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[Thread - Lana & Rude]

Who: Lana (

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What: speeding up the healing process
When: today
Where: clinic, first floor
Rating: PG13, for mental WTFage?

Rude had shaken his head slightly upon first seeing the woman's entry. She'd nearly died some time ago, and now she was complaining about lack of entertainment and coffee? The Turk vaguely wondered if Lana had always been that way, or if it was a side effect of having lived in Paradisa for any length of time. So far his stay hadn't seemed to have any effect on him, excluding upping the amount of weird shit he became accustomed to seeing in one day. That was the thing about working for someone like President Rufus - it got you used to adjusting. It was sort of an interesting thought, wondering at how other people got along.

Leaving a final brief reply to acknowledge that he had received her location, Rude picked up the knuckle gloves that housed his materia and made for the door. Normally, back home at least, he would have had them on at all times, but lately, having little or nothing to do, he'd began leaving them off. They were, however, always within reach. Rude briefly wished he could say the same for a pair of the sunglasses he always, always wore...but the castle had decided upon his arrival that those he could do without.

Reaching the end of the hall on the twentieth floor, Rude pressed the 'down' button and waited as the lift was called. It arrived in no time at all, and the fighter had to be grateful to whoever had put them in. Yes, he was used to extensive walks and could have just taken the stairs, but why go through more trouble than one had to?

The doors slid open on the ground floor of the castle and he stepped out, navigating to the clinic. Third door, she'd said.

Main entrance. One, two, three...

He knocked, before entering.

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Lana sat over her journal sipping on the coffee she'd finally managed to persuade her favorite ghost to bring her. It was glorious, hot, black, strong enough to fuel a jet. Perfect.

She had received it only minutes ago after having paused for a very long time in what was likely one position. When she'd seen Rude's comment on her journal she'd been filled immediately with a sort of intense aggravation. Did he INSIST on commenting on each of her journals that he could find something to criticize in? He didn't like her. He thought she was ridiculous and reckless and probably stupid. She GOT that, he didn't need to keep saying shit about it.
However, where the conversation had led had startled her into silence for at least ten minutes. Ten minutes at the minimum, actually. Rude had just offered to heal her. Offered with very little prompting. HELL she didn't even know he COULD before he said something to her about materia.

For now she sat sipping her coffee reviewing the odd conversation. It was almost hostile....but he was coming down to heal her. Was it a trick? Was he planning on harming her when he came? No...certainly not, he seemed very against harming people if it wasn't necessary. She tapped her fingers. Messing with her...he had to be messing with her.

She was deep in such thoughts when she heard the knock at her door. SHIT! Issin! She slammed the mug down and slid it away from her as the door opened, "IT'S TEA!" she said forcefully as she turned toward the door and cut off the very end of the word tea as she saw that the man walking in the door was not, in fact, her doctor. She stared at him for a moment then narrowed her eyes at him, confused. Who the hell was this? She scrutinized him and glanced him up and down. Large fellow. SOLID. Very nice looking...but that wasn't a surprise. Most of the people she'd met in Paradisa WERE at least fairly nice to look at. Even Magnius was terribly sexy in his own way.
After she'd sized him up quickly her eyes returned to his. They flashed in a way that was almost challenging him to prove he was supposed to be there. She didn't know who this man was. Why was he here?

He was, mildly, surprised at the woman's first reaction upon his entering the room. The mug that had been set aside, then, surely held the drink she had earlier mentioned being denied. Rude was amused also when, immediately after declaring her innocence, Lana gave him the once over. He again briefly wished he was wearing his sunglasses. It was easier, in his opinion at least, to hold some sort of upper hand in any situation when the other person couldn't see your eyes, couldn't tell just that much more what was going on in your head. But that was alright. Rude wasn't the type to divulge unnecessary information anyway.

"It's Rude." the Turk stated simply. He could have just walked over and started healing her, gotten the process over with, but then she might have started throwing a fit before he was able to, and he really didn't feel like explaining his presence to the doctors and the rest of the staff.

He took a step further into the room and raised his right hand, turning the back toward her and displaying the materia encased within the glove.

"Cure 2. It should suffice, especially if you received previous healing."

While Rude was one to always be pretty stoic Lana positively wore her emotions on her sleeve unless she was consciously avoiding doing so. She had a very animated manner about her. Everything from her posture to her expression tended to scream exactly what she was feeling when she didn't mind people knowing. This was one of those instances where it didn't particularly matter to her whether or not the man knew that she was honestly pretty shocked at his identity.
Her eyes widened slightly and she turned her head just a little as well as sitting up straighter in her surprise. After her initial surprise her eyebrows lowered a little. What the HELL?! He'd actually showed up? No shit.

"Oh." she said simply after a moment of hesitation.

It was really the only reaction she could think of. He didn't look anything like she'd pictured him. He was a lot younger and better looking than she'd imagined. He was also a lot larger with a lot less hair than she'd expected as well.

