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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 8, 2018 18:28:46 GMT -8
/Cross/
"Mhmm, aye, and you're not supposed to drag the elderly from their bedchambers without good reason." He scolded stiffly with a stiff jaw as he looked ahead and rubbed his thumbs over the Raven's skull of his cane. The more he plod on with the insufferable boy, the more likely he felt to just prick him on an artery and leave him to die.
It was a sweet enough fantasy to suffer a bit more, he supposed.
"I might just surprise you when we say something about it in the Hall." He haphazardly duelled the boy's words with a hum and an idle tap of his cane on the cobblestones.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 8, 2018 18:32:33 GMT -8
"There is a good reason." Meriwether insisted with an indignant frown at the Tall Doctor.
It was almost tempting to lay all the information on Cross right then and there. Almost.
"What'll you surprise me about...?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 9, 2018 2:50:51 GMT -8
/Cross/
"...Good Reason? Mmm... Hmmm..." Cross pondered, chewing on the word almost audibly as he sniffed and his sneering distaste for Meriwether's insistence became evermore palpable.
"... Oh, well... Surprise you?" He remarked, looking to him as if the thought had just struck him.
"Give me a Good Reason to spoil things before your... Interrogation." Cross seemed to have to hold himself back from some particular word in that sentence, punctuated only by the wet sucking of his lips as he held himself at bay. He scoffed then and shook his head, muttering something under his breath.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 9, 2018 3:30:19 GMT -8
Meriwether thought on this for all the moments before he made to push open the door to the outside, leaving it open for the doctor to follow through.
"So I know you're not a liar, mostly." He waited on the steps outside.
"It'll make the questioning lots easier."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 9, 2018 3:37:34 GMT -8
/Cross/
"Only desperate fools blubber random truths before they're questioned. And I am no fool." He grumbled on behind Meriwether, sighing as he hunched low for the Sanitarium door and left its familiar and precise confines. Granted, its dreary air was poor for his humors... It was about time to get some fresh air. Relatively, fresh air.
He adjusted his mask and stifled a yawn before going on, "I guarded an Observatory before I was a Doctor." He explained drearily.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 19, 2018 17:28:49 GMT -8
Florence sat as still as stone on one of the benches, hands folded in her lap as her mask vacantly stared forward, unfidgeting and unmoving. A concerned clerk asked her if she needed something, to which Florence answered with a flat 'no' and that she was simply waiting on someone.
The discomforted clerk chose not to probe further and instead tried to ignore the veritable scarecrow in the lobby.
Florence waited onwards.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 20, 2018 9:53:11 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With a sigh, he trudged up the Sanitarium steps and wrapped his fingers about the handle of the looming structure. Its chilly inhabitants and grim demeanor could be felt by its mere shadow; even the Abbey, perched upon its stony pedestal above the graves, struggled to rise above the seemingly ever towering sight of the Sanitarium.
At times, he rather preferred the ramblings of a preacher over a professor, if but because the preacher could be definitively wrong whereas the professor...
... His idle musings had him stay there, locked with his fist about the door's grip for a time, before he huffed and pushed onwards and inwards into the sharp confines of the Sanitarium.
It was rather easy to spy Florence, sat upon a chair in the lobby with such absent awareness it was almost pretentious. Even if she did nothing, that very nothing had her look like she owned the damned establishment. A prospect he struggled to conclude as he strode over to her with a wave of his hand,
"Hello there, Florence." He greeted with a beleaguered hum and tune. Lekalis knew the task ahead was far from an appetizing one; facing Doctor Cross meant more than just facing some old withered man with a fetish for rats... It meant facing a part of his past. A past he'd long left behind, a past he'd been free of for what felt like a few sweet short moments.
The Ex-Lord's eyes lingered on Florence's mask, before he held out a hand for her to take to rise.
"Shall we..?" He inquired with a quick smile and a bow of the brow. If there was anyone he'd rather take with him on the journey, however, it would be Florence; the woman who'd rather saved his life on his first tepid steps in his new Life, here, in the Hamlet. The Ghoul's scar still sizzled with a phantom pain, though Florence's stitching had been rather flawless, Lekalis knew the memories were burned deep...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 21, 2018 20:53:45 GMT -8
"Oh, yes. I have a great many complaints to deliver to Cross."
To anyone, the Crowgazer's tone was flat and passionless. But it brought her joy to see Lekalis again, to see him healthy with a flush face and bright, clear eyes.
There was a simple joy in her voice that Lekalis might hear.
She took his hand and rose.
"I believe I do not have to write notes for him anymore. I am glad for this."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 22, 2018 0:03:47 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
His lips quirked in a half-wise smile as she spoke, amused in her wording,
"Complaints indeed." Lekalis bowed his head kindly to Florence as he felt a frustratingly familiar skip in his heart as she took his hand. Even so gloved, Lekalis could still imagine Florence's dexterous digits and doctorly practice... He pondered if he'd a lust for women with good articulation.
"I'm glad we won't be needing that old coot anymore either." He remarked, giving Florence's hand a quick squeeze as he cast his eyes down to it. Lekalis ran his thumb over her knuckles and quirked a frown and a furrowed brow before he moved his gaze up and off to the various corridors of the Sanitarium. Like so many frozen veins of a corpse.
