#masters of the air ofc

[mcnicecream]

high school

[killiru]

Guys!!! Supposedly we only have one more month until the 2nd 2024 announcement from GMMTV. Accordingly: Give me your guesses and hopes what new shows we will get. I am SO curious what everyone thinks and so excited myself. Can't tomorrow be April already?

[madamhatter]

The redhead huffs as she offers her arm to the other, multiple lacerations upon the limb no doubt from her fighting to the point of her body was breaking down her for it. "I told you it wasn't pretty but hey I walked out of that better than the other guy." she shrugs. //Sophie meeting Bazett/Manannan for the first time?

As she unwraps the gauze with the current patient on top of the hospital bed at the clinic, Sophie Hatter contemplates how accustomed she has become to the severed flesh and the heavy, salty aroma of blood. Her copper-colored hair is put into a high ponytail with a plain-white smock over her typical outfit of a gray vest, a white button-down shirt, and a maxi-length gray skirt. She adjusts the ends of her nylon gloves, inspecting the first of numerous injuries that will occur throughout the day.

Resilience is one of humanity's most powerful, if not worst, characteristics. Bazett Fraga is only one of thousands of instances. An enforcer from the Mage's Association, she voluntarily hosts the ruler of Emain Ablach, a deity of the sea, and the surviving Tuatha De king after humans, Manannán mac Lir. With each passing development and increase in power for both catalyst and spirit, the lines between human and god become increasingly unclear. 

As Bazett's connection with the deity strengthens, her physical and mental limits are constantly pushed to the brink. The line between her own identity and that of the deity she hosts becomes increasingly blurred, leading to a predictable conclusion: a third, new existence. 

At this moment, as the magneta-haired Irish woman speaks still with deep pink eyes, Sophie assumes she is still in the presence of another human. 

If Manannán mac Lir's vessel expects grimaces and squirms at the sight of her gorged arm and blood, Sophie's stray glance has a profound calm that speaks for itself. Already, the magus has finished sanitizing the wounds by wiping around the cuts with a washcloth and soap and rinsing them off with a new washcloth. 

A prompt "hm" leaves the British woman as she disposes of the cloths. How long will it be before the other beaten-to-a-pulp opponent in question walks through those very doors, needing critical attention? She sighs. Father Kotomine's favorite type of patient.

"If someone did say it was pretty, they wouldn't only be in clinic, that much, I'll say," Sophie rests the arm as flatly as she can. While sitting on a stool, she leans in and squints, accounting for every laceration. "As needed, I must ask: Ms. Fraga, what happened? As a pseudo-servant, and I must stress, the human body still possesses limitations that a deitific spirit cannot pass."