I don't disagree, but - consistency, more or less.
[ the smile he gives is apologetic, here, but. yeah. only if it becomes really necessary - and likely, not because of rynlan himself, unless you're like, a murderer under your cyoa.
he nods, though, examining the pattern of the rash itself for a moment with his brows furrowed, mouth pulled into a tight frown. ]
...mmm. I can't say I'm familiar enough to know if that's normal [ troll bites ] but... let's just keep an eye on it. Hopefully, if we treat it with disinfectant and just keep it well taken care of, it won't spread.
...it wiped out almost the entire world. Civilization existed in small safe zones-- we were sent to find books from the 'Old World', for their informational value. The trolls we fought were... they were people who were transformed by that disease.
It began with the rash. Progressed rapidly. Those who succumbed early were lucky, and those who lived long enough... were twisted. Some could still speak. Called out in human voices.
he doesn't say anything. just holds still, for a moment, listening to what rynlan has to say, focused heavily on the sight in front of him. his voice is calm and gentle, no change in inflection. ]
Symptoms? [ he trusts rynlan to hopefully know these things. he was a healer, right? ] With the end result being the twisted nature. What came in between, were you able to find out? Or how long it takes to progress?
[ the aren thing is - that's upsetting, and his heart aches for him but unfortunately the prime minister takes first precedent. ]
...progression of the rash. Blistering and bleeding spreading from the original site, pain, exhaustion. Coughing blood. Seemed to take longer than a couple of weeks.
he nods, as he finally pulls back and removes the gloves, going to dispose of them immediately. ]
...Alright. If it's okay, I'd like to check on this and see if it's progressing tomorrow morning. Is Thancred going to help you get to the boat tomorrow? Or do you need something?
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[he's not lavi how the fuck is he gonna kill a jock or a god?
the good news is these were at least cleaned and wrapped yesterday, but they do need the new round of care.]
...the rash only appeared when we came back.
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[ the smile he gives is apologetic, here, but. yeah. only if it becomes really necessary - and likely, not because of rynlan himself, unless you're like, a murderer under your cyoa.
he nods, though, examining the pattern of the rash itself for a moment with his brows furrowed, mouth pulled into a tight frown. ]
...mmm. I can't say I'm familiar enough to know if that's normal [ troll bites ] but... let's just keep an eye on it. Hopefully, if we treat it with disinfectant and just keep it well taken care of, it won't spread.
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[it's been two months of post apocalyptic shit and basically his whole body hurts, please do not make him.]
It was normal for the disease there, but we were immune.
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lu bixing doesn't still, really, but his hands twitch a little. ]
Tell me what the disease was like, as far as you can recall.
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[he's quiet before he continues, uncertain.]
...it wiped out almost the entire world. Civilization existed in small safe zones-- we were sent to find books from the 'Old World', for their informational value. The trolls we fought were... they were people who were transformed by that disease.
It began with the rash. Progressed rapidly. Those who succumbed early were lucky, and those who lived long enough... were twisted. Some could still speak. Called out in human voices.
In Aren's, once.
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he doesn't say anything. just holds still, for a moment, listening to what rynlan has to say, focused heavily on the sight in front of him. his voice is calm and gentle, no change in inflection. ]
Symptoms? [ he trusts rynlan to hopefully know these things. he was a healer, right? ] With the end result being the twisted nature. What came in between, were you able to find out? Or how long it takes to progress?
[ the aren thing is - that's upsetting, and his heart aches for him but unfortunately the prime minister takes first precedent. ]
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...Okay. High fever, too?
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I don't know all the exact details-- I had someone else's memories, along with mine, but I can't really consult them now.
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he nods, as he finally pulls back and removes the gloves, going to dispose of them immediately. ]
...Alright. If it's okay, I'd like to check on this and see if it's progressing tomorrow morning. Is Thancred going to help you get to the boat tomorrow? Or do you need something?
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[leg hurty.]