#unituo

Shinra  was smiling. It was probably inappropriate giving his surroundings, but he thought it best to maintain a positive attitude no matter what the situation. Even with the city starting to tear itself apart around him. On the positive side, with all these injured people Shinra could be a great help. He was a doctor after all. On the negative side, the one he was ignoring right now, Shinra was also quite squishy and could easily be one of the next injured.

 That was something he realized just as he began to flee, mouth smiling wide with exhilaration as one of the attackers turned on him. “You know, it’s bad manners to shoot the medic,” He said backing up with his hands up when the man approached him. When he didn’t respond, Shinra simply tilted his head, “Oh well, I suppose that won’t dissuade you.”

He took two steps forward like he might actually fight back, but that was just a feint so he could pick up his first aid kit. The moment he had it, he split off in the opposite direction. Shinra was not at all an athletic or graceful runner though, and soon he tripped head over heel and spun over a couple of times. It must have been comical to look at. Shinra hoped at least somebody in this city would appreciate his boke moment. He got up on his knees and crawled a few paces. Just enough to reach his medical case, and snatch it up again. 

He hadn’t noticed until then, but there was a kid near where he had fallen. Shinra got to his feet, his body was obviously too stressed, scrawny, squishy, too normal for this abnormal situation. He was shaking, but his smile wasn’t, as he looked at the kid. “Oh, are you injured too?” He asked, “Shinra Kishitani medical services, I’m running a special sale right now, free in the event of city wide emergencies!” With that he posed with his arms wide to show that he was alright. 

===> EXAMINE BOOTS

A pair of boots. Nothing too remarkable about them, save for their steel toes and that the raven black leather looks well cared for despite being worn a little thin from use. Too often you see leather left to dry out and crack without being properly conditioned. Sad to think about in conjunction to the creatures that gave it up, unless it’s faux. Always a possibility. You’re not too sure why you’re dwelling on this, or why you’ve been eyeing the stray footwear for as long as you have.

===> EQUIP BOOTS

What the h– why? There’s no telling who’s been in these. Could be a swamp monster or something unfortunate from Sector 2 for all you know.

===> EQUIP BOOTS

Ugh, fine. God.

Upon trying them on, you’re relieved to discover that nothing undesirable is camping out in them to devour your flesh, but you also find that they’re at least two sizes too large for you. That’s impressive, actually. Growing up, your own feet had to develop at a pace comparable to the rest of your 6'4" frame in order to support it. Not to say they’re huge by any means, but still. And whatever you dress them in, you always have to search for something with extra wiggle room to accommodate your clawed toes. Needless to say it’s rare to come across something that’s too big as opposed to small.

===> UNEQUIP BOOTS

The boy. In the thick of the fight he stands, tussling with a pair of powered citizens who seem intent on reaching the pair of children that cling to each other in fear behind their sole defender. It’s strange. How something awakens within him at the sight, a drive to to move from the rooftop and throw himself into the fray. But he resists. Adam resists, a bystander among the bloody feud, until keen eyes move from the boy to another powered civilian approaching quickly from behind, hands glowing with magic flames.

And the resistance crumbles. Almost instinctually Adam jolts from the rooftop, unsheathing his blade mid-jump to strike at the man’s neck. Head falls from his shoulders and at once the flames that leap from his hands are extinguished. The faunus lands between the boy and the couple he protects from the onslaught, then rolling to his feet and sheathing his blade in a single, elegant motion.

But there’s no time for words. Not yet. There remains two, four, six of the thugs devoted to the destruction of the boy and his party, though two of them fall to the bang bang of the faunus’ gun, bullets aimed precisely for the middle of their skulls with no hesitance nor mercy.

Once more, it seems, the boy and the faunus are the unlikeliest of allies.

self care/first aid habits

bel is a genius who knows a lot about the human body/health topics. he is an assassin who uses poisons and all that after all. the varia missions are also high demand and requires its members to be at their best.

all of that said, however, bel is their most reckless member. his sleep patterns are a complete mess and it’s a miracle he has all that energy he does, opting to cap nap sporadically throughout the day instead of a straight eight hours when left on his own. though, luckily, his diet has improved over the years and he’s rather healthy there

when it comes to first air, though, he doesn’t do so himself. this is due to the fact the sight of his own blood just sends him into killer mode. thank god for varia medical team patching him up once he knocked out/ran out of energy. he’ll likely search for a medic in citta to take their place here...

TO: JAKE ENGLISH. ( @unituo. ) FROM: UNKNOWN SENDER.

[ TEXT ] hey... [ TEXT ] u free today? [ TEXT ] i miss ur cute lil face

        You hadn’t been a good friend lately and it was becoming painfully obvious to you. it was time to take some major steps in the right direction and you were gonna start with the og crew, obviously. you figured showing jake that you were still around whenever he needed a listening ear or just someone to hang with was a good first step.