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ROLE - DOCTOR
Hello Doctor.
Can I call you "doctor"? Well, regardless of your feelings on the matter or whether you have the qualifications of being a doctor, this will now be your role. Your task will be simple - figure out who has been infected and help them. A bit daunting of a task, I know, however it will come with an upside!
You will be completely immune from the infected and will be given an item that will let you know how recently that person has been infected. If they have been infected in the first place. This item will take shape of whatever you wish it to be but will have a single (1) use - unfortunately.
Oh, and before you leave, there's a book titled "Doctors for Dummies" that you may find to be very interesting. It might help you out - help all of us out.
NOTES:
- The book will be updated every Monday at 9 AM of the new week.
- This is NOT a secret role, however it would be beneficial if you did not make your role public.
- You may request help from one (1) other player and one (1) NPC of your choice. You cannot change your choice.
- Pick one (1) person to save on Thursday, even if you are chosen to die that week.
Can I call you "doctor"? Well, regardless of your feelings on the matter or whether you have the qualifications of being a doctor, this will now be your role. Your task will be simple - figure out who has been infected and help them. A bit daunting of a task, I know, however it will come with an upside!
You will be completely immune from the infected and will be given an item that will let you know how recently that person has been infected. If they have been infected in the first place. This item will take shape of whatever you wish it to be but will have a single (1) use - unfortunately.
Oh, and before you leave, there's a book titled "Doctors for Dummies" that you may find to be very interesting. It might help you out - help all of us out.
NOTES:
- The book will be updated every Monday at 9 AM of the new week.
- This is NOT a secret role, however it would be beneficial if you did not make your role public.
- You may request help from one (1) other player and one (1) NPC of your choice. You cannot change your choice.
- Pick one (1) person to save on Thursday, even if you are chosen to die that week.
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Worked with here or elsewhere?
[ a silly question that shouldn't need be said, so the puppet continues on with its answer. ]
The people who I've worked with are now also counting on me to find this cure. They provided me all of the insight that they could.
[ if she wants to read between the lines then she's more than welcomed to. ]
waits for naru to be free before i bombard foxglove too much but at least touches this gently
And she can certainly infer the things left unsaid in that statement. Cantarella's eyes lower, respectful acknowledgement, and her hands remain clasped.]
How will we know? If this illness has broached the boundaries of this place...Surely there will be signs. If it's just a sniffle, I fear this herbal remedy will be the first line of determination.
puts this into my mouth
Sometimes it can be a sniffle or some other cold-like symptom.
[ nothing wrong with the plants that they've been gathering. it's bound to have many uses in various ways for what's to come. ]
But, in a bit more common cases, it's a change of in attitude—from someone who is livelily and vibrant to someone who is cold and distance that act as the best signs.
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[But she does seem to be listening very intently, as though she is already sorting through a great list of possibilities.]
Does the same go for someone normally dour or already disposed to aloofness? Or is it all the same...the draining of any light where it exists?
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I've...rarely seen it bring any sort of positive light into anyone through the changes. It's reduced than restored.
Those who were already reserved or aloof simply just became violent.
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The Velvet Dream I created soothes violent nightmares, but there is no cure for what it sedates, either. Still, if the choice becomes comfortable slumber or agonized distress.
[If she operates from the same starting point, assuming that this is some sort of virus or other sickness that eats at the mind and spirit...she thinks of the physical symptoms that often accompany Leviathan's influence.]
Besides the possibility of a cough, does anything change physically? Skin pallor or blood, maybe?
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[ foxglove is very interested in what she has to say about that. there are quite the number of inferences that it could make but if it didn't have to then that'd be preferred. nevertheless— ]
Ah, but yes, I've seen physical changes in some of the cases that I've studied—the limbs taking on the appearance of another animal or something out of a nightmare.
[ and for this, foxglove lowers its head and seems to almost sag. ]
In more extreme cases, it'll look as though they'll be reduced to nothing.
