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#1Alisa Vollan 

on Mon Oct 30, 2017 4:15 am

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The two mages were pretty good at playing doctors, at least, when all they needed to do was carry supplies from point A to point B. The doctor did tell them to come by later for more work, so that meant he did appreciate the work they'd done before. Inbetween the time it took them to eat lunch, do that other mission, and then finally complete it, the sky had darkened overhead, leaving nothing but a chilly wind with no comforting glow to warm them. And this was quite alright for Alisa, who had been born in the North and lived on far colder weather than this, which still felt like the warmest of summer by comparison.

She looked towards the beautiful Arisa who'd been all these quests with her, wondering how she was doing. Of course, she wasn't so worried how she'd deal with a chilly breeze, but rather how she fared with the whole, lack of food problem:

"I'm surprised you can keep going like this, Ari.", Ali would point out, not so much impressed as she was concerned, "Surely I can't tempt you with a little afternoon snack?"

Looking on into those beautiful eyes of amber with a hint of intrigue, Alisa would then gaze down, past that full, gorgeous bosom and at her stomach, not looking for the baby bump she knew she wouldn't find but rather wondering if the girl hadn't been losing weight due to lack of nutrition. She all but narrowed her eyes, trying to spot any difference, but she didn't... Hopefully she wouldn't anytime soon... In the meantime, maybe if they did more quest that would help clear her head? It was worth the shot, and they already had a willing client...




Strength is also Beauty



"Shall we dance?"
- Alisa Vollan

credit to nat of adoxography.

#2Arisa 
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on Mon Oct 30, 2017 8:25 am

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They finally were done with the mission of delivery. Perhaps they were going to do something more, something that wasn't some lousy delivering. A small smile appeared on her lips though because she was with her friend while doing missions. There was more to do, more things to get done. Arisa wasn't sure on how much or how many missions there were to do, but she was going to do more and more till there weren't any to do or till she was needed elsewhere. Her chest bounced each step, hips swayed left and right as she cat walked towards the location of that doctors place. Her hair that was oily was still moving thanks to the winds call. Her heart pounding calmly like the embrace of nature. She was happy that she still had some connection to nature, but sadly she is weaker towards it at the same time.

Her eyes cornered to look at her dear friend's red ruby eyes that any man could probably fall for, almost any man anyways. There were some men who didn't bother to folly a woman and had other plans and goals in mind. Her ears listened to Alisa talk, ''I'm use to continuious running, walking... Just moving in general non-stopped.'' she started, eyes closing half-way and looked forward. The lights that appeared from the street lights, halo shadows on the street of cement and the sound of silence that whispered and whistled in her ears. Her mind had a non-stopping record - even in her sleep. Yawning softly they went closer to their location. ''Shouldn't we get our last mission of the day done?'' she questioned, cocking her eyebrow. She didn't feel like eating still honestly. ''I'm not hungry, but if you wish to get something,I will follow.'' she spoke with a motherly smile.

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#3Alisa Vollan 

on Mon Oct 30, 2017 11:27 am

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Her skirt fluttered left and right with every step she took, highlighting her feminine hips and shapely, stocking clad legs. She took great care not to let her skirt get randomly flipped by the mildest gust of wind, and wondering if this wouldn't be a good time to start wearing pants on her missions... Or at least more opaque stockings. Sure, she was comfortable with reduced clothing... But did she enjoy showing every oggling man her lacy underwear? Defenitely not... Besides, that's exactly the kind of thing that could send the wrong message, especially when the Pegasus already had someone in mind. The wind did bring gifts with it, the smell of freshly fallen leaves soothing her heart and spirit with every step towards the doctor's office, wondering just what kind of work she might find there.

"No, that's quite alright. Though I do hope you'll at least join me for dinner.", Alisa's tone grew more serious as she spoke, her smile fading somewhat as she obviously didn't mean 'keeping her company without actually eating'

They were just about to reach their next workstation, for what could very well be their last mission of the day. But before they could wonder what the good doctor might have in store for them this time, they heard a loud ruckus right at its the doorstep. Alisa frowned, not even having time to relax inbetween worrying for her friend and arriving at their destination:

"Something's not right here.", she'd speak matter of factly, hastening her step and glancing back at Arisa, "Come on, let's see what's going on...!"

