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       Re: Doc Oc
   DIR By: falconianp
       Date: December 25, 2024, 2:42 am
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       [center]Doctor Monthelm
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       [center]There is no odor so bad as that which arises from
       goodness tainted.[/center]
       Status (Medical) 3 || Medium
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       There's a hesitant look as she approaches, and when she reaches
       for his shirt, he gives her a strange sort of look at first.
       "I..."
       Well, she was trying to cover herself. Maybe it's just that.
       He doesn't ultimately resist what she's doing, but he does
       notice she's just sort of acting without talking. Once his shirt
       is off, assuming she's not about to do something unexpected, he
       clears his throat and pulls out his phone. "Can you not talk? Or
       do you just lack social graces?" he asks her.
       Either way, he sets the phone to a text to speech app and shows
       that to her as if to offer to bridge that gap. It's his work
       phone, it's fine.
       #Post#: 526--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Doc Oc
   DIR By: EvilSqueegee
       Date: December 25, 2024, 2:52 am
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       Tell: Lavender Eyes
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       Once she’s got it, she puts the shirt on. It’s just long enough
       to cover her up, even if she’s still barefoot in the freezing
       cold that is Christmas Eve in Boston. She doesn’t seem to mind
       too much. He, on the other hand, now has to deal with
       technically-not-freezing temperatures without his shirt.
       She takes his phone and her thumbs type furiously for a moment.
       ::Don’t you watch the news? It’s dangerous by the water. Are you
       okay?::
       It would appear that she both cannot speak, and lacks social
       graces.
       At least she’s concerned for his well-being, instead of lacking
       social graces and being a complete fuck about it.
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       Re: Doc Oc
   DIR By: falconianp
       Date: December 25, 2024, 3:01 am
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       [center]There is no odor so bad as that which arises from
       goodness tainted.[/center]
       Status (Medical) 3 || Medium
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       He, of course, had a jacket that he puts back on, which is still
       less effective without the shirt, but it could be worse.
       "I hadn't known the problem was that widespread," he responds,
       glancing to the crushed creature for a moment. "And I needed to
       prepare some sea salt. Magical reasons, I can't just buy it at
       the store," he adds, motioning to the pan that by now is nearly
       boiled out and left with a salty residue. Before that burns, he
       does lean over to switch that off.
       He does, though, lean over towards the creature and pluck a few
       key samples from it with a scalpel (yes he keeps one with him),
       like eyes and whatever he can get of its arm bits, and puts them
       into the jar. He'll just have to keep the salt coated on the pan
       for now.
       "So were you already looking into these things or did I just get
       lucky you happened to be... swimming by?" he asks. While clearly
       still shaken by everything, he doesn't seem to have the 'oh my
       god tentacled sea-women exist' surprise to him.
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       Re: Doc Oc
   DIR By: EvilSqueegee
       Date: December 25, 2024, 3:19 am
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       Tell: Lavender Eyes
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       ::I’ve been hunting for them ever since one attacked me the
       other night. I don’t know anything about them other than they
       come from further out in the ocean, and they eat people. I’ve
       only ever seen two of them.::
       She watches as he takes his samples, wincing a little as he
       slices a part of it’s compound eye for his evidence collection.
       Then it dawns on her: He said he practices magic. And he’s
       already not shocked that tentacled sea women exist.
       She lights up and furiously types again.
       ::I’ve never met anyone else who does magic. I know a little bit
       too. Haven’t done any since I changed, though. Can’t talk
       anymore.::
       #Post#: 529--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Doc Oc
   DIR By: falconianp
       Date: December 25, 2024, 3:29 am
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       [center]There is no odor so bad as that which arises from
       goodness tainted.[/center]
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       Beautiful, tentacled, and can do magic. The trifecta.
       "I'll have to see what I can learn about them from this,"
       tapping at the jar, which he seals up and puts in his bag. He
       makes sure the pan has cooled down before carefully lodging it
       there too in a way that won't just make all the caked salt
       dislodge, "And avoid further beach walks for the time being."
       He should have what he needs for his next 'offering,' though.
       "There are many forms of magic that don't rely on one's voice,
       though I'm not sure what you can do," he says. Considering for a
       moment, he glances in the vague direction he hears the ghost,
       then back to her. "I'm what some call a Conjurer, or Binder. A
       Warlock if they're too keyed into popular media," he explains
       somewhat dryly.
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       Re: Doc Oc
   DIR By: EvilSqueegee
       Date: December 25, 2024, 3:39 am
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       Tell: Lavender Eyes
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       She shakes her head.
