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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.

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NAME: ~~Tezcatlipoca~~David Suchil
LOCATION: 12 Steps Down
INJURY: gunshot wound(s)
CALL TRANSCRIPT:
[ Loud, disjointed, and angry screaming in the background. Unable to transcribe. ]

—n the fucking call, calm the fuck down, dickhead!

Yeah, picked up, so, hey, so. It's 12 Steps Down again. ...Actually, wait, this a new number? Whatever. Long as you send someone, don't give a shit.

Had a whole situation go down at closin' time where some asshole didn't want to get cut off. I cut him off. Got into an argument because I want to go the fuck to sleep. One thing leads to another, he pulls a gun, I pull my gun, and, y'know.

He's not gonna die, but he's got a nice slug in his leg, so can ya come haul his drunk ass outta here and take care of that? Thanks.

Oh, yeah. Guess he shot me too, but it's only grazing. No big.

( the call is listened to with a glazed look forward, ignoring the titters of his coworkers over his shoulder. whatever. someone's hurt, and whether this is david suchil's first call or his twentieth, he'll be there to help.

time to get to work. )

Alright, back up, give us some room. ( dropping from the passenger's seat of the ambulance, kaladin's voice projects over the din outside of 12 steps down. it's a clogged street; bleary-eyed civilians indecisively loiter, smoking and gossiping. lights wheel in their red and blue cases, strobing down the block, making his shadow move in what seems like slow motion as he approaches the front of the building.

silhouetted by them as he ducks through the entrance, kaladin seeks two men—and finds one howling noisily on the ground by the bar counter.

"great, here we fuckin' go, dave... 'medics are gonna cart me off to the hospital, man, and then it's onto the fuckin' station for me, bro. they're gonna book me this time, seriously, and i can't go to jail, dude. i'll lose custody of my kid again, and the ex-wife's gonna bankrupt me with the fuckin' alimony checks. i put that on your conscience, dave, and all 'cause you misconstrued or, like... misconstrued my wholesome intentions or whatever, man. all i wanted was a beer, and i seriously thought you wanted to see my piece, dave, 'cause it's, like, custom... but the gun isn't even mine, bro, if we're being honest with each other right now..."

the better part of his slurring rant is ignored. blood loss and excessive drinking have kaladin crouching beside him in a hurry. )

What happens to you after we fix that leg up and get you in a cot downtown isn't my problem.

Which one of you is the proprietor—

( "he shot me, man. no cap, right in the femur. shot me in cold blood, like a psycho. he's got psycho eyes, for real... )

—David Suchil. You make the call?

[ Tezcatlipoca leans on the bar casually as he watches all of this take place. His victim’s ranting is something he seems totally unbothered by, and in fact, once the paramedic arrives? He turns around to his bar and grabs a bottle of dark tequila and pours a small glass. For himself, naturally, as he just casually watches the process.

It all gives an air of someone who is very used to this, which is all the more likely to make Kaladin sigh in exasperation, because the wound that he’d mentioned is visible. A red patch of blood darkens one of his sleeves, so clearly, that’s where he’d gotten grazed. ]

Yep, that’s me. You’re a new guy. They get tired of sending people down here?

[ Almost certainly, yes. He laughs as he takes a drink, then leans more casually on the bar as he relaxes. It’s all taken care of now, at least so far as he cares. ]

Was just gonna get him with bat as usual, but, nah, pulled a gun. Too bad for you, man.

[ He says, looking at the guy mockingly… ]

Not tired enough, apparently, ( says kaladin, swinging his bag onto the floor near where he crouches to get a better look at the patient. ) You're getting popular at central. I just started last week, and they were adamant about sending me here—

Sir, I need you to stay still so I can help you out, okay? I'm Cal, and I'm going to take a better look at this. Can you tell me your name and how old you are? ( purple nitrile gloves are pulled onto spreading fingers, and after a quick tourniquet, a pair of scissors is produced to cut at the drunk's pant leg.

as david explained on the phone, the wound is non-fatal. the femoral artery is untouched—he manually rotates the thigh at the knee with a squeeze that gets a displeased groan out of his patient—and the bullet's safely lodged in the muscle. deep tissue damage comes with a possibility of chronic pain, but that's for the hospital to decide. he's no longer the surgeon; he's the medic.

kaladin occasionally glances at david to ensure he's doing as well as he sounds like he is. when he finally notices the liquor bottle, the expected exasperated sigh almost explodes out of him. )

If this was in self-defence, no comment, but—Hwan, I know it hurts, but if you don't stay still, I'm getting the straps—you shouldn't be drinking with a wound like that, David, however small you may think it is. The situation deserves a little more gravity, wouldn't you say?

