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Ronan had left the day shift to the nurses today, instead coming in for the evening shift with his Art of War compatriots. "So, yeah, I don't know if you guys have been in here before," he said, "so if you have any questions, feel free to ask."

The clinic was open for business. And hopefully wasn't getting any (although Ronan wouldn't object all that much, really, healing people can be terribly exciting).

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So Ino wouldn't yell at him -- and when he started being afraid of teenage blondes, he wasn't sure -- Tyler stopped in after the staff meeting for a once-over, a confirmation that his rib was cracked, and some bandages and painkillers.

He was still a little grumbly about the whole thing when he left.

He is here for all your clinic needs!

When she pings in by royal decree.

Queen Alice's royal schedule opened, and lo, for she descended upon the clinic.

"What is it you do here?" Alice asked, glancing around with some curiosity and a small measure of hesitation. "Besides cure the ill, that is."

If he mentioned the words electroshock therapy she was going to be a blur of Queen Alice, running back to the dorms.

"Healing work," Ronan said, with a smile. "Mostly I stick to lacerations and broken bones, when the patient's willing to accept a magical solution. Not everyone is. Disease and illness are a little more beyond my abilities, but I can definitely alleviate symptoms in those cases, too."

"What sort of magical solution?" she asked, still darting nervous looks into the corners. No straps, no rusted metal trays holding strange instruments. So far, so good. "I mean, why would anyone object? Does it ... change you?"

"... It can," Ronan said, after a careful moment of thought on phrasing. "But then anything in life can change you. No, it's more... I don't think everyone's comfortable with the idea of magic? I think it's more people who come from worlds without it that object, and even then not very many of them do."

"I can see that," she said, mulling it over. "If you were from a world where magic was a very bad thing, it may be hard to adjust. Especially with such a very important matter as one's health."

"Yes, exactly," Ronan agreed. "And also for those who don't have magic back home, or at least are unaware of it, something they don't understand can be just as bad as something they've come to hate."

"Fear is such a strong motivator," she sighed. "It's hardly ever rational, but it can be the loudest voice, some days. Is this hospital only for ... physical injuries?"

Well, that was a telling question.

"I believe we have a psychiatric doctor on staff ~~at least I think that's what Harlequinn is here as~~," Ronan said, "although I've not had the pleasure of meeting her myself. Still, I trust that the clinic wouldn't hire anyone of... dubious methods."

"Of course not," Alice said, not sounding as though she believed it. "Though there's little to be done for madness, really. Do you have visitors often? Patients, I mean, though the other kind as well."

"Luckily, we don't actually get all that many patients," Ronan said. "The people on the island seem to mostly take good care of themselves. That's different, of course, when Fandom likes to... throw things at us. The invasions and such.

"As for other visitors, I don't get as many as I used to; my one regular visitor graduated back in the spring."

"Oh?" she asked. "I'm sorry to hear that. Who was it? I doubt I would know him; I only arrived here in May myself."

She shuddered. "I can imagine some were in need of ... clinic services, after our Vice-Principal turned evil, and again when those strange others arrived this fall."

"My friend Isabel," Ronan explained. "And yeah, it's things like that. And the occasional 'it sounded like a good idea at the time' event."

"Dark experiments, or daring bets with sharp objects?" she laughed.

When he magics himself up a ping!

Tony's here! He brought his laptop today and he's studying a water purification spell.

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Ronan glanced over when he got bored with filing. "What's that you're looking at?" he asked, looking at the header. "Water purification?"

Tony nodded. "We had this discussion yesterday in Leadership class about who gets to survive in a bomb shelter with limited supplies. I can't create food and water with magic, but I figure this is the next best thing."

"Huh," Ronan said, moving closer. "Can I see? I don't know if yours is anything like mine, but I might have some ideas."

[Would Tony be surprised that Ronan can see what's on the screen?]

"Sure," Tony said. He turned the laptop towards Ronan. "I'd like to see how your magic does it."

[Nah, he knows Ronan's a wizard. Though Alice would only see a game of spider solitaire on the screen, should she choose to look.]

