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Post by black379 on Mar 24, 2018 9:15:55 GMT -8
"Hel-... Hello." Adeney echoed the greeting, given the chance. As much as the newest occupant appeared to need to bathe, strolling around ever-haughtily in a soiled cloak, he was rather intrusive. While Blood rattled off his many queries, Adeney fished for his gloves from the tub.
"Doctor Mercier." He answered too as he wrung out the gloves and scraped remnants of dried blood from the seams. Looking back over his shoulder, he inspected the lordly man. A brow raised as Florence offered him the gold pieces.
"I've been here some years, and survived well enough." The doctor informed tersely in retort to the man's subtly snide questioning.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 24, 2018 9:29:11 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He smiled in thanks to Florence as he took the coinpurse and sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he pocketed the change. Lekalis wasn't sure quite what he wanted, as he looked to Adeney again with a fair nod.
Whatever momentum Lekalis had swept in with, it began to subside quickly enough,
"That's good!" He assured, as he wringed his hands together and looked to the crate of supplies; he motioned to it, then noted his wounds,
"I... requisition resources for the baths. The Soaps, primarily, and other things." He explained with a small smile, as he sighed and unclasped his cloak; setting the cloak and the box beside the bath he meant to occupy.
"You keep to the Sanitarium..? The only place I'm not like to visit--" as he tended to rinsing his hands in the basin, he looked over to Florence, nodding to her.
"-- She keeps me in good enough health. I try to do the same." He added as he knelt down and found a dusty old box containing various small tinctures of soaps.
He gave each a fair look over, before standing and pouring a few into the waters. Lekalis looked to Florence again, then to the box he'd set atop his cloak; he gave it a gentle nudge with his toe.
"I'm well enough... Just need to clean myself quick-like. I brought samples from my expedition, by the by; Fishmen of curious resilience, and a mass of tendrils that worked together then broke apart when a central source was slain."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 24, 2018 9:41:09 GMT -8
"I am sterilizing clothing in that bath there." Florence pointed to the tub of water in question. "You may wash your belongings there, too, if you would like."
She walked forward and inspected the samples from afar,
"This is good." She nodded appreciatively. "I would like to examine these."
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Post by black379 on Mar 24, 2018 10:15:11 GMT -8
"Often I am in the sanitarium." Adeney affirmed, gathering still more of his saturated clothing from their wash. He pulled out a garment of Florence's, but quickly replaced it in the broiling water.
"Else I am scouting any of the dungeons, for those who are lost or fallen." He looked to the woman doctor with semblance of appreciation now. Though they had been separated, Florence was still dutiful to do the same and rescue some person from a miserable end.
"It is unlikely we would have met, if she tends to you. Sir...?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 24, 2018 13:34:39 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
There was a rather poignant pause as he watched Adeney pluck up a garment of Florence's; a moment of palpable animosity as he held one of the small phials of soap over his bath, long since empty, before he cleared his throat and looked back to his own tub and set the phials into his satchel.
"Lekalis, ah--" He turned around, pushing back a lock of hair out of his face and nodding as he leant back against the bath, giving a friendly smile.
"-- Lekalis Fanuschrat. Or Blood, by the mercenary trades." He smirked and nodded as he drummed his fingers on the bath tub quickly and turned back around.
With his cleaned hands, he began to stir the bath so as to get the soaps in motion,
"It's good to've met you. I'll be sure to ask for Docter Mercier sometime... I'd like to share some wine with you... sometime." He felt like he was talking on hot coals, frustration played plain on his face as he rested his elbows on the edge of the basin and leant forward with a sigh, hanging his head in frustration; letting the ends of his hair catch in the water.
He shut his eyes in blissful, momentary isolation.
Lekalis swore to always go for wine first, then the bath...
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Post by black379 on Mar 24, 2018 15:23:02 GMT -8
His clothes were removed from the basin, but still drenched. It was difficult to tell with the red cloth whether the wash had actually put out any of the blood stains. The coat was draped over his left arm, though he looked about for a place to hang or lay it to dry.
