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#Post#: 345--------------------------------------------------
Occupational Hazards
By: Danger Close Date: January 2, 2014, 6:15 am
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It was with a cheery hum that the scrawny brown gryphon set
about his work in his small, cramped workshop-laboratory hybrid,
fiddling with timers, attaching fuses, weighing out quantities
of explosive powders and volatile liquids, and now scraping
together the thick grey paste that would form his latest
invention: An explosive that could stick to surfaces, and needed
no fuse or timer.
It was still in its testing phase, and right now he was trying
to determine whether or not it would successfully detonate
underwater, in response to the signal sent by the resonant
crystal inside the device he now gripped in his claw.
The thick, nameless paste of violently explosive goop, lay at
the bottom of his (now empty) fish-tank, the fish within safely
vacated to a smaller one, for the time being.
With a grin of giddy anticipation, the brown gryphon hopped
behind his workbench, and, using it and a nearby guard-helmet
for cover, he pushed the trigger of the detonator-device he had
cobbled together, anticipating the small glob of explosives
before him to smash the tank to pieces and flood his workplace
with water and glass shards.
What he hadn't anticipated, was the strength of the signal the
device sent out towards the goop. He had expected the signal to
simply strike the explosives within the water and set them off.
Not for them to do so, then bounce off the back wall of his
laboratory, and rebound towards him, before striking the large
canister of left-over explosive paste that resided on the shelf
on the wall behind him.
It was for this reason that the gryphon was startled, as the
glass before him was shattered by the initial charge's explosive
burst, an instant before the tub of explosives behind him
detonated with Far greater force and power, directed at his
back. Luckily, he was some distance away, but not far enough to
escape the shockwave, which sent him hurtling over his
work-bench and onto the glass-littered floor, or the red-hot
shrapnel that peppered his back and shoulders, emanating from
the container that had once held the experimental new explosive.
The explosion was loud too, and rather than just flinging Danger
over his workbench, and filling his back with metal, and chest
with glass, it shattered all the safety-glass windows of his
home/workshop, sending harmless pieces of safety-glass down onto
the streets, and scattering his other explosive inventions all
over the shop's floor. At least he'd put a few safety procedures
in, even if they only really protected those who were
unfortunate enough to pass his workshop.
Luckily, before he slumped weakly from the damage caused by the
myriad of tiny puncture wounds, and the shock of the initial
blast, Danger was able to reach out a clawed hand, and dunk a
nearby stick of dynamite (that had become lit by one of the red
hot shards that had missed his back), into the water that
covered his workshop's tile floor.
As he lay there, ears ringing, back and chest peppered with
tiny, leaking cuts, and body feeling like it had been hit by
some kind of carriage or small building, Danger Close counted
his blessings.
"At least it was only one shelf this time (and maybe the wall),
nothing else got set off, no-one else was hurt, and I know the
detonator works underwater, now. Should probably figure out some
way to reduce the signal power.." He thought, optimistically,
before his head slumped, and he simply lay face first in the
wreckage of his fish-tank, surrounded by unexploded ordinance
(the safety features on each preventing their detonation),
broken glass, and water.
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Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Breezy Adlark Date: January 2, 2014, 8:59 am
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Another medical clinic Breezy was declined work from... All
because she was a young gryphon without a 'special talent' and
'formal education'. She was quickly beginning to give up hope at
this point that she'd be able to find somewhere she could
practice first aid and healing, especially since there weren't
too many clinics in Canterlot... And the hospital was definitely
out of her league if she couldn't even get started in a clinic.
The only other choice was for her to get a formal education at
Canterlot Academy, but that would cost bits she neither had nor
could get. So she was stuck in this rut, her spirits low in
defeat from her situation.
She walked dejectedly through Canterlot's streets and back to
her apartment so she could give her mother the bad news, that
she'd have to continue supporting herself and Breezy all by
herself. She knew how ragged her mother was running herself, and
Breezy felt so horrible that the most she could do in return was
keep the apartment clean for her, and make sure there was food
ready for her mother to eat by the time she got home. This was
going to have to continue for some time longer, since she had no
ideas whatsoever as to what she should do...
