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Post by Ossular on May 12, 2019 18:08:53 GMT
Goromitali's agreement was a quiet nod. Gigi's hands were upon him, the metal hand cool to the touch for a moment before it faded. The dragonborn closed his eyes. His breathing was deep, his broad chest raising and lowering under the healer's other hand. Goromitali wouldn't see the faint glow of green, but he would feel it easily enough. Meditation was something that the dragonborn did often, so it was easy for him to just remain calm and focus on nothing, though there was another layer here. As Gigi moved through Goromitali, Goromitali moved through himself, his own thoughts... ...becoming... ...nothing. "Where did you go?""What?" "When you get that look on your face, you get lost in your thoughts. You go somewhere.""But I am still here." "Physically, yes. Mentally, though?""I don't know." I do. "Well. Just make sure you come back to me. To us.""Always." "Always?""Nothing will ever take the two of you away from me." But someone did, didn't they? Nothing... ...became... Consciousness once more, the dragonborn would take a deep breath, his nostrils flaring and his chest rising. It felt... different; his body. He would sit up slowly. He would look down over himself quietly, his tongue running over the inside of his lips across his teeth before his mouth would open into a slow, deliberate yawn before his mouth closed once more, blinking a couple of times. He would take in Gigi's appearance as he brought himself up to his knees, still not moving just yet from the blanket on the floor. "It... does," he would think on what she had said. "Were the burns that bad?" Goromitali would ask, his stoic voice like low thunder in the distance. There was something deeper that changed, though, that he couldn't place his hands on it, not understanding the full extent of his lack of proper self care.
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Post by Gigi on May 13, 2019 22:24:20 GMT
"Burns were what I expected it to be. Melted and charred flesh. But everything else?" She rose an eyebrow down at him. "Everything else is what made it exhausting." She stood, stretching and stumbling to the low table that held a basin of water and dipped a cloth inside. Wringing it and letting the cooler cloth slide over her skin she sighed fatigue into it all while pondering what the hell to say about what else she'd sensed within.
That sticky, sap like disease inside his body concerned her. It wasn't a physical disease, it wasn't anything she was able to magically 'touch' and burn away like a real disease. Instead it had shifted and moved away from her, stinging her when she forced her connection to skim in it a bid to learn more.
"You had years of ill-healed wounds, poorly set bones, pulled muscles, and general fatigue potent enough I'm amazed you were as spry as you showed in the alleyway." Turning to lean against the table, arms crossed in front of her, cloth still in hand she peered over him. It was clear there was something on her mind distracting her.
Her mind still weighing the experience in her head, making her voice a little drifty sounding. "I'd recommend coming back around for a check up to ensure everything was re-set properly. Haven't seen a case of someone as beat up as you in some time. If you'll take me on as your physician? I promise you I'll see you through anything that flairs up."
She didn't have many reoccurring patients at the moment. Lately it'd just been single visits, emergency calls, and the odd hire-on to an adventuring group. And that bit of 'something' plaguing his energy? She wanted to know what that was. At any cost. If it was a magical disease? Something that affected the chakara or ki of someone's individual like she was guessing? And she figured out a way to combat it?
"No charge, either." She added as he considered it, hoping he'd say yes. If she could identify and beat some disease before the Apothecary Guild could get wind of it? Well.... she thought smugly.... That'd be nice. Wouldn't it.
"... And, so you know, too, full disclosure. Before you make your choice. Beyond all the aches and pains you had? There was something, deeper. More resilient. I couldn't even touch it. It seemed to be infecting you on a magical-metaphysical level, not really physically harming you." She took a breath then, running the cloth over her forehead again as she braced herself for the weirdest part.
".... And it had a feeling that I... faintly would say... I recognized. Like it had a touch of... I dunno, something familiar... If not familial." She huffed as the continued. "I know that sounds crazy, and I swear it wasn't anything I implanted or am making up. You can have someone else check on you if you don't believe me. But..." What if it was something the Heiss' had developed to act as a disease than then only they could 'heal' with their potions? A right nice pyramid scheme if you asked her.
Her hands splayed out, as if expected to be denied and laughed at. "But it's what I sensed. I have no idea how it's there, why it's there, or how to even get a better read on it. I have no idea what it is doing to you, how it's changed you or affecting you, or if the family thing is even something real or just some trait the infection has to make it more sympathetic to the healer trying to remove it."
Turning to grab another cloth she dipped it into the cool water, wrung it out, and handed it over to Goromitali - as something to fill the awkward (to her at least) silence in the room as he thought the offer over. Holding it out, she made a half-forced, half-awkward kind of grimace smile. "But I'd like to find out. If you'll let me"
"I'm Gigi, by the way."
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Post by Ossular on May 14, 2019 19:55:34 GMT
At the mention of everything else, the dragonborn's eye-ridge would raise up, the small dull spikes perked like an eyebrow. It was half curious and half confusion, though she eventually divulged, the information coming back to him as she listed them off. Memories of combat, of training, of survival, of simply doing what it took to get by and live a moderate life. Goromitali might have caught the weight in Gigi's appearance and mind if he hadn't been so preoccupied with re-living a majority of the injuries, slowly stretching out parts of his body, though the main one would be his hip. It had bothered him so much it had become ambient, and lead to him always walking with a small amount of a hunch. Now, thanks to Gigi's magics, he stretched, slowly standing, rising. It was possible that the dragonborn was now taller, maybe an inch or so, which clearly wouldn't affect him in any way possible.
