Warden.
[ clothed, he assumes. ]
Does it involve washing your hands with soup, getting drunk, wearing socks, praying to Andraste, burning herbs, or otherwise following one's own advice?
[ it's mostly that last one that's shown to be a problem. what is wrong with the other healers, it's not like he ever gets sick — ]
[ clothed, he assumes. ]
Does it involve washing your hands with soup, getting drunk, wearing socks, praying to Andraste, burning herbs, or otherwise following one's own advice?
[ it's mostly that last one that's shown to be a problem. what is wrong with the other healers, it's not like he ever gets sick — ]
Edited 2020-02-15 19:16 (UTC)
[Crystals are for people without a healthy level of paranoia. So some evening, not so far removed from this one, Flint appears conveniently at the top of the stairs which Isaac is climbing.]
I'd like to discuss what else you and your colleagues might require for handling this outbreak. I'll walk with you, unless you think it's a conversation better had in my office.
I'd like to discuss what else you and your colleagues might require for handling this outbreak. I'll walk with you, unless you think it's a conversation better had in my office.
[ if you shine a light at a deer, it stops stock-still; refuses motion. perhaps it's bewilderment: the sudden flare of daylight beneath stars. or maybe it's a sort of will, its great crested skull frozen with the business of hope. belief. if one is certain enough in their safety, who's to say it isn't so?
well, anyone with a fucking sword.
isaac doesn't freeze, does start; a jolt that begins at the eyes and finds his feet before brain. instinct carries him down a step — but there's no fear in his face. his hands dust loose in gesture, tuck cigarette back into sleeve.
courtesies. ]
Commander, [ up, again, a boot ground discreetly into dropped spark. ] In truth, I'd not expect much more of it. We're halfway to spring.
well, anyone with a fucking sword.
isaac doesn't freeze, does start; a jolt that begins at the eyes and finds his feet before brain. instinct carries him down a step — but there's no fear in his face. his hands dust loose in gesture, tuck cigarette back into sleeve.
courtesies. ]
Commander, [ up, again, a boot ground discreetly into dropped spark. ] In truth, I'd not expect much more of it. We're halfway to spring.
Edited 2020-02-24 09:16 (UTC)
Would you mind helping me keep an eye on two extremely clever young things who've sampled local flora I'd like a better look at? I don't think they're in imminent danger—one of them might want to put you in imminent danger, but I recommended against bollocking a healer we might be in dire need of—but I'd like to make sure. And if there are effects, record them.
If you wouldn't mind helping make sure they don't die in the event this is more serious than it seems—
If you wouldn't mind helping make sure they don't die in the event this is more serious than it seems—
If they die, it won't happen again.
[ joking. probably joking. ]
On my way. I haven't come toting antidotes, but there's charcoal in the bag somewhere. Show me when you're back?
[ joking. probably joking. ]
On my way. I haven't come toting antidotes, but there's charcoal in the bag somewhere. Show me when you're back?
[ It had been early, when he'd left. Late. An in-between time, the only sort they seem to get these days, both of them traveling in different directions and meeting only at a pause as they pass. He'd come to the infirmary this time, instead of Isaac's room, claiming an errand at the end of his shift, trailing a lingering touch he can't stay to complete.
What's missing, afterward, is a dusty flask from the apothecary storeroom. What's left behind is a flower, pressed dry between paper and tucked into the gap in a drawer at Isaac's station.
Magebane and ambrosia, respectively. ]
What's missing, afterward, is a dusty flask from the apothecary storeroom. What's left behind is a flower, pressed dry between paper and tucked into the gap in a drawer at Isaac's station.
Magebane and ambrosia, respectively. ]
[ A few days after the abomination rampage and Jenny Lou is still a little blistery. If there isn't a chair immediately adjacent, she drags one over and flops down next to him. ]
Hey, so whaddya know about demons?
Hey, so whaddya know about demons?
They're terrible conversationalists.
[ isaac pauses in... squeezing an enormous toad to look over his shoulder, gesture with an elbow. fabria croaks from his basin. ]
Gloves are in the drawer, [ sorry jlou no free answers ] What, specifically, did you care to know?
[ isaac pauses in... squeezing an enormous toad to look over his shoulder, gesture with an elbow. fabria croaks from his basin. ]
Gloves are in the drawer, [ sorry jlou no free answers ] What, specifically, did you care to know?
Technically, there is nothing different this night from any other night. But in the span of time since John's last visit it seems there have been a vast amount of changes. Nascere has folded in on itself. (Madi is likely dead.) An abomination nearly killed most of them over lunch. The weight of these events change certain things.
John arrives as has become their routine, but it is with a bottle in hand that he plants on the table with a solid thunk.
"I thought we could start here."
John arrives as has become their routine, but it is with a bottle in hand that he plants on the table with a solid thunk.