With this she'd speed up further, almost running as she flipped her long raven hair behind her, letting it flutter with the breeze in a display of pure, elegant charm... Even her large bust didn't really bounce as much as would be expected - though more than enough to catch curious glances - courtesy of a well tightened vest doing a decent job at holding her womanly curves in place. This was, after all, a working attire, and naturally Alisa expected to be able to do work related things in it... And running was one of them.



Strength is also Beauty



"Shall we dance?"
- Alisa Vollan

credit to nat of adoxography.

#4Arisa 
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on Mon Oct 30, 2017 12:24 pm

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Slowly she continued to walk aside Alisa and felt relaxed. Even if she was hungry and rejected any offer to do so, she continued acting strong. Her large chest, thin waist, wide hips, it all defined what most models wanted. She could literally be a model if she wanted to, same with her friend. Her eyes went back to looking into her ruby eyes and then straight, over and back as she walked forward. Last time she went to a doctor besides that last job was... Never. She was too afraid to find things out or if it was horrible, for them to find something out that will or may cause chaos later. ''Yea, sure. Sounds nice...'' she spoke, hoping she will feel hungry at that time. If she eats while not feeling hungry, she always usually gets ill or sick even in the same aspect.

Out of no where a loud clang and cling of noises came out of the building. They looked at each other's eyes and both thought of the same thing. Alisa and Arisa went into the building to find out what all happened. Of course, as she learned in the cave, Alisa was quite faster than her when it came to running, dashing or whatever they wish to call it. Knowing herself, a sloth in this case, Arisa didn't run nor dash or whatever people want to call it. She walked slowly knowing that Alisa will get there in time or close to time, whatever was happening. Her shoes made noises from the flat grounds of the building. Her soft finger tips slid against the walls of this place as she waited to catch up as finally, she caught on and saw Alisa - wherever she maybe. It didn't matter though as the two will help with whatever the case may be, or drama that has been caused.

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#5Alisa Vollan 

on Mon Oct 30, 2017 12:26 pm

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She didn't really sound excited about eating with her, but considering the past few hours, Alisa wasn't at really surprised... Caring for people often meant doing even the things those people didn't want to, but one knew to be best for them. With that somewhat agreed upon, albeit informally, they had work to do. What kind of work yet remained to be seen, but judging by the commotion, she already knew it would be a hassle. Alisa slowed down somewhat when she found Arisa walking at her normal pace, peering through the forming crowd and pushing her way in. Holding the way open until her friend arrived. As they walked into the smooth floor of the clinic, her heels would announce her entrance with rythmic clacking, immediately drawing the attention of the busy looking doctor. This time, he was geared for an operation instead of simply wearing a lab coat:

"Over there! Go scrub and meet me in the OR! We need all hands on deck!!", he warned franctically pointing in a general direction.

Nothing too clear, really, so Alisa would share a cumplicit, confused glance with her taller friend just as she caught up, shrug, then look at the doctor:

"Scrub?", asked Alisa, taking a moment to process all this new information dumped into her head. The busy doctor was long gone now, leaving the two to their own devices, and Alisa to think for herself, to think like a doctor instead of a wandering mage. To her credit, she took little more than a couple of seconds to understand what she should be doing. She couldn't go into an operating room like this, she knew that much. Being somewhat of a neat freak whenever the situation allowed, she understood how easily filth bred disease, "Oh...! Over here, Ari!"

She'd lead her into a room outside the OR, where doctors and nurses alike washed their hands for several minutes before redressing, or rather, simply putting on scrubs over their usual clothes. This would take them several minutes, but they'd be able to watch what was happenening at the operation itself thanks to a glass panel, while the nurses explained how they needed an emergency heart transplant on that patient....



Strength is also Beauty



"Shall we dance?"
- Alisa Vollan

credit to nat of adoxography.

