The first magpie [action]

[fistfullofmagic]

[Consciousness returns to him at a leisurely pace. For a few moments Dhaos refuses to open his eyes, preferring to attempt to banish the residual images of fire and steel, of the light of death and dancing crustaceans. After finding his efforts only marginally successful, he finally decides to face the world.

The first sight that greets him is a view of the ceiling, though a bit of an IV drip is visible from the corner of his eye. Turning his head slightly - it hurts too much to move anything else - he traces the tube running from the bottom of the bag with his eyes. It's connected to me, he mentally notes somewhat dispassionately as he watches the blood flow into his veins. He returns his gaze to the ceiling.]

So it was all real then...? [To anyone listening, they would think the slight tremble in his voice was purely from the trauma of the previous day.]



((OOC: Open post! Anyone who's in the clinic or wishes to drop by can bother Dhaos if they want~))

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[heal_theworld]

[Martel hears him talking, and pokes her head in.] Oh, you're awake again.

[fistfullofmagic]

[Dhaos looks towards the voice as best he can.] ...You're one of the ones who saved me. Thank you. [He smiles a little, for he really is grateful, even if... Even if part of him wishes this oddly familiar woman hadn't.]

[heal_theworld]

It was no trouble at all. I'm a healer, it's what I do. [She walks over to him and she figures she might as well ask him now.] Are you from...Aselia?

[fistfullofmagic]

[She knows of Aselia? ...Wait, perhaps she's from Aselia? But then why would she...? He mentally shakes his head. No, she's probably simply unaware of his identity. One way or another, there's no reason to answer her question with anything less than the truth, he decides.

In a manner of speaking. It was my last location before... here. However, my birth place was Derris-Kharlan.

[heal_theworld]

[Martel's eyes widen.] You were born on Derris-Kharlan? ...But you're not an elf. Not that I can sense. [He feels very different. Like a half elf, but...not.]

Action.

[wheatdos]

[Not far off with his back to him was a sciency looking fellow, stalking around the clinic. He was still looking for someone to speak to about joining. Jesus. was it really this hard to locate someone? Anyone? though with his clipboard clutched in his hand and his lab coat, he looked very much like a doctor in himself. Although he was looking for someone of the clinic, he couldn't help but become a LITTLE intrigued with the patients. When Wheatley hears one of them speak too, he immediately decides he HAS to jump for that opportunity. He turns around, trying to look as FRIENDLY as possible. In an equally friendly voice, he speaks.]

"You're- you're that fellow who was making all that noise before weren't you? Hehe, well if you're asking about that then, you bet. You received a liiiiiiittle trauma... but-but guess what! No brain damage mate! Consider yourself uh... incredibly....lucky."

[Wheatley speaks as if he knows this, which he doesn't. Dhaos could be a loon right now and he couldn't care less."

[fistfullofmagic]

[The demon king stares impassively at Wheatley. This doctor - at least he assumes the reedy man is a doctor - is a little...odd. He hadn't received any head injuries and so brain damage was a rather unlikely thing anyhow. Perhaps the doctors here were just very thorough? Still, it was nice to know that there was at least one thing he hadn't lost, as little consolation as that was.]

"Lucky..." Right...

[wheatdos]

"Though you want to know something mate, even if you... by any chance had brain damage, which-which you don't, you'd be in amazing hands. That-that's my hands in case you were wondering. Anyway, Ahem! How are you feeling? Probably not all that good mate, but procedure is procedure. Yep. Gotta go through all the ruuules."

[No one will notice, so it's no biggie. Wheatley drags a stool over from one of the desks in the clinic and drags it over to the bed beside the stranger.]

"What's y'name mate?"

[He sets it down and sits on it, rolling up his sleeves.]

[fistfullofmagic]

[There's something very peculiar about this doctor. His mannerisms are a bit...overly friendly perhaps? And he keeps mentioning the brain damage. That usually wasn't a good sign. But perhaps this was just how all the doctors in this strange place were? Dhaos can admit to himself that the culture of Aselia was vastly different from that of Derris-Kharlan, so who knew about other worlds? Perhaps the man in front of him with the strange accent was a perfectly normal individual where he came from, and not fishy in the least.

After a moment's thought, he decides it doesn't matter if the doctor is strange, or even if he actually means well. No point in worrying when one has become completely useless.]

...I am Dhaos.

