1st Drift ~ Video

[oldmanstriker]

When the Admiral told me the deal, he really undersold this place.

[There's a rough-sounding, Australian-accented voice coming from your network, the feed flickering to a man who's appearance matches his voice. Rough. He looks like he's been through a few bad fights. A sling is visible around his right arm, and steri-strips along a cut on his forehead.]

Still, it's better than where I've come from. At least until we fix it up... My name's Herc Hansen, I'm a warden. And, honestly, the sooner I get my bloody inmate, the better. No offense to you lot, but a lot's restin' on my deal. Rather get it on the road as soon as possible.

[A pause.]

Oh, and anyone good at fixing broken arms?

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[takeyouapart]

Take off the sling so I can take a look at what I'm doing.

[It's not strictly necessary, but his healing rarely extends to broken bone, and he suspects it might be easier for Herc to swallow if he inspects the damage first.]

Has someone set the bone, or has it just been bound?

[oldmanstriker]

Bone's been set. [Remarked as he starts to, carefully, remove his sling.]

[takeyouapart]

Thank you.

[He looks at his arm for only a moment. There's not much to establish from the outside, except to confirm that it looks like it's been set straight. He carefully slips one hand under Herc's arm, holds his other over the dark bruising.]

Purhaele.

[His eyes gleam a bright, rich amber for just a moment, and he feels the flow of energy from his body into his patient's. The mending is quick, and complete, leaving his skin unmarked and his bone whole.]

[oldmanstriker]

[And the pain fades.

Herc waits for an indication that he's done before examining his arm, flexing his fingers.

Safe to say he looks equal parts amazed and impressed.]

Bloody hell...

[takeyouapart]

[Merlin smiles and steps back.]

Better?

[oldmanstriker]

Yeah, I...

[He stretches his arm out, still looking amazed at the fact his arm is healed entirely.]

Thanks, mate. Glad I asked.

[takeyouapart]

You're welcome.

[Merlin smiles just a little crookedly.]

Try not to let it happen again?

[oldmanstriker]

[An amused snort.]

Trust me, mate, I hate to feel crippled. If it happens again, it'll be beyond my control.

[takeyouapart]

[He nods. Nobody really goes out looking to get their arms broken.]

I'll be here if it does. Welcome to the Barge, Herc.

[oldmanstriker]

[A grunt, but a seemingly good-natured one.]

Thanks. I'll let ya get on, mate.