Loud noises in the City [Open]

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For the keen-eared to hear, there's shouting and loud voices coming from the lab opening cut high in the side of the Jedi Temple. Those new to the area, or possibly GLADOSed for an extended period of time -- in short, those who haven't learned to tune this sort of thing out -- might even be able to make out words, if they listened.

"No! That was not a command!"

"Command entered! This section of the laboratory is now being guarded against all intruders."

"Oh, for the sake of--"

"Warning! Intruder, leave the premises or face the wrath of arcane fury!"

"...I'm an intruder. In my own laboratory. You've got to be--"

"You have ten seconds to comply!"

"End instruction! Keyword: Sielwode."

"Keyword override is locked out for protection. You have 5 seconds!"

A few seconds passed.

"Why does it always have to end like this?"

A moment later, flame belched out of the laboratory opening, as a low thump heralded the fireball's detonation. Another moment later, the elf drifted out of the cut and to the ground, waving away the smell of brimstone and scorched defective golem with a miserable look on his face.

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She looked back to Aibghalien, resisting the urge to ask if he was sure. The hand she'd used to poke the crystal tentatively wrapped around it. This magic was fascinating in a way she didn't know how to fully digest right now. Maybe she would in time.

She'd spend time examining the image, if nothing else, to better understand what it represented.

"I'm a combat medic," she said at first, feeling the weight of the crystal in her palm. "A medical shinobi, if the word shinobi means anything to you. I'm trained to be at the front lines, and make sure the people I'm with make it back alive, to the best of my ability."

It was a more straightforward response than she'd given to anyone else yet, though she hadn't been around for long enough to be telling much of anyone anything.

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"It's not a term we have on our world." He'd studied enough languages in his time to be confident in that. "But what you describe sounds like a cleric on my world -- a skilled armsman who channels the power of the divine to heal and aid his friends and hinder his enemies."

He considered his memories for a moment, then smiled. "The one I worked with was a good companion. The world owes much to his skill."

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"It's not so divine for us -- for me." She smiled apologetically, if she wasn't sure why. "Healing chakra is self-generated. In theory anyone can learn, with the right training and control." Theory didn't pan out so often, considering the time necessary to teach someone what was needed to be a medic stretched over years, but the potential and possibility was there.

"At some point, I'll need to talk to the people who work in the Medical Bay." She shrugged, unsure what it meant as far as fitting in to the way things worked here on Stacy.

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He looked at her for a moment, a playful gleam in his eyes. "I think I like your way much better. All of the benefits of the clerical arts, none of the necessity of gods mucking about, causing trouble and exploding themselves. If you ever give classes, I'd be interested."

He'd slot that in between his experimentation and his attempts to learn alchemy. Amazing how not needing to sleep could free up a man's day.