moxisms

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It was painful. The cleansing after the year had left Alastor weakened at that point. Having to lure thoes who wished to purge charlie and his staff by leading them to the city of the imps. Fighting with his life he did exactly that and every ounce of his power was sapped from him as soon as he was visiously injured by one of the spears. He managed to hide within the cluttered remains of imp city. A place he rarely visited but had a good few radio towers resting there. Pain consuming him as his sharo toothed grin would twitch and shift as he would limp down the alleyway he took refuge in. Was it fear he was feeling? Despite his pained smile he was indeed/scared/ of dying. Crumpled up against the wall he had to leave the broken shaft of the spear in his side or he would bleed out. Ironically speaking since he was already dead. It was just as bad as living on earth. But it was that one time a year. The rest of the time he felt like a God. But now he was struggling like the lower of the food chain. But after that time. It was near the end of the cleans and from where he was he could hear the loud ding of the bells from the clock tower. His eyes shut slowly with relief yet wasn't out of the woods yet. Yet he couldnt quite move as the static around him was quieter than usual as he let out a coughed laugh through his radio voice." Lucky to escape such a big surprise..only to die in a alleyway in imp city?" The deep fade of his light laughter track hidden in the static sounded as he sighed looking up at the sky." Shit.." 

moxisms

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‟ There!! You’re all good now! Though from your wounds and being impaled by an angelic spear you’d need to stay here for a bit, I’m sure the demon clerk wouldn’t mind— so I can try and contact whoever you were with before this happened for clothes?? Since it would be too risky to move you. Oh! My name is Moxxie, sir, it’s nice to meet you! „
            
            
            FINISHED.
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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎:*•.─ ☾He then went back to focusing on the wound, pulling the gauze away and tossing it in the garbage next to them. Taking the rubbing alcohol, he flicked it open with one hand, putting some on the cotton pads as he grabbed the cotton pads with the tweezers and began to dab it on the wound, eyes staring at the wound as he continued to dab the alcohol on the wound until he knew it wouldn’t be infected. This was the main problem for Alastor, as the other wounds weren’t as bad as this one. He took the thread and needle, beginning to stitch the wound closed so he wouldn’t bleed out, making sure the stitching was perfect for the overlord before him. Of course, he risked his life saving alastors ass since he was protecting his own family but once knowing they were safe he went to go save Alastor, even if there were still angels nearby. Despite that, he still wanted to protect and save the overlord, because it was something he couldn’t control that he always did. He didn’t like hurting the innocent, despised doing it, even if he knew Alastor wasn’t innocent but he also knew Alastor wouldn’t be injured if he wasn’t not protecting someone so he did what any good imp— demon, whatever would do. Once he finished stitching the wound, he began to clean the flesh around the stitched wound, covering the wound with gauze and bandages after, leaning closer to inspect his body, seeing if he had other wounds. He did but they were smaller than the spear wound and still needed some stitching but other than that he was completely fine now, he wouldn’t bleed out. Moving back, he crossed his arms, sticking his tongue out to inspect the work he did. He was pleased with how he did the stitches and in general work of all the wounds he had to clean, cover, stitch and such. Tilting his head, his tail flicked behind him before he gave a grin and gave a thumbs up, tilting his head. ☽
            
            CONT. BELOW
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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‟ Unfortunately I— I don’t have clothing for you as this was last minute since I didn’t plan on exactly saving anyone today, sir— however, I can ask my boss for some clothes for you. I’m— I'm going to take the spear out now. If you want the pain to lessen then there’s alcohol near you. „
            
            ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎:*•.─ ☾ He explained, black pupils focusing on the spear now as he lifted the tweezers, carefully grabbing onto the spear, his other small hand grabbing onto the gauze and cotton pads to cover the wound so he doesn’t bleed out. He wasn’t attempting to ignore Alastor or anything, as he tended to focus on tasks at hands when being serious. He had two options, if he slowly took it out then he’d cause more uncomfort and pain to the overlord and the second option was quickly pulling it out, even if it’ll hurt, it was less painful and uncomfortable then the first choice. So he chose the second choice, apologizing beforehand and then pulled the spear out quickly, placing the gauze on the wound. Looking up toward Alastor, he gave an awkward and apologetic look as he dropped the spear to the side, keeping the gauze on the wound to stop him from bleeding out. He decided to not stay quiet in this process, as Alastor didn’t exactly need that right now. ☽
            
            ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‟ I apologize for ripping it out quickly sir, but I had two choices and decided with the one that would be less painful and less uncomfortable for you. I have to rubbing alcohol on it so it doesn’t get infected along with having to stitch it up, so please bear with the pain until your wounds are completely stitched. „
            
            CONT. BELOW
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