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Curse-Breaker
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Post by Wiley Dempsey on Apr 16, 2024 18:32:05 GMT -8
Tuesday, April 16, Early Evening | Club Brielle Wiley liked going out during the week. She had too much excitement while she was working, she liked to unwind with less drama. Less drama meant fewer people. Tuesday night at the club was perfect after her adrenaline induced day. Sitting on a stool at the end of the bar, Wiley kept her back up against the wall. No reason to give something a free angle of attack. Attempting to pick up her glass with her right hand, she cursed. It had been so dark in the tomb when the torches when out, she wasn't entirely sure what the animated stone sphinx had done to her before she exploded it. The marks sure looked like bite marks. If you squinted. It could have been any jagged rock bits that snagged her skin as it flung itself about blindly, trying to protect it's treasure. It was a good soldier. With a sigh, she used her left hand to down the rest of her drink. "One more," she told the barkeep. Their scotch was good. Good enough to number her aches and pains. "What do you think an old cursebreaker looks like, Frank?" she asked the man behind the bar who considered her a regular. He slid a fresh high ball glass toward her left hand, gave her a sympathetic smile, "I'm looking at one, Dempsey. When's your retirement party?"Wiley laughed. She had cheated death more times than most of her peers. She had the aches and pains to prove it. Switching to sipping her drink, she flexed the fingers on her right hand. That bloody sphinx could have damaged her wand hand. "I'll make sure you get an invite." As much as she wanted to relax and enjoy life without constantly out dueling things trying to kill her, it sounded blood boring to just sit on a beach somewhere. Hailey Nott
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Healer:
Creature Induced Injuries
Ambition is not a dirty word. Piss on compromise. Go for the throat. |
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Post by Hailey Nott on Apr 17, 2024 20:44:45 GMT -8
The worst part about Hailey's job was the hours. They changed a lot, they were long, and she always had the weirdest times off. Part of why she was friends with Delta, he worked part-time and that left him with a lot more time off than her other friends. Plus the boy gave the best compliments! Always made her feel better after a terrible week and double shifts. That didn't mean he was free all the time, who worked on a tuesday evening?!
Well, 'most functioning adults' according to Delta. The know it all.
Using her rare time off t unwind by dressing up and going out to get hit on by subpar potential hookups.
Later, actually at a bar, on a tuesday (in a dress that paid for itself ten times over in free drinks) Hailey knew she'd have to be drunk at least to go home with most if not all of the people she noticed.
Arms crossed on to of the bar Hailey leaned down, back arching in a way she knew usually got her attention, she realised what she was doing, looked around once again, and changed her mind. The young Healer rested one forearm on the bar, hips cocked, she waited while the bartender small talked some redhead. All she caught was 'something, something, curse breaking, something', well, that was dangerous, Hailey knew, she worked at St. Mungo's.
When the bartender finally turned Hailey's way she smiled, "Double vodka," she said, paying for her over priced drinks, "two of those actually." The bartender turned away, there was a brief pause, and Hailey chuckled to herself. "Ha, vodka squared," she laughed to herself.
The glass barely touched bar top before Hailey slammed the first back. She waited before slamming the second shot back, she glanced around the room, gaze landing on a clearly injured hand. One eyebrow lifted as she tried to puzzle out just how that could've happened.
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Curse-Breaker
Thinking will not overcome fear but action will. |
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Post by Wiley Dempsey on Apr 21, 2024 16:22:54 GMT -8
Wiley noticed the younger woman order her drinks, laughed quietly at the joke she made. A woman after her own heart. Best to order two drinks in case the service was slower than ones drinking goals. By the look of the speed in which the first drink went down, she had goals, that was for sure. No judgment from Wiley. Some days needed to be out drank. Taking another drink of her own, Wiley thought it had been a while since she needed to out drink her day. She was due. Noticing the brunette noticing the wound on her hand, Wiley smiled at her. Raised her hand causally. "A sphinx, if you can believe it. Bloody thing was animated," she explained, flexed her fingers to test the damage. Flesh wound, she'd decided. "I think it bit me. I couldn't see at the time. I can't say it had teeth though. What do you think? Can a sphinx bite?" she asked, took another look at the mark. It sure looked like a bite. She probably should have gotten it looked at. Not that the wound was serious, but honestly who knew what bacteria or bugs were also awakened when the sentinels were awakened.
