RP:Something To Dull The Pain
This is a Healer's Guild RP.
Summary: Irenic's in need of something, anything, besides alcohol that can help ease his depression. Knowing of Callum's alchemical work, Emilia asks the Catalian to meet her in Kelay, so that something can be sorted out for the avian.
Magical Herb Shop, Kelay-Sage
Irenic is not very sure about this because he told Emi about how he’d felt that night he ran into his ex because she’s his best friend and really didn’t plan on clueing anyone else in on the fact that he’s not alright. A few days ago he had asked Emilia if she kept any potions that help deal with ‘loss’ because he really doesn’t want to be ’that guy that drinks all the time’ and it would be ideal if it were something he would only need once in a while that helps him deal with feelings of dread. Basically, something to dull his emotions. Emilia told him to give her some time and meet her at Ara, but he did not expect this… it’s fine. Trusting her, he walks with her to the herb shop to await this potions expert. “You said this person is in your healers guild?” He smooths down his grey v neck sweater and shoves his hands in the pockets of his black pants. “Is there a patient healer confidentiality type deal here?” He grins like a smartass down at her because he’s never been afraid of his emotions, he’s a living being and gender roles are crap, but you never want the person who hurt you to know it when they see you and he’s tired of always being a problem. “Couldn’t you just make a wall of ice around this thing?” He taps his peck that is over where his heart beats and chuckles shortly because that would obviously kill him.
Emilia had sent a letter to Callum from the guild requesting his potions expertise in assisting her feather-stick in getting through some turmoil, however exact details had been left out except that a possible replacement for alcohol to fight a depression swing. Walking with Irenic she playfully elbowed his side, “Yes, they are from the guild and they are trusty worthy. I didn’t give all the details, just general. If you wish to disclose more then that is up to you. It may help get the potion you are wanting if you don’t try to hide it all. I am sure they won’t go about telling, we generally don’t.” The small woman flashed a smile up at the taller man before turning to watch for the arrival of Callum. Once he would arrive the frozen lady would take to introducing the gentlemen to one another, “Callum, Irenic…. Irenic, Callum.” There was a polite hand gusture as she shared the names, a bit on the quick side. Then turning to Call with a warm smile on those blue lips, “I appreciate you coming. Thank you.”
Callum had left early and yet was only just now arriving. The reason? He had his blue roan lugging along a few crates of cargo behind him. “Look, I know you want to go back and see Kadence, but you have to actually do some work first,” he said to the horse. He’d get there not long after the avian and the ice genasi, brought in the three crates that looked like they -should- be heavy, but really weren’t at all--lycanthropy had its perks in more than just roguish matters, it seemed. Once he’s in and the stuff set down nearby, Callum would nod to Emilia, and a slight wave given to Irenic, “Hey. Nice to meet you, Irenic.” The Catalian eyed the avian carefully, before his line of sight shifted between the two. “You’re certainly welcome, Emilia. You said something is needed for depression? I’ve got something in mind, and it’s certainly better than a constant hangover, but in the long term...” He trailed off, offering a slight shrug. In the long term, the thing could very well become addicting.
Irenic smiles in return back down to her and there was a genuine charm about it, if only for a second and if only for her. Being six foot eleven, he towers over most and really dwarfs the already petite Genasi, so he offers his hand down to Callum in a greeting handshake while offering in his gruffly low timbre, “nice to meet you as well, Callum.” The avian looks quite young, strong and healthy. No scars, tattoos, or visible signs of aging, so why does this whippersnapper even need this?! Right? His gaze watches Callum as he speaks and there is a deep wisdom there within those silvery eyes. A man typically calm, cool and collected is now burdened by the unexpectedness and chaos of fire now that he’s a Phoenix. “Something that will work on the size and intellectual level of avians? Let’s hear it,” an avian with no wings( at least, none that are visible at the moment), but he has the overly long tapered ears, the angular features and the scent coming off of him, which happens to be anyone’s favorite. A brow quirks up at the trailing off warning, “in the long term?” Offering a glance to Emilia to double check that this is all on the level. Even if the substance becomes a problem, he fully trusts Emilia to keep him in check with their brand of tough love.
Emilia was easily towered over with her less than five feet of height, but she had gotten used to looking up to those around her, especially Irenic. The Genasi wore a simple gown made of a soft black material that made her ever white flesh stand out in the haze of the shop. It took her a good focus not to go over to poke and squeeze the muscles of Callum as she tried to figure out how he managed to move those crates as if they were empty. Blinking back into the reality around her she flashed a smile, “Yes, I believe my friend here is looking for something to curb the onset of depression, especially at trigger moments that could really set it off more so than other times.” She replied to Callum to answer for Irenic, though she wasn’t then sure why he wasn’t speaking up. Tucking a dreadlock behind her ear the Genasi glanced up to Irenic, “It is all up to you. I am sure Callum here has options, but that is between you two lovely looking men.”
Callum tilted his head somewhat, his attention still diverted between the two. Irenic’s mention of needing something strong enough for an avian was gifted a smirk, amusement accompanying the lilt of the Catalian’s voice, “I’m a lycan, so I know full well how to scale the strength of potions and elixirs properly.” Once the two had finished, he nodded, “Milk of the poppy is what I used when it was necessary. I took mine in tea, however, at the time. But, if you’d like it in something you can carry around, then I can do that also. A few other herbs would be added in, to help with calming you, but the main thing would be the poppy. It is somewhat addicting. My fiance, Meri, had to help me kick the habit months ago. So, like I said, long term is kind of… uncertain. It depends on how much you lean on it.” Cal looked between the two again, attempting to read the situation. The vagueness of it all had him feeling things were not entirely being told, but it wasn’t his job to press it. And thankfully for Irenic, it also wasn’t his job this time around to charge the avian for the concoction--this was through the Healer’s Guild, after all.
