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[Alphys comes on the radio sounding out of breath and like she's trying extremely hard not to panic.]

Uhhh. The- the concert! S-something went wrong! Noa's really hurt, CY-Ren's gone, and I-I think she took some of us with her? I dunno who, I lost t-track of everyone... oh, jeez, and Sans went after her by himself! Uhh... what did the Ringmaster say- Nightrunners! We need the nightrunners! A-and I need a doctor! Like, r-right now? We're at the front entrance!

Comments

[puddingemote]

Ice? What for?

[Meanwhile, Tamaki is an idiot, and also terrible at explanations. But if the girl wants ice, he can get her some ice in a cup.

He grabs some from his trailer before he sets off. He's on his way!]

[npcarnival]

To bring the swelling down.

[ Not much more to say than that. When Tamaki gets there, he'll find Noa sitting on a crate, her injured foot extended and resting on another crate in front of her, propped up on a coil of rope to give it slightly more elevation. There's a white, winged mouse-like creature with a long fluffy tail perched on her shoulder, but it stirs when Tamaki approaches. ]

Noa. [ His voice is surprisingly big, for such a small thing, and Noa looks up from what she was doing -- running her fingers along the ugly, swollen joint of her foot. One of her wrists is also swelling, though not nearly as badly as her foot is, and she gives him an awkward smile. ]

Um, hi. [ There have been a lot of people on the radio she doesn't recognize from the attempt to sabotage the concert. ]

[puddingemote]

[His eyes linger on the thing for a moment, before focusing on Noa herself. He sees the swell in her ankle and her wrist, and thinks that there's a good chance he can heal this. It's bigger than anything he's ever healed before, but he did ask the Ringmaster for more strength.

He holds the cup of ice out.]

You're Noa-chan, right? I'm Tamaki.

[A big teenager with horns and the occasionally green writing running over his skin doesn't really look like someone who can heal an injury, but, well, here he is.]

[npcarnival]

[ Oh good, he's introducing himself, so she doesn't embarrass herself again. His appearance draws a curious look from her, but she won't comment on it for now, just grateful that someone's come at all. ]

Yes, that's me. And this is Con.

[ She points at the creature on her shoulder, then reaches out to take the ice from Tamaki. It isn't much, but ... she sets it down beside her and fishes a handkerchief out of her pocket. ]

Thanks for coming. [ However, this presents a new dilemma that causes an obvious twinge of dismay: there isn't enough ice for both her ankle and wrist. ]

[puddingemote]

Yeah.

[He plops down on the ground beside Noa, looking at her ankle. He holds his hand out over it, then runs his other hand through his hair.]

Um, so, I haven't done this on a break before. But I've been practicing.

[He still hasn't clarified that he intends to use magic to heal her leg, but he is trying to sound reassuring.]

[npcarnival]

[ When he plops down, Noa looks at him in surprise, but she nods hesitantly. Her expression's a little worried when he says he hasn't done it before, but ... ]

I ... I can't fight if I can't dance. So if you can fix it, do what you need to do.

[puddingemote]

[He himself looks surprised at that, glancing up at her.]

You dance to fight? ...Ah, no, hold on.

[He can't do this if he doesn't concentrate, so he looks back down at her ankle again. He's really curious about what she means, but he can't inquire further while he has her wounds to attend to.

He holds his hand over her ankle and concentrates all he can on it, on the feeling of fixing it and the magic sparking in his body. After a moment, a light blue light glows from his hand, and starts to wrap around her ankle, mending what's broken.

After a minute of warmth, the light fades back into his palm, and he pulls his hand back, looking from her ankle to her.]

Did it work? Does it feel okay?

[npcarnival]

[ Its a surprise, but a pleasant one. Noa tests her range of motion, flexing her ankle, then slowly nods. The swelling has even partially gone down. ]

That feels a lot better. [ Cautiously, she tests putting a little weight on it. ] It still feels a little tender, but ... not like before. Thank you.

[puddingemote]

[He smiles, glad that it worked alright and her ankle is better.]

Yeah. [He glances over her.] Anything else?

[Might as well heal anything that might be wrong now.]