Her thoughts were immediately jerked back into reality as a very
loud explosion came from a a building nearby, followed quickly
by a rain of glass as it fell down onto herself and the few
ponies that were nearby. She only had enough time to bring her
arms up over her head so the glass wouldn't cut her... only to
pause when she realized she hadn't been cut quite as much as
she'd been expecting by the glass that had pelted her. It stung
a little bit as it hit her and some of the shattered pieces made
small nicks on her skin, but she hadn't been impaled by any
shards.
She'd received substantially far less injury than she'd thinking
she would from the rain of glass, though she knew she had little
time to contemplate that. Explosions usually meant accidents and
injury, which also meant that Breezy had to check and see if her
healing was needed. Spreading her wings, Breezy took off with a
strong beat of her wings and a loud 'woosh', steadily increasing
her altitude until she reached the broken window that the
explosion had blown out.
Upon landing, she glanced inside to see what the damage was...
Only to pause for the briefest of moments when she saw that
there was another gryphon lying there on the floor among water,
glass and... some very strange devices. She could also see that
his back was littered with bleeding, shrapnel-filled cuts, and
that if she didn't act now, there was a possibility he'd bleed
out. Her expression changed into one of shock and fear into one
of stern resolution as she took another look around the room,
looking for... ah, there was a first aid station. Stepping over
to it--and gingerly avoiding pieces of glass on the way, she
opened it up to see what supplies were there.
Pretty much everything any good first aid station needed...
though the bandaids were suspiciously empty. The antibiotic tube
didn't look at all touched either... Shaking her head at the
implied carelessness, Breezy took everything she'd need from the
first aid station: tweezers, all the gauze that was there, all
the bandages, all the disinfectant wipes, and a needle plus
thread. She carried her bounty of medical supplies over to the
mostly empty workbench before sweeping it clean and setting the
supplies there. Now, she just had to get the gryphon over to the
workbench...
This was going to be difficult. He was larger than she was, plus
she'd never been the strongest gryphon around. Still, she had to
try. Stepping over to him, she took a deep breath and hooked an
arm through one of his just underneath the shoulder, actually
managing to have some sort of success in doing so, even if it
still took everything she had. When she'd drug him over to the
workbench, she immediately took the tweezers, rubbed them down
with an alcohol pad, and set to work pulling the shards of
shrapnel from his back as gently as she could, her face carrying
a look of utter concentration as she tried to work as quickly
and efficiently as she could. "If you can hear me," she spoke up
in Gryphon, gaze not moving from her work. "Don't let yourself
fall asleep. Try to do to whatever you can to keep yourself
awake."
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Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Danger Close Date: January 2, 2014, 10:19 am
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Danger's vision was a little fuzzy, as was his hearing, but as
he struggled at the verge of consciousness and sleep, he could
have sworn he saw a beautiful winged creature enter his view for
a moment, before departing again.
Weakly, he tried to call out to her, but his head was too fuzzy,
and he felt too exhausted to make the effort.
A second later, pain shot throughout his body as something began
to move him, and he felt his thought return, although still
rather fuzzy, as if his head was stuffed full of wool.
He briefly pondered what the beautiful silver and gold figure
could be doing here, and, as he was moved across his workplace,
he came to a rather frightening realisation, although the shock
of it was dulled by his state.
He was dead, and this beautiful angel had come to take him away
from this world and everything he had known. Finally, after so
many near misses, his carelessness, his own mistakes, had cost
him his life.
This frame of mind was why he was so surprised when he was
plonked down on his workbench, and, later, felt the stinging of
the shards within his back being removed, each of them sending a
spike of pain through his body, and clearing his mind a little
more of its fuzziness.
After a few more seconds of silence, the chocolate-brown gryphon
regained the ability to speak, and quietly, voice pained, he
murmured, pausing to draw in a ragged breath every few words:
"Wait.. why are you fixing me? ... Shouldn't you be.. you know,
taking me away... someplace? I didn't know.. angels knew
first-aid.."