Her puzzled expression disappeared when she saw the materia. Her eyes lit up a little bit and a little smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She loved materia. It fascinated her. It was beautiful and powerful and she had NO idea how it was used. This actually rather excited her. She would get to see materia in action for the first time. What did she need to do? Did she just sit there? Did he need to be able to see the wounds to fix them? should she just tell him the general area that they were located?

She tilted her head at him, breaking her eyes from the materia, "Do...I need to do anything?" she asked hesitantly.

Rude almost smiled at her reaction to seeing the materia. Honestly, when first being introduced to the substance, who hadn't been a little amazed? Watching the stuff actually go to work was even better, and the orb of Restore was the only power he had that wouldn't make any wounds on a regular person worse.

Figuring that, as she now knew who he was and wasn't protesting his presence, getting close enough to actually do what he came to would be alright now, Rude walked over to a position only about half a foot from Lana's bed.

"It depends on where you were injured, specifically. It would be better if you lay, or sat, so that area could be reached directly."

It was all basics, really, and the Turk almost felt silly repeating things that he had been told in the beginning of training, but he easily reminded himself that Lana was from an entirely different world. It was almost enough to make him ask if her place had any kind of magic at all, or just hospitals...Maybe he would, later. It couldn't hurt, and Lana likely still thought of him as nothing but an ignorant asshole Which he could be, the asshole part at least, but the job wasn't involved and therefore Rude didn't feel the need.

Besides, contrary to what some people may have believed, not all those who were fighters and often made their way through most situations with brute force were stupid. Rude liked learning things a great deal, even information such as that about other worlds that would likely serve him no purpose.

Lana didn't withdraw or even look the least bit suspicious as Rude approached her. She didn't necessarily trust him but she just didn't see the point in reacting at all negatively. Even if he did try to damage her, what was she gonna do? Throw the bowl sitting next to her that had once contained Jello? Right.

She watched him for an answer with interest. So the area could be reached directly? Ah so she needed to get the bandages off. Lana nodded and pulled up the bottom of her shirt, folding it carefully over anything that may embarrass her and thanking whatever was around to thank that it was just her lower torso that had damage anymore. There was a small bit of damage on her upper back but those had been mostly healed since they'd been the ones that effected her breathing. They were just scratches now.

She examined the bandages, looking around them and feeling them. What the hell... oh you gotta be kidding. she thought to herself. Isshin had bound her so she couldn't find the ends of the bandage this time. To much self unraveling. He didn't like it when she tended her own wounds but dammit, Lana was independent and she liked to. "Oh you clever little..." she mumbled to herself then with little warning her top half dropped over the bed and she shuffled around until she produced a pocket knife. When she opened it it produced a rather wicked looking curved blade. She kept it with her most of the time that she had pockets. It had been her dad's and it came in pretty handy.
She sat up very straight and pulled out the top of her bandages. With a careful swipe she sliced a long cut down to the base of the wrap that covered her stomach and pulled it away, setting it to the side. The bandages being pulled away revealed no less than 18 nasty looking puncture wounds boring into her flesh. From the looks of them it was kind of startling that she was able to sit up, much less cruise around her room as she had been for the past couple of days but Lana was far too stubborn to let pain defeat her... at least not for a while. She would get tired quickly when she walked around so she hadn't actually done it too terribly often. Sitting up was easy though.

She then lay back as Rude had requested before and looked up at him curiously, expectantly almost. Was that all he needed from her? Her eyes flicked to the materia for a moment then back up to Rude's eyes.

When Lana had nodded Rude was sure she'd understood. He'd been concise, but clear, after all, hadn't he? When she raised her shirt, he could even understand that. The doctor who's care she had been under most recently would have needed, expected even, for her to do the same thing. It was when Lana started the whole messing with the bandages thing that the Turk realized he'd made a mistake.

He raised his hands, to stop her from making anything worse, when she suddenly leaned over the side of the hospital bed and brought back up something small. Rude raised an eyebrow as the pocket knife was flipped out, and nearly moved again when she began to cut down. As Lana pulled the protective coverings away, however, he resorted to something resembling a 'facepalm'.

He had to admit though - it was sort of amusing. Amusing enough anyway to draw a small smile and even a chuckle out of the big man.

Turning back to meet Lana's look, Rude shook his head slightly. It hadn't been necessary, no, but if it wasn't hurting her, then there wasn't a problem.

"Didn't need that much help, but thanks." he said in a way that could almost be called 'quiet', if it weren't a usual tone for him.

Raising his hands, Rude concentrated his mind on the materia and exactly what he wanted it to do - restore. He wasn't sure...but it may have taken a second or two longer to react than it might have back home. Understandable, of course, and as long as it was just as effective...

A faint light glowed around the orb, and shined gradually brighter as a corresponding light began to appear where Lana's wounds were. It stayed lit for a few moments, as the markings (and likely the pain) in the area lessend, and soon were next to nothing at all but faint scars.

As the light extinguished itself, Rude lowered his hands, and took a step back.

Lana could not describe her shock when Rude smiled and chuckled softly. This time, however, her face remained completely composed, displaying only the questioning expression that had been there before. Until it happened Lana would not have been able to imagine Rude smiling and she certainly wouldn't have been able to imagine him laughing.