#6Arisa 
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on Mon Oct 30, 2017 12:33 pm

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She looked towards where Alisa was, unknown of what was happening. Her eyes of golden hues stared at the location in which she assumed her friend was at. Knowing Arisa, she obviously walked slowly towards the area in which she needed to be in. A yawn then soon escaped her full glossed lips, using her right hand to cover her mouth. She learned that it was polite to cover your mouth during sneezing, yawning and some other things. Turning softly towards where Alisa went in, she saw the doctor. It was the same guy who wanted them to deliver in which case, they did. He had his doctor kit: the white doctor lab-coat looking thing, his tools that all of them wore and so on. Beside him were some other tools that were meant for checking up on people. Were they to get checked on again?

Soon her attention was caught on by Alisa calling her over. She followed in curiousity and tilted her head. 'Scrubs? Such loose clothing...' she thought and looked at Alisa changing/putting it over her actual clothes. Slowly walking towards the other scrubs, she searched to see what kind they had. There were different colors for those who volunteered and those who were the victims of being checked. Her eyes looked at the doctors impatient stare and just grabbed a random one. This one was orange colored that covered the front, but had an opening in the back. 'Disgusting...' spoke the thought of the womanly dark voice in her head. Softly Arisa patted down the outfit to get ready to do whatever it was they were going to do. Was this what 'he' wanted to do? Or felt when he did this kind of thing for that work? She might or might not get to experiment on what he liked or enjoyed doing -- hobby wise.

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#7Alisa Vollan 

on Mon Oct 30, 2017 12:55 pm

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Arisa looked pretty long with all this, a single glance revealed that much. Of course, what she didn't know was Alisa felt just as lost as she did, if not more so... She just did a better job at hiding it. Alisa was good at hurting people, killing people, and in a select few cases protecting them. She was not, however, good at fixing people. Fortunately, the only thing the doctor needed them to do was stand there and look pretty... Well, not exactly just look pretty, every now and then he asked them for this and that tool; on more than one occasion he had to explain what a "Ten blade" really was...

But then, things got troublesome. Since he was the only doctor in the room, the moment he cut himself Alisa knew the implications. He couldn't operate on the patient with an open, bleeding wound. That meant this guy was in danger! This was the first time Alisa saw the experienced physican breaking a sweat, and knew that when he asked that next question, he was well and truly desperate:

"Girls... I'll need your help this time."

To think she'd find herself doing a heart transplant... It felt wierd actually holding a heart with the care needed for keeping it alive... But she managed it, for apparently Alisa had one of the traits needed to pull this off without causing injury, holding the delicate organ in place with Ari's help:

"Steady hands... Good, that's it, nice and easy. You could make a good surgeon you know?", praised the doctor, feeling more relieved as time went on as he saw the girls he hired made pretty good assistants, enough to hold their own under pressure like this







Strength is also Beauty



"Shall we dance?"
- Alisa Vollan

credit to nat of adoxography.

#8Arisa 
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on Mon Oct 30, 2017 12:57 pm

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They continued with the thing they were doing. She watched Alisa help and she would also help with the thing. Every time he needed an utensil, Arisa or Alisa went go get it. She enjoyed the helping and maybe a part of her wanted to help out doctors -- like a nurse or something. She wasn't sure though in a absolute positive percentage. Her eyes watched the doctor do his job, moving hands in a quick motion and under pressure was sometimes hard for some people. 'It seems easy to me.' she heard in her head. She intended to not really respond to the other voices as she tried her best to pay attention. Soon, her and Alisa saw that the doctor received a cut from one of the tools requesting Alisa or herself to do it. If Alisa didn't do it, Arisa fitted her own gloves, received the tool(s) and transplanted the new healthy heart in which made her curious; Who's heart was it? Where did they get it from? Those questions will probably never be answered. Finally, they got it done, was complimented and left with the award. Arisa wondered what they will do next. Was it going to be that fashion guy that enjoyed the clothes-line or the doctor again? She won't find out till later.

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