nexus_sages | enter a lost prince

Jalan had been through Hel. No literally. He'd walked through actual Hel and it honestly was one of the worst experiences of his life. Far less fire and brimstone then he thought though. It was mostly just a vast endless gray desert. Filled with, of course, countless abominations that wouldn't be out of place in the deepest dankest of nightmares. Which was why he was so very incredibly thrilled to discover there was actually an Exit. An exit that would take you anywhere you thought of when you opened it. Unless you weren't thinking of a 'where'. Then it just dumped you kinda... wherever. And Jalan wasn't really thinking about anything besides outrunning the terrifying lady demon who seemed rather keen on tearing off his delicate bits.

So he really didn't care very much where he ended up as he tumbled through the door. He spun around to slam the door shut, a magical black key clutched in his hand ready to lock it up tight so Little Miss Hellspawn couldn't eat his soul... only to discover there was no door. He looked around in confusion but ended up breathing a sigh of relief. His key was on a chain so he slipped it back around his neck as he got a good look around.

Didn't recognize anything one bit. But he wasn't really concerned. Honestly he was just grateful that he was alive and not in Hel, and there were no undead monstrosities looking at him with hungry eyes.

He was a little concerned when he read the brochure. The food wasn't safe? What about the water? He hadn't had a sip since he started traipsing about the Afterlife and he was beyond thirsty. And starving. Honestly he was just a complete mess right now. Even his garb, which normally might make a Lord of the Rings cosplayer green with envy, was covered in dust, dried blood, and torn beyond repair.

"Pardon me," Lost, alone, and on the verge of dehydration, the prince put on his best, most charming of smiles and waved to the closest person, "I've read the food and drink here could be dangerous. Any chance you can lead me to something safe? A change of clothes too... these have. Had it I think."

Plus he felt as if he was sticking out like a sore thumb. Most of the people here... well they weren't dressed like him really. In fact a lot of them reminded him of the little he'd seen of the ancient Builder's culture. Weird.

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A young woman approaches Jalen with concern, especially after taking note of the dried blood on his garb.

"How long has it been since you ate?" Laura sees the signs of dehydration on the young man. It concerns her deeply.

"I would actually recommend drinking something with electrolytes." She brings out a small white bag, with a red cross on it, to search through her medical supplies for something that would help him.

"How long?" the question actually startled him and he had to pause to think, "I'm not sure. Since before I entered the drylands. Time passes oddly there."

He could have been in Hel for a few hours, or a few weeks. He honestly couldn't tell. Magical dead places were annoying like that.

"Electrolytes?" he looked puzzled. Lightning immediately came to mind, however he was certain that probably wasn't what she meant, "Water's not good enough?"

"Not when you are dehydrated. It can be harmful to your system to consume too much water, or too much food right now, even though you are hungry and thirsty." Laura explains softly.

"I am studying medicine right now. And to ensure that you are okay, We should find you a place to lie down. And then I can get you the right kind of fluids. I should also take your pulse."

Lie down... would he have to take his clothes off? What if- no! Mind out of the gutter Jalan there are more important things to do right now. Like getting the proper attention so you don't pass out.

"Madame Healer, I am at your mercy then," he smiled and bowed to her (hopefully) expertise, "You sound like you know what you're talking about so I'll trust your judgement."

Laura offers him her arm, there is a handy Nexus couch nearby. She will guide him to that couch, providing her support until he lays down upon it.

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

He wasn't terribly unsteady, but y'know, it would be rude to decline help when offered.

"A few cuts here and there, might need stitches on a few but nothing terribly serious."

"I do have the supplies to stitch any that require it." Laura uses her PINpoint to teleport some supplies to their location. A glass of ice, a wet cloth, a clean shirt and pants and her stethoscope.

"Start by sucking the ice." She gives him the glass.

"I am going to have to reach up your shirt to check your pulse." Laura explained, as she placed the stethoscope over her neck.

He looked about to speak but he hesitated a moment or two, looking suspiciously at all the things that just appeared. Almost as if they were magiced in.

"Ah, just. A moment," he held up a hand, looking increasingly nervous, "You're not a sorceress are you? Because I've had enough of magic for the moment. It's the source of pretty much everything that's gone wrong with my life."

Well except for his massive gambling debts. But everything besides that? Totally magic.

"No." Laura spoke softy. "I am not a sorceress."

"I used an invention called a PINpoint to do that." Laura held up the device. The small metal device had a keypad on the lower half, a screen on the upper half, and seemed pretty harmless.

He popped an ice cube into his mouth because magic or no he needed something before his tongue started sticking to the roof of his mouth.

"A Builder device then?" he looked at it suspiciously, not entirely convinced but it wasn't shooting beams of magical fire or anything... so he supposed it might not be entirely disastrous.

"I don't know who created it. It allows me access to my home." Laura pauses for a moment, to place the stethoscope on his chest. She wants to listen to both his heart, and his lungs to make sure he is breathing okay.

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