Kiss the Boo-Boos, Make Them Better

[Edgar]

January 17th

"Hmmm hm-hm hmm hmmm," Edgar hummed darkly while scribbling on a sheet of paper pinned to a board. He was going along the infirmary checking on the injured ghazi from the skirmish in Australia. It had been a week since the event and anyone who had been injured had been attended to. The ones who wouldn't heal so soon were here. With him. Goodie~

He continued with a dark tune, it would sound child-like, possibly like a nursery rhyme, if the man humming it wasn't an utterly terrifying being. Nothing seemed innocent or child-like about the Jerrah-bashi Edgar Dross. Well, except perhaps the childish glee with which he treated people as his toys...

"Temperature at 38°, hmm?" Edgar clicked his tongue a few times in a tut-tut, "That won't do, we'll have to get that fever down."

Edgar made a note on his clip board, then winked back at the injured ghazi in the bed, "I have just the thing..."

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Experiment 228 was NOT a happy camper. He had barely set his claws on the ground when an Eastern brown snake bit him on the leg - which was completely unprovoked! It was not like he meant to melt its nest. Okay, he did but still!

So Melty had to spend the majority of the combat in Edgar's care, missing out on the opportunity to melt Freedom Fighters and Rogues to an unrecognizable sludge - much to the dragon-like experiment's disappointment. And to add insult to injury, the illegal genetic experiment had come down with a high fever and had to remain in the hospital wing way longer than he wanted.

It had been seven long days, and Melty just about had it. He wanted OUT.

"Naga-takabah!" Melty spat in Tantalog. He crossed his arms as though he were a child that had just been sent to his room. "Meega-o-itume!" 

[Claude Frollo]

It was not very long before Frollo walked into the.... clinic. This had been his first look around and he was interested in seeing the 'head surgeon' as he calls himself...
As Frollo had learned from the other riftraff around here that Edgar instills a certain level of freakiness that is to be avoided. However with Frollo being the only other healer (in some fashion), He felt he should at least meet who would be his new underling.
"Surgeon! Where are you? We need to talk." Frollo said at the opening of the door.

[Edgar]

"Hm?" Edgar looked back at the fussy experiment, then sighed, "Gaba ika tasoopa?"

He waggled the thermometer at experiment 228 and speaking his own language with out so much as blinking, "I'm sorry you had to miss all the action, but throwing tantrums won't get you out of here any faster." 

Even though it was known that the Jerrah-bashi was a man of many talents, it was still a mystery as to how he learned to speak Tantalog, or how fluently. What else about the various beings in space, and Jumba's experiments could Edgar possibly know? Enough to tell the natural body temperature of Melty at least. Otherwise he wouldn't have been able to identify the fever.

"Now, be good a-"

"Surgeon! Where are you? We need to talk."

Edgar's blood red and eerily round eyes flicked up towards the entrance of the infirmary and the commanding voice that resounded from it. It wasn't often he had willing visitors calling for him!

"Iki boh boh," Edgar pointed firmly down at the floor, then glided to the entrance.

"Why hello! To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from the esteemed Overseer Claude Frollo??" his voice was so saccharine sweet, it practically oozed in ingratiating dollops falling heavily from his lips. Bizarrely... he some how made it sound utterly sincere.

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Melty's jaw dropped. He was so used to people not understanding him that Edgar's proficiency in Tantalog had completely caught him off guard. "Blitznak." 

He saw Edgar wag a thermometer and looked at him uncertainly before growling threateningly, hackles raised in warning as the creepy jerrah-bashi closed in on him. "Goocha! Meega-o-itume!" he repeated. "Naga! Na-!"

Oh thank goodness! Frollo had come at just the right time!

"Okie-taka," Melty pouted when Edgar ordered him to stay put. He had nowhere to scamper off to anyway!

[Claude Frollo]

Frollo looked and the man in front of him. He saw now why people said to avoid him. But it didn't bother him at all. At looking at Edgar, He saw the mirror of Quasimodo. His 'son' that was deformed and thus people treated like a freak. All those old memories began to resurface and he still felt he did the right thing for Quasimodo's sake anyway. Just as it seems to be the case with Edgar.

Frollo walked into the clinic and looked around. "I assume you are the only one staffed here? If so this makes this easier. From this point on, you are to make daily reports to me on patients and those other wretches who come in. If anyone extremely injured or an injured overseer comes in you will bring them to me IMMEDIATELY. Do I make myself clear?"

[Edgar]

Edgar stepped back allowing Frollo room to look about the infirmary. The Jerrah-bashi folded his arms behind his back and waited, all with a pleasant smile. Or... as pleasant of a smile as Edgar could give anyway. At least he wasn't flashing his crooked allotment of teeth.

"I assume you are the only one staffed here? If so this makes this easier. From this point on, you are to make daily reports to me on patients and those other wretches who come in. If anyone extremely injured or an injured overseer comes in you will bring them to me IMMEDIATELY. Do I make myself clear?"

Hm, Edgar wondered if perhaps Frollo didn't trust him to do his job. Of course not many people trusted Edgar with anything so he didn't take it personally. In fact, he might learn a lot from observing the Overseer. So, all things considered he really couldn't complain.

Edgar's hands shifted forward and he clasped them together, "Why, I think that's perfectly reasonable. I look forward to working for you, Frollo. I hope I can learn much under your service."

Edgar's smile didn't waver as he kissed Frollo's ass.

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From his cot, the small dragon tilted his head. What was even going on? Why was Frollo so gung ho about Edgar's patients? As far as Melty knew, Edgar was the only Blackblood who had the credentials to be the chief surgeon - the jerrah-bashi. Frollo, on the other hand, was just an overseer. Overseers usually don't work in the infirmary.

"Bah!" Melty stuck his tongue out. It was bad enough having Edgar as their only medic. Overseers were too aggressive and callous to be good healers. Frollo should not have a say when it came to the injured.

Edgar was unnervingly composed in spite of Frollo's hostility. Melty found that odd. Had he been in Edgar's position, he would have already melted the old "ika patootie" to a slushy.

Melty cupped his claws. "Yu porma dissy!" he taunted from behind Edgar. Mocking an overseer was the fastest way to land in hot water, but Melty had already made a game of deriding them because not one of them knew Tantalog.

[Claude Frollo]

Frollo was not unfamiliar with the Brown noser type of people.  But Edgar threw him for a loop. Frollo Composed himself "Ahem... Very well. I will also need books on some Medical practices of today. " It was at that point Frollo heard the alien language of Experiment 228. While he did get a Small intro to them from before, He could not tell what the thing said. Frollo walked past Edgar and in front of the bed.


Frollo looked down and read his chart. "Hm, Injury by snake bite and Sickness... Edgar, Do you understand this... things' language? I wish to give it a choice." 

[Edgar]

Edgar turned to Melty and nodded his head in agreement, "Emba-chua..."

In spite of his calm demeanor and placid acceptance of Frollo's commandeering of his authority, Edgar actually did think Frollo was a bit of a schmuck. No one could hide it better than Edgar, though. He'd bow to Frollo's orders, observe and behave for as long as it behooved him to do so. Given a chance, though, he'd back stab the man with out so much as blink of his beady red eyes.

"As you can see, sir, I can," Edgar nodded, and even gave a small little bow at his waist towards Frollo, "I'll happily translate what Melty says for you. But he can understand your words just fine, sir."

Edgar gave the experiment a little nod, a covert sign of camaraderie. Edgar will say whatever Melty wants him to say to Frollo. Edgar didn't owe Frollo anything. He was definitely an ika patootie.