RP:These Pesky Love Potions
This is a Healer's Guild RP.
Summary: Emilia, Thamalys and Brennia save a drowned victim which causes a chaotic response from the rescued. After Emilia extends an offer to Brennia.
House of Ara; Rebuilt
The primary floor of the House of Ara was completely demolished so a newer, larger, and sturdier floorplan could take its place. Upon entering the building through heavy double doors, you will find yourself standing on oceanic-blue marble floors. The walls are white, backlit by mahogany trim. There is a receptionist desk, manned by a small Elvish girl with stark white hair and very pale skin named Mei. She will be able to direct you to the lavish patient rooms that are located up twisting staircase, the kitchens down the North corridor, the surgical facilities to the east or the teaching clinic to the west. The ceilings are high and the acoustics pick up the click-clack of your heels as you make your way to Mei. The Guild Tutor, Mr.Fennigan would be more than happy to serve as your escort, or fetch a wheelchair and a medic should there be cause for one.
Thamalys opened the huge doors of the House with a most inelegant kick that almost managed to ruin is balance completely. Not too difficult a task, as the Blue was carrying with him the apparently lifeless body of a young elf. The latter as well as the Winged Beast were absolutely soaked in a mixture of water and mud. While the Avian was wearing nothing more than some leathery pants and a blueish shirt, though, the elf was clad with an elegant garment, possible golden and red - once, but at this point in time the whole of the rich fabric was just veering toward a rather depressing brown colour. “Mei!” shouted the Blue without stopping his clumsy walk throughout the main hall, “find me Emilia, would you? The Green room, as fast as she can be there! Now go, for the love of the Wind!” and with that the Spellblade sort of disappeared into a tiny room on the left of the corridor. A long wooden slab laid in the very middle of it, two steps away from a collection of long oak shelves filled with all sort of vials, powders, plants, and more. The whole of the space was painted in dark green, and the only noise was the thud of the body of the Elf, absolutely still, suddenly delivered upon said wooden table.
Brennia worked well under pressure, it has been a busy time with the healers between Kahran, Flewminati threats, and Queen Hildegarde’s recent encounter with a deity… Brennia still doesn’t fully understand all this talk of divine and she usually has to stifle an eye roll when patience want a moment to pray to the gods. Pointed ears hidden in her hair as she heard Thamalys in his emergency when she was wrapping up with her current patient. She waited only a few seconds while the gel she had applied to a gash pulled the skin back together as if magically - call it dumb luck that Brennia had accidentally made up some liquid stitches instead of more pigment changing tonics! Quickly, she washes her hands off in a nearby basin and pulled a small bottle out of her apron, poured a pea size into her palm and rubbed it on her hands. When the solution dried it would look like she had a sort of clear cover over her hands which, to us, would seem more like latex gloves… Seems her failed potions and tonics end up having some use! She followed Thamalys into the green room looking like ‘Susie’ and asks, “may I help?” Heavy lidded teal eyes travel to the body the fellow avian had carried in, trying to asses any wounds, gashes, or skin discoloration.
Emilia had been in a room down the hall from the Green room tending to stitching up the leg of a lad that had managed to get it cut open down the calf while training with a small group of orphan lads. The small white woman was dress in a ragged faded brown gown with pockets sewn into the front holding an assortment of items for the woman from herbs to thread to rolled strips of fabric. Black and white hands wiped away the blood of the little one on the skirt as she finished with the last stitch to hold the flesh together once more. “Ah, best be more careful next time, Lad. Make sure to keep this clean or your next visit I will be removing that leg of yours,” the woman jested as she turned to grab some wrappings for his wound when the door to the room was thrown open, “EMILIA! Thamalys needs you NOW!” the demanding voice of little Mei rang out into the room startling the current patient. “Alright, I’m coming,” the Genasi answered calmly while handing over the bandages to the other, “You finish up and send him on his way, thank you.” With that the frozen woman was down the hall making entrance into the Green home with her attire already blood stained. Unlike Susie the Co-Leader was less concerned about her appearance when switching patients. “Thamalys what have you got here?” Em asked while she washed her hands in a basin while keeping assessing eyes over the situation.
