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if it wasn’t for his mother, he wouldn’t have been able to become the doctor he was now. she was one of the few people he had a positive attachment to in life.
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‘ so many mother issues running around. ’
if it wasn’t for his mother, he wouldn’t have been able to become the doctor he was now. she was one of the few people he had a positive attachment to in life.
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“Oh, so the uncouth cur decides to show his face once more.” Squints at protopup.
Cú didn’t bother waiting for the Berserker to give him permission to walk in. He already knew that the moment he stepped inside that room, the other probably already had a list of complaints about his behavior and, uhhh, the unfortunate events of the last time he walked inside this very room. But, hey, at least, everything was repaired and Barry wasn’t going Berserker on him. That had to be an improvement! That the young warrior was about to throw down the drain because of his inability to shut up. “Well, I was told that a cute and fluffy rabbit had recently reintegrated into the medical department so, of course, I came to see for myself.” A lie. A horrendous and tragic lie.
The warrior took a seat in front of the Berserker’s desk, crossed his arms and even went with manspreading (as one of his many foster fathers had told him to do if he needed to show defiance and dominance without murdering anyone). “Unluckily, it just turned out to be just one wild rabbit with rabies. So we kind of are in the same boat here, huh?”
On the other side of the table, in the middle of maintaining his tools with just the right amount of grease to keep the scalpel sharp, he sets the cloth aside on the clean table. He balances the weight of the scalpel in his hand as he turns to glance up towards the heavy footed Lancer, letting it flip between his fingers.
“A rabbit implies that I’m harmless,” he pauses then, just as the scalpel easily slips into the palm of his head, at ready. His words remain steady as before, but there was something heavy underlying his words. “An infected rabbit would not be able to maintain this level of control --- even so,” he brings the scalpel up, moving close to the Lancer, holding the blade inches from his throat. The white cloth of his barely bumps against his tools as he kneels on his own table as well to reach, yet he’s careful not to allow his clothing to touch the filth that gathered on the mutt’s person.
“There’s little patience to be tested if you insist on tainting my haven.”
'In order to rid the body of any impurities, a bottle of wine is better used for bathing.'
“I wonder about the constitution of humans from this time compared to my own and, perhaps, earlier. If our Master is any indication, then humans have gotten stronger physically even with a lack of formal training.”
James Barry’s Personality is:
29 precent baby
38 percent bitch
17 percent horny
37 percent softie
85 percent chaotic
0 percent thot
100 percent cursed
“The concept of Microwaves is incredible. I can see how it would work to sterilize some items. Although, it is unfortunate it causes others to combust.”
“There will never come a day that I would not appreciate the idea of plumbing they have in Chaldea --- as well as these medicated hot baths.”
@nobudemon asked: “I think you should teach first aid to our master. This will be more useful to them than self-defense”.
“If our master held an ounce of interest in First Aid, it would be highly beneficial. Yet, every time I encounter them, they appear to show fear. It’s rather disappointing. They don’t even show up for a check up.”
inkingpainter
“Hmmm. During Summer 3 - Doujin Con or whatever it was, I died fairly early, then was bought back again, died when fighting some robot servant something. I have died due to being drowned in ink thanks to Father, and being generally not important due to the writers.” Not until she is a saber who went full Naruto weeb. Then, her identity was straight up killed off. Barry, why? WHy do you want to know?
“ ... ... ... ... I see.”
He doesn’t believe her at all.
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“I am very sure I have died in worst ways than being chocked and dying.” Hokusai squints with a gleam of light. “But, please don’t surprise me like that.”
“Now that piqued my interest. If it would not be too insensitive of me, what ways have you died?” It’s hard to tell if it’s the beserker side or just his personality, but he seems to ignore the whole ‘surprise’ thing. It’s not as thought he tried.
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“I nearly choked on my french fries, Berserker-san!”
“Hm? You’re nowhere near choking. Even if you were, I’m certain you’ll survive if I’m around. After all, it would be a terrible way to return to the Throne.”
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though she pulled a disgusted face did she take a swing of her drink. even in her true pirate days did she have more standards than that when it came to helping someone in that way. she could only imagine the rats walking around. ❝ dunno the rules they had for the pledge you guys are supposed to be taking, but that sounds wild. ❞ she swallows another amount of her alcohol.
❝ but the rats part sound interesting since the black plague happened even before i was born. did it cause anything? ❞
“Perhaps the topic may be controversial to some --- the idea that even our prisoners should be given proper care. One of the clinics I’ve had the joy of commanding had been one of them. The conditions were terrible and obvious rendered to those, who had been at the time, of higher command than I, who’ve chosen to waste them on vices.” He nods towards her drink. Alcohol and sex was what he had implied.
“The moment I walked into the building, the rat infestation had overrun the building in such away, it was not surprising to see one run off with the toe or finger of a patient.”
He stirred his drink, plain hard water.
“Getting thrown into prison myself for a day was worth repairing that room they pretended was a clinic as well as a good portion of the prisoners’. After threatening the right people, it’s easy enough to get one’s way.”
▸▸ [ @barrymadnow || soulmate au prompts || accepting ]
the one where you and your soulmate share an emotional link.
the one where only your soulmate can kill you.
