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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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Date: 2017-02-17 02:50 am (UTC)Good evening to you as well, Mister Caelum. [Prooobably should be a more formal title in front of that.] Though I suppose that, if you are in need of healing, it's not all that good, now is it?
[Dumb jokes aside—] It would be my duty and honor to aid you in any way possible, and whenever is most convenient for you.
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Date: 2017-02-17 04:32 pm (UTC)Ha, fair enough. I don't suppose I should sugarcoat things any further considering I've been nursing this injury for years prior to my unwilling arrival.
[Poor Regis still doesn't know what to think about this accursed cave. He misses the warmth of dawn quite dearly. This dreadful place is honestly having some adverse effects on him.]
If the time suits you best, may you pay a visit to my humble abode? Walking has become far too much of chore upon this bad knee but this no fault other than my own. Needless combat has almost left me bedridden. I have yet to confess such a truth to my son, so please pretend to come as a 'guest'.
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Date: 2017-02-18 01:04 am (UTC)Your son? What a dreadful place for family to suffer together.
[While he knows there are people here from the same world, he had yet to really consider what would happen if someone's family were brought with them; now that he has considered it, he's almost grateful he hasn't any left to worry about.]
Er, of course I can claim to simply be a guest. I am used to such house calls, actually. [And this will be the second knee injury he's had to heal here in Hadriel, though the first that is years old. At least he's skilled in his craft, if in nothing else in life.] If you'll let me know where I can find you, I will be over as soon as I can.
[Please don't be on the top floor of one of the Spires, please don't be on the top floor of one of the Spires, please don't be on the top floor of one of the Spires...]
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Date: 2017-02-18 01:30 am (UTC)[Despite how horrid of a place Hadriel might be, Regis is grateful to be by Noctis' side again. If only he could return to Eos with his dear son---Oh well. He's not going to lament over this now. This is not the time nor place for such dreadful thoughts.]
Ah, well...I certainly hope you don't mind stairs. [Uh oh. Is he--] The third floor of the Southernmost Spire, Apartment 1302.
[Phew! The gods heard your prayers, Carlisle. ]
Please make haste.
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Date: 2017-02-18 06:51 am (UTC)I will be there shortly.
[Hanging up now, which takes him a moment because he refuses to learn how to be proficient with technology. In bad news, it's still cold enough that he's wearing a sweater rather than his usual jacket; however, his tabard mostly covers the unsightly design on the front, so he can't complain too much. He simply wouldn't want to embarrass himself or his goddess with improper attire when performing his duty as a healer.
Thankfully, Regis isn't too far away, so after he gathers his satchel, a jar, and some ingredients for tea -- just in case -- Carlisle makes his way over, knocking on the door solidly before straightening his glasses and smoothing his hair, trying to make himself look presentable despite the false gods' poor taste in winter wear. He's only a little winded -- at least it was only three flights of stairs rather than eight.]
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Date: 2017-02-19 05:55 pm (UTC)Please be patient. [He calls out once he finally reaches the foyer.] I'm simply not as young as I used to be.
[After a minute or two, Regis finally opens the door and greets Carlisle with a warm smile. Despite the gray hair and the too pale skin, Regis is quite a dapper looking gentleman who has the regal making of a king. His fondness for black weave a tale unspoken but as one would guess, he's indeed in mourning.]
I humbly thank you for your aid today, kind sir. Upon this bad leg, I doubt I could make the journey to your clinic unscathed.
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Date: 2017-02-20 12:16 am (UTC)Just Carlisle, please. [He returns Regis' smile with a nervous one of his own. 'Sir' makes him feel old, and he already feels beyond his years these days; despite the bags under his eyes and his position as clergy, he's not much older than Regis' son.] As it is, I do not work for the clinic, so it's best I came to you.
[He can only take the people there, much like modern medicine, in small doses.]
