... Ah, maybe I ought to start writing. [it's not fears on your face week, but maybe that's obvious in her tone regardless.] Don't know where I'd even start, though.
Just in the sense that you'd like to keep your hands busy... and the image of you sitting underneath a tree, chipping out a bunny out of a block feels like something that just makes sense.
Why, hands too fidgety? You won't be able to learn how to patch someone else if they are.
... I don't know, really. Mostly I just want you to have backup when people are hurt. It shouldn't all be on you to take care of. So - anything you've got that you think would come in handy.
[ This is true solely for the fact that I cannot predict when a CYOA will return on any given day. It could be anywhere from like 3am to 7am. ]
Sure. Basics then, at least to tide people over until you can get them to either me, Mr. Greengrass... Ms. Gainsborough or Ishtar too, I think are at least somewhat knowledgeable.
Gods, yeah, that is a pretty big switch over. I mean, good for us. Maybe not so good for you? I don't know what you like. [...] I really don't know what you like and I should, actually.
What d'you mean do much about it? Maybe I just want to know because we're friends. All your memories and things don't have to just stick in the book, Daan, I can hold them too.
That's because it is. Sure, you can do things unimaginable, like heal without tools... but everything is an exchange. Even modern medicine -- I mentioned it to you, didn't I? That everything is an equivalent exchange. You give up something of yourself to heal others.
That's what the Baron taught me. For modern medicine, I trade my life to learn the practice -- that's the price of saving lives.
The occult price is... different. It opens doors and wears away your mind.
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... Ah, maybe I ought to start writing. [it's not fears on your face week, but maybe that's obvious in her tone regardless.] Don't know where I'd even start, though.
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[ Daan can only do so much talking and walking around. He needs a break. ]
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Guess that's why I actually picked up doing the whittling thing, yeah. Hands busy.
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Because of Mr. Boothill?
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Maybe a bit.
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[ Oh right as an aside should we handwave him teaching Karlach a few med basics or do we want to talk about it? ]
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Really? I guess so. I've never thought of myself as someone that's good at little fiddly things like this.
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Why, hands too fidgety? You won't be able to learn how to patch someone else if they are.
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[little tail flick.]
No, not that so much, I can manage. I'm just built more for breaking things. Even if I don't want to be.
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[ He is not actually small so he can't say he's small. He's still just short of six feet. ]
You know how to bandage and all... was there anything in particular you were raring to learn?
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... I don't know, really. Mostly I just want you to have backup when people are hurt. It shouldn't all be on you to take care of. So - anything you've got that you think would come in handy.
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Sure. Basics then, at least to tide people over until you can get them to either me, Mr. Greengrass... Ms. Gainsborough or Ishtar too, I think are at least somewhat knowledgeable.
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Never been support before. [she says, amused.] It'll be a nice change of pace.
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Rough job. I think I mentioned I got out of it because I could sign up to be a medic.
That was bad enough. Really not interested in being the one with the gun or sword or whatever.
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[her tail flops on his arm. i've made this comparison before but it's very cat tail on the keyboard.]
I think you're better at this. At helping people. Guns and swords and things don't really suit you.
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I don't think they suit me either.
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My first real job was as a butler's assistant in an estate. Wouldn't have imagined I'd get into doctoring, but here I am.
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Gods, yeah, that is a pretty big switch over. I mean, good for us. Maybe not so good for you? I don't know what you like. [...] I really don't know what you like and I should, actually.
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...Learning medicine was fine. I preferred it, actually, to other things I was familiar with.
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[a beat.]
Other things like what?
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[ He's just silent at that for a minute. Well, both things actually. ]
I believe my bulletin lists two types of healing.
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Sure. Regular and occult. But I don't really know what occult means to you. You always talk about it like it's awful.
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That's what the Baron taught me. For modern medicine, I trade my life to learn the practice -- that's the price of saving lives.
The occult price is... different. It opens doors and wears away your mind.
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Like the worst kinds of magic. [she says, finally.] ... You did the occult one for a while? Or brief.
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[she says, quietly. for a moment, she mulls this over. survive the streets, huh.]
It... what d'you mean wears away your mind?
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