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[Still, it's a salve...a dam that, at least for a while, keeps the tide at bay.]
Has anything—anything at all—brought you closer?
[(For continuity's sake I am going to section this off into a new thread for post-weekend discussion for anything important but they can chatter about remedies and stuff a bit more here.)]
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[ because well. ]
The closest I've gotten is still not good enough. [ and this poor puppet will be tugging at its hair. you know, if it had hair to pull at. and the strained and agitated voice that it speaks with is a far cry from the gentle or self-depreciating tone that's more typical. ] The side effects of what I've administered have either sped up transformations or only allowed for temporary relief—if they had any effect at all.
For I moment I had thought I managed something but... [ the puppet will shake its head and go limp. ] It was just a way to give them a gentler death.
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Cantarella knows very well the puppet forms are not their true images, but she reaches out anyway, stopping the little marionnette hands from pulling at that sparse and horrifying excuse for hair.]
Comfort in their last moments isn't failure. That much is something that they might not have been granted otherwise. [It's ugly, but it's something she says like she knows.]
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I had given them—both of us hope that I figured it out. That things were going to start taking a turn for the better.
[ which is the part that is eating at this puppet's psyche. assigned wet cat by the general public. ...but a wet cat that so very much wants to help. desperately. ]
i become more worried by the day
Hope is not an enemy, but I can't undo their loss. Refusing to admit you may have made their pain more bearable, even for a while, is doing their memory a disservice, though.
[Firm, but not unkind. She leans back a little, once again letting her hand fall from the puppet surface.]
I'm sorry you had to persist alone. Maybe you can share their story with me when the tide threatening to overwhelm us has ebbed.
WHY ARE YOU WORRIED...
...I'm sorry to have worried you.
[ there's a long pause as it considers sharing its story. there's an obvious then a less obvious answer and it ultimately goes with a the middle of the two. ]
But I wouldn't mind sharing my story with you if you'd be willing to part one yourself.
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I have a few stories and quite a few secrets...Some might even be relevant to what we're experiencing now.
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Would you mind sharing it with me?
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[She doesn't have the advantage of being able to simply drop out of the pupet body and evacuate if she doesn't like what she hears or what happens. It's a marked disadvantage, but given the subject of their discussion, she settles once and for all the rumor that might be obvious from her profile card.]
Each successor to the Fisalia family takes his or her place by granting their predecessor the sweetest dream. Due to our circumstances, the family head deteriorates over time, until their mind and body are no longer their own...essentially, a puppet. [There's no pun there, but she's aware of the irony.] To those outside the family who would gossip about it, it's vicious witchcraft, but I granted my dear lord peaceful slumber to free him. [Unhappy but resolute, the way she says it all.]
But I will try to end it, for all of us, until I too am taken by the sea.
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To go against your family's legacy in such a way like that wouldn't have been an easy decision to make, especially if you wanted to preserve their sacrifices. [ the puppet mumbles to itself. ] If only I had the same courage to do something like that.
[ but given that she shared, it's only right that it do the same. she picked something heavy and a burden she carries and so, it's only fair that it does the same. ]
...I'm not sure if you're familiar with the philosopher's stone, but it's known to be the pinnacle of an alchemist's work—a key competent to create an elixir to immortality and so many other miracles. [ the shame is real in its voice here. ] I was asked to find a way to create it, and since I was younger at that time and blinded by the other possibilities that it could be used for, I agreed.
But all that I was able to create was a poor substitute that could only destroy life than save it.
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She listens to the puppet's story, allowing its "hand" to rest on her, no longer certain which one of them is the one offering reassurance.]
So now that your eyes have been opened to the harm that was done, you're doing all that you can to aid all that you can.
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especially as it chuckles to itself. ]
Less that my eyes have been opened and more that I realized how immature I was, and I want to correct the mistake that I made.
[ ... ]
Still, I'm not sure if I'd take it all back.
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Why is that? Do you still wish to see your ambitions fulfilled?
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...however, it managed to give someone life.