RP:Why Pay the Trapper, When You Got a Naga Engineer

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Part of the Rise of Larket Arc


Kyla's Eatery, Larket'


Sabrina pulls out a chair with gloved hand, the other hand clutching tightly a limp bundle of fur and a shiny scalpel. The handful-sized corpse was hurriedly laid on its back before Sabrina began cutting into it. Its lifeless form jerked only slightly as the initial incision was made, as a note to herself she would have to have that blade magically sharpened at a later time. The instrument was discarded a few inches from the pile of roadkill along with both gloves to reveal pale smooth digits that were about to be heavily soiled in dark red blood. Two fingers are inserted to the belly of the tiny beasty, pushing gently against the inside of the ribcage where tiny cracks of splintered bones were formed to their original condition. A twig of a hind leg twitched in response and beneath the odd ripples of fur the elfess managed to heal those bones back into their former glory. She got the tiny heart to beat, sadly it only proved to force a collection of its fluids upon the table. While she tried her best to mend him up the problem would arise each time she moved from it that the heart would stop beating and it would begin to die all over again. Frustration took over her face- the dilemma being that while she could restore the flesh it was not within her power to return the function to keep it alive.

Amber was not the sort to stay up all night, but she had, notching the eatery she slithered up to the door and went to the counter. "Your blackest strongest coffee please." Glancing around she looked at the numerous tables and of course the woman busy at work on some road kill. Slithering over to at table she sat down on the back of one of her coils and and leaned on the table for support. Normally she was anthromorpic with only two arms but she had failed another shape shifting and now she was sure that this one form would last for days.

Sabrina barely glanced up from her work, she was social enough to not draw attention to the woman-thing’s extremities though not so filtered as to keep her own ideas of propriety to herself. “One would think there were plenty of space.” Her common was broken, by a lot, but her voice was soothing to the senses. Her eyes glance up again to the second interruption of the last five minutes as she leans back so the pale faced Kyla of which brings a steaming mug of dark coffee to Amber. The thin restaurateur turns to Sabrina and softly, politely request “Please, miss… I have asked you before to keep the dead things outside.” Still, with two fingers in contact with the inner workings of what is barely recognizable as a squirrel-like creature her eyes grow cold in her response. “It isn’t dead yet.” Kyla nods, pressing her knuckles to her lips and swallowing down what was almost projectile vomit. “I see.” She hurries back behind the counter, out of site and out of mind. For now. Amber who was at the table next to her. Swallowing the coffee and the cup at once. She couldn't taste the coffee, her mouth wasn't built that way, once the coffee reached the first stomach then she could taste it, bitter to the point of nausea, and the worst part is the taste wouldn't go away until the coffee is absorbed, and you couldn't spit it out. "Ugh, what I wouldn't give for a different flavor."

Sabrina looked down at the dying but not dying creature in her grasp, and with a shrug tossed the lifeless form in Amber’s general direction. Whether she caught it, or ate it, or played with it until it fell apart was of no consequence to Sabrina. The experiment failed. Again. And this was nothing to be happy about. She lifted a cloth napkin from the table and began wiping away the crimson stains from her fingers, utilizing the glass of water before her as a method to assist in the partly dried bits. She discards the cloth and stands up, pulling fine leather gloves back over thin and nimble digits. A cool mint glare catches Amber’s full form and a half smile tugs at the corners of the Elfess’s lips. It wasn’t a polite one either, and those ever judgmental eyes did not leave the Naga’s form even while she bent to pick up her bow and sling it across ample bosom. She began tying those thigh-length inky trusses in a quick but oddly ornate pony on the top of her head, speaking to the serpent with the same-barely audible common. “You should have that looked at.” She had, after all, taken apart many of her kind- at least enough to know that Amber was not working with the correct mechanics for her breed.

Amber looked at the dead carcass, she shook her head. "I have had been looked at, somone who was close to me was a physician and one of the best, his best argument was that I was either a new breed of naga, or subspecies of jersher."

Sabrina cants her head to the side and arches a thin dark brow. “A physician you say? Larketian?” She was curious as to who was messing up her clinic in her absence and maybe this was the fool she sought.

Amber looked at the woman, "no he never really had a home, the only time he did was in dragonsvale but that's off the map, and hard to find.

Sabrina nods somewhat knowingly and while she could not address the species as anything other than what she saw she had no doubts that it could very well be a subspecies of the Naga race. There was a small sigh at the admittance of this physician not being Larketian, she had hoped to find the culprit and give him or her the what for. “Speaking in past tense says you are currently without your physician. I am the Healer at the House of Ara due west of here. While your predicament appears to me magic induced I cannot help you but I will have a word with the Headmaster of the Academy of Magics if we should cross paths… though in all fairness I have not seen him in a long…. Long time.”

Amber I am not just without a physician I am without a mentor a friend, a brother, he died not more than a month ago," she looked at at carcass and opened her mouth wide and swallowed it whole, she wiped her mouth with a napkin, "I well I am a former slave, I was engineer, in the land I was enslaved, I am still an engineer, but beyond that I just mine."

Sabrina frowned. Not at the death and the loss, it wasn’t in her to get overly emotional about things she knew nothing about. It was the mining. “Filthy habit.” She didn’t care about her status even a little bit. “If you need work there is much needed everywhere. Do you have any skillset for welding, building barriers, to keep vermin out and the like? We seem to be in the midst of a Fermin infestation at present.”

Amber replied, "yes I do, my speciality was with steam turbines., but yes I can do all that you say."

Sabrina thought long and hard on the ability of the Naga. “You need to meet me at the House of Ara, I will send a crow as soon as I decide what role you will play… until then, do quit mining.” She tosses her a satchel to tide her over until a formal payment arrangement can be made. She paused a long pause and judged this Naga long and hard. This was a good start.