"My name is Fia, it is nice to meet you." She bows her head and does her best to give a smile.
Sam doesn't return to the surface, not even moving close to it. He seems a bit hesitant.
He returns the bow, smiling back at them a bit. He rests his hands, taking a deep breath "Are you ill, Fia?"
They look over to them, looking down into the water, waving them up weakly, but not able to do much.
She looks away, staring at her hands on the table, before nodding. "I've always been ill, since birth till now. Bones more fragile than glass, an immune system that is nonexistent, the inability to walk anywhere without help..."
He still does not surface. They can tell that he seems to be scared to come up.
"My name is Fia, it is nice to meet you." She bows her head and does her best to give a smile.
Sam doesn't return to the surface, not even moving close to it. He seems a bit hesitant.
He returns the bow, smiling back at them a bit. He rests his hands, taking a deep breath "Are you ill, Fia?"
They look over to them, looking down into the water, waving them up weakly, but not able to do much.
She looks away, staring at her hands on the table, before nodding. "I've always been ill, since birth till now. Bones more fragile than glass, an immune system that is nonexistent, the inability to walk anywhere without help..."
He still does not surface. They can tell that he seems to be scared to come up.
He nods, tenting his hands. He doesn't say anything for a long time, closing his eyes and seemingly beginning to silently pray, likely for them. Once he's done, he opens his eyes once more, "I am ill, but not nearly as much as that, do you... want help where I could provide it?"
They recover, standing up and leaning over the water, they can hear, muffled, asking them to come up, though they don't plan to wait forever.
"My name is Fia, it is nice to meet you." She bows her head and does her best to give a smile.
Sam doesn't return to the surface, not even moving close to it. He seems a bit hesitant.
He returns the bow, smiling back at them a bit. He rests his hands, taking a deep breath "Are you ill, Fia?"
They look over to them, looking down into the water, waving them up weakly, but not able to do much.
She looks away, staring at her hands on the table, before nodding. "I've always been ill, since birth till now. Bones more fragile than glass, an immune system that is nonexistent, the inability to walk anywhere without help..."
He still does not surface. They can tell that he seems to be scared to come up.
He nods, tenting his hands. He doesn't say anything for a long time, closing his eyes and seemingly beginning to silently pray, likely for them. Once he's done, he opens his eyes once more, "I am ill, but not nearly as much as that, do you... want help where I could provide it?"
They recover, standing up and leaning over the water, they can hear, muffled, asking them to come up, though they don't plan to wait forever.
She smiles softly and shakes her head "No no.. I can handle myself fairly well." She said and laughed lightly, "You are kind.."
A pair of eyes, much like those of a crocodile, suddenly surfaces. "You are a bloody stubborn soul.." a rough gravelly voice grumbles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A bunch of armed men in suits flood out of the local Whaleheart Eats, many lightly injured and most panicking.
"Or am I now seeing clearly?"
A towering, lanky employee, dripping in black grease and his own blood, drags a squirming man in a much more expensive suit out the front door and tosses them to the ground.
"A life taken before your eyes, blood pouring on the leaves,"
The grease pools around the mafioso as the fry cook steps on his chest, pushing him beneath the ground.
"Let me see the good side, I'm begging on my knees..."
Pale claws reach from the oil slick and pull the man down into the black, kicking and screaming as the employee watches, his eyes dull.
"You'd bask in hate over love..."
The employee walks back inside, oil evaporating as the thug is vomited out of the blackness, clothes shredded by ravenous claws and teeth but body (comparatively) unharmed.
"So you'll fall as one."
The skinny, grey-skinned employee closes the door behind him, not bothering to look back as the mobster limps away, sobbing in terror.
"Now you fall as one."
The cook sits down on a chair in the dine-in area. He sits slumped, legs apart, clearly tired but not at all worried. He takes off his food service mask and gloves, revealing the golden scars on his right cheek and on his right arm, as if something slashed through his flesh there and he was repaired with some sort of flesh kintsugi. He picks up an abandoned drink and takes a sip.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A bunch of armed men in suits flood out of the local Whaleheart Eats, many lightly injured and most panicking.
"Or am I now seeing clearly?"
A towering, lanky employee, dripping in black grease and his own blood, drags a squirming man in a much more expensive suit out the front door and tosses them to the ground.
"A life taken before your eyes, blood pouring on the leaves,"
The grease pools around the mafioso as the fry cook steps on his chest, pushing him beneath the ground.
"Let me see the good side, I'm begging on my knees..."