Her face fell very slightly when he indicated she'd misunderstood what he needed her to do but oh well. Really nothing she could do about it. She didn't have the chance to really say anything even if she'd wanted to, however, as Rude raised his hands toward her.

Lana wasn't sure what she'd expected as the healing began but as the materia began to gleam she breathed in sharply, surprised. The materia always glowed softly but this was different. It was a strange unnatural light. Beautiful.

She was too distracted by it to really notice the pain lessening until it faded. Lana had a startled look on her face. She stared at Rude for a moment then sat up and looked down at her stomach. It was smooth and unmarred just as it had always been before the attack. Lana's eyes widened and she pressed her finger against her stomach where one of the punctures had been.

She looked up at Rude with a mix of fascination and disbelief. She had been expecting to be healed but there was something remarkably different about knowing it was going to happen and seeing it actually occur. This sort of thing didn't happen in her world. She'd seen something sort of similar once when a little boy had healed Whitney's horse but that had been different. No light show...and it had been internal and almost even an accident. If Rude had been curious whether or not healings occured magically in her world or not the expression on her face would have certainly been enough to tell him that they most certainly didn't.

Lana wasn't sure what to say. She just sat there numbly for a moment before she found her voice and even when she'd found it the most she could manage was a quiet, slightly breathless,

Her reactions were, more or less, what he'd been expecting. Not to mention they were quieter than certain others who had seen his world's magic go to work, and for that Rude was grateful. He nodded a bit and, garnered from the surprise, that her world definitely didn't have anything like magic.

"Move slowly at first." he instructed and, after a moment of remembering his earlier mistake, grudgingly clarified. "Your body is healed, but your mind may not have caught up with it. Sometimes it just takes a bit...to get through."

Compared how he used to be about talking at all, even with fellow Turks Reno and Elena around, Rude might have said that he was doing fairly well with this whole 'social conversation' bit. Especially considering that it wasn't even someone very familiar that he was speaking to.

"Your world..." he started, still curious. "Just doctors, then? Just medicine?" Of course, if he just left the inquiry hanging like that, it was as if he hadn't been paying attention, which irked him.

Too bad he didn't have just a visual on him he could have used instead.

"No potions?"

And that would have to be enough. Rude simply wasn't one for talking.

Lana stopped all motion the moment he told her to move slowly. She Froze in her half sat up position for a few moments then slowly eased herself the rest of the way up and leaned back against the backrest of pillows she'd made for herself earlier when perusing the journal.

She folded her legs up to sit indian style and after lacing her fingers together and setting her hands in her lap stopped moving completely. The man had to know what he was talking about. Move slowly? Sure thing. She had no reason to not do as he said.

Lana had to admit she was pretty startled when he didn't just turn and walk out of the room but actually spoke to her conversationally about her own world. Most of the shock managed to stay off of her face but she didn't quite catch her puzzled expression soon enough and puzzlement shaded her face for a moment. Did he not realize who she was? She was Lana Lang. The girl who 'mothered' the remnant boys. The girl who he was constantly bickering with over the journals over all sorts of random things, many of which didn't matter.

She blinked at him dully for a moment before she put on an 'alright, I guess there's no harm in it' expression and shook her head, "Nothing like that, anyway. Just doctors, regular run of the mill medicine. There are some...strange phenomena and I know for certain there at least used to be magic in my world but... There are very few people who even believe in that sort of thing." She smiled a little, "Hell, I probably wouldn't have either when I was still there if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes."

She glanced to the side as if she was looking at Paradisa in general. This place, however, would have forced it on her. DID force it on her. It was quite the ...culture shock of sorts coming here.

Well, she taking his advice, hadn't thrown him out of the room immediately after the healing, and only delievered one mild 'what the hell are you on look before answering his question. When she wasn't defending the remnant pains in the ass, Lana wasn't all that bad.

So far, anyway. Rude knew better than to form a permanent opinion after one meeting. He might never have much of an opinion at all. As 'interesting' as this place could be, and as much as he hated the paperwork, home was home.

Rude nodded slighty and made a sort of an 'Mm.' sound to show he had heard.

"It was stranger then, coming here, for people like you."

Not so much a question as it was a simple statement, and Rude was already moving toward the door as he said it. He wouldn't have minded listening more, but he'd done enough of the social thing for awhile. And besides, he was pretty sure he had already shocked the woman enough for one day.

He gave a short wave, and began to close the door on his way out.

Lana watched for an expression from Rude, the slightest change in the way he presented himself. Lana was good with people who didn't talk much usually. She was very good at reading peoples' body language and working with that but Rude didn't really give her anything to work with.

The most she got was that nod. She'd gotten a couple smiles, though very small, since his arrival and for some reason felt like that should give her a sense of some serious accomplishment.

She nodded silently to his statement and watched him as he began to leave. That was more like it. She was starting to get a little weirded out, like the castle had taken away his poor social skills or something.

As the door shut Lana finally piped up, "Rude.." she called to him then paused. She then gave him a short nod before she gave him a very genuine, "thanks," and a smile. She gave him a last short look before reaching for her journal. Maybe Rude wasn't so bad.

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