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Clydesdale has left the Town!
Ratt has left the Town!
☣️Poisoned!
Alex walked over to the quiet household, feeling the anxiety slip in with every step, making him stagger even more than he already was.
For days he’s been getting worse, starting with a simple cough, and now, he can’t even eat without getting nauseous, or worse.
“Ratt’s a doctor, so he’d be able to help right?”, was a constant thought he had.
Pausing in front of the door, he weighed his options, on one side, Ratt would be able to help, on the other hand….
He stopped his hand right before he knocked, and turned around immediately.
On the other hand he could think it was the plauge…
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Ratt listened and grew concerned. This wasn't a regular stomach bug or common col, but it wasn't necessarily plague signs. The doctor pulled out a small flashlight, checking the man's eyes and asking him to open his mouth to check his tongue. After a while, he found himself gasping.
Ratt pulled away, removing his mask. His eyes were wide in shock. "Alex, you're not sick, you've consumed poison!" He spoke in alarm. Usually, he'd be satisfied by this and slowly find a cure to watch his patient suffer, but this was Alex! He examined the man's mouth again, behind his throat were gashes of raw flesh being exposed. Poor guy, the cough was probably making the poison burn his throat up...
Ratt pulled out a vial filled with a dull blue liquid, he shook it a bit and pulled out a needle. Pressing it on the top of the vial, he sucked up the substance into the needle's chamber, pressing down on the needle he squirted some the (what one would assume) is medicine and took Alex's left arm out. "It's medicine to counter attack the poison." He told Alex. "Do I have permission to inject it?"
☣️Poisoned!
Alex walked over to the quiet household, feeling the anxiety slip in with every step, making him stagger even more than he already was.
For days he’s been getting worse, starting with a simple cough, and now, he can’t even eat without getting nauseous, or worse.
“Ratt’s a doctor, so he’d be able to help right?”, was a constant thought he had.
Pausing in front of the door, he weighed his options, on one side, Ratt would be able to help, on the other hand….
He stopped his hand right before he knocked, and turned around immediately.
On the other hand he could think it was the plauge…
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"Nonsense. You're my friend." He said, chuckling as he offered Alex to come in. "No need to lie to me, Clydesdale isn't home right now and Pestilence burnt to a crisp. Now, any illnesses are common mishaps that can be fixed by medicine, so do tell me what symptoms you have as I get my supplies."
Ratt walked over, showing Alex to a doctor's bed, offering him to sit as he pulled out some basic supplies out of his doctor's bag.
☣️Poisoned!
Alex walked over to the quiet household, feeling the anxiety slip in with every step, making him stagger even more than he already was.
For days he’s been getting worse, starting with a simple cough, and now, he can’t even eat without getting nauseous, or worse.
“Ratt’s a doctor, so he’d be able to help right?”, was a constant thought he had.
Pausing in front of the door, he weighed his options, on one side, Ratt would be able to help, on the other hand….
He stopped his hand right before he knocked, and turned around immediately.
On the other hand he could think it was the plauge…
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It was probably shitty luck for the Arsonist, because Ratt was turning the handle to exit the house when he saw Alex. He wore his plague doctor outfit and noticed the other's body language nearly instantaneously. He gray eyes narrowed behind the mask before he spoke, muffled a bit by the attire.
"Alex. Come inside, what's wrong? I'll offer you a free check up." He offered. There couldn't be the plague around, Pestilence was dead.. right?
🔥You were incinerated by an Arsonist!✖
As several people put out food for party-goers to enjoy, Pestilence followed the sweets, gorging himself with the delicious pastries and creamy delights. Little did the demigod know that a blitz was about to spark- he was being watched. Once Pestilence was walking away from some innocent people and chewing on a rock candy, Clydesdale lit a match and carelessly threw it near the walking disease. The blaze instantaneously swallowed Pestilence, he screeched loudly and began to panic, trying to get water- stop drop and roll or something. But he couldn’t. He was burning up fast, and that’s when he saw Clydesdale laughing behind a smiling mask. That bastard. He’d be back anyways, does Clydesdale know?
He began to cry in pain, but laughter escaped him.
“See you later!” He shouted before eventually he burnt to a crisp. “Someone get a doctor!” Several townies shouted, Clydesdale only tilted his head and took the moment of commotion to place a death note on the burnt body reading “I stopped the plague.” He chuckled grimly, turning in his heel before he began to act his part. He shouted between the sea of people. “There’s an Arsonist! Everyone stay away from fire! I’ll try to find the Arsonist!” The ex-Bodyguard spoke. A soft chuckle was blown away by the wind.
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Pestilence Prey died October, 3rd.
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She managed to make her tails disappear just as she arrived at the ball.
Great timing-
Although she was certain that she was breaking the dress code, she wasn’t all too fussy about it - she was going to act that she never knew that she wasn’t, and use the mediocre excuse of her other dresses being in the laundry.
Which, of course, wasn’t true. What a frisky kitsune.