"He rather ruined our dinner last time... Do you still remember that night? We'd cheese, mutton, bread..." Lekalis' voice trailed off as he let go of Florence's hand to motion off to the various hallways.
"... Lead the way?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 29, 2018 3:57:40 GMT -8
Florence's hand still held the form as though it were locked with Lekalis's, fingers curled about an invisible hand.
Slowly, it found a more comfortable position at her side as she slowly lead the way.
"It did not ruin my dinner." She shrugged stiffly as she walked along leisurely, as though they were not about to confront an unstable not-doctor.
"I enjoyed it. It was a good dinner." She affirmed.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 29, 2018 14:21:21 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Oh, it didn't, did it?" He mused cheekily as he noted Florence's lingering hand for a moment, before he cleared his throat and nodded again, watching her walk on and past him towards the presumed correct path.
"Why's that?.. If I ever find an old mumbling bird of a man in my room, a dinner's more like to be ruined than anything." He scoffed, shaking his head as he followed her down the corridor. A few nurses and other miscellaneous staff paid them a half-glance but little more; Florence's garb no doubt dissuaded any queries.
His eyes kept glancing to Florence's hand, though, as he walked comfortably close to her; in the end, he gave in and made to curl his little finger about one of hers.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 30, 2018 21:47:17 GMT -8
"The intent was to consume dinner in your presence." Answered Florence easily, without hesitance; she did not contemplate it very intensely. Instead, her focus was on counting the windows down the hall.
She remembered the way from previous visits.
"He did not prevent that from being fulfilled. Thus, he did not ruin the dinner." She concluded, satisfied, pinky finger curled about her companion's.
Her mask drifted down the hall.
"I believe he would he able to hear us approach. He could detect you falling on the stairs before dinner." Dark eyes, barely visible beyond the thick frames and cracked lens, flicked to Lekalis.
"What should we prepare for when I deliver my complaints?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Sept 9, 2018 12:54:38 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Fair enough, though he did tarnish it a touch by muddling his presence in where he wasn't wanted." Lekalis grumped a bit as he hummed with a small sigh through his nostrils, looking over to the windows of Florence's focus. He was wise enough to start counting the windows as well, though with such repetitious design, he wondered if the windows weren't the same on every floor on every side of the building.
"It was a fine enough dinner, after all... I could have a feast with thousands of different, beautiful women, with my heart's desire of dish, and I'd still miss those quiet nights." He glanced to Lekalis, to see if she might share the thought, before he cleared his throat and nodded.
"We should prepare for the worst; a violent outburst, fighting... The works." He mused with an indifferent sigh. Cross had his fair share of tricks up his sleeve, but he was just a man. An old, wiry, disgusting man who'd a fetish for collecting rats.
"Nothing too dangerous. He's long limbed but frail, over extension of him would lead to loss of his limb. He'd try to blind us, maybe, but you'll be fine... Go for his legs, or his hip." The Ex-Lord shrugged as if he were commenting on some foul weather.
"Worst case scenario is that he gets away..." His words trailed off as, in the coming beams of light scything through the dark ahead, were two figures; one familiarly boyish, and the other uncomfortably tall...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Sept 9, 2018 15:43:41 GMT -8
Florence craned her masked head to look at him. Something he said had made her deeply unhappy.
"I will not allow you to be blinded." Her arm swiveled outwards to halt Lekalis. "Stay back until you acquire protective eyewear."
She strode with rigid purpose to the false doctor and the guard, who froze at the sight of Lekalis and his doctor.
It seemed, in his opinion, to not be a very good thing that they were here. Florence thought otherwise.
"Doctor Cross." She accusingly began with great (albeit monotone) ceremony, planting her hands on her hips. "I wish to give you complaints."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Sept 9, 2018 15:54:53 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He cocked a brow at her rather forward and immediate motion;
"Stay back?" Lekalis remarked with a scoff, but... he took a glance at her dark lens, then the seeming nemesis-opposite of Florence approaching with slowing steps.
He shrugged and rolled his eyes, looking out the windows for a moment before he settled them back on the eyes behind Florence's mask.
"I'll not be far, and if they make a move for you..?" Lekalis clucked his tongue and let his hands rest on the spear sheathed at his hip.
"... I'll come, eyewear or none." He remarked, though he let his head tilt to one side,
"I don't imagine you've a spare mask, do you?" He teased with a small smile as his features stole a bit of intensity, looking off to the distant Cross.
He much preferred keeping his distance from the man... Doctors were unsettling unto themselves. Add the gross creep of Cross and it's something else entirely.
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/Cross/
With a scoff at Meriwether's lack of reply, he looked off to the approaching Florence with a sigh; perhaps it was his salvation, or his doom, as she came marching so boldly forward. She would have made a good soldier, as much as a surgeon.
"Ah, Doctor Florence." He replied in due kind, looking to Meriwether as he presumed to stop his rather tireless advance a fair two odd meters from Florence.
"Complaints..?" Again, Cross shrugged hopelessly, looking to Meriwether then back to Florence with a sputtering sigh.
"Hmm... I am... Preoccupied, currently. I am to be Interrogated, by the good guard here." He hummed and tapped his cane against the floor again, lightly as he looked off to Lekalis,
"You brought him?" His tone grew a bit stiff, "Why?"
It was polite, but as rigid as the braces upon his legs, which clicked as he shuffled a bit uncomfortably.
Too many swords in one place.
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