Scene #2557: Bahamut actually goes to medical

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Bahamut	After the unexpected battle in defense of Kyra, Bahamut has come to Union medical. Usually he does not bother, since his own healers can handle most anything he might encounter. But, this was a Malboro, one of the worst enemies one can face. Not because they are deadly, which they are, but because of the many different status effects they can throw at you. Bahamut is still feeling the effects of poison, blindness, and slow. There could be others, but he isn't aware of them. The big dragon is currently seated on a bed normally meant for Cybertronians while he is bandaged about his chest. The bandaging is taking a while because it looks like Bahamut was up to his ribs in a shark's mouth. Blood still colors some of his metallic plates, and he is growling softly against the pain.
Bertram Silent	The man who comes walking into the room in white robes and with a rather weaponlike staff is briefly surprised when he sees the dragon, his eyes widening, but then he gets closer, and he starts casting Esuna. "You got yourself into quite the fight, didn't you?" Bertam starts up a conversation while he works the magic, "Malboros are nasty critters, so I don't blame you for getting a little beat up, of course." Magic starts to flow into Bahamut, soothing pleasant magic that speeds up and strengthens Bahamut's own ability to expunge the remnants of that foul breath. "I'm Bertram Silent, a White Mage from Eorzea." His spell finishes, and he approaches the dragon, taking a good look at the wounds in front of him, and then he starts to cast another spell, this time it's a high level cure.
Bahamut	Bahamut's pain slowly subsides as the poisons and the damage are healed. He chuckles at the statement of the obvious, then grins lightly. "Eorzea. Then, are you embroiled in that bitter war with the Garlean Empire? I faced their general in combat. What was his name...Gaius van Vaelsar, I believe. Or, are you from some other Eorzea?" Bahamut relaxes when his wounds are healed somewhat, though the bandaging by one of the nurses continues. "I am Bahamut, King of the Spiran Dragons and Aeon of Bevelle. I thank you, Bertram Silent, for your assistance."
Bertram Silent	"I have been involved in a war with a Garlean Empire, whose troops in Eorzea are led by a Legatus Gaius Van Baelsar." Bertram agrees, without going into details about the specifics of his involvement. "I believe it's a different but similar Eorzea. I couldn't tell you about the details, I'm afraid." When Bahamut reveals his name, Bertram blinks, and instinctively steps back. "Sorry." He steps forward, "That name has a sour note in Eorzean history, I'm sure it has nothing to do with you, and I almost certainly just overreacted." He checks the work of the nurses, just because he doesn't know them and wants to be sure.
Bahamut	Bahamut simple chuckles at Bertram's reaction. "Think nothing of it. I have experienced many overractions to my presense. Yours is by far the least dramatic." he says, then rumbles as the nurse finishes wraping. "Thank you." he tells the nurse, who nods and leaves. "So, there is another Eorzea. It is not surprising, I suppose, but I always find myself wondering how such similar worlds unify." He then looks at Bertram again. "As I understand it, a dragon by the name of Bahamut destroyed much of your world in the midst of a war. I have heard little more than that."
Bertram Silent	"Yes, the Primal Bahamut was brought down by the Garleans. It was about five years ago, or so we believe. People's memory of those days is a little fuzzy. We still don't know why." Bertram seems satisfied with his work, and starts writing down a few notes. "You'll still need a bit to recover, but it shouldn't be too long. I'm giving the nurses some instructions on a brief diet that will help with any remaining traces of the Malboro's maladorous breath."
Bahamut	Bahamut nods lightly as he listens. "I see. Does anyone know why he unleashed his wrath on your world?" he asks before watching as the notes are made. "Hmm. A diet that reduces the effects of the Malboro's breath. That might be useful for regions with natural Malboro populations." he says, then slowly goes to stand. He grows a bit, but seems able to stand. And when he is standing, he is a bit imposing. 15 feet of metallic dragon with a large wingspan and rending claws. "But, I will not be staying. My temple has all the supplies I need to recover."
Bertram Silent	"As far as I know, there's no reason beyond that he's a Primal, and those tend to..." Bertram struggles to find a way to phrase it politely, "be somewhat lacking in subtlety when expressing their emotions, and he was just freed from a prison that had held him for a long, long time." He writes down the dietary instructions again, this time without using medical shorthand and while making sure it's properly legible. "Here's the notes then, for your own perusal." He holds out the notes, and then, "Uh. Is there somewhere I can place it that will let you carry it more easily?"
Bahamut	Bahamut shakes his head, a light smirk on his face. "I have ordered custom satchels, but so far they have not arrived." he says. He carefully takes the notes in his claws, then heads toward the door. "Thank you again for your assistance, Bertram. If you wish, you are welcome to visit my temple in Spira."