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kore_logs2013-09-04 10:05 pm
tryingitall) wrote in kore_logs2013-09-04 10:05 pm
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a tisket, a tasket, an angel with a basket?
Who: Balthazar, Mina and open!
Where: the library and the outskirts of town
When: Day 109, around nightfall
Summary: Balthazar's promised to try and teach Mina about angelic healing powers, because that can't possibly go wrong. He can also be found inspecting various edible weeds growing around the town and forest eaves.
On the one hand, Balthazar is as content in Kore as he has been in thousands of years. No wars, no bewildering orders from on high, no siblings murdering one another, and on top of that he has both mortal friends and archangels being relatively sociable. If it weren't for the looming fear of things taking a turn for the lethal, he'd be downright ecstatic to be here.
But the food situation is worrisome, and the monster situation is worse. He finds himself racking his brain to think of ways to keep the status as quo as possible. It's not his job, of course. He never signed on to play shepherd to a motley crew of humans and others, and most of them probably wouldn't thank him for worrying about them anyway. Maybe if there was enough alcohol available to actually keep him drunk, he wouldn't bother. Maybe he's trying to keep himself from fretting over how quickly and easily the people he cares about can be taken away.
Times like this, he misses Anna.
And so, he finds himself, circling the outskirts of the town and plucking what plants he can find out of the shadows of buildings as the sun sets behind him.
When it's finally fully dark, he crosses back over to the library, leaving his basket just outside the door. If anyone helps themselves to the plants, that's fine with him. He's not going to eat them, anyway.
He doesn't bother with a light once inside, sitting on a desk to wait for Mina. He can see well enough in the blackness, and presumably so can she.
Where: the library and the outskirts of town
When: Day 109, around nightfall
Summary: Balthazar's promised to try and teach Mina about angelic healing powers, because that can't possibly go wrong. He can also be found inspecting various edible weeds growing around the town and forest eaves.
On the one hand, Balthazar is as content in Kore as he has been in thousands of years. No wars, no bewildering orders from on high, no siblings murdering one another, and on top of that he has both mortal friends and archangels being relatively sociable. If it weren't for the looming fear of things taking a turn for the lethal, he'd be downright ecstatic to be here.
But the food situation is worrisome, and the monster situation is worse. He finds himself racking his brain to think of ways to keep the status as quo as possible. It's not his job, of course. He never signed on to play shepherd to a motley crew of humans and others, and most of them probably wouldn't thank him for worrying about them anyway. Maybe if there was enough alcohol available to actually keep him drunk, he wouldn't bother. Maybe he's trying to keep himself from fretting over how quickly and easily the people he cares about can be taken away.
Times like this, he misses Anna.
And so, he finds himself, circling the outskirts of the town and plucking what plants he can find out of the shadows of buildings as the sun sets behind him.
When it's finally fully dark, he crosses back over to the library, leaving his basket just outside the door. If anyone helps themselves to the plants, that's fine with him. He's not going to eat them, anyway.
He doesn't bother with a light once inside, sitting on a desk to wait for Mina. He can see well enough in the blackness, and presumably so can she.
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"You're definitely slowing the blood flow," he says, pointing out the blueness at his fingertips. It's starting to feel numb, too. Not exactly healing, but it's body manipulation and it may open the door to more. "I think you're blocking the artery, though."
There's a twinge in the muscle now, as well, and he's not certain whether it's from lack of blood flow or if her will is actually pulling at his flesh. Not a pleasant thought, but even if she accidentally snaps his arm, he'll heal. "Don't overexert yourself. Rest when you need to."
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"Damn," she hissed, leaning back in her seat.
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She nodded slightly. "I feel...intrigued," she finally decided.
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"Or...actually, I wonder if it wouldn't help to talk to Fortescue. I don't believe she does much healing, but she's certainly a sorceress of some sort. Her input might be useful. Do you know her?"
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Her sea-storm eyes raised with interest a little at the mention of a sorceress however. "No," she said. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure."
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"Would you like me to get in touch with her and introduce you?"
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She dipped her head courteously. "Yes, I do think so."
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"Perhaps we'll call it a night, then, and I'll get to work on that. I'll be your guinea pig another time, though."
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Really, it was sort of funny, how she'd gone from loathing the man passionately to almost...well...not almost...begrudgingly respecting him. But that was just a further testimony to the mercurial state of things in Kore, she supposed.
Everything was the Doctor. Wildly unpredictable.
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"I'm not an every day man." He answers with a smile in return, and rises.
"All right. I'll let you know when I've talked to Fortescue. Possibly we can just meet here again in a few days." He offers a handshake. "A pleasure, by the way. I really hope we can make this work."
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She did so enjoy being a gentleman, after all.
"I rather hope so as well," she replied. "After all. People do seem to have a tendency to get hurt around here. I don't imagine that'll be getting any better any time soon."