       Right. She doesn’t need to hide herself from him. That
       means she can use her telepathy. It’s much easier for her
       to use her mind to communicate, even if she hasn’t had
       much practice since her First Change.
       Monthelm would simply, and suddenly, understand that she could
       summon things from beyond The Veil, including but not limited to
       the dead. There’s a feeling of excitement at discovering
       someone to talk to.
       He would then know that she’s been afloat, lost at sea,
       for about a month. Living as an animal, hunting and swimming and
       not having a place in the human’s world any more.
       Her telepathy isn’t typical; it’s a shared knowledge
       rather than directly ‘spoken.’ Her thoughts
       aren’t narrative or legible so much as they are a
       coalescence of ideas.
       #Post#: 531--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Doc Oc
   DIR By: falconianp
       Date: December 25, 2024, 4:11 am
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       [center]There is no odor so bad as that which arises from
       goodness tainted.[/center]
       Status (Medical) 3 || Medium
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       The sudden mental imagery clearly surprises him, his brow
       furrowing and a look of confusion on his face before his
       conscious mind catches up with the rush of images.
       --- Quote ---
       > Falco Request: [6d10 t8] Roll: [7, 6, 5, 5, 4, 2] Result: 0
       Reason: Occult -1 for it being a bit out of his sphere. Do you
       know about CBs? 9a
       > Screw that, using Informed (Ocean) to turn failure into a
       success
       --- End Quote ---
       "So... you changed about a month ago then?" he asks, apparently
       not quite willing to immediately attempt to respond
       telepathically, even if that would work. "I've been working with
       another shapeshifter, but they're a bear. Still working out some
       details with them," he mentions, "An octopus one is new to me,
       though. I suppose that makes some sense, though, given
       mythology, a summoner within the deep," he muses aloud.
       Refocusing on the concept, he manages a smile to her, "The point
       being, you're far from the first shapechanger to end up finding
       a way to reintegrate into society. I could potentially help with
       that. I do owe you," he offers. "To start with, I have an extra
       room at my home, if you'd like to try sleeping on dry land. I'm
       not sure how appealing or not that is to you."
       "As for your magic, my focus is on the dead as well, and the
       stranger things attached to the Underworld. So maybe I can help
       you figure that back out..."
       #Post#: 532--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Doc Oc
   DIR By: EvilSqueegee
       Date: December 25, 2024, 11:04 am
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       Tell: Lavender Eyes
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       She nods at his question about when she changed. There’d be a
       quick succession of images, the sinking of a yacht -- blood. A
       drug-addled haze. Seeing red. A feeling of panic devolving into
       a defensive rage.
       To contrast that horrible experience, he’d feel elation at the
       idea of a place to stay. Re-integrating to society. A deep,
       powerful curiosity at the idea of working magic together.
       And then he’d be suddenly aware of how cold it was. She’s
       shivering. His shirt affords her some decency, but that’s just
       about it.
       #Post#: 535--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Doc Oc
   DIR By: falconianp
       Date: December 25, 2024, 1:57 pm
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       [center]There is no odor so bad as that which arises from
       goodness tainted.[/center]
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       Gavin frowns slightly at that point. He had probably just
       assumed that as an ocean creature the frigid temperature meant
       little to her, but he can just about feel how that's not the
       case.
       "Why don't we head back to my car? Here, carry this," he says,
       reaching down to carefully pick up the portable bunsen burner
       and hand it to her. It's off but radiates a decent bit of heat
       still. Something, at least, until they get to the heated
       vehicle.
       "We can talk magic once you've stopped shivering."
       #Post#: 537--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Doc Oc
   DIR By: EvilSqueegee
       Date: December 25, 2024, 2:44 pm
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       Tell: Lavender Eyes
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       She holds the burner close and follows him to his car. It
       doesn’t take long to heat up.
       Gratitude is the next thing to wade through his consciousness.
       She hands him the burner, not knowing where it’s supposed to go
       -- before the questions start popping into his mind, a torrent
       of curiosity and excitement bubbling up from behind a dam that
       usually keeps those things hidden.
       Are there others who practice? Does he need any assistance? What
       sort of experience does he have? What could she do in place of
       using her voice? What’s the salt for?
       And then, interrupting the flow of thoughts begging for answers,
       it dawns on him that they’ve just left the crushed carcass of
       the predator out for anyone to find. It will need to be disposed
       of before they leave the beach.
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