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Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Breezy Adlark Date: January 2, 2014, 8:49 pm
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Not all that surprised by the gryphon's shock and confusion,
Breezy continued to pull the shards of shrapnel from his back
before dropping them on the floor and gently wiping some of the
blood away with some of the gauze she'd pulled from the first
aid station. It was good that he was talking; it meant he wasn't
sleeping. She needed to get him to keep doing so. "I'm hardly an
angel," she replied in their native tongue, pausing for a few
moments as she removed a larger piece of shrapnel from a wound
that would probably need to be stitched up. "Just... your
run-of-the-mill gryphon. And you aren't dead. I'm fixing you up
because you will be dead if I don't do this. I sorely hope this
wasn't some kind of suicide attempt, friend. What were you doing
in here?"
Her stern expression of concentration remained as she continued
to rid his back of the foreign objects, leaving gauze laid on
his back when she finished a section of his back and moved down
to another. "Do you have any painkillers around here?" she asked
as she reached the middle of his back, noticing she was somewhat
close to being finished. "You're going to start needing them
very soon. If not, drinking alcohol will serve the same
purpose."
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Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Danger Close Date: January 2, 2014, 9:38 pm
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"N-not an angel? .... But you look prettier than I thought
angels would, s-so you can't be a normal gryphon..." Danger
responded to her own reply, shifting into speaking their native
tongue as well.
Despite the fuzziness, and the pain that was beginning to creep
up on the chocolate brown gryphon, he chuckled and shook his
head weakly at her question.
"Experimenting.. making art with explosives.. designing new
technologies for the Guard... Whatever you want to call it....
Painkillers? .. I think there's some in the bathroom.." The
brown gryphon mumbled, voice proud despite his state, and at his
last words, thoughtful, as he thought of the mild painkillers he
kept in order to deal with headaches.
#Post#: 387--------------------------------------------------
Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Breezy Adlark Date: January 2, 2014, 11:01 pm
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Normally, Breezy would have frozen in surprise the moment he
said she looked prettier than how he thought angels would look.
She would have lit up like a beet, and her feathers would have
puffed out in flustered embarrassment... But she had a job to
do, so her stern look changed very little, even though it was
chipped away slightly by his words. "I'm sure you're just seeing
things a little differently through your pain, friend. I am no
different from any other gryphon," she told him after he
mentioned where the painkillers were. She pulled out another
shard before pushing herself up and glancing to the small pile
on the floor that she'd removed from him. She shook her head and
said that she'd be back in a moment before moving to try and
find this bathroom of his.
A couple of opened doors later, she found exactly what she was
looking for. Moving over to the medicine cabinet, she pulled it
open and examined its contents briefly before plucking out the
only bottle of painkillers inside. Mild stuff. Not what he
needed. It was all he had, though... That rubbing alcohol would
do nicely though. As well as the cotton swabs. Grabbing all
three items, she returned to his workbench and set them down
before popping two of the painkillers into her claw and offering
them to the gryphon. "Swallow these. They won't help much right
now, but maybe they'll do something later on. Maybe," she said
as she took another look around for something else.
Her gaze fell on a large strip of leather and she moved over to
scoop it up. Wiping some of the debris off of it, she took it
back over to Danger and set it in front of him before saying,
"Bite down on that when the pain starts to get too much. I'd
recommend doing it soon. I'm almost finished with your back,
which means all that's left is disinfecting your wounds and
stitching some of the bigger ones up. Since I don't have any of
my normal supplies with me, I can't give you any anesthetics to
numb the pain." As she spoke, she pulled the last few shards out
of his back, then set the tweezers down and picked up the bottle
of rubbing alcohol.
Upon opening the cap, she tipped the bottle over and poured some
of the liquid onto the wound she needed to stitch up. As the
bubbling liquid worked its magic, Breezy took up the needle and
thread before looping one end through the hole with practiced
hands and tying a knot to keep the thread in the eye of the
needle. She then pierced his skin with the needle and pulled the
thread through before doing the same on the other side of his
injury. She continued this in a zig-zag pattern all the way down
the wound before pulling the thread tight and cinching the wound
closed. She snipped both ends of the the thread with her beak
and tied both ends up with a knot, before picking up a cotton
swab to douse it in the rubbing alcohol. "I'd have imagined
someone working with something so dangerous would take necessary
precautions to keep theirselves from getting injured, friend...
What would have happened to you if I hadn't been passing on the
street as the explosion happened?" she asked as she began
dabbing his various cuts with the soaked cotton swab, a new one
being obtained every time her current one became too soaked with
blood.
