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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: 2011-03-12 07:06 am (UTC)How? [in spite of her skepticism she still can’t hide the excitement in her voice.]
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Date: 2011-03-12 07:07 am (UTC)[Looks like Ian should be a character in Slayers. :|a]
After all, I can't be the best medicine seller if everyone knows how it works.
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Date: 2011-03-12 07:09 am (UTC)[S-she wants to see. ;_; ]
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Date: 2011-03-12 07:14 am (UTC)Yanno?
[action]
Date: 2011-03-12 07:28 am (UTC)[He'd followed Ian to the woods - years of practice with stealth and deceit had helped him remain out of sight - and he was now watching this odd ritual he seemed to be undergoing. The only real signs of Tattoi being there are some plumes of mist that might be written off as fog. ...Very localized fog. :|b]
Re: [action] 1/2
Date: 2011-03-12 08:11 am (UTC)But... after a while, that fog does catch his eye. He drops the vial and leaps up, surprised.]
What the heck...! Is the forest haunted or something...?!
Re: [action]
Date: 2011-03-12 08:13 am (UTC)Hey, ghosts! Stop being jerks!
I-I'm not scared of you anyway, so there!
So l-lay off the foggy stuff, huh??
[action] t-those keywords /dies
Date: 2011-03-12 08:24 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-03-12 08:27 am (UTC)Did something good happen to you?
Re: [action] Ian likes hideous keywords :'| 1/2
Date: 2011-03-12 08:35 am (UTC)Re: [action] 2/3 ALSO I lie about combos
Date: 2011-03-12 08:37 am (UTC)PLEASE, SPIRITS, I'M A GENTLE SOUL AND I WOULDN'T HURT A FLY! IS THIS YOUR SPECIAL FALLEN TREE? I'M SORRY, I SHOULD'VE RESPECTED IT! OH HONORABLE TREE, FORGIVE ME FOR BOTHERING YO—
Re: [action]
Date: 2011-03-12 08:38 am (UTC)OH GOD, ARE YOU THE SPIRIT OF THAT TREE?! I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO MESS UP YOUR GRAVE! PLEASE SPARE ME!!
Re: [action]
Date: 2011-03-12 08:40 am (UTC)I'm alive! That's plenty reason to be happy, don't you think?
[oh!]
Do you think I could have another pitcher, Mr. Bartender?
[action]
Date: 2011-03-12 08:43 am (UTC)Coming right up.
[And right up it comes.]
So what's your name, Mr. Stranger?
[Voice]
Date: 2011-03-12 08:43 am (UTC)Reconstructing severed limbs? Well, if you have medicine like that, you ought to be running clinical trials on its efficacy and then mass-producing it. Such a medicine would be quite an asset.
I would be fascinated to see a trial of this medicine in use. [Though Robert would be... less than enthusiastic about cutting off a limb to test it.]
From where do you source this medicine?
Re: [Voice]
Date: 2011-03-12 08:45 am (UTC)You
talk kinda' weird.
[WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT.
WHAT ARE THESE BIG KID WORDS. D'8]
[Voice]
Date: 2011-03-12 08:49 am (UTC)Layperson's terms it is then.]
... The medicine you make should be tested and then sold widely. Though I find your claims as to what it does... difficult to believe, if they are true then they are revolutionary.
Terran medicine can reconstruct limbs, yes, but the grafting can be something of a tedious process, to say nothing of the complexity of the cell matrices involved...
I take it you are not a doctor? [Because a doctor should recognize these words.]
Re: [Voice]
Date: 2011-03-12 08:57 am (UTC)N-no, I'm not really much of a doctor... I just sell the medicine, really.
[How do I explain that being sold widely is difficult? I mean, 'you'd have to squeeze me dry of blood on a regular basis' is a really hideous way to explain it...]
I know it's kinda crazy, but what reason would I have to lie about something I'm giving away for free, in a place where I can't run away or anything?
[action] /DIES LAUGHING (1/2)
Date: 2011-03-12 08:59 am (UTC)[With another hiss of steam, he tests out the change...]
Re: [action]
Date: 2011-03-12 09:00 am (UTC)And who're you?
[action]
Date: 2011-03-12 09:00 am (UTC)[Even more loud, hissing steam!]
Re: [action] 1/2
Date: 2011-03-12 09:02 am (UTC)THAT—
[Voice]
Date: 2011-03-12 09:02 am (UTC)... Thought that does give you less of a reason to lie, the claims themselves are quite... incredible. And extraordinary claims demand extraordinary evidence. Hence why I would be fascinated to see this medicine in action.
After all, if such a medicine as this exists, it likely deserves intense study into its properties. You say you are not a doctor, yet you are able to make a medicine that would be considered revolutionary even by my own world's standards - this is something that deserves some exploration.
Re: [action] oh god.... I really do combo too much >_>
Date: 2011-03-12 09:03 am (UTC)[why yes I can sound terrified while making a face like this]
Re: [Voice]
Date: 2011-03-12 09:06 am (UTC)Like, familiar as in 'hey tree guy can we cut you apart and see how you work?'.
He swallows nervously. Don't panic, Ian. Just, uh, don't think about that.]
Well, it's not much for exploring; my world doesn't have a whole lot of people for dis-trib-uting, and it's a little tough for people to take it with 'em when they leave Luceti...
Y'know. Since they forget being here.