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♀ What makes you proud about your son?
"ՇɦคՇ ɦﻉ'ร ค๒ɭﻉ Շѻ ɭٱ۷ﻉ ɦٱร ɗɼﻉค๓܁."
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"I am entirely desensitized to pain when i know its for my own good." he said, politely turning down the numbing potion. "… or maybe… yes I should" He pulled the medicine back and drank it without further protest
He watched as the other drink up. When he took the motar away he grabbed a knife. "Now where did they lobotomized you?"
"since birth." he said bluntly. "the gods did it to me." he didn’t really understand that he sounded quite far gone to arazel, so he kept going with the god-speak
"Really? Damn that will be hard alright... But let see it this can work." He said as he sets down the pestle and hands it to JP. "Drink this, it'll numb you out."
"Good! Theres no reason to be worried then, right?" he said with a smile as the whispers only grew louder. "dont mind the grumpy snakes"
Grumpy snakes? Is this teen hallucinating? Shaking the questions out of his head, he finish grinding up the herbs and pours hot water into the motar before continuing to grind. "So how long have you been lobotomized?"
"the wound is very old but getting rid of it is very important to me." he climbed onto the stool and sat down, hushing the whispers occasionally. He kicked his feet and returned his attention to Arazel "I dont mind the risks"
"Okay." He grabs the motar and pestle and begins to grinds it. "Now it's rare that I healed lobotomized patients but it has worked before."
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"well its only a little cut… its in here." he said, touching his temples. "people have called it a… lobotomy? am I saying that right? I would like it a lot if you could heal that" He moved his hands from his temples to his ears as the whispers grew louder and louder snapping a word under his breath at the gods likely translating to stop or quiet.
A lobotomy? "Of course you're pronouncing it correctly." He's heard that before for damn sure. But healing it? "It will be tough to heal it. Especially when the wound is all healed. But I can see what I can do. Please take a seat." He said as he pointed his staff to a tall stool that was surrounded by the counters filled with all sorts of materials and tools.
"uh... mister Azarel, sir?"Jp said, whispers of the gods droning behind his voice. "may i ask a favor of you?" -ask-thechosen1131
He turned to look at the teen before him. “A favor? Depends on what the favor is, friend.” He said with a small grin as he grabbed his staff and walks up to the other.
"well in short… because I am not very good at long…." he said, stalling for time as he rocked on his heels and gathered his words. "I would like a favor in the way of medical help… I would prefer it to be an apology for your near-successful attempt on my life but I may offer a favor in return if you are not sorry." The whispers behind his voice grew agitated, as the gods were not fond of this situation, he tried to barter and hush them under his breath in the same ancient language.
His grin quickly disappears when he was reminded of that incident. "Oh right right... Sorry about that. But what do you want me to heal up?" He questions as he leans on the staff a bit.
"uh... mister Azarel, sir?"Jp said, whispers of the gods droning behind his voice. "may i ask a favor of you?" -ask-thechosen1131
He turned to look at the teen before him. "A favor? Depends on what the favor is, friend." He said with a small grin as he grabbed his staff and walks up to the other.
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Jp’s sight failed to warn him of levenlevens presence in front of him and he runs full speed into the other, knocking himself over. He tried to regain his bearings to the best of his ability but was not getting up any time soon without the intervention of the gods.
Vinvin stumbles back a bit, but uses his spear to help balance himself out. Looking at Jp, he grinned and readies his spear before throwing it down onto various places on JP's body while he was still down. His quiet chuckles grew louder as he attempts to spear multiple areas.
"Hello there Tenten! Might I chat with you for juuuuust a second??" -asklevenleven
Wassup my double-digit bro? Your face tatts seem a little glowy, more than usual anyway. Everything chill?
"Now wasn’t that such a surprise? Look at your expression! Shocking. Now what I want you to do now is look right at me and right into my eyes. I’ll miss ya, ‘Double-Digit Bro.’"
"….Goodbye, double-digit bro..!" …What a lame last color to see… Black.
"Hello there Tenten! Might I chat with you for juuuuust a second??" -asklevenleven
Wassup my double-digit bro? Your face tatts seem a little glowy, more than usual anyway. Everything chill?