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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 29, 2017 19:29:25 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
Being on the cusp of revelry and possible inebriation was hardly an optimal state of being to receive such curious news; all he managed to do was sigh, and rub his forhead, starting to walk on, lightly grabbing Florence's hand so she might follow him to the back of the house.
The Ex-Lord shared a practiced whisper with Florence, moodily having his head drooped as he fidgeted with his jaw.
Reading papers was something he was versed in, and he spied a key word or two upon the weathered phamplets; enough that he arched his head to continue reading what lay on the papyrus the best he could.
"Reanimation..." He tried to clarify what Florence spoke of,
"... Where did you find this?!" He exclaimed with more excitement than worry, much to his dismay as his brows rose and a small smile crept over his lips. To be so close to such a fantastical discovery was exhilarating.
Perhaps revelry and inebriation were proper in his system with this event.
Though, his brows furrowed a touch at the mention of Tilly being the bearer of such information; he raised his hand to stop her,
"... Why Tilly?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 29, 2017 23:20:40 GMT -8
"In a basement lab of the sanitarium-- Tilly spoke of it; she knew a doctor who could reanimate corpses, but from what she said, I believe he had not been able to rejoin the soul to the corpus."
Behind the mask, Florence was barely audible, so as to minimize her risk of being overheard. "For so long, I have only known how to bind corpus and soul, but I could never maintain the former. If this... 'serum', as it is called, is successful, then I shall be able to restore life."
She took a breath, as though this small measure of excitement was some grand exertion.
"But we cannot permit anyone else to know of this information. Especially the Gunsches. To have a Mundane process-- that is parasitic to another-- known to the public beyond rituals and magic would... be catastrophic to Mankind. It has the potential for a small few to exploit the many..."
It was like being young again.
"...But it would save you and your family."
The papers in her hands weighed so much more than just parchment and ink...
"The Gunsches would weaponize it, I know this to be true. The Gunsches are monitoring you very closely, as I am meant to be monitoring you. You are of the highest risk of being discovered with this information, and to do so would reveal that I have been supplying false information to mislead the Gunsche family. But Tilly..."
Florence slowed, though she seemed to less pleased with herself. The moon was bright on her lenses, the crack in her lenses like a vine of quicksilver.
"Tilly is only known to have been a... distant colleague to you. She is uneducated, unacademic, and a known thief. The Gunsches currently have no reason to suspect her involvement, and thus she is the most secure person to possess these notes until I return from the Warrens."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 30, 2017 5:12:36 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With some intensive nodding, he followed the best he could to Florence's words; chewing on his lower lip as he tried to wrap his mind around them. He closed his eyes, at last, and digested those words with a few more lasting nods.
When he opened them again, his inkish eyes were set solely on Florence; unwavering.
"Thank you, Florence..." He offered sincerely, his hands closing around her wrists by means to avoid crumpling the gods-gift notes that seemed evermore fragile with every passing moment. The stein angled awkwardly, but thankfully away from, the paper itself.
"... But what if you don't return?" Lekalis began. Steeled, but worry rusted the fringes of his words as his fingers moved to take the papers now; slipping them with conspiratorial practice into his satchel. The deed done with such grace and speed that it was nigh magic.
As they rounded the corner to the somewhat, perhaps more placebically, quiet backend of the house; he cleared his throat, shaking his head,
"You will return." He assured, demanded perhaps, as he stopped and set himself to face Florence.
"We have yet boundless work to do. I'd be loathe to discover anything without you."
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Post by black379 on Dec 30, 2017 6:43:03 GMT -8
Courcy spied the woman doctor through the window and furrowed her brow as the pair lost her sight by skirting the edge of the house. Florence and Blood always shared some mysterious rendezvous which she could only speculate. Maybe beneath the ominous mask and stained robes was a perfectly sultry body, or maybe Lekalis was still trying to find that out.
The redhead chuffed and finished the contents of her mug. She sat back in the seat, her gaze drifting to and from each occupant of the family. Courcy had rather forgotten what it looked like for a family, let alone friends to be in happy company with one another.
"'Scuse me." She held up her empty stein and waggled it towards the men at the hearth, so that she might have some more drink, as well as some words. Still she awaited for Blood to reappear through the door.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 30, 2017 14:01:06 GMT -8
The men at the hearth broke into wide smiles at the Hellion as they gathered their beer.
Bearing a filled mug, one of the men, a barrel-chested fellow in cherry-red suspenders, came lumbering over.
"'Scuse me!'" He mimicked, amused, good-naturedly, chuckling, as he poured his beer into hers.
Quietly, the Girl returned with two steaming bowls of stew. She sat one by Courcy, but held the other as she looked around in some level of confusion, attempting to locate Lekalis...
The barrel-chested man loosely pointed a fat finger at Courcy.
"What is... your name?" His words were measured, carefully, and thickly accented.
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"I intend to return at any cost." Florence told him, watching him through her lenses. She let her hands fall, the notes whisked away into the safety of the bag, where they would remain. "However, if I cannot return, then you must continue without me. All the information you require is in those notes."
Her beak jerked back to the direction of the town square. Time was short.
"I must embark soon. But I have more to inform you of..."
She dug through her bag, plucking up two, twin canisters, each with 'L.V.' etched onto their lids.
Florence displayed it to Lekalis.
"You must apply this oil on Tilly's abdominal scars every night, before you sleep, or it shall not stretch when there is need to." She held it out for him to take.
