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☽ SNOW WHITE
 Posted: Apr 11 2017, 04:48 AM
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491 • Archangel/Former Human • Purity • Nomad


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Africa was a place that Snow often found herself. As many parts of it were often torn by war, the angel' duties often called her to the continent to heal and protect many of the unaware humans. It was a difficult job, particularly because she was quite sure not many Guardians often made their way to the continent for one reason or another. However, she had always been adamant, as long as she held wings, to help as many people as she could. If this meant crossing oceans, then she would not be stopped.

She found herself in a familiar scene. Morocco, a place that was often torn by war, was still cast into as much chaos as it had been a mere decade ago. Overall, she was not too surprised. The continent, as a whole, had yet to catch up and was still third world.

Carefully, she landed amidst a swam of people. Frowning, the angel quickly began moving through the crowd, carelessly moving through people. She needed to get to the hospital and quickly.

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DR. T.N. ROMAN
 Posted: Apr 13 2017, 06:20 PM
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~100+ • Cursed Human • Pacifism • Wanderer


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Roman, more and more it seemed, had been coming to the African continent. It was a new, fresh experience, and in that way, it was exciting. The food always smelled lovely, and though he could not eat it, he would have desperately wanted to if his malformed body would let him. He contented himself with the culture though, the artistry, the craftsmanship, the history. It was fascinating, but altogether Roman didn't have much time for sight seeing. There was work to be done and work would take priority.

The streets were crowded and people who did not have enough money still were quite malnourished and often sickly. The hospital in this area, though more modern than some, was still lacking in basic medicine and sometimes even sanitary practices... it was something of a struggle, but not the worst conditions Roman had ever worked in. This was his second day there, the first day was mostly convincing people that no, he was not a witch doctor and no, he would not make them eat parts of lizards and things like that. There had recently been a small attack, no more than a few days prior to Roman arriving, and though he was no surgeon, he was able to help the patients convalesce, clean wounds, stop bleeding, work on smaller cases of illnesses and such. It was small, but it saved the other doctors time, and so in spite of his strange appearance, Roman had been allowed to stay on temporarily.

Getting to work however, was not always the easiest thing. People would look at him and often get out of his way, but the general crowding made things a bit awkward. He eventually made it to the local hospital and went through an employee entrance--some newer people often found him suspicious, but there was no one around today. There was a listing of charts where it showed which patients still needed to be attended to--there was a young woman who had a lacerated eye and an older one who had a concussion... both probably needed attention. He spoke in his passable French to the nurse at the front desk that he would go to the older woman now, but would hurry to the younger woman soon... hopefully he would be quick... or perhaps there would be someone else? Though with the low staffing, it seemed like it was not to be.

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☽ SNOW WHITE
 Posted: Apr 13 2017, 07:16 PM
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It took some time, but Snow eventually made herself to the local hospital. It was one of the few times that she found herself glad that she was surrounded by people who had likely never had never heard of her name or any version of it. To her knowledge, the stories that tended to circulate throughout Africa were not as pleasant as that of a young girl being abandoned. Of course, this was probably understandable. Certain parts were still superstitious and with places such as Morocco being torn by war so often, the people would likely hold to either darker beliefs or ones of hope.

Snow White had no place here except as the unseen protector that her true figure, Margaretha von Waldeck, was.

Walking into the hospital, her gaze came to a listing of charts. For the most part, nothing looked to be beyond her skills. However, the Archangel found herself inclined to disbelieve what she was reading to an extent. Considering that this hospital would not have the best of medical supplies, there was a chance that they might have given up on people they thought might end up dying. Whether they would put these people on a chart, she could not know. Everyone always insisted upon working differently, after all.

Carefully, she passed by the front desk, planning to make her way to the worse off patients she had seen upon the list, unknowing that there was someone who could see her.

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DR. T.N. ROMAN
 Posted: Apr 17 2017, 02:41 AM
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~100+ • Cursed Human • Pacifism • Wanderer


TAGGING: SNOW WHITE
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Roman had just finished up with the older woman, and was coming back to check the other charts and see if there were other pressing cases. He was a bit nervous that more would come in and some of the other, more sensitive cases or less well-off patients would be pushed aside. Poor hospitals like this, no matter how much they wanted to be fair, often did put those who could pay more ahead of those who were disadvantaged or where they thought medicine would be misused. Occasionally it was easier to let someone die comfortably than to make them suffer and have them pass on regardless.

