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Who: Kayo
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Where:The hospital
When: Backdated to the 18th of July
Rating: Mostly pg to pg-13
Summary: The Medicine Seller hauls himself back to the hospital after a reaver attack, and bad luck has it that Kayo is the first person he meets.
the log: Now, it certainly wasn't like he went out looking for any trouble. The falling ash had intrigued him, and he wished for a sample of it. Really, such a simple task. That, and the thought of remaining forever inside of the hospital was terribly unappealing to someone who was so used to traveling everywhere. Being trapped hardly suited him.
It wasn't as if he didn't have foresight either, and though the thinning amount of gunpowder wasn't a good sign, he still came equipped with, at the very least, some caustic items to throw and a clear way back to the hospital in case there ever really was an emergency.
Which was why he was so irritated with how things had, unfortunately, turned out for him. It was quite a bit to swallow, being subject to injury from anything less than a full fledged mononoke. The very idea of being cornered without any way of possible escape was at best, obnoxious, and at worst... well...
The state he arrived back at the hospital spoke of a rather harrowing experience. Clothes torn, a limp that was slowly growing more prominent, bandanna really missing this time, with that mane of blond hair making the man look like he'd just strolled out of the wild. It was amazing, just how calm he continued to act, despite the obvious pain. There were deep scratches under the torn clothes, and, disconcertingly enough, a bite mark on his neck, close to his jaw. Certainly a mess indeed, and he hardly seemed concerned at all, instead looking for a proper spot to bandage and clean those wounds. What a day.