"She shall become nauseated and fatigued shortly, experience changes in mood, and may be more sensitive to odors or flavors. It is of no concern, as it is normal."
She shifted the bag on her shoulder. "She is also malnourished. Ensure that she eats three meals per day and has access to fresh water. Hmmm..."
Her words slowed, and her mask tilted up towards the sky in thought, racking her brain for any other incredibly impertinent information...
"...I believe that is all you must immediately know. However, if I am unable to return, it is imperative that you find another doctor-- wait!"
She remembered something else, rifling through her bag. She found a small vial, roughly the size of a thumb, and presented it to Lekalis.
"If you wake up suffering from... the after-effects of inebriation, veisalgia, then drink this medicine to ease your discomfort."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 30, 2017 15:11:47 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With a determined and almost comically focused look, he studiously repeated words and phrases after her;
"Apply oil to the abdomen. Every night. Nausea and fatigue. Eskewed and sensitive humors."
Though, he paused, his features breaking at last into some semblence of their half-tired amused natural state.
"Ah, yes... Fret not; I'll feed her well..." He assured her with a nod and glance back to the home; peering at the structure, as though someone might be spying on them through the boards or around the corner. Whether he was content or not, had yet to become apparent as he shrugged indifferently.
He received the oils with due grace and thanks as he slipped both into his satchel's mouth; his hand lingered and a light twinkling echoed out as his fingers brushed up against crystals.
His hand rose, and a digit pressed the medicine between them.
"Perhaps you should save half for yourself..?" He implied with a quickly widening smile.
The half-filled stein was raised, and he looked to it innocently; waggling the contents emphatically,
"... They have good wine inside. Would you join me? Just for one share of glasses... Please?" He implored with the last, his words curiously heartfelt and sincere as he took a step closer to the Crowgazer. Her beak naught but two finger's lengths away...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 30, 2017 15:24:38 GMT -8
Florence shook her head and spared another anxious glance to the town's square.
"I... cannot. The kidnapped person may expire if I delay for too long. To stay and drink may doom her." Though, finding Lekalis at the end of her beak, she angled her chin downwards, so as to not be so uncomfortably cross-eyed.
"Before I leave, do you have any questions?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 30, 2017 15:39:03 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
His brows furrowed, and he hummed;
"I have many..." He began with a sigh, defeated as he took one step back, towards the corner of the building yet again.
"... Have you an idea of how many rations you'll be taking with you?" He proposed, shrugging and taking another step away.
"Whom are you pursuing? And... Where are you heading?" Lekalis continued rubbing his hands together, leaning an ear towards Florence.
He felt a touch vile in delaying her departure, but there was a devilish glee in it all that drowned away any sour tones...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 30, 2017 15:58:09 GMT -8
"I am going into the Warrens through the sanitarium breach to recover Celeste. I shall only be taking rations to last me for one day, as Tilly does not expect her to be easily recoverable if she is gone for longer than a day." Florence answered simply, puzzled, head quirked.
She paused, and clarified, "I intended to answer more immediate medical questions that you would like to know before I leave, requests for medicine..."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 30, 2017 16:07:10 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With a quick frown, and a shared puzzled look; almost mimicking her quirked head, he pressed a finger to the back of his ear as he stood at the corner of the building, beckoning Florence forward.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that... Could you come closer?"
He insisted, resting his shoulder against the corner now as he danced the mug of beer left and right...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 30, 2017 16:15:37 GMT -8
"I apologize. I was attempting not to be overheard."
Florence shuffled a few steps forward, to close the distance again.
If she didn't have a mask, she would have cupped her hands about her mouth to more clearly direct the sound.
"I encourage you to ask immediate medical questions, that I might answer before I leave."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 30, 2017 16:21:47 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He nodded, understandingly, a bit distractedly as he reached out to grab onto Florence's wrist as he began to step on past this next flank; taking some long strides in an attempt to tug Florence along.
"Ah, yes... How do you know all of this..? Are you certain these notes will work..? Do you plan to test them safely when you return?" He mused pensively, as he did his best to hold her at the midpoint of the House's wall.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 30, 2017 17:30:52 GMT -8
"Tilly attested... unknowingly to its effectiveness. However, I have not tested it, and I do plan to." Florence nodded her beaky head as she was lead along, offering no argument against it as she plodded along.
"She did not agree with the practices of the author of these notes, so I did not ask her more."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 30, 2017 18:37:27 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"I could ask..?" He offered with a shrug, as he began to backpedal back to the front of the house; hands splayed out as he dumped out the rest of the beer by an apparent accident.
Though, the Ex-Lord's guile certainly warranted anything but accidental spillage of such precious spirits.
"... How do you intend to execute these tests..? It might be imperative to run me through them, at least verbally, so I might be... Versed in the motions. I've not practiced in such procedures in a long, long while..." He mused rather rapidly; as he hummed away the spill and held the mug to his chest, his feet taking wide, dancing motions as he edged the corner of the front of the house.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 31, 2017 13:21:27 GMT -8
"I would appreciate that."
Florence's mask drifted to the beer, watching him pour it out. Curious, but she supposed it'd save the solution she had for a more dire time...
...provided she came back from the Warrens, that is.
"I intend to follow what's written on the notes to recreate the serum that this... Dr. East used, and reproduce the original experiment to determine its credibility. If this works, then I may begin to practice the transfer of souls."
She still followed him, her boots heavy in the salty mud she plodded through.
"I anticipate that finding the materials for this endeavor, such as acquiring a fresh corpse, may prove difficult."
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