Missy reaches a hand up to her chest. No sutures. The operation hadn't occurred yet, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her mind felt clear now, and she remembered some of her ravings of before with a twinge of shame. "I'm sorry, Sir. I wasn't in my right mind. I'm listening now."
Bugs holds up a hand to wave off the apology. "That's aside the point for now." He tells her before pulling out a clipboard and looking through it. "I tried getting you to take this before, but frankly, I see no other choice now even though you objected to it then. Your heart is nearly dead. Sure, if you did paperwork for the rest of your life and never used your cybernetic enhancements again, it might live until you pass onto old age. You've abused the poor thing too much to be on active duty any more." He tells her meaningfully, looking down at her. "Unless you take the replacement, I'll be forced to put you to clerical work and deactivate your enhanced speed. I won't even be able to allow you a Reserve Status."
"Normally, incinerated. But, I was thinking, in your case, of keeping it preserved in case you need the new one replaced for whatever reason. I know crap happens. I'm just trying to prevent and repair some of it." Bugs tells her.
Missy gives a feeble laugh. "You're humouring me. If my heart's too weak now, it will be even weaker when its held in place with sutures." She puts her fingers to the pulse point in her throat. "Preserve it, and let me have it in a jar or something, but you don't have to keep it alive. I know that's not practical."
"It'd last long enough if we sedated you during the time for us to make you another heart, but perhaps you have a point. We'll just build a backup for the heart." Bugs tells her with a smirk. "Want the jar to have a plaque too?"
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Carl doesn't have anything to add and lets the new recruit go.
Eventually, she'll get a knock she's been waiting for and see Jyarl walk in with Hellstomper at his side, holding her hand. He looks down at the little orc and nods towards a chair. "This'll take a bit, so you should sit and rest a bit." He tells her before letting go of her hand to take a seat across from the person who fills out his paychecks and does most of the other miscellaneous paperwork that keeps this place running. "What options are there for her?" He asks, showing uncharacteristic concern.
Missy shakes her head. "No. It won't be in there long enough to bother."
Hellstomper obediently climbs up in the chair, looking around inquisitively.
"There are several religious groups that care for children, either by running homes or finding foster families. The temples of Hel and Horus, the Order of Cunningham, the Sanctuary Fortress, Inari's. We'll want to have her checked out medically first, but then we'll try and select one. If any of the children's homes already have orcs, or have foster parents that are prepared to take her in, that would be ideal. Otherwise, we'd go with whichever one had the most spaces open. We usually send some funds along with any children we place as well, so that it doesn't put a hardship on the orphanage." Alice explains.
"I'm going to bury it," Missy says. "I just need to find the right spot."
"It hurts when I try to 'member things," Hellstomper volunteers.
"It doesn't really change things very much. Obviously we'll try to help her recover the memories, but either way, she'll need a home. Don't worry, Major. I can take it from here." Alice is trying to think of who she can call in as a temporary guardian for the girl until she's handed over to the religious orders. It wouldn't be kind to just toss her into the Infirmary without any sort of supervision.
"Up to you." He tells her before passing over the clipboard with a pen. "Sign." As he waits for her to do so, he pulls out a bottle of pills and pops back a couple, chewing them and wincing at the taste before swallowing some water to wash it down.
Jyarl is quite for a moment, hands in his lap as he thinks. Eventually, he shakes his head. "Don't bother. I'll take her. Already have her respect anyway."
"Recovery from the operation will probably take a couple days." Bugs tells her as he takes the board back. "Want to go on a walk before we start? Some fresh air might do some good. If not, we can start as soon as possible." The doctor had already been up for a good 30 hours straight working on patients, but what was another 8 for a surgery?
"You heard me. I'd like to adopt her. I've already practically quit smoking because of Gorgutz. And contrary to popular belief, I'm not a complete a..." he starts before remembering that Hellstomper was in the room. "Jerk."
"Y-yes. I think I will." Missy says. It takes some time for all the wires and tubes to be temporarily detached, but she gets a robe and slippers from an orderly and heads outside.
"What's a Dopt?" Hellstomper asks.
"Um, Major, that's a really big responsibility. Legally, of course, I can arrange it, but are you sure? Maybe you should sleep on it?" Alice suggests. "Maybe talk to some of the other soldier parents here?"
