[ 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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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...?