[Aburame Azarea]

The Devil That You Forgot

An Unfortunate Encounter

Azarea stared at distaste at the puddle of puke that covered most of the sidewalk. The woman having barely dodged out of the way of the way as one of the brats who'd crossed her path emptied his stomach. The kid stinking of alcohol liking having gotten into someone's stash while everyone was distracted and now was getting sick all over the street. Glancing around with a surreptitious eye Azarea hoped to spot whoever the kid belonged to, but with how the crowd was shying away their eyes turning from the issue it was clear the child was on his own.

"Why is it always me?" She grumbles grabbing the boy by the shirt as she hoists the gangly street kid up like an errant puppy and begins to make her way following the large signs for [MEDICAL STATION] hoping she could offload the little creature and make him someone else's problem. Admittedly she didn't expect to wade into a sea of children and civilians as she strode up to the tents becoming witness to what could only be nicely called pure chaos.

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[Souma]

Souma

Of the Tantetsu Clan

Chuunin, Iwagakure Medical Corps

Aburame Azarea | 394 | notes

Tokuzo-sama... I will get you for this someday.

Souma heaved a sigh as she oversaw the triage area. There were, no doubt, medical nin who would make themselves available once the Exams and perhaps the festivities kicked into full gear, but for now, they were all still tourists, and not about to be disturbed to aid with conventional medical matters like drunk kids and street fights.

The young girl had engineered herself out of a lot of the work she'd normally have to do. With those incapacitated by drunkenness proving the most troublesome of the common issues, she was parked in the drunk tank- though she looked more like a guard than the administrator or medic on duty. The bulk of her armor helped disguise the bulk of her body, and she was thoroughly welcoming that little detail. So she was there in her Iwagakure shinobi outfit with the layered plates of etched Tantetsu steel overtop, sitting at a cot by the entrance where new admissions could be checked and identified as either stable or in danger of alcohol poisoning. Those few in active danger from overindulgence were treated to a very small prick from Souma's cable, a blue glow at its tip drawing out the alcohol and leaving them to sleep off the poisoning with little more than the same spot an IV would leave just below their sternum, bandaged and scabbed over well before they woke.

As Azarea arrived in the drunk tank, she found herself standing beside the armored girl. Thick, glossy blue strands of gel-like hair slid down her shoulders, and a peculiar mark sat on her forehead, calm and serene like a geometric urna. She looked up at the redhaired shinobi as she arrived and sighed at the smell of bile.

"Relative or good samaritan?" Her words were nearly monotone, and delivered as she gently pulled him onto the cot like metal snakes. "Has he fallen asleep or passed out yet?" She checked his fingertips, then his heart rate, getting a feel for his temperature as her fingertips read his pulse beneath his chin while the glowing cable bobbed and waited behind her shoulder like a steel, luminescent cobra.

"Don't work smart, or hard. Work smart, then hard."

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[Aburame Azarea]

The Devil That You Forgot

Good Samaritan

"Good Samaritan." Azarea is quick to answer for the last thing she wants is to be saddled with a kid right now. She wasn't her Father nor foolish enough to think she was in any way, shape, or form, fit to care for another human being. Bugs were enough for her right now. Maybe should she promote she'd consider training a few genin, but young genin were like puppies right? They practically bounced. They'd be fine right?

"And he's passed out once or twice, but woken up each time." She adds demonstrating as she pokes the kids cheek with one gloved finger before handing the boy off with only mild skepticism to the metal clad... medic? Azarea observing the various wires and steel tentacles with mild interest as thee woman worked. Her appearance a bit strange, but not the weirdest thing the woman had seen in her life. The line behind Azarea already starting to back up with drunks and brats and irritated people their complaints and grumbles a low near audible buzz as the woman twitched.

"Are you the only medic on duty?" She questions as much to make idle conversation as to assess the situation. Feeling a some sympathy for the other girl given the situation at hand. Civilians could be more difficult at times then shinobi given it was against the law to just beat the crap out of them where as there was some leeway in using convincing force with paranoid unstable ninja.

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[Souma]

Souma

Of the Tantetsu Clan

Chuunin, Iwagakure Medical Corps

Aburame Azarea | 356 | notes

Souma nodded at the affirmation of being a good Samaritan, and grimaced to hear him passing out. The Iwa medic pushed the kid's shirt up to his ribs with one hand while reaching with the other for a bandaid. As she did, the glowing tip of the steel cable descended with startling dexterity and gently prodded the kid, who hissed briefly before it drew away, like he'd been given a shot. The medic pressed the bandage over the tiny red spot and smoothed his shirt back down. "Can you help him to one of the cots? Everyone here is sleeping off a binge session. Even the ones who should not be DRINKING, IZAKAWA."

"... sorry, Tantetsu-sama." came a small voice from the recovery cots.

She started to sort through the few backed up behind Azarea, directing most to recovery cots but taking a moment to examine a couple of the more sluggardly drunks for signs of acute poisoning. She helped the patient to their feet. "You will be fine. Lay down there."

"Tantetsu-sama!" A nurse poked his head into the tent. "There was a training accident."

"Broken ankle, fibula, or tibia?"

"F-ibula. How did you-"

"The lowland villages have been feeling pressed to prove they can fight in the rocky training areas as well as anyone else. They can. They are also unused to holding back when someone has a foot stuck between stones. It is not the first snapped shin today." She stood and looked over the few still in line. "You are all standing. You'll be fine. Everyone lay down and drink some water."

She spoke as she started to move past Azarea towards another tent where someone was making a lot of noise and someone wearing a Kusagakure protector was looking very, very guilty. "Not the only medic on duty. My boss has a bad habit of disappearing when there is work to be done. Which leaves me as the only one on duty with several vital detoxifying and mending jutsus."

"Don't work smart, or hard. Work smart, then hard."

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[Aburame Azarea]

The Devil That You Forgot

Helping Hand

Well trained from years of being hospital bound Azarea dutifully helped the boy onto one of the recovery cots as she stepped back observing the chaos with a certain sort of detachment. Observing the harried blue haired woman with a mix of empathy and amusement. The poor girl going too and fro dealing with the accidents and every day stupidity of shinobi now compounded with the exams as best she could reminding Azarea a bit of a frenzied bug trying to ready their hive for winter. "Would you like a hand?" She found herself offering.

"I'm no medic, but I can at least fetch and hold where needed and deal with rowdy drunks with relative ease." Azarea adds with a short shrug her gaze skirting towards the Kusa-nin. The young genin's apologetic face answer enough for what must have happened. Grass Shinobi weren't as used to mountainous terrain like Kumo and Iwa Shinobi were accustom to. Accidents were bound to inevitably happen in this attempts to prep for the upcoming exams. There was after all no telling what sort of qualifying tasks the Chuunin exams would throw at them before reaching the combat portion of the whole thing.

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