Greis looked around the ball, adjusting her fox mask by the muzzle. She turned until she saw a familiar face - someone she was rather rude to at the start.
Approaching quickly, she tapped them on the shoulder.
“U-Uh, hello- I think I’ve seen you before-” She muttered.
I’m embarrassing myself now, aren’t I?
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His eyes widened. He had read stories about mythical creatures- kitsunes, that can change forms, cause illusions and cast magic. Was she a kitsune? He didn't necessarily know until she confirmed it.
His eyes fell upon the silver curls of fur that appeared, the lighting made them seem (to him) that they glistened. They were so beautiful.
Ratt nodded at her question, still on his toes but he relaxed a bit as his gaze caught dark shades of gray against the white canvases of her tails. "I'm.. sorry, if I sounded.. shocked- rude even, really I'm not.. one to believe in this sort of stuff," He confesses. "Holy crap, I can believe you're.. a kitsune, right?"
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She managed to make her tails disappear just as she arrived at the ball.
Great timing-
Although she was certain that she was breaking the dress code, she wasn’t all too fussy about it - she was going to act that she never knew that she wasn’t, and use the mediocre excuse of her other dresses being in the laundry.
Which, of course, wasn’t true. What a frisky kitsune.
Greis looked around the ball, adjusting her fox mask by the muzzle. She turned until she saw a familiar face - someone she was rather rude to at the start.
Approaching quickly, she tapped them on the shoulder.
“U-Uh, hello- I think I’ve seen you before-” She muttered.
I’m embarrassing myself now, aren’t I?
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His breath caught in his throat, he swallowed thickly and shuddered. "I-I don't know.." He confessed, pretty scared.
What was she?
Ratt wanted to back off but he wasn't too sure if he should.
Greis, what were you?
The plague doctor cautiously examined her, honestly not being sure. He was usually calm, collected and analytical, but he was now rattled, fearing the worse as his mind anxiously made up scenarios that may occur with Greis- whatever she was.
"Sorry- u-uhm.." He stampered quietly. Holy fuck.
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She managed to make her tails disappear just as she arrived at the ball.
Great timing-
Although she was certain that she was breaking the dress code, she wasn’t all too fussy about it - she was going to act that she never knew that she wasn’t, and use the mediocre excuse of her other dresses being in the laundry.
Which, of course, wasn’t true. What a frisky kitsune.
Greis looked around the ball, adjusting her fox mask by the muzzle. She turned until she saw a familiar face - someone she was rather rude to at the start.
Approaching quickly, she tapped them on the shoulder.
“U-Uh, hello- I think I’ve seen you before-” She muttered.
I’m embarrassing myself now, aren’t I?
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The man instantly tensed up, seeing her glowing eyes. He had never seen anything like it! He took a sharp breath, eyes widening as he began to thought. Was she a Plaguebearer? Impossible, right? There's only one of those.. right?
Ratt cleared his throat, finally opening his mouth to talk.
"N-no, but I'm assuming you're not a Bodyguard. What.. pardon me, but what are you? A human wouldn't have such odd, glowing eyes and the only role I can think that you are is- well.."
"A Plaguebearer like Pestilence." His voice cracked loudly, which caused him to feel rather embarrassed but he was growing anxious, scared even. He wondered how fast he could run if he needed to..
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She managed to make her tails disappear just as she arrived at the ball.
Great timing-
Although she was certain that she was breaking the dress code, she wasn’t all too fussy about it - she was going to act that she never knew that she wasn’t, and use the mediocre excuse of her other dresses being in the laundry.
Which, of course, wasn’t true. What a frisky kitsune.
Greis looked around the ball, adjusting her fox mask by the muzzle. She turned until she saw a familiar face - someone she was rather rude to at the start.
Approaching quickly, she tapped them on the shoulder.
“U-Uh, hello- I think I’ve seen you before-” She muttered.
I’m embarrassing myself now, aren’t I?
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The doctor smirked a tiny bit. Greis wanted to help? Wasn't she a Bodyguard? She was an interesting lady. He nodded, gesturing her to follow him.
He walked away from the crowd, making sure she followed him. Once they had a but of privacy he decided to ask the question. "How could you help, Geis? I know you can offer protection, I'm offering medical help if things get out of hand.. Clydesdale's already a Bodyguard protecting me, so.. hm.."
"Well, you know I'm not a saint, I mean, I confessed I'm apart of a murder scheme, and I don't care for anyone's roles as long as they aren't trying to kill me or Clyde."
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She managed to make her tails disappear just as she arrived at the ball.
Great timing-
Although she was certain that she was breaking the dress code, she wasn’t all too fussy about it - she was going to act that she never knew that she wasn’t, and use the mediocre excuse of her other dresses being in the laundry.
Which, of course, wasn’t true. What a frisky kitsune.
Greis looked around the ball, adjusting her fox mask by the muzzle. She turned until she saw a familiar face - someone she was rather rude to at the start.
Approaching quickly, she tapped them on the shoulder.
