, first of all, clean her up enough to separate mess from actual injury, and then remove dirt from the wounds. Use a gentle in-and-out blotting motion as much as possible rather than lateral wiping or scrubbing to avoid spreading contaminants around, grinding them in deeper, or aggravating the actual injuries.

Also check that bottle on top of the fridge. Might be booze strong enough for disinfectant. Real antibiotics would be preferable, but use what you've got.

What everybody else has said, and

hooo, boy, was that scene calculated to make us mad, because BOY HOWDY DID IT EVER!

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Oh, right, there ARE chairs around the table, although only 2. You grab the nearest seat and drag it towards you, easing the woman into a sitting position. "NNgh..." She groans out, tensing up in pain. "I think...I think the brat hit my back too...I can't remember anything..." With a pained expression she holds her side, grimacing at the floor. In quick motions, you quickly gather necessary supplies. A dampened cloth with hot water, a bottle of alcohol from the top of the fridge, napkins and a glass of water. "Drink up," You urge, holding the rim of the cup to her lips. Tentatively, the woman sips it down. "Th-Thank you..." She utters.

"Don't thank me yet..." You clean up the blood from her face, wiping at the cuts, causing her to flinch with each stroke. "This is going to hurt, so please try and stay quiet..." You take a thick napkin and soak a small area in alcohol. Then, you begin to wipe away at the open wounds. "Hhshh..." She hisses under her breath, holding her tongue through the stinging burns. "I got a first aid kit." The man from before entered the kitchen with a stained, white box. Inside the kit were simple medical supplies for minor injuries. Bandages, cloth, disinfectant, syringes, a tourniquet and various bottles of medicine, including aspirin and antibiotics. It took no more than 10 minutes to fully patch up the woman, the only remaining trace of injury being the blood stains on her clothing.

"...I owe my life to you..." She whispered, clutching onto the seat of the chair. "Thank you..."

>>620755
Tell her you were being foolish and almost died yourself. Ask her if she has any idea why the angel attacked her. Did she do something to attract its attention? You heard they prey on sinners...

>I owe my life to you
you don't owe me a thing miss...

anyways see if you can't get her side of the story, see why she was attacked or if it was just some random act of violence and she just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Also thank the guy for actually helping you. It's good to know there are some people who aren't fucking monsters in this town.

You're welcome. You don't owe me anything, though.

Ah, hang on, let's not squander her debt. She definitely owes us a life debt, and that could be quite useful in the future.

Ask her name, and how you can contact her later if you need her help.

>>620755
She should thank the guy that owns this house. She would be a *lot* worse off if he wasn't so kind.

Tell her that she owes you a debt; you risked your life to save hers. You'd like her help; you likely have future encounters with angels to deal with. This should help prevent her from committing suicide.

Ask about who she is and what she could have done to get marked for death.

Well, if you owe me something, do something nice for someone else. Pay it forward, I guess. I'm getting corny, I'll stop.

>>620785
I hope we're not that kind of person, I personally don't think we should recruit murder survivors against their good conscience.

>>620776
We should also do this as well.

>>620785
Oh, interesting thought. If you actually think she's at risk of committing suicide, that might actually help. Though I might phrase it in a little less demanding of a way.

Also, yes, thank the guy. I'm a little hesitant to discuss why she was attacked, in front of him, in case he's like, "oh, great, what have I done" or something, but on the other hand, looking back, he didn't seem to raise any objections to the matter of the angel, specifically; just that he didn't have a lot to help with. Dunno; either way.

Memory loss means she might have a concussion, back pain could be spinal column damage, either of which would definitely be "needs a real doctor" problems.

Thank the man whose kitchen you borrowed, exchange contact information all around, consider ease of transport to other nearby hospitals. Don't mention angels next time.