Thamalys barely acknowledged the entrance of both The-One-Who-Called-Herself-Susie and Emilia as well, busy as he was to rummage through the utter chaos laid on the shelves, as if looking for something very specific indeed. Apparently unsuccessful, the Avian eventually turned to face them all with a sigh. “Susie…” he begun with no hint of irony at all, “Emi…”, went on the Blue with the faintest of the nods. “Thanks for coming. Yes, you can help, and yes, I will tell you what I know about this one, but as of now, we have a very pressing matter to attend to… he refuses to breath, even though the pulse is definitely there! Any idea?” concluded the Avian with a rather annoyed gesture of both hands, almost blaming the Elf himself for not being able to get back properly into the realm of the leaving. While waiting, or possibly witnessing already the responses and actions of fellow Avian and Wintry Lady alike, the Spellblade would have start talking in a undertone, briefing the two about the context. “This idiot… he literally walked into the Vibrance, arms open as if to try and embrace something, or somebody. No idea of what it was wrong with him… it seemed to me he was calling the same name over and over again… but then he lost his footing and disappeared under water. I got him some good sixty meters down the bridge - good thing I was around by mere chance, he would have been food for fish in no time otherwise… and I am still not sure that won’t be the outcome of today…”
Brennia wasn’t dressed up or down in any respect for she only blends in with the rest and surely the apron she had was stained, but the gloves are for sanitation as Brennia had grown up with imperial healers and with them - sanitation is a must. She actually looks rather plain, rather random, and even wore a surgical mask most the time to further keep herself hidden as it’s a necessity these days. Brennia listened to the debacle and stepped closer to the body, feeling for a pulse, checking for fever, inspecting his mouth to see if there was obstruction, opening one of his eyelids to see if his pupils reacted to the light because maybe he’s just having a bad trip. “Only thing I can think of is attempting to force air into his lungs. Are there any smelling salts here?” Teal eyes land on Emilia and she gets one of those half bows from the tall human seeming Susie, “what do you think?” Brennia would start to place her hands on the elf’s chest to begin CPR if Emilia doesn’t protest.
Emilia studied the situation over from the muddy wet bodies before her of Thamalys and the one upon the table pulled from the river as the story would continue. It was before he even finished that the ice woman was across the room, hands not even dried from being washed, and she was with her small white fist thumping the chest of the unconscious between the ribs and stomach with an upward motion. Following the force of the thwack a mouthful of river water rushed out of the mouth spilling all over the side of the face. A half breath came from the elf, but it was only a reaction to the water being knocked out of the lungs. Stepping back the Genasi motioned with a wave of her hand over the down elf, “Susie go ahead” she would allow the other to step in to perform CPR now that the river was no loving residing still in the body of the elf. What kind of what leader would she be if she didn’t allow her underlings to do the tasks at hand to learn? Stern eyes, almost angered eyes, glared up at Thamalys, “Next time you bring me a drowned elf make sure to empty the lungs first. They could of died waiting for their lungs to be emptied.” A basic thought, but perhaps she forgot to teach that? Lesson noted, remember to start with the basics.
Thamalys nodded slowly, the drenched mass of his knotty dreadlocks following accordingly. “Noted. Of all ends, drowning is not something we Avians spend too much time contemplating… “ admitted without the slight hint of shame the Blue, while positioning himself so as to hold the head of the poor thing into his bony hands. “Cold, he is so cold already…” just whispered the Spellblade, most likely at this point witnessing Brennia taking some form of action in response to Emilia’s query. A faint, blue hue would have meanwhile spread across the brow of the Elf, a gentle spell of warmth to aid the efforts of the fellow Avian-In-Disguise.