NAME: [ Dummy name, he picked this one up from the crimelords hee hee: ] Oyabun
LOCATION: Kichijoji Sun Road
INJURY: Possible death; they seem to be bleeding out from multiple stab wounds
CALL TRANSCRIPT: Might want to hurry, big hero.

[ When Kaladin arrives, there will be no victim. At the intersection, "Calvin" will only find after an exhaustive search: a card with no information, but there is a neatly printed eye on it. 3 guesses, first two don't count. ]

( "what do you think, boys? think they got up and moved off? tried to get some help?"

"there's no blood, wu. multiple stab wounds... i don't know. we'd see some around. unless our tipper got the address mixed up."

"alright... we keep searching the area. masa, take north. rookie, east. i'll take south and the west alley. meet back at the bus in ten; we're stretched thin as it is. got it?"

"got it. rookie? wero. hey, cal—" )

Yeah, ( kaladin answers. an eye, printed on a small rectangle of card stock, bends at its corners and creases at its centre. he considers, as his partners mobilize, crushing it until it's more garbage for the street. one violet speck, worthless among many.

instead, he slips it into his jacket pocket. )

I got it.

NAME: Hierax
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.

— so yeah, the SAT's here. If one of the kids get shot, you better fix them up. Thanks!

NAME: Nathan Leung
LOCATION: Back alley of Momento Mori (bar)
INJURY: Gunshot wound? Knife wounds. Someone really brought a knife to a gun fight. Also blunt force injuries.
CALL TRANSCRIPT: [Fussy muttering before the call starts picking words up. They're a bit...it's like the words are slurred. Is the caller drunk???] -sir please stay down, you're bleeding- oh yes, hello, I hope this's th'right number. Erm. Us'lly fights don't get...this bad. I work here 's a guard, I tol' them to take it outside but then they jus'...well. I had to...step in. Um. When people bleed th's much it's bad. M'nager said to call. Th's number? Sir please, I'm- y'need to keep pressure on it.

An. An expert sh'ld take a look. M'not the best at. Human health. Wait I mean no'mal health for normal-

CALL ENDED

( swat. opp. sat. vr. doxxed. cod 2000.

)

—so point that at him again, and you'll wish you hadn't, ( promises kaladin, muffled by entryway doors. he's flanked by his two partners holding duffels. ) Where are the kids?

( "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 shields—overkill 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?

( wu parks them at momento mori's entrance and joins masa in turning to look at him. his partners are worried about him, kaladin knows that. he's been tired and unhappy, and it shows. to pacify them, he agrees to lean between their seats in the cab of the ambulance to do one final run-through of the call.

they're crucial seconds wisely spent preparing for the scene outside.

afterward, they meet and form a triangle outside, then enter the alley as a more cohesive unit. )

Got a call for a firefight down here; we're the Emergency Medical Services team from Neo Tokyo Central Hospital. My name is Cal, ( he greets the most visibly wounded first but checks all present parties for injuries with a sweeping look. ) These are my partners, Wu and Masa. We'll get a good look at you and then give you a ride downtown, okay?

( wu and masa split once introduced, surveying the scene for danger. the cops will arrive shortly, too, able to hear distant sirens... it's about to get crowded. )

Who's the caller? Want to break this down for me? Who's hurt and where?

[ Tezcatlipoca smirks and scoffs when he’s called “popular”. He looks quite pleased with himself, and, well. He is. It’s not intentional, exactly, but it’s a satisfying thing to hear to the god of conflict, naturally. He’s fully aware that it might be his very presence that subconsciously pushes this bar to be more chaotic, but… It wasn’t exactly an upstanding establishment before. It’s why this feels fitting for him.

Beyond the scoff, he just watches with interest as Kaladin works, though. It’s not overly invested, just casually curious at his work, which is why he looks surprised when the conversation turns back to him. ]

What? Fuck no. [ Immediate dismissal… ] They sent you down here ‘cuz it happens all the time.

[ He waves a hand dismissively to match, then takes another satisfied drink while he pulls up the seat behind the counter to rest his feet some. ]

Look, this is better than last time. There use to be a fishtank in here until someone got shoved into it. You ever see someone slip on a fish and bash their head open? That was a new one for me too. Guess that was probably the last straw, which is why they're sendin' new blood my way.

["Cal" might recognize Dan Heng, since they totally would have met in person by now (getting that message next shhhh) except he's distinctly more "normal" looking; no horns, no scales and most importantly, no mermaid costume this time (thank the stars...). Even his eyes are more of a darker grey-blue than the bright teal from before.

They're also...rather dazed looking. The young man looks up at them, blinking, and recognition seeming to register after a moment. For Kaladin or the almost military-like formation, who knows. As for the question of who the caller is...] Tha-That's me. Nathann...L...Leung, ssir...

