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pearheaded[The bar door suddenly swings open. As the lightning crashes behind him, illuminating a crisp white outline around his figure, Ian walks silently in, dripping with rain water, a hoodie drawn over his unruly green hair. He glances to the left—to the right—before sitting down with a shadow crossing his features. After a beat, he looks up to the bartender, brown eyes all too serious.
And then—]
... A pitcher of water, please~!
[That was pretty much an obvious outcome, but anyway, not important!! What totally is important is that he's sitting at the bar happily drinking his pitcher of water. Granted he's inhumanly drinking the whole thing in one go, but hey, what can ya do? And then he'll go ahead and play some darts. And fail at it by not hitting the board at all. What, does he look like a good aim? Hell naw. And when that's said and done, he'll hang out with the drunks and sing songs, because that's what responsible adults do. Is he drunk? No. Can you tell? Probably not.
IT'S FRIDAY NIGHT, BABY. PARTY HARDY!!]
[Ian proceeds to wander off into the woods like he usual does, in excellent spirits. There are no robbers or thieves to worry about out here, man. That's always a great thing. But ah, he needs to prep some more medicine for the people here, so he goes to the store first and foremost. When you see him going through the woods, he'll be hefting a bag of sugar on his shoulder (and Birdy on his head, until they part ways at a local tree |D).
He ventures to his usual sleeping place outside: a shallow space roofed by a fallen tree, and proceeds to do what he's done for quite a long time. Eyesight cutting through the dark, he presses a pocket knife into his wrist and lets fall droplets of blood into a bowl—it aches, but it's only temporary he tells himself; the wound closes soon after the blade is removed, and he rolls the bowl around and around in hand, letting the red coat a fine layer.
When it dries, he scrapes it into a powdery pile, and adds the sugar.
... viola. He wipes up his arm and holds up a filled vial, content. Whether or not he's got peeping toms is up to you.]
[Voice]
Hey there new feathers! My name is Ian Kolansky, and I'm a medicine seller. If you ever find yourselves injured, whether barely or horribly, have no fear, I am here! My cure-all medicine will heal any flesh wound or broken bone in a matter of moments! Not to mention, it'll even grow back anything severed. Well, as long as it's not your head and you're, y'know, alive and all that.
And here in Luceti, the usual payments of 19.99 are cut down to...
0.00! That's right, it's free here! Everything is, I'll have you know! Just ask good ol' Ian here, and I'll get you some right away!
[Why not force some sort of payment? Well... how the hell would he even? Luceti can give just about anything. He's pledged to himself he'd always do this job, and the lack of payment certainly won't be stopping him any time soon; he views it as a... as a promise to himself. 'This is what you're doing at home, so don't forget it'.
...Though, the pay would have been great to have. ;~;]
And then—]
... A pitcher of water, please~!
[That was pretty much an obvious outcome, but anyway, not important!! What totally is important is that he's sitting at the bar happily drinking his pitcher of water. Granted he's inhumanly drinking the whole thing in one go, but hey, what can ya do? And then he'll go ahead and play some darts. And fail at it by not hitting the board at all. What, does he look like a good aim? Hell naw. And when that's said and done, he'll hang out with the drunks and sing songs, because that's what responsible adults do. Is he drunk? No. Can you tell? Probably not.
IT'S FRIDAY NIGHT, BABY. PARTY HARDY!!]
[Ian proceeds to wander off into the woods like he usual does, in excellent spirits. There are no robbers or thieves to worry about out here, man. That's always a great thing. But ah, he needs to prep some more medicine for the people here, so he goes to the store first and foremost. When you see him going through the woods, he'll be hefting a bag of sugar on his shoulder (and Birdy on his head, until they part ways at a local tree |D).
He ventures to his usual sleeping place outside: a shallow space roofed by a fallen tree, and proceeds to do what he's done for quite a long time. Eyesight cutting through the dark, he presses a pocket knife into his wrist and lets fall droplets of blood into a bowl—it aches, but it's only temporary he tells himself; the wound closes soon after the blade is removed, and he rolls the bowl around and around in hand, letting the red coat a fine layer.
When it dries, he scrapes it into a powdery pile, and adds the sugar.
... viola. He wipes up his arm and holds up a filled vial, content. Whether or not he's got peeping toms is up to you.]
[Voice]
Hey there new feathers! My name is Ian Kolansky, and I'm a medicine seller. If you ever find yourselves injured, whether barely or horribly, have no fear, I am here! My cure-all medicine will heal any flesh wound or broken bone in a matter of moments! Not to mention, it'll even grow back anything severed. Well, as long as it's not your head and you're, y'know, alive and all that.
And here in Luceti, the usual payments of 19.99 are cut down to...
0.00! That's right, it's free here! Everything is, I'll have you know! Just ask good ol' Ian here, and I'll get you some right away!
[Why not force some sort of payment? Well... how the hell would he even? Luceti can give just about anything. He's pledged to himself he'd always do this job, and the lack of payment certainly won't be stopping him any time soon; he views it as a... as a promise to himself. 'This is what you're doing at home, so don't forget it'.