"I eh... Am not sure they would send you to me. I'm not officially employed there, you see. For better or worse." The doctor explained with a roll of his wrist. Short hand motions kept him from pacing. "But I am privy to their business. I would assist you, though I suspect you won't mean to risk anything too life-threatening." He uttered a short bemused chuckle, as if he'd made a grand joke.
"Much rather, I would accept your offer of wine." Adeney nodded coolly before suddenly feeling out of place. For now, he remained by the hot bath with his clothes bundled in his arms.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 24, 2018 15:31:50 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Hmm!" He turned to face Adeney, straightening and rolling his shoulders as he eyed the bundle of clothes in the boy's arms for a moment before nodding.
"What do you mean by 'Assist me'?" Lekalis asked with a small playful smirk as he drummed his fingers on his belt then rose a pointed finger at the man, and tapped his brow, then the clothes in Adeney's arms;
"Lay those out for me, would you?" He requested kindly as he spun on his heel and stepped over to the crate of supplies, where he rummaged yet again. Large and small crates were stacked irregularly as he dug deep into his dragon's hoard of bathing items.
"On the ground, the bench, where-ever. I've salts to dry those for you... Free of charge-- ah" He paused, and glanced over his shoulder, bringing up a small netted sack of thumb-sized spheres of various colors. Soapy in texture, marbled with various colors from teal to orange.
"-- If you're willing to partake."
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The Abbey
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Post by black379 on Mar 24, 2018 16:13:39 GMT -8
Adeney raised his eyes and smirked appreciatively. Shuffling to a more open space to lay his coat, shirt, and pants flat on the stone floor.
“You’re very hospitable. I really ought to pay my bit.” He moved to the small pile of his belongings beside the tub and pinched up his coin pouch. “You can return Florence’s wages.”
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 24, 2018 23:39:17 GMT -8
Florence found the conversation drifting and did not feel the urge to interject; it was on matters unimportant to her, of soaps and salts that were not even slightly, violently alkaline in nature.
She found it much more efficient to dry clothes while her own person was drying.
So she strode over, silently, opposite Adeney, to the basin of clothes and retrieved her own belongings before retreating back towards the wall, where she would begin to don the lighter of the clothing...
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 25, 2018 8:11:36 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He smiled broadly; the compliment clearly and punctually vaporized whatever ill humor had clouded his brow since he'd entered. He nodded appreciatively and did his best to hide his pride with a humbly wag of the hand.
"The coin is much appreciated... I'm going to be opening a more proper venture than this--" a familiar sneer pulled at his jowels, but this time towards the drab cobblestones of the Abbey,
"-- Absolute bore of spot. Just behind the tavern. It'll be awhile before I can build a tower high enough for folk to spy it over the Tavern itself, but... well; your coin will certianly go towards flagstones or signposts."
Lekalis nodded again as he approached adeney with salts in hand.
"If you don't mind me choosing; you look an awful lot like... say..." The Ex-Lord cocked his head to one shoulder, to get a better gauge on the man, his eyes hunting for his like a falcon hunts a mouse.
"... Marigold and mint. For an aroma, that is." He nodded, pulling out an almost morbidly red sphere; one for each article of Adeney's attire.
With a touch of grace and haphazardness, he dropped them at the center of each.
"Mind, the Mint covers the Marigold's otherwise... Tomato-y smell. While still retaining a slight musk to it, fitting for reclusive and covered types, such as yourself." Lekalis rose a brow with a haughty smirk as he stowed the salts into his satchel as he seemed finished with them for now.
"And, of course, the mint's sharpness pays respect to your intellect. The rest of the Marigold's scent should help the humors flow better to boot." He nodded happily as he took a knee and began palming each of the salts into the surface of the clothes, helpfully evaporating its dampness in its wake.
"Now, there may be some rigidness in the clothes for a day or so after today, but it should soften up posthaste. The smell should linger t'ill the fortnite, presuming you don't delve into a place like the Warrens again."
