SYNFLUX / [AMBULANCE SIREN]

[gyve]

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.

EXAMPLE
<font face=courier><b>NAME:</b></font> your character's name <font face=courier><b>LOCATION:</b></font> where your character is at the time of the call <font face=courier><b>INJURY:</b></font> can be as detailed (or not) as you want <font face=courier><b>CALL TRANSCRIPT:</b></font> here's where you add the call/text, but if you want a custom starter, you can delete this section! whatever's funniest for you!
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[redsoil]

[ ok he literally rattled off all those slang terms JUST because he could, NOT because they're part of his lexicon. it's like an unhip parent trying to jive (gyve??) with the kids.

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 — 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.

[gyve]

( likewise, cal performs a search of his own. he whispers to his implant beneath his breath as hierax—set, god of war—speaks to him about the children. red hair, pale, thick eye makeup. bedazzled.

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 stressed—more than he already is.