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Date: 2017-02-20 01:12 am (UTC)Very well, Carlisle. [Regis says with such a smile as he holds the door to let the healer through.] So you're not affiliated with the clinic at all? Ah, good! I may or may not have ransacked their inventory for supplies before.
[He confesses with a hearty laugh as he leads Carlisle to the living room. Poor Regis is quite unsteady upon his feet.]
I doubt they realize I'm the perpetrator but the guilt lingers.
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Date: 2017-02-20 04:22 am (UTC)They will find more supplies, I assure you. Kate -- er, the woman who runs the clinic, that is -- is persistent, if nothing else. [Also nosy. Demanding. Far too self-degrading for Carlisle's liking, as such behavior reminds him of his own insecurities.
Though it's Regis who leads him to the living room, Carlisle gestures for him to take a seat.] Tell me about the wound. It helps to have a better understanding of what it is I'll be mending.
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Date: 2017-02-20 06:14 pm (UTC)It's not exactly a wound but rather the effects of syphoning magic for too long. [The old king begin as he rubs his throbbing knee.] When the Old Wall fell and invasion seemed imminent, my father forged a magical wall comprised from the Light of the Crystal. The Crystal is the heart of our world, the Heart of Eos. Its powers are great but potentially deadly to mortal hands even with our covenant with the Gods.
[A tense sigh escapes Regis once a shot of agony raced up his leg.]
I know naught how to heal such a wound inflicted by magic. When King Morus fell, twas I who had to uphold the paling. The power of the Crystal stripped away my youth and aged my bones. I'm far older than I should be thanks to its malevolent magic, a price that all within my bloodline paid in full.
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Date: 2017-02-20 10:39 pm (UTC)I see.
[As he lets Regis get settled with his knee, Carlisle takes a seat himself and digs through his satchel, pulling out a few things: a mug, an empty jar, a piece of paper, an ink pen, and a bottle containing some leaves with curved thorns on the end. He fishes out a couple of leaves and tucks that bottle away before he starts tearing the thorns off. Accidentally drinking those would be just terrible.]
Are you a king, then?
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Date: 2017-02-20 11:17 pm (UTC)Is Carlisle making an elixir of some kind? Certainly seems that way. Regis never been one for potionlore or herbology, so he has no idea what the healer is doing. His study of magic always revolved around the elements and the Crystal itself.]
I am the King of Light, the One-Hundred and Thirteenth of the Lucis line, Guardian of the Crystal. [A pause.] Or rather I was prior to my death, murdered by the hands of my kingdom's foes. My son, Noctis, carries my name and legacy.
[He frowns a little.]
...Even if he sometimes wishes he didn't.
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Date: 2017-02-20 11:58 pm (UTC)Another brought here after his death. You are not the first like that.
[He sets aside the declawed leaves and gets his pen, using it to draw a series of circles, arcs, and sigils on the paper. It appears he's writing a glyph of some sort.]
The weight of lineage can be a heavy burden to bear.
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Date: 2017-02-21 12:14 am (UTC)[A frustrated sigh passes through his lips once they linger upon the topic of Noctis. He averts his gaze from Carlisle and glances towards the windows ahead.]
Bear it he must for there will be no other. Noctis is the last true heir of the Lucian throne, the Chosen King destined by the Gods of our world. If the boy doesn't finally become a man, my sacrifice and that of others, would be for nothing.
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Date: 2017-02-21 01:23 am (UTC)Perhaps, then, it is best you aren't still dead. [He caps his pen, letting the glyph dry as he sets the leaves into the mug.] Perhaps there is purpose for you in granting him the guidance he needs to become a man with this time you have been given, however dreadful the circumstances may be.
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Date: 2017-02-21 02:08 am (UTC)How could he not be the slightest bit sympathetic?]
You...[His voice feels so raw now, so hoarse.] You just might be right about that Carlisle. This is my chance, my only chance, to be with him. There will be no others.