Even so, it was something that Roman tried to help with—he had his own small apothecary, with ancient potions and potives that could do what modern medicine couldn’t do at times. He was shuffling through the pouches on his hip a bit when he looked up and caught a glimpse of a woman out of the corner of his good eye. Had she been on his bad side before that he hadn’t seen her? He paused for a moment, racking his brain to see if he had seen her before. Perhaps he needed a second look. His eyes weren’t the best anymore.

The doctor followed the woman, and she came into view once again—she definitely wasn’t someone he had seen before, and certainly wasn’t a local, as far as he could tell. He moved quickly, though not close enough to be just behind her. She was heading to the ward where people were more on pain killers rather than actual medicine, people biding their time and trying to pass away more peacefully than to allow themselves to die quickly and in agony. Most of the men and women there were vaguely catatonic, their gazes far away and typically unresponsive. It could be quite upsetting if they were bothered though.

It was for that reason that Roman decided to interfere—no one else seemed to be making any attempts to stop the woman, but perhaps they were too busy—or… well, as he got closer, he could feel the same kind of pin pricks he had when dealing with the supernatural. Was this woman some kind of… spirit? Perhaps she was here to help… or perhaps the opposite was true. He cleared his throat, ”I’m sorry, miss.” He rasped out, ”But may I ask what you are doing? These people… they are not in the best of condition and they need their rest.”

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☽ SNOW WHITE
 Posted: Apr 17 2017, 03:26 AM
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491 • Archangel/Former Human • Purity • Nomad


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Snow paused as someone spoke up. It took only a second for her to realize that the individual was speaking to her. Her wings ruffled slightly in an annoyed manner before she turned her attention to the source of the voice. The source of it was both a familiar and peculiar one. She recognized the figure of a plague doctor, remembering them well from the seventeenth century. However, it was rather odd to see one in the twenty-first century, especially in Africa of all place.

She blinked, focusing on the question instead of the man's appearance. "Healing," she said with pursed lips, "Such is my vocation." It was a peculiar thing to speak about. She could hardly recall the last time that she had had to tell someone about her being a healer.

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DR. T.N. ROMAN
 Posted: Apr 22 2017, 04:58 AM
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~100+ • Cursed Human • Pacifism • Wanderer


TAGGING:  SNOW WHITE
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Roman paused—the woman honestly seemed surprised that he was speaking to her… that was… odd, to say the least, but Roman was certain that someone couldn’t just waltz into the hospital without having any kinds of checks—she seemed perfectly lovely but what if she did have ill intent of kind? He was about to say something when he saw something twitch. A… a wing? Now that he was looking a bit more carefully, it seemed like that the woman indeed had… wings. An angel, perhaps, then. It seemed altogether strange that a servant of the Almighty would be here unless it was to take the souls of some poor creature.

The angel seemed to regard him much in the same manner he was regarding her—that is, with a bit of disbelief. Even so, she spoke out first. ”Healing?” He echoed. So, perhaps she was here to create a miracle then? If she was not an angel of death, and rather she sought to heal, then… well, if this was not some kind of deceit, the doctor supposed she would be able to do great things, perhaps save many lives here. He cleared his throat a bit, ”Ah… yes… ah…” He stumbled over his words for a moment but seemed to regain his thoughts quickly enough, ”My apologies for being presumptuous. I… I trust you are here to look at ones that perhaps would not be saved by conventional means?” He looked at his hands a bit, ”If you have not already chosen a patient, there are… a few I know of that could use a… well, a miracle, if you would.”

The doctor hummed again and seemed a bit hesitant, but spoke again, ”I mean… I should not presume to know who you are here for. It must be…ah…” Ah, he was rambling, probably wasting the good woman’s time! He cleared his throat once again, ”Is there… something I could assist with? I mean to say, ah, that perhaps I could let you know where any supplies are or... or perhaps the location a particular patient?”