"I thought we could start here."
He looks up, and it's as though copying a pattern: Brows lift, head cants; an approximation of interest, and tonight, poorly-sketched. There's a certain stillness to its animation, gum in the joints.
Technically, there is nothing different.
"Oh?" He doesn't drink. Hasn't been honest of that in a time, can't say himself whether Julius recalls (no doubt, there have been other eyes). "Mugs are in the cupboard."
Technically, there is nothing different.
"Oh?" He doesn't drink. Hasn't been honest of that in a time, can't say himself whether Julius recalls (no doubt, there have been other eyes). "Mugs are in the cupboard."
[ It's not unusual for Athessa to be wandering into the baths at this hour, or to hop into one of the adjacent sunken pools when someone else is already bathing nearby. She doesn't care, with very few exceptions. Only time will tell if Isaac cares. ]
You seriously have a book in the bath?
[ Her clothes are wherever these losers put their clothes before entering the baths, which is to say they're both naked and if Isaac turns he'll get an eyeful as she steps into the tub at his back. ]
You seriously have a book in the bath?
[ Her clothes are wherever these losers put their clothes before entering the baths, which is to say they're both naked and if Isaac turns he'll get an eyeful as she steps into the tub at his back. ]
[ He doesn't turn so much as startle, dunking half a page before managing to fumble it shut. A ridiculous little scramble. Then a moment, a pause to press his eyes shut and push the breath out through his nose, and set the book quite carefully upon the edge of the pool. ]
It's relaxing, [ 'Was' ] You should try it.
[ He's naked himself, and unremarkable in it: No deadly scars or interesting tattoos. ]
It's relaxing, [ 'Was' ] You should try it.
[ He's naked himself, and unremarkable in it: No deadly scars or interesting tattoos. ]
Normally, Ellis bathes early, returns to the Gallows late enough to avoid company most nights. His steps only falter briefly on his way to the bathing pools, but momentum carries him all the way forward, through the discarding of two towels and into the water.
"Enjoying yourself?" with a nod to the book in his hand.
It seems polite to make some small talk while slouching into the warm water, at least as far as Ellis is concerned.
"Enjoying yourself?" with a nod to the book in his hand.
It seems polite to make some small talk while slouching into the warm water, at least as far as Ellis is concerned.
"Oh, I don't know," This time, there's warning; Isaac turns the page onto blank parchment. "My heart's just not in it tonight."
The book snaps shut with soggy theatricality. Isaac sets it aside, before scrubbing a hand over his chin, and sinking deeper. He doesn't regard Ellis head-on — it just feels like cheating, after all that work before. His own chest bares no sign of scar or ink.
"You can get tired of anything, I suppose."
The book snaps shut with soggy theatricality. Isaac sets it aside, before scrubbing a hand over his chin, and sinking deeper. He doesn't regard Ellis head-on — it just feels like cheating, after all that work before. His own chest bares no sign of scar or ink.
"You can get tired of anything, I suppose."
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2020-08-18 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Are you trying to destroy a violin?
[ there's some chatter and bustle in the background — and the somewhat screeching strains of a string musician — ]
[ there's some chatter and bustle in the background — and the somewhat screeching strains of a string musician — ]
Madame, if you require a loan —
[ since he loses all the time. get it. ]
[ since he loses all the time. get it. ]
It's the middle of the night, and Isaac is on shift — for now.
The room is clean, if little lived-in: A sharp contrast to his sprawling workspace downstairs. A double bed, a trunk (locked), a fireplace and the pokers set beside. The blankets must be new, not yet run to ragged edge.
His desk boasts a drawer or two, the surface swept into a neat, short stack of papers and ink.
Edgard has up to four tags before he returns. Like, less if you get bored. Just let me know.
The room is clean, if little lived-in: A sharp contrast to his sprawling workspace downstairs. A double bed, a trunk (locked), a fireplace and the pokers set beside. The blankets must be new, not yet run to ragged edge.
His desk boasts a drawer or two, the surface swept into a neat, short stack of papers and ink.
Edgard has up to four tags before he returns. Like, less if you get bored. Just let me know.
Edited 2020-11-18 06:53 (UTC)
Gave my desk to a Chantry brother. How virtuous.
I moved up a few floors.
[ that part where she went double agent tabled for the moment. ]
[ that part where she went double agent tabled for the moment. ]
You didn't honestly think replacing yourself with a sentient pair of eyebrows would make your absence less conspicuous.
You've met the Brother, then.
[ if it's distracted, he's still assembling his thoughts.
and definitely not just because i've been slow tagging our log ]
[ if it's distracted, he's still assembling his thoughts.
and definitely not just because i've been slow tagging our log ]
May I suggest milk before a rattle? To be sporting.
If he's turned up downstairs, tell him we're full-up on Magisters.
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