Ravenia Rose

|End Point|
Ravenia's Home

Ravenia sighed in happiness at the familiarity of Tobias pressed against her. Admittedly, this was something that she had been missing for a long time. She almost protested when he pulled back from her but decided to not push it. She nodded to both Marcus and Tobias as she took the tea cup from Tobias. With cup of tea in hand she returned to her sitting position and breathing deeply the scent of the tea that Marcus had chosen. It was a favorite of hers and she hummed in appreciation as she took a sip from the drink.

"Thank you, Marcus." She said with a small smile towards her Gate Keeper. He had definitely made a good choice. Taking another sip she placed the cup of tea carefully on the table beside her and looked back to the two men. "I don't even know how to process anymore. I don't sleep. I don't eat. I feel like a zombie most days. There's some days that I turn in to a raven and just want to take off across the Waste. I don't know how the Mothers before me did it. They made it look so easy. Though, I suppose back then the worst we had to worry about was just Walkers." Ravenia said as she leaned back in her seat, gathering her long hair all over her left shoulder to keep from leaning back against it.

It was true though. In the history of the Paradise Lands there hadn't been an event recorded quite like the Three Day war. Sure, there had been some pretty rough walker attacks but they didn't compare to the deaths that were caused, or the scars that were left, by the Three Day War.

Julius Iron-Root

|End Point|
The Medical Center

Tank looked to Cynthia as she introduced herself. He nodded his head and spoke. "I'm Julius Iron-Root. Most call me Tank, though." His attention was diverted though as Nic walked in. Julius sent him a withering look as he whipped out the porno mag and just rolled his eyes as he complained about how Tobias had ruined it.

Normally, Tank would have been pretty pissed about Nic asking about Ravenia like that but he just sneered at the smaller man. "I'm highly doubtful that Ravenia needs anything from the likes of you. You may have a past with my sister but that's all it is, a past. If you can see, that's the reason why Tobias is in her house right now and you're not." Julius said as he motioned for Nic to look around to see if he could see where Tobias was.

"Yes, Landers have priority, you dumb ass. As in, Paradise Landers, they get priority over anybody that comes in off of the Waste that's not critically injured. Besides, we don't even have a doctor named Landers, asshole." The larger man said as he sneered at his sister's ex. The two hated each other and neither kept it hidden.

"Cynthia, meet Nic. He's our local idiot."

With little effort, Cynthia was able to catch the bottle that the loud-mouthed and "most likely to be drunk almost all hours of the day" one had thrown to her. She took a look at it and placed it down on the ground, her index and middle fingers hooking around the very top of the bottle so it would touch the floor without any airtime. She didn't care too much about one of the doctor's porn cache. Like most others, she took had attractions to people, but she cared more about her guns and weapons than actual people. Fixing problems with guns with personalities was much easier than fixing problems with people.

As she listened in on the pseudo-conversation that Tank and Nic were having, she cast the latter one an innocent look as he feet dangled from the edge of the bed. "So The Mother's also good at acting?" She turned to one of the walls and chuckled silently to herself. "Wow, I knew she was a badass with chops, but that..." She then shrugged to herself, casting another glance at Nic before looking to Tank. "Nevermind." She stated simply. "Booze and disparity can make anyone see an amateur as a porn star. She probably didn't even need to act." She waved her hand and smiled to both the people in the room with her and herself. Once more she chuckled, her eyes flickering to the door just moments before a woman in a white coat walked in and set a little clipboard down.

The woman looked to the two men in the room expectantly. "I'm here for the evaluation, boys." She then looked to Cynthia, who smiled that childish smile of hers while the doctor ushered Nic and Tank out. "You're not missing anything, Mister Cale. I'm sure that Mister Iron-Root can escort you to the nearest ashtray or open bottle."

Before Tank could feel too good about Nic being pressed on by two people, the doctor looked to Tank and shot him a smirk, her fingers moving to play with the little tag that hung at the breast of her coat. "And what were you saying about a Doctor Landers? Are you implying that I don't live and work here just as you do?"

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It was a start, Marcus made sure to have that stated within his mind. Ravenia let them in to talk. After quite some time of badgering, bickering, persuading, and bugging, but she did let them in. Now she was drinking tea. With the tea settling in her stomach, her body would realize that it needed more of something, and that was where the food came in. Once she ate food, the body would decide that it needed to burn and store the nutrients in some way, shape or form, which is where sleeping came into play. Julias, Tobias, The Harpies, Marcus needed everyone in to help Ravenia on her road to recovery. Of course, Tobias would have to do most of the talking, and the walking since Marcus needed to keep an eye on the gate as much as he could. Now was the exception, but the only exception as far as he could see. He didn't want her to see that they didn't need her anymore, Marcus wanted Ravenia to see that she was allowed to rest, allowed to eat, drink, care worry, win, and lose, just like everyone else. She was still a person, and she deserved all of those things just as he and Tobias did.