[ you are making it worse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! don't beat me!!!!!! <3
they do not seem to want to give vikky the time of day it seems, so he is free to roam up those stairs, where the door is already creaking open. there's a golden light that shines in through a round window, and leaning against that window, a figure resting on their forearms, just slowly scrubbing at their eyes. in this room - a bed with an old quilt, a map of a town, a long desk where stands a microscope and multiple notebooks, vials of red liquid, pills scattered... though as the door opens, they turn their head, eyes widening briefly. ]
[the fact i wrote beat in there twice too by accident
At the top, he squints gently into the room. His eyes latch onto everything first, quick and fleeting, until the last one happens to be a person. He startles. Like with Knives, it feels as if he's intruded on a private place, and he supposes that's true considering it's like a dream.
His eyes immediately dip down to the floor, like he's seen something he shouldn't.]
--Sorry. I...
[Hesitantly, his eyes lift again, slowly. His brows furrow.]
[ they do seem to respond to the name, offering a tight smile. these dreams always feel worse after the fact - close but far, failure in one way, success in another. ]
That would be me... come in...
[ something downstairs rattles at the windows. some of the candles down below begin to go out. io's gray blue eyes flick towards the staircase with a frown following. ]
[He starts to take a hesitant step forward, but the wild ass storm below startles him somewhat around. Wow, okay. Can we not all have terrible dreams out here?
Quickly, using both hands, he does as he's told, and like he thinks something bad might come through, he back-pedals away from the door afterward. He turns toward the other man again slightly.]
[ a brief wave of the hand. this seems fine to them. they just lean a little against the desk now, tilting their head to listen to the silence a moment before giving a nod. ]
It's alright. I'd rather dream and get the chance to speak to you all. So, tell me, what can I do for you?
[It still feels as if he's burdening Io by intruding on a space, haunted or not, which is personal. But not much he can do about it now unless he flees.
He hesitates, trying to sort his thoughts, though his eyes are looking at the things on the desk again, the room.]
I... Lucien mentioned he was going to speak to you, but... I wasn't sure why exactly. I guess I was making sure he was alright.
[ the books are... all in russian! as are some of the notes on the desk. but because it's a dream, they sort of shimmer into a vague understanding—attempts to catalogue symptoms of a sickness, death toll numbers, notes from someone whose initials are DDD. ]
I... wasn't quite sure either, but I'm not loathe to turn anyone away. He has had it rather rough. [ a small huff ] You have as well... he spoke of his... ghosts. Something I am at least familiar with.
[Willing Viktor to be Russian again like his League self and not Undercity man with a Czech accent.
Unfortunately, he hates what little bit he can make out when he can. Triple Ds.......]
Ah. That must have been what he meant then. I... saw him, the way he acted in the shop. He's talked about... someone having had his body before while he was... Well, it's a long story, and his to tell.
Anyhow, I... thought that... the ghost he was... seeing? Hearing? His soul... I thought it was a piece... unattached, one left behind. I don't know--I'm not... this isn't my area of study really.
[ places the very dismal pathologic lore in your hands. there are even notes detailing awful symptoms - skin withering away to sand-like texture, embolisms and blood clots, the sickness takes no prisoners. from this DDD person, it seems they've looked over many patients with the help of someone with the initials AB. ]
It isn't really my area of expertise either. I'm a surgeon, among other things, a medicine maker. I read the lines of the Earth, of the bodies of others. It is not... typical.
I suppose I've dealt in listening to souls - I've a ward who does the same. Over in the graveyard... [ pointing out the window, in the distance, a tall, skinny building amidst a field of graves. ]
[holds this lore in my hands with tears in my eyes please everyone stop living in terrible worlds THOSE ARE MY INITIALS HELP ME I HELPED DDD it was me
A frown finds Viktor's face. It's interesting, but he hates whatever he can make out. Mood. He glances away like he's seen private things he isn't supposed to see again. Instead, he looks out of the window at the gesture.
Carefully, he picks his way over so he can see out of it better.]
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they do not seem to want to give vikky the time of day it seems, so he is free to roam up those stairs, where the door is already creaking open. there's a golden light that shines in through a round window, and leaning against that window, a figure resting on their forearms, just slowly scrubbing at their eyes. in this room - a bed with an old quilt, a map of a town, a long desk where stands a microscope and multiple notebooks, vials of red liquid, pills scattered... though as the door opens, they turn their head, eyes widening briefly. ]
A visitor... I should be used to this by now.
[ a small nod. ]
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At the top, he squints gently into the room. His eyes latch onto everything first, quick and fleeting, until the last one happens to be a person. He startles. Like with Knives, it feels as if he's intruded on a private place, and he supposes that's true considering it's like a dream.
His eyes immediately dip down to the floor, like he's seen something he shouldn't.]
--Sorry. I...
[Hesitantly, his eyes lift again, slowly. His brows furrow.]
Io...?
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That would be me... come in...
[ something downstairs rattles at the windows. some of the candles down below begin to go out. io's gray blue eyes flick towards the staircase with a frown following. ]
Shut the door... please. My dreams are intrusive.
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Quickly, using both hands, he does as he's told, and like he thinks something bad might come through, he back-pedals away from the door afterward. He turns toward the other man again slightly.]
I'm sorry.
[For barging in!]
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It's alright. I'd rather dream and get the chance to speak to you all. So, tell me, what can I do for you?
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He hesitates, trying to sort his thoughts, though his eyes are looking at the things on the desk again, the room.]
I... Lucien mentioned he was going to speak to you, but... I wasn't sure why exactly. I guess I was making sure he was alright.
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I... wasn't quite sure either, but I'm not loathe to turn anyone away. He has had it rather rough. [ a small huff ] You have as well... he spoke of his... ghosts. Something I am at least familiar with.
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Unfortunately, he hates what little bit he can make out when he can. Triple Ds.......]
Ah. That must have been what he meant then. I... saw him, the way he acted in the shop. He's talked about... someone having had his body before while he was... Well, it's a long story, and his to tell.
Anyhow, I... thought that... the ghost he was... seeing? Hearing? His soul... I thought it was a piece... unattached, one left behind. I don't know--I'm not... this isn't my area of study really.
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It isn't really my area of expertise either. I'm a surgeon, among other things, a medicine maker. I read the lines of the Earth, of the bodies of others. It is not... typical.
I suppose I've dealt in listening to souls - I've a ward who does the same. Over in the graveyard... [ pointing out the window, in the distance, a tall, skinny building amidst a field of graves. ]
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A frown finds Viktor's face. It's interesting, but he hates whatever he can make out. Mood. He glances away like he's seen private things he isn't supposed to see again. Instead, he looks out of the window at the gesture.
Carefully, he picks his way over so he can see out of it better.]
You make cures...?