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[tongueamok]

Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep]

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[tongueamok]

Though his right hand stays at those thick tendons, Carlisle's left arm wraps its way around Glacius' neck as the alien pumps him harder, clinging to his partner for purchase as that pleasurable pressure, so heavy within him, threatens to drag him beneath the waves. He struggles for breath, and even more so for words, which he still tries to push out of him. His mind is far more sluggish than his mouth, unfortunately, and his body has other plans as it reacts on reflex rather than thought.

"What I—" He's almost immediately interrupted by a licentious moan, something he doesn't have the chance to stifle in the least, and its volume makes that obvious. His whole body trembles, hips jerking against Glacius' grasp; that just makes the pressure more unbearable.

He tries again. "I... I... what I need might— ah."

He gasps shortly, another moan rattling through his throat. Looks like he's beyond words at this point, the heavy sweat and the way he grinds his teeth speaking volumes for him.

[glacius]

Carlisle's moan is met with a purr from Glacius, who steadies his partner as his body shakes and judders under the weight of his arousal. Every reaction the clergyman is giving is screaming that it won't be long, now--the volume of his voice, the clenching of his jaw, the tightness in every muscle as he reaches his breaking point...

... And then a few moments later he goes slack, spent, his limp body propped up against his alien partner, wrapped up securely in his strong arms. Glacius basks in the moment as Carlisle soaks in the afterglow, endorphins coasting his hazy mind near much-needed sleep, which suits the otherworldly being just fine. When it comes to strengthening their relationship and bettering the clergyman's life, there's always more work to be done... and his partner's slumber will give him the chance to finally enact a surprise that he has been planning for some time now.

[Continued.]

[tongueamok]

A lizard.

[He shakes his head in a, "You know what? I really don't want to know" fashion and keeps drawing.]

I tend to appreciate order myself. There's already entirely too much to be uncertain of here. I need not add the location of my pen to that list.

[3/5]

[glacius]

[A two-page note, as recorded in Carlisle's journal on the 5th of March.]

[einselective]

A very large lizard. [Marian starts out clarifying, realizing just how it sounds, but it just gets worse and...] With little claw fingers and... ah, it isn't important.

[But she does manage to find what was probably an old heater of some kind, and ducks under the table to plug it in, adding to the electromechanical hum of the place and making her voice a bit muffled.]

But you don't have any need for some sort of 'magical' workshop?

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle finishes his glyph, waiting to pull the jug onto it. He'd rather not ruin his handiwork with smudges.]

Well, no. I'm a healer, not a magician by trade.

[einselective]

Ah, of course. No need for modern medicine when you have magical healing.

[Marian assumes. It never ends here, does it.]

[tongueamok]

It's not that doctors and alchemists don't exist where I'm from. Most magicians know a little of the restorative arts, but fully trained healers are relatively uncommon.

[Obviously. Goodness, this woman.]

[einselective]

Oh, pardon me. I'm sure your alchemists are very reliable.

[She really shouldn't use that much sarcasm with someone who's providing her with concrete help, but these things just slip out after a lifetime of doing it.]

Are you just about done?

[tongueamok]

[He snorts irritably, hoisting the jug into position.]

I am. And you can thank my alchemists for this favor, as it is without them we wouldn't even have the glyphcrafting for this enchantment.

[And with that, he puts his hands on the contact point and gets enchanting.]

[einselective]

[Marian sighs the deepest sigh, even as she watches the sigil light up for the third time. With considerably less of an acerbic tone, she adds:]

I suppose I should that you for coming out here, too.

[tongueamok]

[That takes a bit of the fight out of him. Carlisle sighs, his brow knitting in the barest hint of sympathy as he watches the glyph light up beneath his fingers. He knows what it's like to be out of his element and to be frustrated when presented with things so foreign, so out of his control.]

It is my honor and my duty to use my abilities to help others.

[einselective]

[Marian's initial response to that is a noncommittal noise. He says that, but didn't exactly seem enthusiastic about providing this kind of material help in a more general sense to the city at large.]

Do you get... tired out by this magic of yours?

[tongueamok]

[Marian is right in his reluctance to help the populace at large; no one finds him hanging around the clinic and offering his services, after all.]

When using a lot of it, or for extended periods of time. Minor enchanting like this isn't nearly as taxing as healing.

[einselective]

[Well at least it's not something from nothing. And although she's not about to cast aspersions on his mission statement of helping, a possible reason for limiting it.]

That's all for now, then.

I'll...

[What, 'continue keeping an eye out for any greenery of possible interest?' She can, certainly, but the chances of that seem slim. And beyond the very vague suggestion she'd made at their second meeting, she can't just tell anyone what her device is capable of. That can makes things... complicated.

Then again, this guy can't even set an answering machine message properly.]

...lend a hand if you need it with anything technological, as well. Although given the 'gods'' apparent distaste for anything modern, that seems about as likely as finding new and interesting vegetation.

[voice]

[circumitus]

[Sometime after this wholesome exchange:]

Hey. Couple of bloody dumbasses on the network and you're not doing your-- [insert imitation of Carlisle's accent here:] --"oh
Cisthp golly gosh, yet another poor wayfairing soul in need of my healing bullshit!"...

...

Shtick. Thing.

Anyway, am just checking if you're not dead on your end as well, because your communicator is still active and we're short on medical professionals as it is now.
[So... yeah.]

[voice]

[tongueamok]

[If Rey listens hard, she might be able to hear Carlisle seething before he even picks up the phone.]

First of all, I do not sound like that.

[Except that he sort of does.]

And second, I am not the only healer in this city, nor am I so in need of work that I go offering my services to everyone who feels the need to injure themselves.

[voice]

[circumitus]

Yes, you do.

[He sounds like that to her, anyway.]

Fair, though. Was wondering, is all. Given who all we've lost and having not seen your face around trying to "make amends" and shit for a while, just wasn't sure. [Le shrug.]

In any case, those twits both deserve to bleed out for being stupid, so don't really care what you do or don't do.

[voice]

[tongueamok]

[There's a sigh on his end. He really should be kinder about this, considering the state of some people since Kate's disappearance.]

I am aware we have lost people recently. I suppose the clinic will survive in her absence, albeit without any more of those healing trinkets we made.

[voice]

[circumitus]

[Some people are bummed, sure. Rey didn't know Kate well enough, however, to see it as nothing more than the loss of a valuable asset -- which is highlighted by Carlisle's reply.]

There's no way you can make more of those things without her?

[voice]

[tongueamok]

I am only an amateur enchanter, and when making something to be used by others, there is a lot that can go wrong. Energy might not be stored correctly, or when used, it could backfire.

[And as guilty as he is, Carlisle would rather not have that on his conscience.]

[voice]

[circumitus]

Am not going to pretend to understand how that magic shit from your world works, but you can't at least try?

[voice]

[tongueamok]

Toying with such 'magic shit' when you don't know what you're doing is just asking for trouble.

[voice]

[circumitus]

Isn't that also how many useful discoveries are found?

[Okay, maybe and maybe not.]

[voice]

[tongueamok]

[There is a disgruntled sigh on his end that may be as much of a yes as Rey is getting.]

The point is that it's a dangerous and taxing effort, and as capable a healer as I may be, I haven't the energy to do both, certainly not to make the quantity of healing trinkets that this city requires at times.