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expiationlogs2024-04-10 12:19 pm
baldrshand) wrote in expiationlogs2024-04-10 12:19 pm
The pieces of April
Who: Ethlyn and thee (prior to snek plague)
Where: Various places in Aldrip
What: Local(?) woman is confused and irritated about it
Warnings: None!
1. Healer, get thyself together
[It was strange enough waking up in a house that seemed to be made of squares and triangles, all white with steel appliances on the inside. But what's even more unsettling is what Ethlyn sees when she returns to the familiar grounds of the Willow Clinic. Why? Because they are familiar. It's as though someone picked up the farmhouse and the gardens around it, willow and all, and plopped it down in the middle of a modern city block.
There’s a shelf full of medical books and every book is full of ribbons. She can almost remember putting them there.]
I was a healer… [she closes her eyes.] I am a healer. That’s right. I know what these are. [She takes another look at a ribboned page and falls into a mutter.] Actually, I’m not so sure about the jejunum... that sounds like some foreign fruit.
[Wait. Wait that was the bell over the door.]
Oh! Hello, sorry!
2. Memories, rising from the pavement
[Deirdre. Sigurd. Leonster. Thracia.
She’s sitting at a table in the public library with a notebook and loose leaves scattered around her, trying to sort out which is which. On one page is a sketch of a sword, and a list of names–to a casual glance by a modern person, all looking like they’re about 800 years old. She’s trying to identify them. “Quan = husband” is one entry. The rest are covered with smudges and the tapping of a pen.
Finally she sighs and leans back in her chair, pushing her hands through her hair.]
What a coward I’ve been.
3. We want YOU
[Well. Whether or not she is Ethlyn the busy widow or Ethlyn the lady and battlefield healer, the Arztenritter exists and needs to be rebuilt. Right now it’s herself, Marianne, Emet-selch, and Minato… she’s… pretty sure. She isn’t entirely.
But she’s out and about around the city, on a horse named Venture, with a load of rolled-up posters in her saddlebag. Whenever she spots the outside of a likely-looking building, she’ll hop off with a hammer and nails and starts putting it up.
She found the posters in the storage closet of the clinic. Possibly they were made by someone with a passion for graphic design.]
Right. This ought to be eye-catching enough.
4. Wildcard
[If none of these suit, feel free to make up your own or plot something out with me! I'm in game disco, on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
compassinks, or open to PMs.]
Where: Various places in Aldrip
What: Local(?) woman is confused and irritated about it
Warnings: None!
1. Healer, get thyself together
[It was strange enough waking up in a house that seemed to be made of squares and triangles, all white with steel appliances on the inside. But what's even more unsettling is what Ethlyn sees when she returns to the familiar grounds of the Willow Clinic. Why? Because they are familiar. It's as though someone picked up the farmhouse and the gardens around it, willow and all, and plopped it down in the middle of a modern city block.
There’s a shelf full of medical books and every book is full of ribbons. She can almost remember putting them there.]
I was a healer… [she closes her eyes.] I am a healer. That’s right. I know what these are. [She takes another look at a ribboned page and falls into a mutter.] Actually, I’m not so sure about the jejunum... that sounds like some foreign fruit.
[Wait. Wait that was the bell over the door.]
Oh! Hello, sorry!
2. Memories, rising from the pavement
[Deirdre. Sigurd. Leonster. Thracia.
She’s sitting at a table in the public library with a notebook and loose leaves scattered around her, trying to sort out which is which. On one page is a sketch of a sword, and a list of names–to a casual glance by a modern person, all looking like they’re about 800 years old. She’s trying to identify them. “Quan = husband” is one entry. The rest are covered with smudges and the tapping of a pen.
Finally she sighs and leans back in her chair, pushing her hands through her hair.]
What a coward I’ve been.
3. We want YOU
[Well. Whether or not she is Ethlyn the busy widow or Ethlyn the lady and battlefield healer, the Arztenritter exists and needs to be rebuilt. Right now it’s herself, Marianne, Emet-selch, and Minato… she’s… pretty sure. She isn’t entirely.
But she’s out and about around the city, on a horse named Venture, with a load of rolled-up posters in her saddlebag. Whenever she spots the outside of a likely-looking building, she’ll hop off with a hammer and nails and starts putting it up.
She found the posters in the storage closet of the clinic. Possibly they were made by someone with a passion for graphic design.]
Right. This ought to be eye-catching enough.
4. Wildcard
[If none of these suit, feel free to make up your own or plot something out with me! I'm in game disco, on plurk at
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[He nods.]
I started looking for them after finding the first few. You really didn't touch any?
[He supposes he'd felt like he shouldn't touch them, but he'd been too damn stubborn to obey that strange urge.]
Maybe that is it...I haven't really asked people if they looked for memories or not before things went back to normal.
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But the things it showed me... [She trails off. It isn't that she has any reason to think Levi is untrustworthy or likely to be callous if she were to go into detail, but...] They were painful. Memories of war. It didn't take long before I didn't want to see it anymore.
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No... the truth is better. There's no point in clinging to a false past, no matter how comforting it might seems. You made the better choice, painful as it might be.
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I'm just too stubborn to give up in the face of something like that. I don't know if that's good or bad, and if things have turned out differently I don't know what the right answer would have been.
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Sometimes stubbornness isn't good, of course. [She gives a wan little smile. Her life and her brother's life can attest to that.] That's the trick, isn't it... figuring out when being stubborn is the right or the wrong thing to do.
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Heh. I don't think I've figured that out yet. I'm just stubborn.
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Just be careful with your stubbornness, all right? I wouldn't want you to get into more trouble than is worth getting into.
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I'm pretty sure it's gotten me into trouble more than once.
[Staying with the army hadn't been just stubbornness, but the choice to go explore the bunkers under Prehevil probably was.]
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[And the smile she gives Levi is genuine. Having an answer to how almost everyone else's memories were restored when hers weren't--even if it's an answer that doesn't make her think very well of herself--is an anchor. She can leave that part of the mystery aside, and work on how to solve the problem.]
When you do get in trouble--here, that is--who do you go to?
[She's sort of taking it as read that he has, if he's as stubborn as he says he is.]
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[He doesn't like to bother other people with his issues or needs or whatever.]
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Would you consider thinking of me as someone you would go to? This place is too dangerous not to have anyone you could rely on in that way.
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[Well, he barely knows her...]
No offense, but I don't really know you that much. I'd need to know some one better to rely on them.
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That's fair enough. I'll just have to try getting to know you better.
But if you're in the kind of trouble that needs a healer, would you consider calling on the Arztenritter? You don't need to know us well for that.
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Oh, sure. I saw those posters before. Are you also at the clinic or is that a different group?
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I know the place. You guys helped with the aftermath of that...uh...organ theft thing.