The Ex-Lord happily ended his prattling as he finished drying off the clothes to a fair enough degree; they were far from utterly dry, though they were closer to the dampness of a light rain than a total submerged bath. And, of course, the predescribed scents began to almost immediately waft out from the clothes.
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Post by black379 on Mar 25, 2018 12:09:10 GMT -8
The gangly man was uncharacteristically amused as Lekalis set about doctoring the clothing with salts and herbs. Adeney shared his thin-lipped smile with Florence as well, briefly looking to her as she collected her own outfit. He steepled his fingers, and watched the reddish orbs dissolve.
Adeney could hardly imagine such a luxurious place, as the ex-lord had planned, in the dingy hamlet. It would stand in stark contrast to rest of the harrowing state.
"Thank you. Perhaps I can offer further support. In the future."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 25, 2018 14:36:17 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Perhaps!"
He happily agreed, finishing his due diligence in applying the curious salts; he motioned to them, looking up to Adeney with a risen brow,
"That's all there is to it, friend. You're welcome to dress."
Lekalis assured and stood up at last, making to brush off his knees before thinking twice about putting his hands on his still dirty trousers.
"Ah, if that'll be all... Will you be leaving now?" He asked curiously, wringing his hands almost expectantly as he bowed his head and turned to return to his own bathing basin...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 25, 2018 15:40:59 GMT -8
Oh bollocks. The leper was pleading. Awkward... Duval cringed awkwardly beneath his bandana, before coughing. "Oh blimey looks like I've come down with a cold! I'll just... go pray it away. I guess?" Duval quickly said with an awkward chuckle, walking away fast toward the Abbey, before he stopped momentarily and turned to face them. "...It's not worry. Just gave us a fright. Just... be more careful will you?" Duval said, and without another moment he turned to flee, walking behind Tilly. He eventually caught up with her, hissing out of displeasure of that situation. "That was.... awkward. Don't think I'm gonna have a pint with George tonight..." Duval chuckled, running his hand behind his head as he looked up to the Abbey. "I need a wash more than anything else, least after that. You don't think we're... y'know, gonna be like him now?" Duval piped up in a nervous manner, rather put on edge by the thought he may also turn into 'spoiled meat' after that whole scene. --- Tilly's mouth was pressed tightly closed and her expression was pained, as though she were torn between crying or vomiting. In any other circumstance, she would have welcomed the company of a new acquaintance, but all she wanted to do now was hide in some hole out of utter shame of being sick in a group of near-strangers. "I-I don't want to think about it." She mumbled miserably, unfolding her collar to obscure more of her face. Her eyes were on her shoes. She closed her eyes, composing herself, and took a breath. It did little to help her, she found. "I'm off to go meet a... well, his name's Lekalis." She began slowly and stiltedly, making her way to the bathhouse, "You might know 'im." |
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Post by relentless on Mar 25, 2018 15:53:42 GMT -8
Duval sighed, and chuckled at her misery.
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure he'll be fine."
Duval reassured with a chipper smile, the name making him click his fingers and chuckle.
"Eyyy, I know that lad! Helped me patch a wound. Oh, and I heard he owns this wee bath-house? I slipped the receptionist a lil letter, seein' if I can get a nice little job 'ere instead of going on expeditions all that much."
Duval explained, his excitment seemingly building in his tone at a joyous rate as they neared the bathhouse.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 25, 2018 16:01:37 GMT -8
Tilly squeezed her eyes shut and sniffed some. Her nose was running.
"Y-yeah, he's really great." She was breathing slow and controlled, but she hastily walked to the bathhouse door, "I'll let him know you're looking for work-- I just need to talk to him privately for a bit."
She spared one hand from holding her collar up to pull the bathhouse door open,
"Lekalis? Can I talk to you?"
She tried on a more professional tone, but she looked utterly despondent.
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Florence looked up from where she had busied herself, donning her soaking clothes.
She bent the arms robotically, testing the fit and chafing of the material.
It was acceptable.
"Hello, Tilly." Greeted Florence as neutrally as she was wont to, "And hello, Tilly's friend."
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