[A mournful smile settles upon Regis' lips as he thinks of his son. It will pain him tremendously to say 'goodbye' to Noctis a second time. It's not something he's looking forward to, not at all.]
Your wise beyond your years, young man.
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Date: 2017-02-21 02:55 am (UTC)With the glyph on the page dry, he sets the mug atop it and conjures an orb of water, the globule hovering just over his palm before it falls into the cup. There's more in Regis' troubles that is familiar as well, though painfully so.]
I know what it is like to have lost a father.
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Date: 2017-02-21 04:30 am (UTC)Do you? [A slightly pained expression lingers upon Regis' face momentarily.] I fear that the feeling is mutual. The Crystal claimed my father's life when I was young man around your age or so. I know Noctis feared the same but to know that I was murdered...
[He sighs quietly. The manner of his gruesome death still haunts him even now.]
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Date: 2017-02-21 05:08 am (UTC)He must be glad to have more time with you, as you were stolen away from him so cruelly.
[With all the ingredients in the mug, he places his fingers on it; the glyph lights up from the contact point for a moment, the water in the cup rapidly boiling. He keeps his fingers there, letting the tea steep.]
This Crystal, then -- would it have killed you eventually? If you don't mind my asking, of course. We have magical artifacts where I'm from, but nothing like that.
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Date: 2017-02-21 03:36 pm (UTC)[Regis mumbles quietly as he slowly clutches his chest. His heart aches just a little, undoubtedly caused by the mere mention of the scar upon his chest. That's where the sword pierced him, right through his noble heart. A slight whimper of a sigh escapes Regis briefly. He closes his eyes for a time.]
Yes. [The king mutters in a whisper as he opens his eyes.] In time, the Crystal would've drained the last of my life much like it killed my father and others before him.
[He looks to Carlisle in curiosity again. Just what is this healer conjuering? Regis is so intrigued.]
The Crystal is a powerful remnant of Eos' gift unto our world, her eternal blessing in tangible form.
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Date: 2017-02-22 03:48 am (UTC)So many questions, but he has work to do. He pulls his fingers from the glyph and the light fades, the tea cooling as the ink on the page evaporates away.]
It's easier if there are less layers between the point of contact, so if you don't mind, ah. Baring your leg, that would help.
[He's clearly not keen on asking people to undress in any way, given how many layers he has on himself. He removes the fingerless gloves he's wearing.]
Tell me of your goddess. Why did she bless you with such a powerful and dangerous gift?
/mild headcanon territory, this part is a theory at best
Date: 2017-02-22 04:46 am (UTC)[The suggestion serves as a mild distraction from the agony that haunts Regis. Even though he's been revived, the fickle deities of this realm didn't revive him completely anew. The aches of yesteryear lingers upon his fragile form. He's weaker than ever before physically but his affinity to magic seems strong. Quite the oddity.]
[It only takes Regis a moment to unbuckle his boot and roll up his the right leg of his trousers. There's a old medium size scar that lingers upon his knee, perhaps an injury the king endured a lifetime ago. He used to fight upon the front lines.]
The Starscourge. [Regis explains as he rests his head against the gentle cushion behind him.] It began when Eos herself fell into Darkness.
The Starscourge festered upon her corpse when the Pyreburner found her. Upon his dying breath, Ifrit rescued what was left of our Goddess and carried her to place unknown to mortals at the time; Owlyss Haven. There he laid her upon the pyre and burned her remains. By then, the sickness had spread to the Lord of Fire and he too become infected by this plague he wrought upon us.
[He pauses briefly as he recants this old tale from memory. Certain bits and pieces of this story is skewed because of the many who told it but this is the bulk of what Regis learned in his youth.]
Had it not been for Bahamut the Draconian, King of Dragons; humanity would've never gained the Crystal from Eos' burnt remains. The Crystal was a gift to the House of Lucis because our affinity to magic. We were the ones closest to Eos and the only ones who bathed in her divinty. Bahamut watched over the Lucian Kings through the Heart of the Crystal. The Divine lend us their guidance in the form of Messengers, so we could combat what they couldn't fight...the Starscourge.
