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SYNFLUX / [AMBULANCE SIREN]
119 EMERGENCY
LICENSE #CW001173881
Calvin Wero is a paramedic for Neo Tokyo Central Hospital. If you or someone you know is experiencing a medical emergency, please take a moment to fill out the form below, and you will be looked after in sequence. First come, first served.
Current response time: 25 min.
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cw casual depiction of SWATTING......
LOCATION: Lilico Game Center
INJURY: Potential.
CALL TRANSCRIPT: Hey, what's up? This is a pre-emptive call 'cause I think this kid's about to SWAT his opp.
HEY I SAID WATCH IT WITH THE LANGUAGE, TOMMY. YOU CAN DESTROY A RIVAL WITHOUT RESORTING TO CUSSING OR "GETTING DADDY TO DO IT FOR YOU".
Yeah, so. The kid I'm watching is a sore loser with no family history of discipline, so this is going to be hilarious AND terrifying for him. He's calling SAT on his opp, who happens to be a long-time VR rival of his. He's been on a month-long loss streak to someone called 'NEXTDOORNIGHTMAREXO' and thinks he's just doxxed them.
It took me five minutes to realize that 'NEXTDOORNIGHTMAREXO' is his kid sister who's been messing with him because he ripped her doll apart like two years ago after losing a COD 2000 match. I told her to knock it off, but the two of them are rich little sociopaths who don't play nicely with anyone, let alone their own family. I'm letting the armed forces put the fear of Gods into them for a while.
GINGER, REMEMBER WHAT I TAUGHT YOU. HANDS UP, LIMBS WIDE. DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK YOU LITTLE BRAT AND DON'T CRY, I TOLD YOU THAT ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES.
TOMMY, MONEY WILL NOT BAIL YOU OUT IF YOU TRY TO FIGHT THE ARMORED WOMAN. I WILL TAKE YOUR TRUST FUND AS MY WINNINGS IF YOU GAMBLE ON YOUR SKINNY TWEEN ARMS DOING ANY DAMAGE TO THE WOMAN WITH THE GUN.
β so yeah, the SAT's here. If one of the kids get shot, you better fix them up. Thanks!
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( "they're hardly kids, jackass; you should hear the shit coming out of their mouths in there. if they've got injuries, that's on them."
"they threatened me," a female voice says from beyond a black visored helmet.
"hear that? they threatened marie. even their own nanny called 'em psychos. my advice is to get in there, take a look at the boo-boos, then get out and let us do our jobs."
wu and masa encourage cal to go in without them, masa passing him his duffel with a parting slap on the back. the whispered explanation is that they'd prefer to keep the police officers outside engaged while cal deals with the kids. they're accustomed to these scenes, and he trusts them; they've been here a lot longer than he has.
focus now undivided, cal shoves through the gaggle of men and women with assault rifles and riot shieldsβoverkill for a couple of argumentative siblings. )
Hi, I'm Cal. I got an emergency call from this location about a potential injury. Who called? You? ( indicating hierax with a point, the eldest of the three characters still standing with their hands up and their legs spread. ) That makes you two Ginger and Tommy, right? Is anyone hurt?
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With his hands in the air, Set wears a benignly smug little expression. Akin to a cat that's been deeply satisfied by something, and is about to be insufferable for the rest of the day. Alongside him, two kids β the elder, a boy around sixteen and the younger, a girl around twelve, have their hands up as well. They're at the point where they're just sniffling quietly, adrenaline and terror finally having shattered their egotistical little minds. The moment they'd realized their "nanny" ( previously a family associate from extensive parties ) wasn't going to save them, they'd lost it.
With his hair in a high tail, gleaming golden earrings and a smart little jumpsuit on, Set looks the part of an expensive companion, moreso than a proper nanny. He beams, feline, while the dark irises of his eyes contract into thin lines. Attentive as fuck, toward the lingering tactical team. ]
Hello, Cal. I am Hierax, [ the sharp flick of his eyes ought to be identifiable by now, as the gesture of someone swiping through an optical feed; seeking any filework on "Cal" as a member of LILITH's squadron of Outsiders. ah. user name @/shash, this is that gentleman upset about his height from so long ago. ] Tommy's nose is bleeding.
[ sure enough, tommy gives a sniff, his nostrils and lower chin a mess of red ]
He took a swing at one of the lovely officials when they tried to put him on his knees, so they put him on his face. Ginger and I are fine. Thankfully, they were amenable to de-escalation. These specific children are very stupid and impulsive, after all.
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it doesn't matter at present, not when someone needs his help. although it's only a nosebleed, complications can arise from a hard strike to the face. so, walking past hierax and ginger, cal immediately sees to tommy, who looks reluctant to accept aid. )
"Stupid and impulsive," huh? ( he instructs tommy to lean forward, pinch the soft tissue of his nose, and wait while breathing normally. in a few minutes, it should stop. during this time, cal commands the much smaller boy to obey while he looks at his pupils. ) ... There's a possibility he's concussed. This should end in a hospital visit... I can take him, if you want to meet us there.
Think they'd let the kids go? ( cal asks hierax, hand on tommy's shoulder getting roughly shrugged off.
he can't blame him for his dislike of authority. kaladin was never spoiled, but he was nowhere close to being the model child his parents wanted him to be. and this whole situation speaks to him of parental neglect. )
My partners know this city better than I do. They might be able to persuade them to take it easy. I don't want Tommy to become dizzy or stressedβmore than he already is.