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☽ SNOW WHITE
 Posted: Apr 22 2017, 06:05 AM
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491 • Archangel/Former Human • Purity • Nomad


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It took a moment, but the man seemed to realize her purpose. With veiled amusement she watched and listened as he rambled. It was somewhat...refreshing, she supposed. She had been keeping too much company with people who were too sure of themselves and some of whom did not even begin to know the depths of how deep her own troubles went. The particularly bitter part of her found herself reminded of Caerwyn. The two did not seem to see each other often anymore, much to her annoyance, but her fellow former angel had always been a rambler for as long as she could recall.

She smiled at the doctor, as she presumed him to be from his appearance, a rare softness coming to her features. "I was mainly going to tend to those that I believed the hospital would be unable to," she explained, "And as many as are within my ability."

An interested gleam did entered her eye at his offer, though she did tilt her head at the offer of his supplies. She doubted that she would need them and, considering that it was becoming clear that he was some sort of healer or doctor, she was not entirely sure she would know how to use much of it. While she had knowledge of non-magical healing, a lot of her methods were basic. What she truly knew in that area was the theory. "There is no need to apologize. I would be more than happy to hear of any anyone you know of within the hospital who you think needs help and their location."

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 Posted: Apr 24 2017, 06:10 AM
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~100+ • Cursed Human • Pacifism • Wanderer


TAGGING:  SNOW WHITE
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The doctor tried to be a bit more confident—the lady probably wouldn’t want to be helped by some doddering old man who couldn’t even get out a sentence without hemming and hawing. He was a touch relieved when he saw a smile grace her lips—and the way she spoke was gentle enough that he thought that perhaps the angel wasn’t really so offended by his strange way of dress and speaking. But then again, he supposed that a being of true divinity would have that outlook—angels were meant to be kind and gracious, were they not? Her purpose here certainly seemed to be so. And if she were to tend those that would normally not be saved by the medicine they had available to them here… perhaps she had something that was stronger than just mortal remedies could offer. ”You have a… divine power?” He asked meekly, ”Certainly, I think there would be those here that could use that kind of treatment.”

He wondered if the lady would actually need the supplies he offered then, but more importantly, he could guide her to those who needed the most help. ”Of course.” He said, eager to travel off to where they could be most of use, ”Please follow me.” He said, and made his way down a hallway to the right. They were getting nearer to the outer edges of the hospital, places that hadn’t quite been remodeled and had a bit of a shabbier look to them. ”My name is Dr. T.N. Roman---at your service, miss.” He said, ”I’ve only been at this hospital for a little while, but the need is great here—it isn’t funded as well as other more major hospitals… the staff and supplies are rather low.”

He turned into a room where a handful of patients had been put into one room with only a few curtains to give them a bit of privacy. There were mostly adults here, though a couple of younger teens and children were among them, ten people in all. ”There was a chemical attack about four days ago. These are some of the survivors, though there isn’t enough medicine to have them pull through, they think. They’re on pain medication as of now, but they are just making them comfortable while they can either get the supplies or until… well…” He was sure the Angel could follow the train of thought there. ”Mostly they are suffering chemical burns over their bodies, though they are also having liver and respiratory problems, particularly in the little ones.” He glanced over to a young boy, probably no older than seven years of age, ”Is there anything I could do to assist you?”

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 Posted: Apr 24 2017, 09:00 PM
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491 • Archangel/Former Human • Purity • Nomad


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Snow had always disliked situations such as this. She had always preferred to encourage belief that humans already had, within reason, instead of trying to force new ideas upon them. However, such an idea became difficult when people began to ask about her. When she had still been part of Haven, it had been easier because of the image that others had tended to be similar to others' beliefs. The only thing that was truly difficult was that she constantly found herself reluctant to correct people's ideas about divinity. Her father did not consider himself a deity, as other immortals she had met did, and she knew well enough that he was likely not God. This problem only grew after she had died. She was not a fallen angel. She knew what a fallen angel was. In fact, she doubted there was a word for her, as it was not too common for angels, let alone Archangels, to die.