─「凛」─ “ no … don’t go … FATHER — !! ” a sharp scream cut through the NIGHT AIR and the owner of the voice was jolted awake from slumber and the dream that she was witnessing. her form was drenched in cold sweat, a hint of TEARS could be seen collecting at the corners of her widened azure orbs and her breathing was RAGGED. the magus was sitting up now, back hunched as she tried to COLLECT her thoughts. ah … she was sure that the fear running through her mind must’ve been transferred to a certain someone.
her soulmate.
what a CONCEPT … even the young heiress couldn’t help thinning her lips at the thought, trying to calm herself down and slowly lowering her form back onto the mattress.
she wondered if she had been bothering her FATED ONE with such childish emotions like this. if they had been feeling that fear rooted deep inside her heart and wondering why she was so WEAK not to shake it all away. lips THINNED and she willed her mind to shake away the nightmare — no … it was a fragment of the past, wasn’t it ? the back of her father.
and she curled inwardly — fingers trembling in slight … right … what was she scared of ? losing the one she loves ? that’s IMPOSSIBLE, isn’t it ?
after all … only her could possibly KILL him …
The noise had echoed down the hallway, loud enough for him to hear it as he started his rounds. An unsettling feeling, one he could barely recognize, settled at the pit of his stomach. He found him self before the room the sound had come from, glancing at the name plate once before entering: Tohsaka, Rin. As he recalled, the woman was standard among the mages, a prized wonder among them, but it seemed the prestige had come with a price.
One that, oddly enough, had tugged at his already unstable heart.
“ Rin? ”
He called as he approached the young woman, already bent on tap her shoulder. The smell of sweat reached his sensitive nose, which wrinkled slightly, observing the state she was in. Sleep would not come easily in this state, this he knew well enough.
His brow furrowed as he tried to imagine what he should do next. The woman did not need assistance in the way most of his patients needed, it was the kind of care that was often left unsaid.
The thing many jokingly consider a good ‘bedside manner.’
Letting out a breath of air, he took a seat at the edge of the bed. It did nothing to ease the odd sensation of fear that radiated about the woman, poisoning the very air around them. At least, that’s what he believed it came from.
“ If you’d like to talk, I’ll listen. ”
He turned towards her, his feet still dangling off the edge of the bed, brushing away a few strands of hair away from her face.
Okay so, out of curiousity, what does Barry think of Asclepius?
Don’t get him wrong, he likes medical professionals that are dedicated to their job. Hell, if it wasn’t the way he and nightingale met, they might have gotten along. Talk to him about that kind of stuff and he’ll go on ranting in a good way. He just takes that stuff hella seriously, from the patients being treated and those involved in their treatment, environment and everything. He shares a lot of stuff with her, including their headstrong personalities.
So, when it comes to the god of medicine, himself, he would generally think highly of him. The god was part of the Hippocratic Oath, so yes he’d at least heard of him. Considering how they’re in Chaldea, he’s actually fairly curious as to his medical opinion along with the advances they have today. If he were to bring up something like blood letting as an approved technique for common day practice … they’re not going to get along.
“Mister Berserker… Do you hold something against the Nurse Berserker?” The knight asked, surprised since d’Eon thought that Barry and Nightingale would work together, at least. Perhaps, even work with that long sleeve caster!
Post referring to x l @litreofsun (or you can switch to Barry’s blog!)
“Must you ask ask why I cannot work with that woman?” He just waves in her direction, wherever she was. “The woman doesn’t take care of herself. With such fair skin and hair, she should be wearing a hat when she goes out!” And off he went on to rant about that day. Why d’Eon; why revive the beserker’s annoying with her?
james barry, a teetotaler also james barry, the man who bathes in wine also encourages people to bathe in wine, because alcohol reduces infection.
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To tell the truth, the Lancer hadn’t been thinking much when he entered the Berserker’s office. Probably thought that Barry would be glad to see him willingly enter the room instead of being dragged like a dog that didn’t want to go to the vet. He thought wrong. He thought so very wrong. As soon as he heard the Berserker’s angered tone, Cú’s blood froze and he couldn’t understand why that small, pretty and angry guy scared him so much.
Oh… that was quite the ironical thought coming from him of all people.
“Barry, wait!”
But there’s no point in trying to reason with the Berserker now! Water is quickly flooding the room and the Lancer was sure that Ritsuka wasn’t going to be pleased once she heard of how much the reparations were going to cost. And he shouldn’t have wasted so much thinking instead of getting the hell out of that office because he moved a second too late and now he’s being dragged to what he guesses will be a living nightmare.
The Lancer could practically see the GAME OVER written in big, red letters as the screen began to fade to black.
…Someone save him?
Soap and water were essential items to cleaning. It was the same when it came to cleaning the coat of an offending mongrel. A rough scrub was used against his hair, torso, body, whatever the beserker could reach. The once white sheet he’d used to wrap around the lancer had fallen to pathetically soak up the filth coated water that splashed about from their actions.
Clean.
Scrub.
Sanitation was key.
Healthy habits were key to a healthy, long lived life.
Hell, he may even scrub the blue out of his hair if it were naturally kept by dirt.
Nothing Cu could say would stop him at this point. The way his eyes flashed, he wasn’t going to listen to simple speech. He was going to ensure his goal was met, above all else. The water would wait. The damage would wait. All until the end.
It would only be until the very end, when mud and grime washed away from the lancer’s body, that he would stop to assess the damage to the room.
“Very good, Psyche,” he remarked, assessing Cu one last time before turning towards the room. Surprisingly enough, his anger was gone, but the determination to clean was not. He tugged his sleeves up and grabbed a mask and donned a new pair of gloves. “Now, do not move lest you face another cleaning.”
Reparations would be minimal so long as he was able to fix it. A surgeon’s hands were their life, and as a servant they worked far well than being dexterous. The waterline could be stopped, temporarily, with a few turns of the pipe below the sink. Then drying and assessing what could be fixed up with the room was next.