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lifeaftr2019-10-07 05:20 pm
wanderingdoctorfaust) wrote in lifeaftr2019-10-07 05:20 pm
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[CLOSED] Skull and cross bones
Who: Doctor Faust (wanderingdoctorfaust), Héctor Rivera (vagabone) and Muffet (prettypurpleparlor)!
What: Old Man Yells At Skeleton
When: Backdated to September 25th
Where: The Denny
Warnings: Two angry old men screaming at each other
It's a quiet evening, almost eerily so in the aftermath of the mind control-fuelled Nastrandir civil war, when the good doctor slips out from the clinic's walls to collect his second cup of tea for the day. Or several more, perhaps. He's feeling like he's going to need it if and when more injured arrive on his doorstep.
There's not many people out and about even as he reaches the doors to the ever-present Denny, but Faust doesn't find the absences particularly alarming. He wouldn't be surprised if he found out most of the populace was having a string of self-care days to recover from...Everything.
He's lost in thought as he passes the tables, walking towards the counter whilst his mind continues calculating how many different types of injuries he can properly heal with his remaining ki reserves combined with the squalid excuse of a supply closet the clinic has to offer.
The numbers aren't looking very appealing.
The room comes back to the forefront of his mind as his elbows make contact with the countertop, and the scent of fresh food and drink rouses him back to the present entirely. Enough hard thinking for now, old man, it's time for your medicine.
He remains wholly oblivious to the fact his arms and hands are scant inches away from a far-too-familiar skull that is still very much alive and active.
wanderingdoctorfaust), Héctor Rivera (vagabone) and Muffet (prettypurpleparlor)!What: Old Man Yells At Skeleton
When: Backdated to September 25th
Where: The Denny
Warnings: Two angry old men screaming at each other
It's a quiet evening, almost eerily so in the aftermath of the mind control-fuelled Nastrandir civil war, when the good doctor slips out from the clinic's walls to collect his second cup of tea for the day. Or several more, perhaps. He's feeling like he's going to need it if and when more injured arrive on his doorstep.
There's not many people out and about even as he reaches the doors to the ever-present Denny, but Faust doesn't find the absences particularly alarming. He wouldn't be surprised if he found out most of the populace was having a string of self-care days to recover from...Everything.
He's lost in thought as he passes the tables, walking towards the counter whilst his mind continues calculating how many different types of injuries he can properly heal with his remaining ki reserves combined with the squalid excuse of a supply closet the clinic has to offer.
The numbers aren't looking very appealing.
The room comes back to the forefront of his mind as his elbows make contact with the countertop, and the scent of fresh food and drink rouses him back to the present entirely. Enough hard thinking for now, old man, it's time for your medicine.
He remains wholly oblivious to the fact his arms and hands are scant inches away from a far-too-familiar skull that is still very much alive and active.