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[the day has been fairly busy. Between ushering all the new recruits in and getting everyone settled, Salieri's been rather busy. That's why he's not particularly pleased to have been pulled away to see to one of the recruits specifically--one who'd fainted earlier. He should be in the command center, really, but instead he's in one of the rooms, doing a simple diagnostic spell while the young man is still unconscious, making sure that it's nothing more than some sickness due to the ride over]
| | [Edward's had... a time of it. He shouldn't even be here, really. He knows he's not exactly Master material. The only reason he's even here is because his father wants him away and he knows it. It was made all the more clear how little he belongs, honestly, after that simulation. He'd barely been out of it before starting to feel lightheaded and, next thing he knows... he's slowly opening his eyes in some... different room. Same brushed metal look as everywhere else. Still here, huh?] |
[the diagnostic spell finishes just as the young man opens his eyes, and Salieri blinks a bit, lowering his hands from their work in casting the spell and moving to tuck his baton away]
Ah. You're awake, then.
Ah. You're awake, then.
| | [He blinks a little more... then sits up, quick. Immediately feeling lightheaded all over again.] A-Ah, um... Yes! [He hadn't even realized someone was here yet... Well. Maybe he'll just get sent away and he can forget this whole embarrassing ordeal.] ...I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep... |
Slowly now. [Salieri steps a bit closer as he sits up far too quickly, just in case he should faint again]
You fainted, actually. Something to do with the transportation, we're assuming.
You fainted, actually. Something to do with the transportation, we're assuming.
| | ...Oh. [...That figures. He can't even get the start of this right. He feels kind of sick, but... it's not too bad. Nothing he can't push through.] Did I... miss orientation? |
Not entirely. If you hurry, you should still be able to make it. That is, if you're feeling well enough.
Y-Yeah, I'm fine!
[And he's just going to get up and oh he can feel that sick feeling through his whole body. Not great.
But it's fine. He's fine.]
I can make it. Sorry for the trouble.
[And he's just going to get up and oh he can feel that sick feeling through his whole body. Not great.
But it's fine. He's fine.]
I can make it. Sorry for the trouble.
[convincing. Salieri just...quietly arches an eyebrow. But, if this young man feels like pushing himself, that's his prerogative]
...very well. Though I would be quite sure--the director can be rather touchy about disruptions.
...very well. Though I would be quite sure--the director can be rather touchy about disruptions.
| | Not really making a great first impression this way either... [He's just... going to rush out. It's fine, he's fine, he just needs to stay conscious. How hard can that be?] |
[WELP THERE HE GOES
Salieri huffs out a small sigh and moves to follow, albeit at a slightly slower pace. After all, he's not exactly needed for this orientation. But he'll be there to observe, at least]
Salieri huffs out a small sigh and moves to follow, albeit at a slightly slower pace. After all, he's not exactly needed for this orientation. But he'll be there to observe, at least]
| | [Edward's okay in orientation... for a little bit. He's not exactly getting away scot free for being late, of course. But they keep going... ... Until, of course, Edward ends up completely unconscious again. ...definitely pushed himself too hard. The director looks unhappy with this.] |
[whooboy. Okay.
Welp, time to take him back to the infirmary again, and once again play nursemaid. Honestly, why him??
Probably because he's one of the few main staff not needed for the orientation--his role is currently as an assistant to the person who heads the rayshifts and such--he's one of three. So he supposes that it's not shocking that he's been set as a babysitter.
He'll make sure the young man gets transported safely back to the infirmary, where Salieri will then run another diagnostic spell and wait until he wakes again]
Welp, time to take him back to the infirmary again, and once again play nursemaid. Honestly, why him??
Probably because he's one of the few main staff not needed for the orientation--his role is currently as an assistant to the person who heads the rayshifts and such--he's one of three. So he supposes that it's not shocking that he's been set as a babysitter.
He'll make sure the young man gets transported safely back to the infirmary, where Salieri will then run another diagnostic spell and wait until he wakes again]
| | [It's the second time that Edward's finding himself slowly opening his eyes to see that same metal ceiling. It takes a bit, before it sinks in what must have happened. But earlier definitely wasn't a dream. Which means...] ...Ughhh, not again. |
I'm afraid so.
[dryly]
I hope you won't be in a rush to get out the door this time.
[dryly]
I hope you won't be in a rush to get out the door this time.
| | Probably wouldn't do much good, anyway. [They're definitely sending him away this time. He's sure of it. He's just going to take his pillow and groan into it.] |
[asdlkfs at that, the corner of Salieri's mouth quirks]
There, now. You only were late to orientation and then fainted during said orientation. It could be worse.
There, now. You only were late to orientation and then fainted during said orientation. It could be worse.
Mm, it could've been right in front of the Director.
Oh, wait.
[he hates this! he hates it!!!]
Oh, wait.
[he hates this! he hates it!!!]
Yes, thank goodness it wasn't right in front of the Director. That surely would've been quite embarrassing.
[:>]
Ah, well. At least you've gotten it out of the way.
[:>]
Ah, well. At least you've gotten it out of the way.
| | Ugh... She's definitely sending me away, right? After something like that... [And now he'll have to explain that to his father. That... won't be a fun conversation.] |
What, for fainting? [he arches an eyebrow] I doubt that.
Ah yes, the most terrible of crimes: fainting and being late.
[mildly, without a hint of sarcasm]
I can see why you would assume the punishment of such to be quite severe.
[mildly, without a hint of sarcasm]
I can see why you would assume the punishment of such to be quite severe.
| | [..........just let him wallow in his misery gosh] ...I guess. ...I don't exactly want to go back in there, though. |
Alas. I'm sorry to say that, eventually, you must. You might perhaps have a brief reprieve, though, to rest. Say...half an hour? Until you actually feel better.
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