Ronan took a look at the information on the screen. "... Completely different from this," he said, after a moment. He pulled over a pad of paper and a pencil and began sketching out the rough form of a spell circle. "Mine would be more like... this," he said, drawing out everything but the wizard's knot. His name wasn't in it, either; it was a framework, not a complete spell.

[... I fail at remembering what people do or do not know about each other. ^^;; ]

Tony tilted his head at the drawing. "... yeah, totally different. How does it work?"

"Well, this section here," Ronan began, pointing one of the inner circles, "is the definition for pure water. Here you have the definition for the impurities; I've sketched out a rough idea of what it could be, but you'd really need to know a little more specifically what's in the water for the full spell. Your name goes here," and he marked out the empty space in the outer circle where it would go in the full spell, "and then you'd tie it off with the wizard's knot. And then you'd speak it. It's a bit of a brute force solution, really, but it would work. You'd need somewhere to put the waste when you get it out, though; this'll just make the water reject the impurities, so they rise to the top or sink to the bottom."

Tony studied the circles. "Okay, I don't get this thing," he said, tapping the paper, "but I think I see what you mean. You got some water here?"

Ronan nodded, getting up to grab a glass of water from the tap. "Of course. Any ideas what we could use as an impurity?"

"It's your clinic," Tony pointed out.

"Well, we can just try salt, to start," Ronan offered. "It would be a simple enough substance to get out of it."

"Also safe to drink if it doesn't work," Tony said. "You have salt around here somewhere?"

Ronan pulled some fast-food packets of salt out of his backpack. "Never leave home without 'em," he said, with a bit of a smirk. He dumped them unceremoniously into the water.

Tony studied the laptop's information, then focused on the water and spoke the words of the spell. He tried to feel the energy of the salt, planning to lift it out of the water. He could feel the water and the salt as separate things. While staying aware of the water, he concentrated on pulling the salt away from it.

He had a grasp on the salt! He tugged at it gently, but the water clung to it. He frowned, focused harder, and pulled.

The glass exploded. A chunk of it lodged in Tony's forearm. "Fuck!"

"Maybe later," Ronan said, absently, even as he was leaning forward. "May I?" he asked, glancing up at Tony's face, even as he was reaching to his bag for his healer's blade.

"Please," Tony said, mentally kicking himself for screwing up in front of Ronan. And also, OW. "That wasn't what I'd planned," he added.

"I rather figured not," Ronan said, smiling softly. A quick slice on his palm along the old scar was enough to bring the spell to perfect clarity in his mind, so associated now were the two acts. He carefully pulled the shard of glass out with his right hand before bringing his left, bloody hand over to the wound and starting the spell. Liquid syllables came forth from his lips; before long, both wounds were healed to the point of old scars, Tony's arm sealed up just as Ronan's hand was once again.

Ronan sat down rather abruptly. "... That does rather take it out of one," he said.

"Thanks," Tony said. He poked at the faint scar on his arm, but it seemed completely healed. "That's pretty damn impressive. Though," he hesitated, "do you have to do the thing with the blood each time?"

"Pain for pain," Ronan said, "and healing requires blood. Not all my spells, and not even all healing spells, but..." He shrugged. "I'm clean, though, if that's what you're worried about. And even if I weren't, there's no chance of anything getting through the spell."

"Good," Tony said. "I mean, I wasn't worried," okay, maybe a little, "but it's good to know." And 'pain for pain' - that made sense, with what Tony understood of magic theory. Everything has a price.

Alice jumped when the glass exploded. "Was it supposed to do that?"

"Definitely not," Tony said. "I was trying to separate the salt from the water. Are you okay? Did any of it get you?"

"I'm all right," she said, brushing her arms off and freeing a few errant small specks of glass. "A little panicked, but unhurt. I would have thought there were easier ways to separate salt from water."

"Probably are," Tony said. "But if I ever get stuck somewhere without clean water, I want to be able to do something. I'm really sorry."

"It's fine," she said, giving him a reassuring smile. "I've had worse, I promise you, and for less reason. Are you all right?"

"Fine now," Tony said, looking at the faint mark on his arm where a shard of glass had been a few minutes ago. "Ronan fixed me up."

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