She tilted her head, considering how to explain. "I am a healer," she said, deciding that it might be best to neither confirm nor deny the other's words. It would be best to let him gather what he would from her words. "Such is my place among the Archangels." She was careful not to give her title, for the title of Archangel of Purity was certainly not hers any longer. However, she was the Guardian of Purity and her duties were quite similar to what they had been then. Perhaps the only difference was that she was no longer expected to protect the souls of the deceased.

"Wounds are merely one thing that I can heal."

Yet whether her powers were miraculous or not...she could not say for certain. There were likely those who did not know and would believe such even if they knew.

She nodded and quietly began to follow him, listening to the doctor as he spoke. "Margaretha," she said, deciding it best to give her real name instead of Snow White. Such a name was not one others tended to expect from an...angel, of all beings. "Call me Margaretha."

What he told her was not too surprising. In fact, she had guessed some of it. The hospital had a poor look about it and there were not too many people walking within its hall, at least in regards to staff, as there would be in major hospitals. She imagined that some of this had to do with its placement. While it was trying to help the injured, it was surrounded by war and she could not be certain if the people within its country could even afford to help the hospital.

They quickly came to a room with a small number of patients. There was a somber aura about the air and it was clear that those within it did not think well for the patients within. Some were likely just waiting to die or, if they were lucky, waiting for help.

Carefully, she listened to Doctor Roman's explanation. Chemical burns would likely be quite easy for her to heal; however, the true problem would lie within the liver and respiratory problems. Depending upon the severity of them, she might be able to either heal them completely or only be able to heal some of it and have to hope that their immune systems could handle the rest.

She nodded her head at his question. "How severe the problems of the ones they think might die? Are their wounds fatal or is it merely a problem that the damage goes beyond what supplies is available to them can help with?"

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 Posted: May 3 2017, 03:06 AM
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Hmm, she gave a very modest answer to his question—he didn’t know if that was entirely expected or if there was merely something he was missing… well… Roman supposed that he was a mere mortal and perhaps, particularly when an Archangel was here to help save lives, he should not question what kind of power she had—should she explain it fully, it would likely be something he would not truly understand. Or perhaps, if he were to look at it from another view, perhaps she was a… practical woman, in the basest of sense. He could imagine that being fawned over and having obsequious devotees constantly following you around could end up being annoying. He was a professional, a man of science and medicine, and in this moment, so was she, despite their origins. He would do his best to be her guide and hopefully they would both reap a certain benefit for it. ”I am certain that many people here are in need of that kind of healing...” Whether one were to call it divine or simply magical, he did suspect that the angel was one who could use power to heal rather than potions and bandages as he did.

Roman nodded deeply to her introduction, ”Miss Margaretha. A pleasure to be meeting you.” He said. He hoped she did not mind the formality—it simply had been the way he was raised. He supposed that if it truly bothered her, she would say as much. He thought that the matter at hand was truly the patience, and any inane discussion over names or personal matters would be held off until a later time. He picked up the chart of the child—the boy was most likely in the most danger as he was the youngest, ”I would say that the young ones are in the most danger. Their liver cannot keep up with detoxing the chemicals from their system.” He said in a hushed tone. Though most of the patients were sleeping or rather dazed, to most of them, it would likely look as if he was talking to himself. ”To the children and the young lady there,” He pointed at the teenager, ”I would say that the attack could be fatal for them if left unattended for too long; if the toxicity in their livers persists, it could begin to affect their kidneys. And there was another man, in his fifties or so, he was near the center of the blast and sustained a severe amount of damage, a good amount of burns.” It was unnerving to say, but it truly reminded him of what was underneath his hunter garb—just a mess of raw flesh and bleeding skin.

”They do not have the supplies, even for the most well off of them. It would require… skin grafts, more bronchodilators to help with the breathing… for the liver, even more modern medicine either uses dilution or simply waits for the liver to detox most times, at least in terms of a chemical infection, as it were.” He cleared his throat… perhaps the technical terms wouldn’t matter much if Miss Margaretha were to simply hold her hands up and heal the sick. ”That being said, there just simply isn’t enough staff to monitor that amount of medicine for ten patients. With narcotic pain relievers, one nurse comes in to change the IV drips every few hours or so.” He paused, ”But… I am not certain if such things will be a hindrance to you?”