[wheatdos]

"Dhaos... Dhaos... dhaos... what is that? Is that- is that french? Good name, good name. You know, if you say it ominously... like... like Dhaooooss, It can sound pretty intimidating. You know, I can try to say my name intimidatingly and it doesn't actually sound very...well, it doesn't sound very intimidating at all actually. I'd like to think that It's because of the name-"

[He trails off, noticing that he MAY have gone a little off topic.]

"Um... [clears throat] Well, anyway, you're doing fine mate. L-levels are absolutely normal. You- what's this?"

[He sees the IV drop]

"You don't need that anymore."

[He just pulls it right out his arm/hand, whichever one it's in.]

"In ..in fact, do you think you can walk? It'd make my life a whooooole ton easier."

[fly_little_bird]

[Rue's been quietly keeping an eye on all the lobster victims, concerned about the ones who'd been taking longer to wake up than others. When she hears a voice she wanders over, peeking around the door]

Are you talking about those blob things?

[fistfullofmagic]

[Dhaos is startled from his thoughts by the sudden voice. He smiles a little when he catches sight of his visitor.]

No, I don't know of any blob things. I just got here very recently.

[fly_little_bird]

[She steps in a little more. She's still a little hesitant when it comes to strangers, but it's nice meeting new people]

You just got here? I got here a few weeks ago.

[fistfullofmagic]

Oh? Is it nice here? I wasn't exactly...in a state to notice anything before I ended up here.

[He's not quite sure how to phrase the fact that he'd been run through with a broadsword to her. Children are inquisitive by nature, and she was bound to ask why it had happened. He's not sure he's ready to face that just yet.]

[fly_little_bird]

[Fancy that, he's met the one kid who'll understand! She looks down at her feet.]

Neither was I...

[radiantwingedone]

[ Ah, that voice sounds familiar. ]

... quick, to recover. [ Duke's trying to tell who else is in the clinic without having to get too far in. If its the grouchy man, he'd rather get out now. Dhaos might feel a faint swirling of magic, one that is centered about Duke. ]

Sorry it took a tad long to reply!

[fistfullofmagic]

[The familiar sounding voice and swirl of magic catches Dhaos' attention, briefly distracting him from his thoughts.]

...Hello?

s'okay o/

[radiantwingedone]

Hmmn. [ He heard your hello, letting you know that. Some more swirling of magic and -

Did he come in at everyone's break? Good and bad. ]

Recovered quickly, to be speaking again. [ A bit repeating, but oh well. He'll carefully make his way into the room a bit more. ]

[fistfullofmagic]

["Recovered quickly"...? How did he...? It dawns on Dhaos that he's speaking to the man he landed on when he'd arrived.]

Thank you for helping save my life, though I apologize for landing on you. [A pause.] ...How long was I out?

[radiantwingedone]

... Gave me a reason to throw out those clothes. [ Because.. they were really gross afterwards. His awkward way of saying don't worry about it. ]

.... Roughly a day. May feel like less, used Stop Flow perhaps a little much to be particularly healthy for either. [ Tired. He might have slept most of that day. ]

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Kirby wandered to a different part of the castle every day. Today, it was into the clinic. The pink puff looked around at the equipment and pretty blank surroundings, wanting to explore every inch of this place. It kept him distracted from thinking, and Kirby hated thinking because thinking led to thoughts of the friends he had left behind back home.

Eventually, he wandered into Dhaos' area and regarded him curiously, before jumping on his bed. Humans slept here? ]

Poyo! [ he greets. ]

[fistfullofmagic]

[Of all the things that could have showed up to greet him, a pink puffball was... well, not the last thing he was expecting, but it was still fairly low on the list. Still, no reason to be rude and gawk. 'Not to mention the fact that it's sort of cute,' he thinks, smiling a bit.]

Hello there. My name is Dhaos. What's yours?

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Kirby is glad the human-creature is nice. He motions to himself. ]

Kaabii!

... Dhao...s...? [ it was one of the easier names to say, and he repeated it, hopping a little on the bed. ] Dhaos! Dhaos, poyo!

[fistfullofmagic]

That's right, Kaabii. Very good.

[Dhaos likes this little puffball. It's a very friendly little critter, and a wonderful distraction from his thoughts.]

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Kirby wondered what this nice man was doing here, in this not very nice-looking place. But he supposed that wasn't important; what was important was becoming friends! ]

Poyo? [ he walks closer to Dhaos' head, taking a seat. ]

Poyo poyo? [ The puffball motions to their surroundings, still curious about why he would sleep here. This wasn't even where the bedrooms were... right? ]