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lifeaftr2019-07-11 03:35 pm
wanderingdoctorfaust) wrote in lifeaftr2019-07-11 03:35 pm
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Who: Doctor Faust (wanderingdoctorfaust) and everybody else brave enough to come within thirty feet of him!
What: Cleaning acid burns, writing to-do lists, perhaps receiving visitors?
When: Backdated to June 26th
Where: The Ensō Clinic & Infirmary (located on square B6)
Warnings: May contain trace amounts of medical malpractice (please mark your content warnings!)
The events of the past week have proven...interesting, to put it mildly. Mind and body alike were swapped, a particularly horrifying construct menaced the local populace, and a god they didn't even know was incomplete has been restored to their former greatness. The implications given by all of these extraordinary events are beyond astounding, and as such, time should be set aside and dedicated to studying and understanding them as soon as possible!
...at least, that is what the good doctor wants to believe, but frankly? He just spent a week and a bit navigating through the isles whilst controlling a stranger's body (deprived of his long-mastered abilities, no less!), had to fight an acid-spitting eldritch horror with naught but a weird sledgehammer and heartburn-inducing flame breath, and worst of all had to witness someone else waltzing around in his body with no concern for the consequences of his face being seen. So Faust might be just the slightest bit cranky.
As such, he'll endure the multitude of aneurysms he's most likely going to suffer from trying to process everything that's happened later; right now, he has an understaffed and ill-equipped clinic that is about to experience an influx of patients. After all, it's not like people are just going to sit at home ignoring the pain instead of seeking medical help, right?
Regardless, he won't be at the reception desk when you come in - Mini-Faust is currently commandeering it instead, though he's only able to spare a distracted half-wave, too busy swinging around a small stick like a wannabe Shaolin monk. Faust himself is likely inside the supply room, judging by the concerned 'hrm's and 'argh's and muttered curses of frustration coming from within. Welcome to the clinic!
wanderingdoctorfaust) and everybody else brave enough to come within thirty feet of him!What: Cleaning acid burns, writing to-do lists, perhaps receiving visitors?
When: Backdated to June 26th
Where: The Ensō Clinic & Infirmary (located on square B6)
Warnings: May contain trace amounts of medical malpractice (please mark your content warnings!)
The events of the past week have proven...interesting, to put it mildly. Mind and body alike were swapped, a particularly horrifying construct menaced the local populace, and a god they didn't even know was incomplete has been restored to their former greatness. The implications given by all of these extraordinary events are beyond astounding, and as such, time should be set aside and dedicated to studying and understanding them as soon as possible!
...at least, that is what the good doctor wants to believe, but frankly? He just spent a week and a bit navigating through the isles whilst controlling a stranger's body (deprived of his long-mastered abilities, no less!), had to fight an acid-spitting eldritch horror with naught but a weird sledgehammer and heartburn-inducing flame breath, and worst of all had to witness someone else waltzing around in his body with no concern for the consequences of his face being seen. So Faust might be just the slightest bit cranky.
As such, he'll endure the multitude of aneurysms he's most likely going to suffer from trying to process everything that's happened later; right now, he has an understaffed and ill-equipped clinic that is about to experience an influx of patients. After all, it's not like people are just going to sit at home ignoring the pain instead of seeking medical help, right?
Regardless, he won't be at the reception desk when you come in - Mini-Faust is currently commandeering it instead, though he's only able to spare a distracted half-wave, too busy swinging around a small stick like a wannabe Shaolin monk. Faust himself is likely inside the supply room, judging by the concerned 'hrm's and 'argh's and muttered curses of frustration coming from within. Welcome to the clinic!
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"The hell happened?"
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Anyway! The long and short of it is we found the source of the bodyswapping that we've been experiencing - some sort of giggling construct that could reshape itself at will and spat corrosive projectiles. We were able to use overwhelming force to corner it and give it a jolly good thumping, subsequ-"
Suddenly, a certain legendary weapon launches across the room and strikes the side of Faust's bag, immediately cutting him off mid-sentence but otherwise garnering no other reaction...
...in contrast to Mini, who, in their attempt to share their mutual love of dramatic martial arts poses with Garren, put a little too much spin into their Whirling Death Technique and lost their grip on The Mighty Stickscalibur, sending it hurtling at their master.
Mini slowly covers their non-existent mouth with both hands, scuttling backwards and trying to hide behind Garren.
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Tachibana blinks once. Then blinks again. Before a small huff of amusement escapes him and he shakes his head, leaning down to pick up the stick. "You need to make sure you have a solid grip on it, when you're wielding something like this," he gently admonished Mini with a faint smile. "Garren, you can show him how, right?"
The tiny armored pog nodded enthusiastically, flashing a victory sign before reaching out to take the stick from his Slammer to demonstrate.
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Plus, they kind of like Garren, so that makes things marginally easier. Maybe they will learn a few important pointers...?
"...I have no idea where they got it, to be honest. I just found them squatting outside a tent on Io, brandishing it like a sword. I do wonder why they chose that area in particular..."
The good doctor doesn't dwell upon his musings for long, though. There's something more important he needs to discuss, now that a fellow employee is here.
"-anyway! The bottom line is, that construct inflicted several injuries upon our fellow islanders that we are not in a position to properly treat, and you'll forgive me if such a notion makes me rather...antsy. Do you know if anyone around these parts has any spare equipment or medicinal herbs we could use? I'd much rather this be both the first AND the last time we're caught unprepared by what these isles have to offer."
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toyweapon!Tachibana chuckled softly. "Children and those like them always find a way," he remarked, looking over at the pair with definite fondness before refocusing his attention.
"I can see if there any of the herbs I'm familiar with around," he offered. Building up a supply and possibly even cultivating the herbs that Galen made his trade of was something that he should have thought of earlier, in all honesty. But other distractions and concerns had derailed that.
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...honestly, I'm not going to get my hopes up, but it'd be prudent to know exactly what we do have before we focus on what we don't."
And frankly, he's not at all looking forward to having to ask this 'storyteller' figure for assistance. Faust's track record with deity-like entities is short, but thoroughly unpleasant. Even if he's never truly met one face-to-face before, assuming the form the 'storyteller' presents is even their own to begin with.