“U-Uh, hello- I think I’ve seen you before-” She muttered.
I’m embarrassing myself now, aren’t I?
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"I drink a glass of red wine every evening, it's very good for health reasons." He informs her as he chuckled. "Of course, there isn't only alcohol. There's also juices and sodas I've seen them giving out but personally, I don't like too much sugar."
Ratt examined her attire, and in his opinion she was very bold to wear clothes like that in the ball, however, he thought that instead of her being necessarily 'sexy' or what-not, that she looked rather elegant.
"I came with my friend, Clydesdale. We're here mainly for business, but it's nice to see people I've helped or consider friends around her. It's hard to tell whose who here, though." He then leaned over and whispered. "And my a friend of mine found Pestilence amongst the townsfolk, and they are going to burn him."
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She managed to make her tails disappear just as she arrived at the ball.
Great timing-
Although she was certain that she was breaking the dress code, she wasn’t all too fussy about it - she was going to act that she never knew that she wasn’t, and use the mediocre excuse of her other dresses being in the laundry.
Which, of course, wasn’t true. What a frisky kitsune.
Greis looked around the ball, adjusting her fox mask by the muzzle. She turned until she saw a familiar face - someone she was rather rude to at the start.
Approaching quickly, she tapped them on the shoulder.
“U-Uh, hello- I think I’ve seen you before-” She muttered.
I’m embarrassing myself now, aren’t I?
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Ratt turned around quickly, his mask nearly hit her's.. whoops. He wore a jet black tuxedo with a green tie, a dark gray plague doctor's mask with green stitches on the edges. It was very well done, he had it tailored by someone named Hedgewig Fowler.
He recognized her voice and paused, looking at her before he recalled her name. "Greis. It's a pleasure seeing you here. The drinks here are incredible, I've already sampled all of them. I don't believe I'm even slightly tipsy yet, but, I do warn you."
"I didn't expect to see you here, though, what brings you here?" He asked, trying to hold a conversation.
(@ask-salems-assistance) "Do you need any help?" He called out as he knocked on the door in the evening. The Plague Doctor was up and about, visiting people and assuring the safety and health of the townsfolk. Ratt waited for the door to open, huffing a tiny bit under his mask. Even at evening times, it was hot and humid in Salem..
“O-Oh-”
Greis shook suddenly. The door knocks made her flinch as she was brushing her brown, shiny but large hair. She got up, zipped her jacket tight and lifted herself, making her way to her door. Her boots were right by her door, and she had her pyjamas on under her large and comfortable fluffy jacket.
Yawning, she opened the door, adjusting her glasses - white eyes found underneath cleaned lenses, beautifully aglow.
“Hello, how can I.. help?” She quietly remarked.
He paused, looking over his shoulder and going over to the house. He listened before he entered the house, smiling a bit as he was a bit surprised by this. "What changed your mind, Mrs.?" Ratt asks politely as he stood in the doorframe, making sure his feet were clean.
(@ask-salems-assistance) "Do you need any help?" He called out as he knocked on the door in the evening. The Plague Doctor was up and about, visiting people and assuring the safety and health of the townsfolk. Ratt waited for the door to open, huffing a tiny bit under his mask. Even at evening times, it was hot and humid in Salem..
“O-Oh-”
Greis shook suddenly. The door knocks made her flinch as she was brushing her brown, shiny but large hair. She got up, zipped her jacket tight and lifted herself, making her way to her door. Her boots were right by her door, and she had her pyjamas on under her large and comfortable fluffy jacket.
Yawning, she opened the door, adjusting her glasses - white eyes found underneath cleaned lenses, beautifully aglow.
“Hello, how can I.. help?” She quietly remarked.
“I’m sorry to intrude.” Ratt apologized, tilting his head as he spoke, muffled under the mask. “I’m Aphedise Adams. People call me Ratt. I’m the local plague doctor and I was going to ask you if you were interested in my services.” He offers. “I provide general check-ups, assistance and ah, well, patching up in emergencies. Even surgeries if I must..”
When he says the last part, his voice goes quieter, almost in a dark, corrupt tone. He cleared his throat. “And uhm, if you do have a glass of water that you may offer me, that would be splendid.”
“Especially since it’s dark out, there could be people trying to harm you, Mrs..?” He waited for her to introduce herself.
Greis raised an eyebrow and adjusted her lenses, trying to look at the other better. She began tilting her head to see them even better - of course - which showed her feral tendencies.
“Uh, check-ups? Please, do not come in. I’m completely healthy, for all that you should know.” The kitsune’s eyes began to glow brightly as her eyes looked away. She couldn’t look at someone for too long, or else her eyes would begin to glow suddenly.
An aura began to form behind her as she started to shut the door slowly, sighing.
“Apologies,”
He tensed, but nodded very simply. He seemed actually pretty discouraged by this but understood. Not many people wanted to be visited by a doctor, of course.
"It's fine, I should apologize for the bother, madame. Have a nice evening." Ratt says quietly before he begins to leave.
