Arcin entered her room on the 4th floor Saisako jumped down from her shoulders and begun to race around the rooms. Arcin threw off her shoes, closing the curtain before she slowly made her way to the bed before collapsing however doing that caused her injuries to hurt. Arcin groaned and rolled to her back and sat up. After a few seconds of relaxing giving her a chance to finally relax after 2 days of walking.
Arcin let out an annoyed groan forcing her to sit up before standing up to pulled over a small table next to her to be her 'workspace'. She unclipped the cloak that was around her shoulder's letting it fall to the bed, slowly she removed the bandages that were covering her wounds. Her body was covered in cuts and bullet holes from when she was escaping from the mafia-like group. A fair number of wounds had begun to coagulate (stopped bleeding), while a few were open and actively bleeding. She looked over at the bracelet on her left wrist and begun to scroll through her inventory till she found a first aid kit and med box taking both things out placing them on the table before looking at the state of her injuries.
She clicked her tongue seeing some of the extents of the injuries along with the state of her clothing. Arcin knew she was a mess and needed to wash up with the dried blood and dirt that cling to her skin and clothing. She slowly removed her clothing dropping the blood-crusted and torn clothes to the ground. Arcin knew it was luck that she didn't have a major infection of something with her injuries but there was something she was more worried about than infection.
'I was shot a few times back then. I don't want the bullet to travel. So I should make sure to remove any bullet that is left in my wounds.' Arcin thought as she made her way to the bathroom and begun to take a shower.
Turning on the water to a slightly warm temperature before activating the showerhead feeling as the water begun to hit her skin and hair she tilted her head up to feel the refreshing water hit her face. With some of the water travelling down her skin some of the not dry dirt, blood, and grim were starting to get washed off.
The warm was slightly relaxed her tense muscles she looked down at her right wrist at the tattoo before looking down at her left leg. Unlike all the other scars she had this was the only one that remained. It was a large scar that she couldn't clearly remember how she got it. Whenever she tried her head hurt and her mind became fuzzy. She's had for as long as she can remember few people know about this scar. The consensus they had reached was that the injury occurred back when she was kidnapped when she was younger.
Arcin never thought of it before but she remembered a certain drug that was made by the Harlend group that was not approved by the medical board. It an effect on the mind it could also affect memories. 'They couldn't have done that when I was a kid right… no… no. They very well could have. I thought 'he' saved me that day… after all that was what they told me but could that have been a lie? Even back then I was a valuable 'comity' since I was the young heir of the Lynch clan and Trandecient cooperation.
'Damn it… if that's the case not only have I been manipulated to some degree there is another issue. Sigh… I don't want to think more about this at the moment. But when I return to Terra I'll have some serious work to do. Those darn Harlend's taking advantage of the situation. I was just lucky that they clearly were not completely successful for some reason.
'There are many things to be concerned with now that I'm actually thinking clearly.' Arcin thought hitting her fist against the wall of the shower slightly. Letting out a sigh to bring her emotions back in control she focused on the task at hand to ignore the emotional pain she was feeling after everything that happened.
Arcin grabbed a facecloth and the bar of soap and begun to clean off all that was still stuck to her body. As she cleaned off the water at her feet was dyed a red-brown colour from all the blood and dirt. When she was done she lightly dried her body wrapped a towel around herself and her hair before going out to the room and sitting on the bed letting the towel around her body fall on top of the cloak. After getting all set up she put on a pair of lax gloves that were in the med box. With the gloves on her hands, she began to digger her figures into her wounds to check for bullets that remained in the wounds.
Having to reopen most of the wounds she gritted her teeth and bit her tongue in order to ignore the pain that her body felt as she did this as no only did she have to reopen some wounds. With a pair of sterile forceps she went into the wounds she found had bullets embedded inside dropping the bullets into a small plastic bag her free hand that was holding. In the end, she pulled out 6 bullets and 4 shards of metal from stripped bullets.
She placed the bag of metal on to her cloak next to her and the forceps into the bag as well before pulling out the bag and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. With a square of gauze in one hand and the open bottle of alcohol in the other, she began to wipe the wounds clean with the alcohol covered gaze. She could feel the wounds sting as the alcohol touched the open wound. After cleaning the wound she applied antibacterial and heal-inducing cream on the wounds before wrapping them back up with gauze.
With her injuries taken care of, she began to go through the inventory of items in the bracelet. 'Since I can't use those clothes anymore I need another outfit.' Arcin thought as she began to scroll through the inventory. She eventually picked out an outfit that mainly consists of black colouration. Pulling the black t-shirt, and pants that showed off her full figure. She was surprised despite her growing taller her clothing still fit but that was due to Animus, she also put on the few pieces of jewelry back on and the items that Animus gave her.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She was a few centimetres taller and her features were much more defined, all but the scar on her leg was gone as well. Anyone that knew her well would recognize however she looked more beautiful and not easy to recognize her current self to her old self. With shoulder-length dark copper brown hair with rose gold ombre highlights and her crystal white silver eyes with an ice blue ring around her iris, for a moment she thought she was a model. Healthy slim body and gorgeous features if she was in high school more than likely she would have a lineup of boys for her looks alone. She had become like an enthraling beauty.
'Wow… Animus likes good looking people. Like people told me I didn't look back before… now even I have to admit it. I'm hot.' Arcin thought as she turned in the mirror. Her once reddish brown hair became more like her father's hair with her mother's hair colour as highlights, and her dark silver eyes became like the colour representation of the spirit element with my own 'ice queen' style around the iris.
"Sigh... though Animus has told me what I need to do and somethings about this world. I have a sneaking suspicion she's bad at explaining things simply like me. Cause I'm still confused."
[You are quite right about that.]