Pale claws reach from the oil slick and pull the man down into the black, kicking and screaming as the employee watches, his eyes dull.
"You'd bask in hate over love..."
The employee walks back inside, oil evaporating as the thug is vomited out of the blackness, clothes shredded by ravenous claws and teeth but body (comparatively) unharmed.
"So you'll fall as one."
The skinny, grey-skinned employee closes the door behind him, not bothering to look back as the mobster limps away, sobbing in terror.
"Now you fall as one."
The cook sits down on a chair in the dine-in area. He sits slumped, legs apart, clearly tired but not at all worried. He takes off his food service mask and gloves, revealing the golden scars on his right cheek and on his right arm, as if something slashed through his flesh there and he was repaired with some sort of flesh kintsugi. He picks up an abandoned drink and takes a sip.
Loo has decided to expand his influence beyond the dock, and more than that, explore the place he calls home. He finds them sitting alone, and walks over to sit next to them, he assumes cigars aren't allowed inside, though an unlit one sits in-between his fingers. He looks like he was just doing some work, clothes having some ash and soot on his white t shirt, suspenders tightly held.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
A bunch of armed men in suits flood out of the local Whaleheart Eats, many lightly injured and most panicking.
"Or am I now seeing clearly?"
A towering, lanky employee, dripping in black grease and his own blood, drags a squirming man in a much more expensive suit out the front door and tosses them to the ground.
"A life taken before your eyes, blood pouring on the leaves,"
The grease pools around the mafioso as the fry cook steps on his chest, pushing him beneath the ground.
"Let me see the good side, I'm begging on my knees..."
Pale claws reach from the oil slick and pull the man down into the black, kicking and screaming as the employee watches, his eyes dull.
"You'd bask in hate over love..."
The employee walks back inside, oil evaporating as the thug is vomited out of the blackness, clothes shredded by ravenous claws and teeth but body (comparatively) unharmed.
"So you'll fall as one."
The skinny, grey-skinned employee closes the door behind him, not bothering to look back as the mobster limps away, sobbing in terror.
"Now you fall as one."
The cook sits down on a chair in the dine-in area. He sits slumped, legs apart, clearly tired but not at all worried. He takes off his food service mask and gloves, revealing the golden scars on his right cheek and on his right arm, as if something slashed through his flesh there and he was repaired with some sort of flesh kintsugi. He picks up an abandoned drink and takes a sip.
Sam walks into the diner, a curious expression on his face that makes him look akin to a dog or otter. He quickly fixes his shaggy mohawk, brushing it back. His eyes meet the cook's as he waves and smiles brightly. "Oi there! Ye open?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“That’s all I’ve been doing since I found out. But there’s no results yet. I’m not a medical expert, after all.”
He shrugs. “…yeah. You’re already married to her after all. I would’ve thought that that would be a step you’d take before getting hitched.”
"Hmm, well, luckily, your student is." She sits down at her desk, "What are the symptoms you know of?"
"Eh, she doesn't much like her parents, and they don't seem to have much fondness for them. The only reason I get to meet them is because of our daughter and son." He shrugs, "Want some veges?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She tilts her head to the side and watches him for a moment before closing her eyes.
"Val?.. The kobold?" he asks.
He takes the tea in both hands, watching them in return as he sips the tea, still scolding hot but unaffected by the heat.
He nods weakly, leaning back and taking deep breaths.
After a bit, her body suddenly shakes. She grabs a napkin and coughs into it. She pulls away from it, a glob of dark blood staining the white paper.
"Are you okay?"
He raises an eyebrow, putting down his tea as he looks at the dark blood, "I don't think you are as well as you suggest. I'm here if you want any help." His voice carries genuine concern.
"I almost drowned, I'll be fine in a sec."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
“…one of my best friends is dying.”
”Good, good. You?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He returns the bow, smiling back at them a bit. He rests his hands, taking a deep breath "Are you ill, Fia?"
They look over to them, looking down into the water, waving them up weakly, but not able to do much.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"When?" She walks over to her wagon, which has expanded, gesturing them to follow.
"My son is growing up fast, I'm going to meet my wife's parents, and my birthday has passed. I'm alright."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She looks away, staring at her hands on the table, before nodding. "I've always been ill, since birth till now. Bones more fragile than glass, an immune system that is nonexistent, the inability to walk anywhere without help..."