...Though, the pay would have been great to have. ;~;]
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Date: 2011-03-13 04:35 am (UTC)... "Tree-men"? So you are a sort of plant sapient? I have... admittedly seen very few of those. But that is incredibly fascinating.
And that treatment is absolutely appalling. Even if your species is capable of yielding medicines like this, that in no way excuses your treatment by others. Frankly, those imbeciles should be honoured to have your species in their presence at all. [Robert snorts derisively.] It is just as I would have suspected from pre-Terran humans, though... always being abominations of some kind or another.
It seems to me it would be far more wise to cooperate with your species instead of attack them, but when were pre-Terran humans ever wise?
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Date: 2011-03-13 04:41 am (UTC)Oi, I won't have you talking ill of my world's humans as a whole. My parents were very good, wise people, and Henrietta is a compassionate, sweet soul, and all the people in the villages I've helped were always hard-working and kind, my own village included.
I'll look at the person, not the race they're from, for my judgments.
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Date: 2011-03-13 04:45 am (UTC)But the fact you could even be treated that way... [Robert shakes his head and sighs heavily, bringing a hand to rest against his chin.] I just find it sickening that such a thing could even be concieved of.
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Date: 2011-03-13 04:48 am (UTC)Their city was a group of scared people in the middle of a war, led by an awful person. I've long since forgiven. Besides, some of my best friends were the ones trying to use me.
So... I'll just keep making the medicine for the people here, just like I do back home, and hope it helps where it can.
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Date: 2011-03-13 04:51 am (UTC)If you would not object to me seeing a sample of your medicine sometime - assuming it does not injure you or strain you too greatly to do so - then I would be most enthusiastic. I am composing a report on various' worlds manifestations of magic and how that relates to physics... But I am also an astrobiologist, and I greatly appreciate any chance I have to communicate with non-human sapients. It is always a deep honour to see the many spectra of sapience in the multiverse.
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Date: 2011-03-13 07:48 am (UTC)But I don't want everyone to know about this just yet. I'm still trying to rewrite the way I've been working for over a hundred years, so... uh, it's a little weird for me, yanno?
Though, I don't know how much you'd really get to find out with just some blood...
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Date: 2011-03-13 07:57 am (UTC)It... certainly can be strange to be forced into a place so much unlike your home. Paranormal phenomena are entirely nonexistent in my multiverse, so it has been strange adjusting to magic, souls and the like as being actually plausible. Theoretically. ... Though I have seen magic myself now.
In that light, I will keep the information confidential, if you would prefer. It is mostly due to my curiosity, admittedly - and also because I would be interested to meet you. Your species sounds extremely intriguing.
... and, depending on what tools I used to study it, I could potentially discover quite a lot about your species. Genetic analysis and all that... Though Luceti lacks the technology to do such an analysis.
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Date: 2011-03-14 05:52 am (UTC)[WHAT IS GENETIC ANALYSIS, WHAT IS A MULTIVERSE, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. @_@]
Though I... Thanks for thinking I'm interesting, without... ha, y'know, trying to cut me open, or something...
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Date: 2011-03-14 09:43 pm (UTC)I would never stoop to such despicable behaviour on a sapient. Rest assured that your bodily integrity means far more to me than it does to the Malnosso, or any other imbecile whom would willingly inflict such damage upon any person.
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Date: 2011-03-15 05:04 am (UTC)He believes that, both here and at home: that bad people are few and far between.]
... That's good. I'm really glad.
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Date: 2011-03-15 09:30 am (UTC)I know it may seem somewhat... empty for me to say to not be so afraid here, but I hope that it means something when I say this place has been kinder to non-human sapients than some worlds are.
It likely does not matter as much here, because we are all united under the commonality of us all being prisoners of the Malnosso... and all the universes are so different from each other that it is hardly fair for us to prioitize one species over another.
[Robert sighs a little.] Of course, there is always the chance of bigots here... I have seen some myself, unfortunately. But certainly most people here would try to protect you if at all possible. [Robert would, if "protect" didn't involve fighting of any kind.]
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Date: 2011-03-16 07:01 am (UTC)[Voice // Filtered 95%]
Date: 2011-03-16 06:55 pm (UTC)That, and it's inherently difficult for him to trust other people, what with his social anxiety. Still, Ian's words really do ring true when he thinks about it, and that fact is probably one of the oddest ones he's had to come to grips with here.]
You have remarkable fortitude. Many in your position would not maintain such optimism, but it is commendable that you do.
Forgive me, I ought to give you a proper introduction instead of being so unprofessional. My name is Professor Robert Alexander Hastings. [He allows a small but genuine smile - it's getting easier to give those.]
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Date: 2011-03-17 08:56 am (UTC)[Voice // Filtered 95%]
Date: 2011-03-17 10:32 pm (UTC)Re: [Voice // Filtered 95%]
Date: 2011-03-19 06:59 am (UTC)[He smiles a little. Yeah... this was all gonna be okay.]