expiationlogs | [open] JUNE CATCH ALL

Who: Astralin and you!
Where: Astralin's farm, Aldrip, and the tavern.
What: June catch all!
Warnings: None for now.

i.

[Astralin had been busy fending off monsters as best as he could. So, in the aftermath of everything, you can find him in the streets of Aldrip lingering around the injured citizens who approach him for help. Gladly offering his abilities, despite how muted his healing powers were. Still, it was the least he could do, since they were helpful to him during the building of his farm, and he sits at the edge of one of the benches, where the injured come up to him and point out where they're injured.

It's not hard work, and his hands glow momentarily to ease their pains and bruises. Luckily, not needing to actually touch them to heal them, but it does take more of his energy than usual. Although, he doesn't let that show, and he motions the next person to come toward him once he's finished with that particular person.

Feel free to approach him while he's healing people. He wouldn't mind the chat to keep up his literal spirit energy to heal these folks.]

ii.
a.

[After healing a conga line of people, Astralin can be found relaxing on his farm with the animals. He's in the barn with one of the cows, and several chickens that had been spooked after the whole ordeal. Luckily, he seems to calm them down after a few peaceful moments of reassuring them with words and gentle touches to ease their nerves. Astralin himself rather tired after healing so many people at once, and at minimum power, but he'd live.

Once he manages to calm down his animals, you can now find him in the middle of the fields, where he uses his awfully large scythe to cut down any weeds that surround the fields. His eyes looking heavy, but again, he doesn't let it bother him in the slightest. It was his job to help the people, so he'd do just that. Not to mention, the fields wouldn't work themselves. He'd have to do it anyway, despite his slowly looming exhaustion.]

b.
[Alternatively, after all his hard work, he can be found at the tavern enjoying a nice beer, and a large tray of. Well. Vegetables. Since the man hardly ate meat. He looks very tired at this point, but he's enjoying his platter of vegetables, and his ale in hand.]

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Well... [his tail flicks, but while he observes, he makes sure not to be so close, just stand a few paces away. medics need room to work, after all.]

You could say that I work closely with medics as part of my job. Many of them are capable of healing Arts... So colour me curious as to how yours differs from theirs.

[The child that's healed of their bruises and wounds quickly runs off. Just as fast as that child runs off, there seems to be a younger woman who's in need of healing after the attack. Astralin motioning the woman to sit, before he extends his hands out toward one of her broken bones. A much more serious injury than the previous patient, but nothing he couldn't heal.

It's quite visible in nature, moving the bone from place to place. His hands glowing just enough, and motioning the bone from it's broken area. The bone slowly moving back into place, as the woman winces in pain. A cry escaping from her softly, but Shalem will notice that the bone is back in it's proper place and no longer twisted.]

Mmm... Well, to start with, I expend my life's energy to use my restorative magic. However, because I am a healer of sorts, I have more energy than someone who does not heal, so it is no issue. Nothing that simple rest or sleep cannot bring back.

Although, I must admit, I am not at my full strength here. Back home, I could heal individuals from the brink of death. Here, however, I can only heal simple wounds, broken bones, fractures... It is quite troublesome.

[even if shalem puts on the airs of someone with little experience with magic in general, with little knowledge of healing and only just wants to know, he's still thinking and calculating as he takes this knowledge in. of course, he's not as wary of the man as he normally is with strangers, when this is a medic he's dealing with.

his assessment of the man rises quite a bit when he hears that it's his own life force being used up for magic. exactly as concerning as medics who use originium arts, all said.]

Is it not dangerous to you if you work on so many? [he looks at the man with worry.]

Mm... Perhaps it is, but I must be honest, I do not care. If it is for the greater good, then I do not mind expending most of it. Besides the fact that I can easily recover my energy by simply getting a good night's sleep. You need not worry, stranger.

[Although, it's probably safe to say that he should take a break sometime soon. He's not going to be of use to anyone if he just drops dead from tiredness from healing everyone around him. So the stranger does have a good point, and that makes him smile at Shalem. A surprisingly friendly smile, given the fact they just met.]

But... I do thank you for worrying about me. I will rest soon, and regain my strength once more.

[A pause.]

I do not believe I have seen you around before. Are you new to Expiation, ah... Apologies. I did not catch your name.

Ah... I never gave it to you, did I? [he chuckles softly, and brushes his fringe out of his face. not that it does much to help, when it insists on being all over his face and he does nothing to tame it. not even the barrette in it helps.

he straightens from the crouch he didn't realize he was in, and brushes off his trousers to be more presentable.]

My name is Shalem.

[There's a friendly smile that graces his expression, and once the child is out of his care, he stands up in turn. The man half bowing to Shalem to show respect, as well as a formality when introducing himself.]

A pleasure to meet you, Shalem. My name is Astralin. Astralin Turnont.

[Once he bows, he sits back at the edge of the seat where he had been situated at before. His hands resting against his knees.]

Now you mentioned that you work with medics... What does your job entail? If you do not mind my asking, of course.

Ah... Hmm.

[shalem stands properly, pushing out of his crouch and stretching, tail giving a long flick from base to tip.]

I escort them around if they go out into the field, and deliver the medicines they make if they require it. I also keep an eye on inventory, so they can have a good quality of life without worrying.

Our medics are important, you see, when illness is so rampant in our world.

Have you considered perhaps looking into working at the clinic? I believe they may benefit from your skills.

[Ah. Illness. Astralin makes a face, and he wonders if he should pry... He wasn't one to normally do so, but when it came to illness, and being a healer himself, he couldn't quittteee help himself. So, when the line begins to clear a bit, given that the citizens probably knew he needed a break, he turns his full attention onto Shalem with a curious look.]

It is never good to hear illness plaguing one's world. Might I ask what kind of plague you are fighting against?

[OOF.]

[shalem merely smiles at the suggestion. he hasn't decided, just yet, but he could also ask the man the same thing... because it's obvious, astralin gave it away just with his choice of words. but if astralin is not actually inviting him to his place of work, shalem will not respond to that, only to his second question.]

Hmm... [he waits until the patients have moved away already, before he responds. better not to say such things in front of them.]

A plague that takes root inside the body and grows. The use of magic... only accelerates it, and one usually dies when the growths take up more space than the body can handle. [that's enough. it's not a pleasant scenario in itself, but the whole picture is far more grim than he'd already described.] Fortunately, I managed to stay uninfected.

[now that? that is a lie. but he's too experienced of an actor to make such lies obvious.]

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[He listens, quietly, and takes note of what Shalem says about the plague. His hand tapping at his chin curiously, surprised that magic could accelerate such an illness. If only because the use of magic is just so normalized in his world. But still, that sounds... Particularly painful, and he can't help but wince when he thinks about what that could mean for the person inflicted with said illness.]

... That does not sound very pleasant. Quite painful, really, but I am surprised... That magic accelerates it. But I suppose that magic does have it's side effects, from time to time.

[He has to wonder if Shalem himself might be plagued with it as well, but, he takes what he says at face value, and nods.]

Full glad I am to hear that. It would be unfortunate to be plagued with such an illness, and then brought here to Expiation.

[for a moment, shalem feels sorry for the man for buying the lie, though not at all guilty for the lie in the first place, something he's trained out of himself years ago. he just knows he can't let this get out, and he'll burn himself alive if he knows he's about to die, just to make sure people remain safe and stay none the wiser.]

Fortunate for this world. [he smiles softly. sadly.] Unfortunate for the medics at home, who will have to make do without one of their assistants for a while.

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