Setting her hand back down, she worried she might have embarrassed the woman by noticing her noticing and then by oversharing. Then she worried that she might be raving on and on like a lunatic to a muggle. It wasn't often that a muggle would wander in but it happened from time to time. Ah hell. She should be more careful.
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Creature Induced Injuries
Ambition is not a dirty word. Piss on compromise. Go for the throat. |
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Post by Hailey Nott on Apr 22, 2024 23:34:33 GMT -8
One drink down and Hailey had one more to go. She'd been about to throw the second back when the woman next to her spoke up, distracting the young healer.
Some people might've been embarrassed to be caught staring; Hailey wasn't. She leaned just a bit closer, half for a better look, half to hear the other woman better. "A shinx?" Hailey echoed, wondering where the bloody shit biscuits one found a shinx in London. She also wondered it the woman was a crazy muggle, or just a crazy reckless witch. The latter seemed most likely so Hailey assumed as much until some new piece of information revealed itself.
"Okay, not to sound rude but why was your hand anywhere near a shinx in the first place? And secondly: haven't you gotten it looked it by like, anyone?" The healer asked, worried both about the lady's hand and her sanity. If the lady had come into St. Mungo's Hailey knew she shouldn't've left with her hand still like that, if she had then someone was gonna need a new job soon. Pouting Hailey itched to heal the woman's hand, she'd never tended to a real shinx bite, sounded like a challenge and Hailey liked those.
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Curse-Breaker
Thinking will not overcome fear but action will. |
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Post by Wiley Dempsey on May 2, 2024 18:01:32 GMT -8
The way in which the younger woman leaned in and not away at the mention of such a strange wound was curious. Wiley ruled out that she was a muggle. There would be less interest otherwise. Wiley's eyes narrowed at the assessment however. It really wasn't looking great. The swelling was getting worse not better. The skin around the edges of the bite marks were bright red and warm to the touch. "Hazard of the job," Wiley explained nonchalantly. Took a sip of her drink. "I'm a curse breaker for Gringotts. And I think I have a punch card at Saint Mungo's. My next visit should be free. This one seemed like it might heal on its own. I suppose I was wrong," Wiley explained. That bloody sphinx came out of know where. "You should see the other guy though. Blew it to bits."
The sad part had been the assignment was barely worth the trouble. She'd given the goblins an earful for not vetting the tip more thoroughly before sending a curebeaker into such a dangerous environment. She was glad it had her and not one of the more inexperienced trainees. "I suppose I could just splash some vodka on it," she offered absently. That should killed anything she figured.
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Year/Job
Healer:
Creature Induced Injuries
Ambition is not a dirty word. Piss on compromise. Go for the throat. |
Alanna
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Post by Hailey Nott on May 3, 2024 21:07:59 GMT -8
Listening to the woman talk about her job had Hailey really questioning her. Partially because Hailey felt she was saying a lot about magic in public and Hailey didn't think she'd been too obvious about her own talents, as it were. Mostly because this woman was sounding more and more reckless by the minute. She did snort at the lady's joke. "A smashing success then?" Hailey inquired, unable to help herself.
Wow, she was a little more buzzed than she'd thought she was.
"Nah, gotta get top shelf if you want something strong enough. And then you're just wasting a good drink," The healer stopped the older woman, rolling her eyes at her. That idea always sounded like a waste to Hailey, sure, maybe it was the best muggles could manage but Hailey was a healer! Twisting in her seat Hailey rummaged around in her bag for two little jars, the first, would kill any possible infections that the lady might have gotten already. The second would help speed up the healing. On a small cut or scratch it would close the wound, usually in under thirty minutes. Something like that bite would probably take at least a few applications.
Most people wouldn't carry around such things, but Hailey was a healer, one that dealt with creature injuries. She didn't want any open injuries at work, so she wanted to heal every little scratch and scrap she got as soon as she got them. Plus she'd gotten bitten on the job a few times, usually because someone came in with the creature still on them at least once a month. She didn't explain any of this to the other lady, Hailey simply didn't think about it.
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