Goromitali would stretch a little more, rolling on his raptor-like feet, his talons unbroken and his toe not smashed. He would listen to the cleric's offer, looking down. "I do not have payment, unfort-" Gigi would cut him off, earning another perk of the eye-ridge from the stoic, quiet dragonborn. "...no charge?" He had helped her out in the alley, though this seemed more like a future commitment than anything else. Even Goromitali, as dense as he could be, would know the value of having a physician- one that was a cleric, even- on hand.
Though her next words caused a full head-tilt. "Something you could not touch?" Maybe she meant his ki, though he had no idea as to what could have been infecting him on a metaphysical level. It wasn't really harming him, though, so he... didn't seem too concerned, even as she brought up the concerns of a possible familial connection. The cloth would be handed toward him, and he would look at it for a moment before taking it carefully with a clawed set of fingers before running it over his face. A small smirk came to his draconic features as she finally- finally!- gave her name.
"Gigi," he would repeat, saying it for himself. "I am-" he stopped, thinking for a brief moment- "repeating myself." Goromitali would nod, handing the towel back. "As long as you tell me what you find, I will let you," the dragonborn would nod. "I do not know what it could be, but I am... curious.
"I should- uh- be off, though," Goromitali thought to himself. It had to be damn near night by now, and he had to rest and figure out his next move. "Perhaps we could speak of a trade? In exchange for services?"
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Post by Gigi on May 14, 2019 22:28:02 GMT
At the acceptance of her offer Gigi grinned. "Absolutely. And, like I said before. I won't breathe a word or pass on anything I find to anyone else. Patient doctor confidentiality. I swear it." She let go of the towel and leaned back against the counter. How had he managed to run like he had while feeling like this the whole time? Fucking shit. At least his 's's sounded better now. Maybe she'd soothed a sore tooth without realizing. Wouldn't be the first time a small physical deformity being cured would have unforeseen benefits besides the obvious.
Mentally she was already planning potential meetup schedules. She didn't have many long term patients right now. Goromitali would be the 4th of any sort of repetition. Kara was another. Her training with Magma she counted, for lack of any other sort of numbers... Arlo and Nine didn't count though for completely different reasons. Beyond that? She had escalating meetings with an expected young mother as her due date crept closer. Overall? She had free time. She could make the case to Momma to pull her out of some Runs and be able to focus even more.
Taking the towel, wishing she hadn't slacked in her mage studies and kept some of her arcane knowledge around, Gigi pushed off the counter to snag it and toss it on the table. "Just let me get credit for finding out what that is, and, hopefully, how it behaves and how to get rid of it. That'll be trade enough for me." And really, it would.
Walking over to her tinker's desk, carefully avoiding bumping into the lizard... No ... Dragonborn... She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote on it 'Pixie Perfect Postal' in a surprisingly elegant script. She'd had calligraphy classes at some point, and the lessons had stuck. "Here, take this slip to any Postal outpost here in Waterdeep. It's the easiest way to get ahold of me when you've decided you want to meet again. Don't wait more than a week if you can, I want to push you through your paces after a purge like we just did - make sure the body adjusts well. There shouldn't be too much fatigue but you never know. From there? We'll figure out a schedule for the spirit block... thing." She'd have to figure out a better name for it.
"Or we can meet in the City of the Dead's Theif Knot." There was a glint of a tease mixed with a dare in her eyes. "If you can make your way to the end of course. There's an offshoot mausoleum from the Thieves' Guild memorial with a little bird insignia on it. I'm there often enough on the weekends you're bound to find me there." She wasn't sure what possessed her to give the location of the Bird's underground tavern. There was something there though that gave her enough pause. She'd see a lot of him over the coming weeks if not months. That unknown affliction? She needed to know more about it. And her room here just wasn't good enough for the amount of healer's dives she'd need to take. No, the Bird's own medical hall would work better. So, if he could handle the strangeness of the Mausoleum? He could be invited deeper into the Web. "Make sure to bring a candle."
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Post by Ossular on May 16, 2019 20:36:45 GMT
"Patient-doctor confidentiality," the dragonborn repeated the phrase, then proceeded to juggle the word combination in his mind before nodding to her speaking of the trade. He didn't understand credit, or even if it was something that would lead to anything, ultimately, but he figured it couldn't hurt, right? He would carefully take a step backwards as she moved to her desk, not wanting to be in the way, before she handed him a slip.
"I am sure I will push myself through my paces before our next meeting," Goromitali would tell her. He wasn't going to stop training- hadn't stopped before this experience, really- but figured having someone that would help him take care of himself might not be the worst idea. "But I will make sure that I do not-" as the humans say- "over-do it."
The City of the Dead. He hadn't made it to look around that area of the City of Splendors yet, though from what he heard, a portion of the Guards and Watch permanently positioned there to handle the amount of undead that would spawn there from time to time. He would note the bird insignia, making a note to study it, before turning to walk toward the door. "Of course I am good enough," the dragonborn would speak. "I am Goromit-"
He would be cut off by the side of the top of his head catching the top of Gigi's door frame. Recoiling with a small, very lizard-like hiss of pain, he'd stop and look. He could have swore that he ducked, but he had still hit the frame? He'd duck a little lower to exit the room. "I will remember the candle," Goromitali would call back to Gigi. "Thank you."
What happened next? Would be a trial all of the same. Another bump in the hallway, an awkward misstep of vertigo and a step that was a little too heavy on one side saw part of the stair break through. The narrow house that Goromitali had managed to weave through was now a completely new experience, thanks to the healing, adjustment, and overall repositioning tweaks that had occurred through his body. Gigi would probably get a question from Arlo about the lizardman that had came down the stairs on all fours like some kind of ape before standing up to walk the rest of the way, only to hit his head on the front door on the way out, but for now, Goromitali would make his way back to his abode on the outskirts of the docks.
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