Awwww yessss. Lay it on me.
Date: 2017-02-23 09:21 am (UTC)Such a beneficial relationship you have with these deities, where you depend upon one another. My own goddess can be very aloof to those who serve her, but our duty is an important one, as you will see for yourself.
[He scoots his chair closer as he continues his explanation. He has more questions, but work first.]
Just a note -- you're going to feel a slight burning sensation as I channel into you. Perfectly normal, nothing to worry about, though given you have a proclivity for magic, you might be more aware of it than others. It's not often these days that I heal someone with any kind of talent for magic, as most here come from worlds completely devoid of it.
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Date: 2017-02-24 04:23 am (UTC)The Gods only sought a mortal's aid when they realized they couldn't defeat the Starscourge on their own. They still hold to their loftiness since they were the ones who entrapped our Goddess within the bleakness of night.
[Regis shakes his head slowly in mild disgust. The deities of his world are just as cruel as the ones here. He's starting to realize this truth. His faith in the Divine has always been challenged but more so nowadays.]
Worry not about me, Carlisle. I can handle a little bit of pain.
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Date: 2017-02-24 09:58 am (UTC)The first sensation Regis might feel is only a slight stinging as Carlisle closes his eyes and expels only the barest amount of his energy, trying to feel for the wound from the inside using his channel alone. It trickles in like the beginnings of stream, the channel bumping against both muscle and bone, rippling back against itself as it finds something amiss. Carlisle's brow knits: there is magical residue there indeed, something that taints the wound just enough that the clergyman can sense it. It could have been left there from a spell gone wrong; it could have become trapped there as magic cycled through the king at some point. However, Carlisle suspects that Regis is right, and that siphoning from that Crystal of his left such a deposit there; it then festered much like a physical wound, drawing in excess energy with every subsequent use of magic, eating away at both it and the kings' physical frame without his ever knowing. It will need to be cleansed.
The stinging intensifies as he prods further, invisible tendrils seeping into Regis' body, faster as they delve ever inward. A normal man would only feel an almost electric stinging, but someone with magical ability is generally more attuned to the sensation of energy flowing through them, and thus, Regis may be able to pick up on the way what energy is pouring into him from Carlisle's palms flows into his chest, down through his limbs as the clergyman uses his own magic to scan for further injuries. Carlisle's brow hardens but, finding nothing particularly of note, the energy recedes, pulling itself back to the wounded knee.
With a quick breath to steady himself, Carlisle works on mending the root of the problem, and what had simply been a fevered pulse amplifies to a white-hot searing, something akin to fire in the veins. Carlisle's fingers curl, his nose wrinkling as he grits his teeth and focuses his channel, using it to flush out the dregs of old magic that prey upon Regis' wound, eating away at him. It takes nearly a full minute, but he finally relents, the decaying magic washed away so that he can continue his work.
With that healed, he redirects his channel again, this time honing in on the scar and what damage lies behind it. Muscles have long-since healed over, but with the right coaxing, such scars can be undone, forced to repair themselves in the correct way. However, it took more out of Carlisle than he thought it would to oust that remnant of magic -- he will do what he can for the aged injury. Getting Regis walking again is within his reach, easily -- if he wants the limb fully mended, Carlisle will have to come back for a second pass at it once he has recovered himself.
But for now, 'get him walking' is the goal, and that is absolutely doable. That fiery searing intensifies again, focusing now on the muscles and bone, old tissues being compelled to rend themselves from their places to move back into the correct ones. As one can expect, that part is probably unpleasant for just about anyone.
Carlisle finally pulls his hands away, gasping, stifling a series of coughs. The scar is still there, as is some of the damaged tissue behind it, but Regis ought to be feeling better than he has in years... well, save for all that burning and pain he just went through to get to that point.]
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