He still does not surface. They can tell that he seems to be scared to come up.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods, tenting his hands. He doesn't say anything for a long time, closing his eyes and seemingly beginning to silently pray, likely for them. Once he's done, he opens his eyes once more, "I am ill, but not nearly as much as that, do you... want help where I could provide it?"
They recover, standing up and leaning over the water, they can hear, muffled, asking them to come up, though they don't plan to wait forever.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Not sure. A few decades. Four. Maybe five.”
“I’m really glad to hear that. I didn’t know you hadn’t met Saphuno’s parents. When’s that happening?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Well, that's a lot of time to find a cure, we need to get started on working. Do you have any DNA samples?"
"Mauric, look at me." He gestures to his open shirt "Do I seem like someone you introduce to your parents? I don't know when."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She smiles softly and shakes her head "No no.. I can handle myself fairly well." She said and laughed lightly, "You are kind.."
A pair of eyes, much like those of a crocodile, suddenly surfaces. "You are a bloody stubborn soul.." a rough gravelly voice grumbles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods, pulling his food back to himself, "It is only the least I can give to those in need. You are much worse off than I."
Zane jumps back, a little unexpectant of crocodile eyes, holding his chest before calming down a bit "Y-you're the one who saved me? T-thank you."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Do not pity me, please. I have survived this long with a weak constitution, I shall continue, perhaps." She shrugs.
"Well.. you were drowning.. who wouldn't save you?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oh... do my eyes deceive me?"
A bunch of armed men in suits flood out of the local Whaleheart Eats, many lightly injured and most panicking.
"Or am I now seeing clearly?"
A towering, lanky employee, dripping in black grease and his own blood, drags a squirming man in a much more expensive suit out the front door and tosses them to the ground.
"A life taken before your eyes, blood pouring on the leaves,"
The grease pools around the mafioso as the fry cook steps on his chest, pushing him beneath the ground.
"Let me see the good side, I'm begging on my knees..."
Pale claws reach from the oil slick and pull the man down into the black, kicking and screaming as the employee watches, his eyes dull.
"You'd bask in hate over love..."
The employee walks back inside, oil evaporating as the thug is vomited out of the blackness, clothes shredded by ravenous claws and teeth but body (comparatively) unharmed.
"So you'll fall as one."
The skinny, grey-skinned employee closes the door behind him, not bothering to look back as the mobster limps away, sobbing in terror.
"Now you fall as one."
The cook sits down on a chair in the dine-in area. He sits slumped, legs apart, clearly tired but not at all worried. He takes off his food service mask and gloves, revealing the golden scars on his right cheek and on his right arm, as if something slashed through his flesh there and he was repaired with some sort of flesh kintsugi. He picks up an abandoned drink and takes a sip.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“That’s all I’ve been doing since I found out. But there’s no results yet. I’m not a medical expert, after all.”
He shrugs. “…yeah. You’re already married to her after all. I would’ve thought that that would be a step you’d take before getting hitched.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"I would rather that be a guarantee than a chance. I would call it care, rather than pity." He smiles, ordering himself some tea.
He hits his chest, coughing up some more water, "I thought you might be with Val..."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Loo has decided to expand his influence beyond the dock, and more than that, explore the place he calls home. He finds them sitting alone, and walks over to sit next to them, he assumes cigars aren't allowed inside, though an unlit one sits in-between his fingers. He looks like he was just doing some work, clothes having some ash and soot on his white t shirt, suspenders tightly held.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Sam walks into the diner, a curious expression on his face that makes him look akin to a dog or otter. He quickly fixes his shaggy mohawk, brushing it back. His eyes meet the cook's as he waves and smiles brightly. "Oi there! Ye open?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She tilts her head to the side and watches him for a moment before closing her eyes.
"Val?.. The kobold?" he asks.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hmm, well, luckily, your student is." She sits down at her desk, "What are the symptoms you know of?"
"Eh, she doesn't much like her parents, and they don't seem to have much fondness for them. The only reason I get to meet them is because of our daughter and son." He shrugs, "Want some veges?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He takes the tea in both hands, watching them in return as he sips the tea, still scolding hot but unaffected by the heat.
He nods weakly, leaning back and taking deep breaths.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
After a bit, her body suddenly shakes. She grabs a napkin and coughs into it. She pulls away from it, a glob of dark blood staining the white paper.
"Are you okay?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He raises an eyebrow, putting down his tea as he looks at the dark blood, "I don't think you are as well as you suggest. I'm here if you want any help." His voice carries genuine concern.
"I almost drowned, I'll be fine in a sec."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)