Brennia made easy work of forcing breath into the elf via mouth to mouth, having pulled her mask under her chin to do so, and pumping his chest with her hand over her palm. She watched the affected take in a sudden and sharp breath, finally. She slipped and let out a start to a chuckle at Thamalys’ mention as in agreeance while pulling the mask back up. Brennia hates swimming and being underground for she feels trapped in these instances, but she’s spent a lot of time with other races and understands their spontaneous desires. Teal eyes glance to a nearby flame on a candle and hummed softly to transfer a bit of the warmth to the now conscious and shivering elf. Brennia makes sure there are no other causes as to why the man started to drown, was he struck on the head or thrown in with a cracked rib... something? Asking him simple analysis questions, like; ‘do you know your name?’, ‘Do you know where you are?’ , ‘how did you end up in the river?’, while gently feeling his ribs. If all is well she would turn to the healers, “must feel great… Helping people this way. He would have surely been a goner without you two.” She wishes she could feel that flutter once more, but death does that.
Thamalys || Wyn || Eventually, by means a not necessarily elegant sputtering and splashing watery display, the Elf came to his senses, eyes wide open, a mixture of fear and anger plainly building within them. “Tethys, o’ Tethys…” begun the youngling in a dreaming voice, long shivers shaking his body, before realising he was laying on a wooden table within a rather unfamiliar setting. Thamalys’ face did not exactly help to sooth his mood wither. “Where is she? Get off me, y’wench, I have to find her!” yelled the Elf, thrashing madly in the arms of the Avians, trying to free himself at any cost. There would have been an actual risk for any of the onlookers to get some nasty scratch as the result of that show. Notwithstanding, the Blue would have simply kept the head of the Elf squarely set on the wood, not even an eyebrow raising in the process.
Emilia had forgotten for a moment the calling of the two healers at her side, air. Silly Genasi not all creatures know the dangers of water. There was a curt nod given to Thamalys a silent ‘good’ as a reaction to his reply. However, it is in this moment that the most frozen of creatures in the room choose to step back to standing next to the shelf of herbs and potions. He was already cold from the water and nearly dying, her close presence would not be of help to a freezing being. One with a fever mayhaps. Watching the Healer only lifted a hand to slap herself in the forehead as she then dragged her hand down over her face making one strange expression of ‘so obvious you idiot’. Shaking her head the little one turned and stood on tip toes reaching for a bottle on a shelf well above her head. Even with fingers stretched up as far as she could Em was almost two shelves too short to reach for the red glass bottle she wanted. “I hate this time of year! I honestly hate it. Fake witches about selling them love potions trying to make some coin. Too many times it gets screwed up and we get people wandering for a loved one doing the most stupid of things, including dying. I really do wish the world wasn’t so desperate for love that they resort to potions in the back alley. Reminder me to let the others known to watch for more of these bloats and the sheriff to watch for the seller of this drug. Where there is one there is always another…” All the while, too stubborn to ask for help, the small woman was stretching little by little more in effort for that bottle.
Brennia helps restrain the gentleman and with a calming timbre to her voice, she presses into the pressure point on the boy’s forearm while attempting eye contact so her calming spell works. “Careful young one, we only wish to help. You were found in the river and and brought to the House of Ara so they could save you. Let us help further, who are you looking for?” Brennia listened intently to her friend, “yes, Emi.” A glance to her to see she was struggling and she abandoned her post to take the antidote bottle down from the shelf to hand to Emilia.
Thamalys was quite intent in trying to bring the Elf to reason - with very little success. “Easy, easy…” he tried at the beginning in what he thought was a fairly paternal tone, before Wyn managed get a hold of one of the Blue’s dreadlocks. “I said… easy!” uttered perhaps in too loud a tone the Spellblade this time, sort of smashing the head of the mad lover onto the wood. Not enough of an effort to transform a drowning problem into a proper concussion, but certainly enough for the Elf to calm down a bit, although the latter would have been kept muttering something about the outstanding beauty of this bewitching (or not?) Tethys. “Well, that worked…” sighed the Winged beast glancing over to Brennia. “Ah, wait, not the White Willow Bane…”, went the Healer in rather worried tone. “Hold him down, please…” he would have asked the fellow Avian before sidestepping toward the shelves himself , possibly clearing his throat in the process. “I may have positioned these particular shelves in a way not entirely comfortable for… oh well, if I may, there it is, anyway…” he would stuttered the Blue, in a split second grabbing the bottle the Icy Genasi was after and turning to face the still quite angry lover, pondering his features as if the Avian was about to assess some cattle. Then, to Brennia. “Two drops would do nothing, six would probably kill him… I would go for four, if I were you… just put the Bane on the table for now - gently, that stuff is pyrophoric…” sort of vaguely suggested the Spellblade while offering the vial to the fellow Avian, and returning to pin down the Elf to the table, one hand forcing his lips open that much was needed.
