Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-17970636-20151110184818/@comment-27150400-20151110202824

Kalter Varen awoke with a throbbing headache. "Great, first I actually have to fight and now I wake up with this. Concussion is unlikely, though I should keep things from my head all the same. Might take a small does of Paracetamol. ''Tastes like ass though." ''

With a loud groan he opens his eyes and pats his chest. All of his pockets were empty. A moment of panic shoots through him. His medical gear was gone, what good was a medic without his medical tools? Closing his eyes again he counts to eight then checks again. Yup. Gone. The only item he had was in his other hand. A single surgical knife, great now he could at least cut the booboo's away. Letting out a loud sigh he sits up and looks around, only one other person was standing up so far.

"Uhh. He-hey." Stammering a bit he isn't sure what to say, this was a pretty weird situation after all. Looking around he inhales. "Are you okay? I'm Kalter, Medic A class." That was all he could manage out before he looked away.

Standing up he checks his stuff. Scarf, check. Backpack. Empty but check. Putting the scalpel in his jacket he looked about, three other people were outcold, but by his estimation they were all right.