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Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Danger Close Date: January 2, 2014, 11:33 pm
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"Nah.. that's not true.. you're all pretty and gold and silver
and green.." He mumbled, dazedly, simply lying there as she
worked on him, only wincing occasionally, his high
pain-tolerance keeping him from moving too much.
He did as commanded immediately, weakly swallowing the
pain-pills he was offered, and then biting gently down on the
leather she gave him, ready to bite more roughly if the pain
increased.
Surprisingly, his only reaction to the burning alcohol on his
back, and then the stitching and dabbing that followed, was a
small wince, and then a tightening of his jaw, as he bit down on
the leather strap a little harder. His mouth being full of
leather, the only reply her gave to her questions as she worked,
was to mumble something near-incoherent about signal strength
being the cause, or in this case: "shgnal shrenghf," and to
shrug weakly at her question about what he would have done had
she not been passing by.
#Post#: 390--------------------------------------------------
Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Breezy Adlark Date: January 3, 2014, 12:11 am
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Bree just shook her head again at Danger's shrug to her
question. "You really might have died if I hadn't been so close
by," she told him as she dabbed. "I'm sure there would've been
ponies that would have come along--" she paused at that as she
heard something behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to the
pegasus that had flown into the window to see what had happened,
likely requested to by some of the other ponies who lacked the
ability to fly after finding him . "Everysink vill beink fine,"
she told the pony in Equestrian as he looked at her with some
amount of suspicion. "Zhere vas accident, but I have begun
treatment. Zhere is no cause for alarm. Are zhere any guards
beink on zheir vay?" she asked the pegasus, to which he nodded,
after some amount of trouble trying to figure out what she said.
She looked back to Danger after that and continued talking to
him in Gryphon as she hooked an arm under his shoulder. "There,
I'm done. Now I just have to wrap you up. Sit up for me,
friend," she requested, helping him as needed to sit up on the
workbench. She paused when she saw the damage on his chest, and
gave a quiet sigh as she grabbed another alcohol pad to wipe
down the tweezers. "Or so I thought. Hold still... I'll try to
get this over as quickly as I can. Is the door downstairs open
for the guards that are on their way?"
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Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Danger Close Date: January 4, 2014, 9:23 am
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"I'm sure the guard would have turned up.. with a med-team.. at
some point.. They're.. probably used to me.. blowing myself up
by now.." Danger murmured in response, wincing a little as she
continued her dabbing, his words muffled somewhat by the scrap
of leather in his beak.
Danger let out a sigh of relief around the leather as he sat up
with his rescuer's assistance, glad to be off the floor, before
pausing as he noticed the shards of glass embedded in his chest,
which had hitherto gone unnoticed by the pain-overloaded
gryphon.
"Guards.. will have key... Thanks for the help.." He mumbled
again, this time in response to her question, with his last
words being accompanied by a grateful grin, which was obscured a
little by the leather the brown gryphon held in his beak.
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Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Breezy Adlark Date: January 4, 2014, 11:14 pm
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"There's no need to thank me, friend. This is what I do. But...
Your appreciation hasn't gone unnoticed," she responded, now
ignoring the pegasus that had flown into the workshop. She
didn't even know if he was still there anymore. She just
continued to pull shards of glass from her fellow gryphon's
chest, until there was no more. When that was done, she stitched
up any wounds that needed it before disinfecting his wounds,
then took up the gauze and the bandages. "Hold this for me,
please," she requested as she held one end of the bandages to
his chest, the gauze placed underneath that and against his
body.
When he did, she began to wrap the bandages around his entire
torso, gauze held underneath the bandages as she went. His wings
were wrapped with the bandages as well, since there was no other
way to keep him protected. Then, finally, as she clasped the
bandages in place, she stepped back with a sigh and held up a
talon to him. "Wait here one moment. I'm going to try and find
you some water." With that, she turned and left his workshop to
search for some kind of container. After she found the largest
one she could, she found somewhere to fill it up with water
before carrying it back to Danger and bringing it up to his
face. "Drink this. As much as you can--not at once. You just
need to drink water. What about food? Do you have anything to
snack on? Even if you're not hungry, you need to eat something."
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