These two got in...a figh'...this'ne needs mos' help. [He's kneeling on the ground, what looks like a black vest pressed over a wound on the abdomen of an unconscious man on the ground. Gunshot wound. "Nathan" will then go on to point out the other guy, pissed and yelling at anyone who talks to him, knife wound in his leg, leaned against the alley wall. He mentions how there were more involved but ran when it got really serious.

....it's also probably worth mentioning there's a nasty gash oozing blood on "Nathan"'s head. It's probably why his speech sounds so clumsy. He doesn't point out his own injuries. ....also there's a knife jutting out of his shoulder he seems to not be paying attention to?? His work uniform is all black, so the blood may have been more difficult to notice.]

I...I've done wha' I can, he's...m'sorry I couldn' stop them sooner.

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[ 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.

( immediately dismissed... kaladin receives a consoling pat on the shoulder from his patient while he prepares a tourniquet. applying it to the leg hurts—a lot—which inspires hwan to stop chatting with them and start shouting at them. )

No, ( he grunts with the effort. ) I've never seen someone "slip on a fish and bash their head open," but I'm not surprised you have. I'd blame shock setting in for how relaxed you are, David, but you're talking—for better or worse.

( he cinches it tighter for good luck, earning another distressed cry. )

Worse. Definitely worse. ( while he doesn't smile, kaladin looks sportively in david's direction. ) My partners are going to take Hwan off your hands—Wu, Masa, can you two get him into the ambulance? I'll take care of this one.

( two paramedics navigating a stretcher through the entranceway's doors quit bickering long enough to give him crisp affirmatives. it's maybe a minute or two of careful hauling to get hwan up and onto the stretcher before being jacked up to hip height and rolled out of the bar. kaladin watches part of the process before side-stepping a puddle of blood to approach david.

bloody gloves are politely peeled off from a point on the wrist. they're turned inside out, and one is balled up and enveloped inside the other, all fluids kept from touching david's counter when he leans down onto it. )

Do you want me to take care of you? Because I'll tell you something you should already know: Alcohol thins the blood and slows the healing process. Why don't you put that down and come around here?

[ Tezcatlipoca watches them all go with a neutral expression, but as Hwan actually starts to head out, he gives David another set of colorful curses for the trouble. It’s something he takes in stride, of course. He just tosses him a toothy grin, a laugh, and a middle finger. ]

Yeah, come back when you’re better. We’ll kiss and make up, asshole.

[ Truly… A mystery why fights keep breaking out here…

But as Kaladin’s attention turns back to him, he’s surprised again. He shouldn’t be, since it’s not like he’s ever denied the medical assistance from other paramedics, but once he waves them off once, they tend to decide he’s more trouble than he’s worth. Rather accurately. ]

You’re stickin’ around?

[ Tezcatlipoca looks at his glass, considering whether to accept his offer or just go with his “home remedy” here and get it stitched up back at base, but… It ends up being a whimsical decision. He takes another quick drink just for the principle of it, but most of the drink is still there. He’s not trying to down it just for the sake of being contrary. ]

—Yeah, yeah, fine… Probably quicker with you. [ He steps around the bar as directed without complaint, at least. And now that it’s just the two of them— ] You’re Kaladin, right? Our new basketball star?

[ So, he does recognize him from the profiles, but. He also has to express that in the stupidest way… ]

( 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.

( "you shouldn't come back here ever, man," masa says quietly as wu opens the doors for the stretcher. "seriously, this one time—"

kaladin ignores the story that grows fainter with distance. something about the number of calls made by david in the last month, and about "highball glass shards" winding up places they shouldn't be. no, kaladin just watches tezcatlipoca come around from behind his bar counter to meet him, then frowns.

another one of his LILITH teammates? long blond hair, pale complexion, big sunglasses. now that he thinks about it— )

Oh, it's you.

( a deeply unenthusiastic response to one of two gods he shared an intense philosophical discussion with. he felt a little vulnerable and spilled his storming guts on a public forum. to someone who could've been a fake... how embarrassing...

turning his face away, kaladin considers leaving. there's an open wound to be patched up, however, which keeps him rooted. )

Meeting you in person has really killed the mystique. I thought you'd seem more regal or something.

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[ The unenthusiastic response is the better of the two, as it turns out. Tezcatlipoca laughs a little and smirks, since being met with a less than thrilled introduction? That’s fine with him. He’s a god of conflict, so naturally he doesn’t mind that!

…The immediate diss, though. That’s a different story! ]

—Huh? Why do people always say that? I’m regal as fuck, asshole.

[ Like, look at him! ]

What, you expect me to be decked out in my regalia all the time? That's a real pain the ass. Especially if we're supposed to be incognito.

( withdrawing a square of sterile gauze, kaladin reaches with both hands and takes tezcatlipoca by the wounded arm. )

"I'm regal as fuck, asshole"? ( quoted matter-of-factly, widening the hole in tezcatlipoca's shirt from the bullet so he can get at the damaged flesh. ) It's not your regalia that's the problem; it's the way you talk and act.