Irenic listens intently and crosses his arms with his fist resting over his chin in thought, “a lycan?” He says with interest as it explains the man’s strength, “yeah. I’m a widower and I try to avoid Larket and Cenril as much as possible because whenever I’m there I think of my late wife,” well… the late wife -he- knew. “Between vacationing in Chartsend and working for the Queen of Alithrya, I’m keeping myself busy enough, but I’m sure Meri told you that I sometimes wind up in Cenril when I don’t mean to be.” That charming half smile comes over the man’s features and softens those severe features a little, “met Fluer that night, too. Adorable kiddo and real pyro,” Irenic has always loved children and even had an orphan companion, Quizzical, for a while… until the earthquake. Emilia was close with him, too. “So, I would only need it every once in a while and carrying it in a little travel sized flask or something would be most ideal, yes.” He holds out a hand, “would you mind if I tried some now to make sure there aren’t any noticeable reactions? I’d rather try it under the watch of you two in case something goes awry.”
Emilia looked like she had just gotten a slap in the face wake up call when Callum said he was a lycan. That explained his ability to move the crates like they were nothing. Emi smiled knowing that Irenic had warmed up to Call enough to share the inner details to the depression causes. Sadly, her residence in both trigger cities didn’t help him much coming to visit her. Speaking to Cal, “If he likes it I will pay you well for use of your resources to help Irenic. Just name the price.” Emilia wasn’t a milk of poppy person, so the worth of it was lost to her when it came to this. However, the issue of payment was never an issue for the little woman left her ex-husbands dragon hoard that stemmed from the dawn of these lands, many years’ worth of stockpile. Looking then to Irenic, “We won’t let you die.”
Callum’s dark brows furrowed at the mention of Irenic knowing Meri, soon after putting two and two together, ie: the avian and the lack of enthusiasm for Larket. “Right. Yes. I remember you now…” His tone was that of concern, as the Catalian remembered that unfortunate day in Larket some time ago. He’d already spilled the beans on being a lycan… should he mention that he was a witch also? Would that help the trust situation at all? Cal was rather uncertain, and decided to keep it to himself. The witch hunters had indeed halted their attacks again for now, but that didn’t mean he needed to tell the whole of Lithrydel about his newfound heritage. “Larket and I don’t care for each other either. Once the House of Ara’s place in Cenril opens up, I’ll likely be sticking there for guild matters. Which is where you’ll be able to find me when that -does- happen, when you need a refill.” He’d nod to Emilia on the subject of payment, leaving that matter for some other time. “I don’t carry it on me, unfortunately. And even if I had, it wouldn’t be the strength you’d need. But, we can meet up again soon, once I’ve got it mixed up. And, I’ll be sure to bring extra, in case it does agree with you. On the off chance it doesn’t, the time in between now and then will give me the opportunity to find a new list of ingredients to help you and design an elixir to fit your needs.”
Irenic will always have a soft spot for witches and making sure they are safe. He shoves his hand back into his pants pocket, “right. That wouldn’t be smart to carry that around.” Then he quirks his brow down at Emilia as she’s taking of throwing coin about like it’s nothing, “looks like I’ll need to repay my short stack.” He playfully nudges her before turning his attention back to Callum, “sounds good to me, when would be a good time to meet back up, Callum?” With a shrug of his shoulders, he asks, “do you need anything else from me?” Like his age, height, weight, muscle mass?
Emilia looked back and forth between the two men before taking a step back to allow them to do whatever it was that they needed to do, without the nose of the genasi stuck in the middle. While they talked she wandered the shop, unless they directly as called out to her. Lifting candles to get a whiff of the different scents. Some she didn't mind, while others name her nose scrunch into strange twists before she quickly put it back.
Callum || “I will send word to you when it’s ready. I’ll have the message sent to the tavern in Alithrya, as that seems to be the most favorable place for you. It shouldn’t take long to whip it all together, so expect it soon. And no, I don’t need anymore details. I can assure you, if it’s enough to calm a lycan, it’ll be enough to calm you as well when you need it.” Callum smirked then nodded his head in the direction of the things he brought in with him a short time ago, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to tend to this. Some of these things require specific storing methods and if it’s not dealt with soon, they’re liable to wilt and become unusable. Oh and do tell Reginae I said ‘hello’.” Cal and Meri hadn’t seen the naga since she’d needed help taking back her city from her wicked sister and he wondered just what the hell went on down there now. Alithrya wasn’t a place he’d travel to on his own, however. Callum had already been in that literal snake pit once before, and while that was under Jaize’s rule, he still wasn’t keen on going there. With all that said and done, both the avian and the ice genasi would get a bit of a half-wave before Cal set off to haul the crates to the back of the shop.
Irenic gives a shrug, “that, or Emilia’s place in Chartsend,” whoa, he -does- know her name! The words felt foreign and wrong on his tongue. He smirks and nods at the request to send a hello, “will do.” Callum seemed nice and he wonders what he’s doing being mixed up with Reginae, of course, Irenic knows a different side to Reginae that has changed since she took Alithrya back from Jaize, but that’s nothing Irenic knows about. “C’mon my short stack, let's get you back to Ara before someone tries to kidnap you again,” draping his arm around her as they meander out gently patting the top of her dreadlocked hair. “It was nice meeting you Callum. See you later,” he grins over his shoulder at the lycan. It’s hard to imagine anything was bringing this charming fellow down.