"Just return here when you're done. I'll be waiting." The doctor tells her before slumping in his chair with a slight whimper after she leaves. He sets a hand on his chest, trying to deaden the pain by breathing deeply, but it takes several long minutes for the morphine to kick in, and even then, it doesn't deaden it fully. Getting up, and with a slow walk, he shuffles out the room, turning off the light as he goes to prep the surgery room.
"And if I did so, where would she stay in the meantime, hmm?" He asks, not really bothered by the comment. His reputation wasn't the best after all. "I run a company of people who made a living of rough-housing in the worst ways possible. Little Hellstomper here won't be too bothersome, especially since we've worked things out already."
Charity meets Bugs in the surgery room and silently helps him prep.
Missy sits on a bench near a raised flower bed, where daffodils are starting to bloom.
"Prophet. I know it's stupid to think I won't be able to love if my heart is gone."
Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub.
"But I'm scared anyway."
"Please. Please, can you make it better? Can you make me not afraid?"
Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub.
"Or maybe you don't listen to me at all because I'm a soldier."
"I guess... maybe this is a test. And if I was a good Arnaudin, I would keep my heart and stop fighting. But I can't do that. I can't live with myself if I let innocent people go undefended. Even if it means I'm damned."
Her prayer falls silent. She watches the daffodils flutter in the wind.
"Hellstomper? Ugh. I really hope you're going to give her a better name than that." Alice turns to the girl. "Hellstomper? Do you want to stay with Jyarl?"
The orc girl grins, showing her sharp teeth and tusks. "I like Jyarl. He's strong and has lots of food."
Alice gives a soft chuckle. "I'll start drawing up the paperwork then."
"Not as much as you'd think. Orphaned children are too common in this city to make it difficult for potential parents." Alice says, with a sad smile. The lack of any organized family court system also makes it easier. "I'll have it all ready for you by tomorrow."
Jyarl looks back at the orc, smiling gently. "What do you think? Ready to get some rest and sleep? I can show you your new home." He offers before standing and holding out his hand to take hers. Once he does, he kneels in front of her to look at her levelly in the eyes. "Welcome to the Tribe of Remnants."
"Got room for another?" A woman behind Iamar asks. She's tall, nearly six feet and muscular beneath her exercising tanktop and shorts. Dizzy's arms, legs, and cheeks are covered in fine red scales, showing either a reptilian or draconic ancestry, and a gentle smile plays on her lips. In her hand is a large battleaxe, and she looks like she knows how to use it.
Iamar turns around and looks at the scaled woman from beneath her hood. She gives a smile of her own. "Of course. There is plenty of space." She thinks of questioning the scales, but decides against it.
Jyarl gives her an appreciative smile before taking Hellstomper's hand and guiding her back to his place. He'll open the door to his apartment and she'll find that while the place is small, it's rather well organized. The main room has a worn couch and a couple chairs gathered around a low table and entertainment center. There's a bookcase and piano against the wall, opposite the kitchen and next to the windows. In the corner near the windows lays a dog-bed with a furred lump snoring loudly on it, and the room smells faintly of cigarette smoke.
Off to the side is a bedroom with an incredibly large "Cali King" sized bed with silken sheets and an expensive looking quilt. "Welcome home." He tells Hellstomper with a smile.
"Do you want to spar, or just practice by yourself?" She offers.
Grimzig and two of his fellow goblin enginers step into the training grounds, looking around. Grimzig is clutching a strange-looking gun. When they spot Iamar and Dizzy, they stop. Hello officers, Grimzig says. We're just here to test a new weapon.
My FFRP characters. Avatar by Kid Kris. Sigatars by Gulaghar, Kid Kris, Zefir and billtodamax, respectively.
"It's just us here. The other Remnants have their own places to live." He tells the little orc. "You can sleep in the main bedroom until we get a larger place." As he speaks, the pug in the corner of the room looks up, ears perked and gives a little half-bark of greeting.
Dizzy looks at the goblins and pales a bit, knowing that it's probably going to end horribly. "Um...what kind of weapon?" She says as she takes a few steps away.
"There is, but this is just the sort of place Remnants have unless you're a new warrior-in-training."
The pug stares at Hellstomper for a moment before snorting at her and turning back to nap more. Jyarl shakes his head. "Don't mess with Gorgutz. He might be small, but he can take me on without any effort."