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 Posted: May 4 2017, 03:16 AM
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Snow was not entirely sure whether or not the doctor understood what she meant. While she had purposely been vague, she had made an assumption that he would think her capable of what people often presumed Archangels capable of. After all, they were usually associated with miraculous acts and powerful abilities, being instruments of God's Will. As such, stating that she was a healer among them would, in her mind, seem like more than enough information. It was like saying that the Angel of Death killed.

Then again, she did not know this man well, so she could not know how far his belief went beyond being capable of seeing her.

She did not bat an eye at being addressed by her real name. Having been trained under Ares, she had grown used to the sound of it, as the God of War had refused to call her by anything else. Apparently, he thought it suit her better than Snow White. While she still did not understand what he had meant, she was not sure if such a statement was correct or not. In her mind, Margaretha von Waldeck had been a flawed woman whose hands had been coated in red. A Red Queen, as Phobos had called her upon their first meeting.

"You as well," was all she said before she began listening to him answer her question. While the explanation was long, she got a good idea of what she needed to know. The short answer was that their wounds were not fatal, at least not at the moment. This was good, as she would be unable to offer anything except an attempt to nudge them towards survival once they ended up in their wounds became such. For the moment, it sounded as if she could help all of the patients here as long as she did not dawdle.

She shook her head. "Not at all," she said. If anything, it would likely prove beneficial for these people if a nurse was at least checking upon the patients. "Let's go too the worst of the patients first."

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 Posted: May 9 2017, 05:25 PM
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The doctor nodded to her as they exchanged pleasantries. Perhaps in the end, this would be simply just like working with a colleague, despite Miss Margaretha's species or origin. The doctor would want to be swift, even if he nattered on. The more efficient he was, the more people they could help. He would have to put his trepidation aside. Roman was glad to know that the angel wouldn't be stopped by the nurse checking in on the few patients, though he supposed that eventually, they would want to slowly wean them off of the narcotics. "Very good." He eventually spoke again in his rasped whisper, "The youngest I would say are the most in need." He stepped back over to the young boy and picked up his chart.

"His name is Mumin Salib, seven years of age." The doctor rummaged a bit in his cape and came up with a very beaten up looking Bic pen to help him underline a few things, "In danger of respiratory failure, liver toxicity is certainly too high... and he has burns on both of his legs, though they do not seem as severe. He was probably more affected by the gases than any fire or direct contact with the explosion..." Roman set down the chart, and gave a slight sigh, "His eyes are quite swollen as well. I don't think he will be able to open them. It must be... terribly frightening." the doctor murmured sadly.

He looked up to Miss Margaretha and gave a little cough, "I must admit... I am not familiar with ways outside of traditional medicine so... I am unsure what I can do to assist." Despite that, Roman did not want to leave her alone entirely--if there was something she needed, he could fetch it, or if not, it would be fascinating to see how her skills would work, though he had no idea if he could research and quantify such a thing... magic or divine power was often ephemeral and defied man's ways of measuring them. "But if you think I would be of help or can retrieve any other information for you, you have but to ask."

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 Posted: May 9 2017, 06:15 PM
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Quietly, Snow listened to the doctor speak, mentally noting everything that he said. Ironically enough, the more severe problems would likely be easiest for her to heal. The burns and swollen eyes, however, were something that she would probably have to edge towards healing on their own. While she was fine with people taking her actions to be miracles, healing everything at once would likely be an unwise move. It would take a toll upon her own magic and she had no idea how using so much magic might affect the boy. After all, he was still a child and she could not do all the work for his body.

Her lips curved into a smile that she directed towards Doctor Roman. "You are already doing enough," she admitted, "After all, I would have been quite lost without your help." It was true. Wandering around was not something she was fond of, but it occasionally happened when she was in new places. After all, she was not a Guardian with too many believers, especially in Africa.

She nodded before focusing upon the boy. Placing her hands over the boy, she focused her magic upon healing the boy, hands glowing a soft light for a moment. Getting rid of his respiratory and liver problems was easy enough. However, she quickly made work on using her magic to edge his other problems in the right direction so that they might end up healing by his body's own work. Whether that actually happened or not...well, she imagined that it should. He was still young and the other problems were not as severe as the ones she had completely healed had been.