( holding him steady beneath the bicep, the gauze is applied with the sustained pressure of his palm. now they have to stand here like this for... a while... )

Gods aren't supposed to bleed everywhere, either.

[ He’s feeling such intense déjà vu in this moment that he’s almost impressed… But more than that, his expression twists up somewhere in between being offended and being bewildered. Like, sure, Kaladin doesn’t have any knowledge about the kind of god he is, clearly, but… Still! What happened to humans fear and respecting gods, huh?

(In truth, he prefers this.) ]

I swear… What is it about savin’ the world or whatever that makes people forget their damn manners? You’ve got zero respect!

[ He scoffs, but clearly, he’s not all that bothered. He has an impulse to pull out his gun and shoot him on principle (or maybe just seeing where that déjà vu could take him), but getting patched up wins out over that. He at least doesn’t fight or complain about Kaladin’s treatment, and rather, he acquiesces to the touch fairly easily. ]

—And hey, ain’t my fault I have to make myself a human body to come visit. Would say this is more human bodies just bleeding a hell of a lot, not me.

NAME: _{[ a fake, totally not suspicious name ]} Tony Francisco.
LOCATION: Outside LILICO Game Center.
INJURY: Multiple blows to the body, the head, broken bones.
CALL TRANSCRIPT: _{[ lacking any amount of sympathy or remorse: ]} Think I killed a guy. ... _Sorry.

( this time, kaladin goes alone. his partners flag him down to question where he's hurrying off to, and he only calls back that a friend needs him, leaving them to wonder to each other in quiet voices in the hall of the hospital.

he doesn't arrive in an ambulance, but in an automated cab, grimly certain that if the man injured is still alive, kaladin can confidently treat him on-site.

once he exits and steps into the shadow of the LILICO game centre out of sight from the loitering public, he considers another possibility: if the man injured is still alive, he won't be for long. that's the scene he comes up to quickly, jaw stiff. )

Tony? ( kaladin calls, knowing whoever called him on his emergency line is one of LILITH's—a comrade. regardless of that fact, the hand that isn't holding a large tactical trauma kit is kept down at his side. held inches out from his thigh, ready. ) I'm going to approach, and as I do, I'd like you to move away from the man you hurt.

_{[ fffs, Tony…
But this guy certainly doesn’t look like a Tony. He’s Japanese. He may not be as tall as Kaladin but he’s definitely obscenely broad. He looks like just the type to murder someone— with sharp green eyes and even a scar on his mouth that he got along time ago. His physique was godly.

He gives Kaladin space, crossing his arms. ]}

Before you lecture me, it was out of self defense. He’s lucky I even cared to call someone.

I'm not going to lecture you. ( explained when he's at the body's side, readying his kit while reaching to feel for a pulse.

a moment passes, two, but the skin only gets colder. kaladin closes his eyes. )

But calling a man who's dead "lucky"... What happened?

Whoops.

_{[ DON'T JUST "WHOOPS" ... anyway, Toji is just.. really strong, so.. you'd think by now he would recognize his own strength. ]}

Look, he started it. He assaulted me because he saw me win at pachinko. I never win at pachinko. Like hell I was gonna share anything. If people take one look at me and think they can win in a fight against me, they must be blind.

So, it was over a game. And you're too stupid to modulate your strength against a civilian.

( resting an elbow on his knee, he accesses his implant. )

Get out of here.

NAME: Hunter
LOCATION: Egypt
INJURY: Civilian who got bitten by a croc kaiju!!! and is bleeding out

Hunter send me your location
I'll be there as soon as I can

( The only texts that are sent before Kaladin is mobilizing from one of the fringe cities. His Stormlight is running low, but it should last him another day or two with strict rationing. Flight into the desert for an emergency is a mandatory expenditure.

He's there in minutes. Too long by his reckoning, but faster than anyone could've arrived on foot.

Landing next to the civilian who's losing consciousness, he's on his knees before them in the sand. Kaladin glances up at Hunter while unzipping his medikit. ) How long ago did this happen? Have you done anything for them?

[ when he reaches the scene, he'll find hunter down in the sand too, with his cape ripped apart. it's been used as a makeshift tourniquet and makeshift bandages, and it's already soaked with blood... but no more is seeping through. hunter is holding pressure on one of the wounds. it seems like he knows basic first aid ]

I called as soon as I found him -- he couldn't tell me how long it's been, but I think it's fresh. I just... I tried to stop the bleeding.

[ he looks up at kaladin mcgiant with slightly widened eyes ]

He's stable... for now. But I don't have healing magic, I can't....

[ hunter feels a little useless, essentially ]

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