Brennia helps Wyn relax easily enough and does as she is commanded. When instructed the dosage she takes the dropper out and holds it over Wym’s open mouth while counting, one… two… three… and four drops into it. All the while she coaxed in a soothing voice, “steady now, thats it. You are doing great.” Once it was administered, her body language and expression went back to blank as if she was just puttin on a show - making it through the ‘performance’ till the deed is done… But aren’t we all? Teal hues rest on the elf to see if this White Willow Bane did the trick while taking a step back.
Emilia let out a small ‘epp’ as Brennia grabbed a wrong vial from the shelf followed by a relief sigh when Thamalys was quick enough to grab the proper one from above her head and get them switched, “Please remind me to have a ladder put in your healing room, Tham.” the Genasi half whispered as she watched the duo working together to reverse the effects of the failed love potion. It was relieving to see two people learning together as a team instead of having to attempt it all herself. With four drops the man would slowly start to feel the intense desire for this woman fade away until he would be his former calm self once again. Still though the woman kept her distance from the cold man, “Good work, Tham and Susie.” A smile fell upon the lips of the Co-Leader as she looked to Susie, “If you would like, Miss Susie I would like to offer you a place within the Healer’s Guild to allow you to expand your knowledge of healing arts and experience that joyous feeling of healing others.”
Thamalys could finally let go of the Elf, who dizzily got seated, mightily confused. “Welcome to the House of Ara, home of the Healers…” would have reassured him the Blue in a voice not entirely flat, a simple nod offering to the Wintry Lady, perhaps even the hint of a smile, although quite difficult to discern within those strange features of his. “You had a bit of an adventure today, but the details can wait - for now, I shall accompany you to a more comfortable accommodation…” went on the Spellblade, literally lifting the Elf - too tired to protest properly - into his arms and proceeding to walk toward the door. The offer of the Icy One did not come unexpected, and most likely did not need any more detail, and yet the Winged Beast found himself stopping once the doorstep. “Once, a wise Lady made me a similar offer… and from then on, there hasn’t been a single day I haven’t been grateful for it. Just saying…” he concluded flatly before disappearing into the marbly innards of the House. In the distance, a keen enough ear would have picked up a rather ungrateful collection of comments… “the heck happened to my clothes? This silk came all the way from Cenril, you know? Are you the one responsible for this? Know that I shall…”
Brennia simply observed the proceedings with her mouth shut and her expression hidden by the mask she had on. Brennia is rather old, feels older due to her time spent on the other side, but she’s picked up on quite a few things in her time as both Brennia and Raven. The offer is met with her gaze to Emilia because given Brennia’s age she is still always pliable to more knowledge while Thamalys is offered a simple glance in his advice, “you know what, Emi, I would be honored to be within the ranks of the healer’s guild.” She finally pulled that surgical mask down to under her chin and shown that half smirk, “maybe one day I’ll find that joy once more.” Not that she was hiding the fact or brandishing it, but it may be evident now that this woman isn’t all she seems to have made such a change within the span of only a couple of months. “What do you need from me?”
Emilia watched Thamalys off with the elf, chuckling to herself remembering the times Tham had moved her about in similar fashion. What a helpful avian he was and how lucky she was to have him around, most likely dead without that man. Turning toward Bre she flashed a smile on those blue lips, glad to hear the acceptance of the other woman into the ranks of the guild. Never a sad moment when a new recruit joins. With a cheerful tone, “Pleasure to have you in the ranks! For tonight I don’t need anything else from you. However, in a few days more we shall have tea and discuss the details about the Guild more for you. How about you go and try to get some rest. Nothing like a healer without rest trying to heal somehow. That makes for more mistake than wanted. Thank you for your assistance tonight.”