After a moment, she pulled back, a careful eye inspecting the boy.

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 Posted: May 13 2017, 08:56 PM
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Roman took heart in the fact that the healer angel seemed so… confident. Perhaps indeed, this would be a miracle that she worked, though she would humbly not call it that herself. He merely nodded as Miss Margaretha assured him that he had done well, so he merely studied as her magic went to work. There appeared to be no changes to the external problems but… as he looked at the EKG machine attached to the boy, his oxygen levels seemed to be righting themselves a bit, and Malib’s pallor seemed to be improving, his cheeks flushing with color instead of the sickly paleness they once had. ”Remarkable…” The doctor murmured, mostly to himself. Magic… such a thing was beyond him, but it was fascinating all the same. He did a bit more analysis of the readings but he gave a sigh of relief, ”I think that will help him pull through.” He said, ”Let us go on.”

And so the doctor went on to patient after patient in the room—most had the same problems with their lungs and livers, and some were more burnt than others, but if she could heal the severe maladies of Malib, she could heal the others, or so Roman believed. He did stray from her side once or twice as nurses came to check on the ill and remarked on how they seemed to be doing better. Roman would merely remark on the wonder of the human condition and how perhaps rest and the absence of pain was helping their bodies recover. He pulled up a few blankets and began to put them on the patients Miss Margaretha had already visited, and as he tucked Malib in, he noticed the boy’s eyes were beginning to move.

The young one stirred and his rather swollen eyes peered open just a bit. Roman hummed just a little and looked just a bit closer. He was about to say hello when the boy was somehow frightened and burst into tears. The doctor recoiled a bit and stuttered—he did occasionally frighten people and he supposed that as the boy was not feeling well and had poor vision at the moment, he would look even more scary than normal. He looked to Miss Margaretha and cleared his throat—what was he to do? He eventually dug around in his pockets and managed to find a honey stick, and tried to offer it to the child, but he did not seem placated by it at all.

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 Posted: May 14 2017, 07:12 AM
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Snow's lips quirked slightly at the doctor's words. While she had always been knowledgeable of the fact that she was powerful, particularly when she had actually been an Archangel, it was rare that she received any confirmation of it. While Snow White was a name that was well known, it was not one that was well believed in. As such, many of the people that she healed could not always heal her and she did not always stick around to see their reactions to her work. Moreover, the world was filled with magical beings who were healers and capable of great feats. Her own actions seemed rather...average, in the long run.

Yet, it was not the praise that pleased Snow. Instead, it was the fact tat she had likely made someone happy. She had never viewed herself as such a person. Margaretha von Waldeck had been a person who had spread pain and suffering. Despite the differences in Snow White, she did not view herself as too different. Was there, she could not help but wonder at times, truly a difference between who she had been and who she was?

"Of course," she said in agreement. The two continued on, moving from patient to patient. The work took a toll upon her magic and she knew that she would need to rest soon afterwards. While healing was not something that she disliked, Snow knew her magic to be something that she should not do in large quantities.

Soon, the two returned to the first patient, Malib. Her lips quirked in a vague amusement, more at the doctor's reaction to the child's distress than anything else. She pursed her lips as he gazed at her briefly. For a moment, the angel considered what to do. She was terrible with children, overall, something which was probably ironic considering that she was a Guardian.. Moreover, the boy probably could not see her, not unless...

Well, it was quite unlikely. Most individuals could not see her brethren, fallen or not. As for her, she was neither fallen or brethren. She was that which held no name. However, perhaps the child might see her and even if he could not he could at least see her actions.

What she did was difficult, particularly because the magic was one that she was still learning. Concentrating her magic, she pushed forth some of her purification magic forward, creating wisps of light that the child should be able to see. They would likely do nothing unless the boy was being harmed by a negative energy. However, she did doubt it. Normally, she sensed things like that. The only reason she would not have was if he was cursed. Nonetheless, it might at least calm the boy.

Probably. It was hard to tell with children.

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