voidtreckerexpress | is there price to burn this paradise? [closed]

Who: Renee and Sven
What: As usual, Renee makes bad life decisions.
Where: Medbay/infirmary/what have you
When: 4 Fiddlesticks, later in the day

Was Renee bored? Hell yes. Slowly she's been getting more alert and not sleeping all the time. Ostensibly, it's to heal, but it's also boring! Just like her to get into a mess and be on the bench for longer than she'd like, because of a fluke mission that didn't even end up being a mission proper.

She still didn't know what that was, and it didn't make her feel very good that if there was another mission incumbent, that wasn't just a fiesta on the train? That she was gonna miss that, too. Leave her friends and people she cared about in the lurch.

And add to that that now, she was damn bitter about losing one of her best friends. Sure, Prisoner was probably...well, not alive somewhere--but at least existant. She hoped he was kicking ass and having fun, but it didn't make her temper any sweeter, in the end.

So the unfamiliar warlock wandering in will just have to forgive her. Renee missed platform day. "Who're you and what do you want?"

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Science and technology were very different here than on Sven's world, but Sven wasn't sure he'd agree with popular opinion that the train's array of amenities was "ahead of" his home culture's. Yes, there were things that his home planet had lacked, like the ability to be able to talk to other people through a flat surface without, apparently, requiring a rare and powerful artefact built expressly for long-distance communication. Don't even get him started on movies.

But medicine is decidedly lacklustre compared to his home: for instance, what was the point of tiny capsules that eased your pain, but didn't help the underlying symptoms go away, and in many cases left you having to grin and bear the pain for hours before they even got to work? Was this what mankind must put up with in a world without magic healers? Still, this was Sven's reality now. And knowing that soon he and his fellow passengers would need to come to the defence of other worlds in peril, and with no plans of relying on his own healing magic, Sven had thought it better he try and learn about other applications of medicine sooner rather than later.

...Which is why he's in the infirmary, poking his nose around. He'd expected that were would be sick people here needing rest, so he tried to be as quiet and unobtrusive as possible. Not well enough, apparently. Sven cringed to himself when called out. Oh dear, the last thing he wanted was to cause disruption for any poor patients who were here trying to rest and heal.

"Sorry...!" Sven says in a hushed voice, pressing his hands together to convey how apologetic he is. "I'm just here trying to learn some medicine. I didn't mean to disturb you."

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"Eh, it's not your fault, I get stir crazy when I'm bored--even when things are okay." By which Renee means 'when I'm not shaken OR stirred'. She grunted a little. "Sorry. You've got every right to be here, if you're trying to teach yourself. New face, huh?" After all, she'd been stuck here, instead of out being her normal self when the train stopped at the platform.

Probably was a good thing, considering she missed one of her best buds marching his happy corpse self off the train at the time...

"I'm at least familiar with some of this, anything you wanna know? Unless it's like potions or stuff, don't ask me that." Because while Renee believed that that sort of thing worked, she still didn't understand how...

"See, potions I'm good on. I'm no expert apothecary, don't get me wrong, but I can whip something together in a pinch. But I'm clueless when it comes to..." Sven waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the nurse's station. "...Any of this stuff. So many long names and scary lists of side effects, but these medicines take ages to work or only do a little?"

He passed between the curtains that gave this bed some measure of privacy from the rest of the beds and their occupants, and invited himself to a seat at the end of Renee's bed. He settled himself gingerly, not daring put his whole weight on the bed, yet still happy to claim the space for himself. She'd said she was bored, right?

"I'm Sven, by the way."

Renee had definitely said she was bored. Not that she didn't have a couple of regular visitors, but recuperating was usually pretty damn boring when it took a lot of time.

"Yeah, but a lot of times actual medicine doesn't do what things like--I guess you do magic healing--that fast. I'm a mutant, and there are some people who can heal really fast, but usually they have some kickback from that, too. Nothing's free. You either pay in time, or pay in pain, I guess." Mostly she was thinking of like--Archangel or Elixir. No one she personally knew, but legends at the Xavier Institute anyway.

"I'm Renee. And sorry, I really don't mean to slam your methods, either. They're just...as alien to me as modern Earth medicine is to you. No offense intended."

She shook her head a little, then snorted at herself. "Also, apropos of nothing, I'm jealous of your fucking fabulous hair."

Renee's compliment caught Sven off guard. "Oh! Uh, thank you!" He said, grinning stupidly. He reached up and pulled the Petals of Nil from his bun, his long black hair twisting free and tumbling about his shoulders. He didn't show off his looks the same way that he showed off his powers, but he was fond of his hair. He rifled his fingers through the thick waves so that Renee could gauge the length.

"I only keep it this long because otherwise, where would I keep my hair ornament?" He joked as he set both hair and ornament back in their proper place. Sven turned his attention back to their topic, though he was still smiling.

"I promise not to take offence at you dunking on magic. You're right, everything has its drawbacks. Most regular people cannot heal, and the dependence on trained healers can leave rural communities crippled. For an expert healer there's very little cost to healing, but me, well..."

Something like a grimace flickered on Sven's face, his smile faltering and his gaze clouding with a troubled dullness. "There is a cost, and it's paid by the person who's already hurting."

"Yeah, see, you're like one of the hard rock or metal musical types from my world. They're occasionally called 'rock gods'." She wasn't kidding, but Renee was amused, so...

"Probably in a holster, but it looks cooler there, I gotta admit. And hey, it holds your hair out of your face, right? Super useful!" In many ways. Hair ornament, weapon, cool looking object? How versatile!

"Yeah, with our 'traditional' medicine...or conventional medicine, I guess, you're laid up, so you pay with time. Sometimes I wonder if I'd rather have the switch out."

Renee tilted her head, but she heard Sven out. "I'm...I dunno, shit, I'm not exactly hurting, except when the medicine wears off, but I'm disoriented and I can't think clearly--though some people 'round here might claim I don't think clearly anyway."

She shrugged at that. "Then again, ya know, there's a saying where I'm from. 'Desperate times call for desperate measures.' It's not like I can fix everything, but sometimes I do kick major ass and it's just what's needed at the right time, eh?"

If Sven got the impression that Renee didn't like tooting her own horn, he would not be incorrect in his assumption. Not at all.

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