Yes I wanna know about Sawbones!! Who was he? Like a general overview of who this Sawbones person is? Do you, by chance, know how he and Thanat were as moirails?
Okay. I'm not going to dig up his intro for all of that though, because that'll practically be the whole thing!
Doctor Lycias Argoli, he is a very well known surgeon. There's hardly a case that comes into his theater that doesn't end with spectacular results. He's a fuchsia so he got the pick of the cases he worked on even before he came a hivehold name.
Anyway, he was an okay dude. A fuchsia in the before times, so he was still kind of a dick but a like very liberal for a seadweller back then. Y'know? He helped Thanat leave the carnival and everything. They were pretty good together, Thanat was very good at quelling his anger.
Something happened to him though, that I'm not sure of. But he started.. Acting like someone else. Sadistic in nature. It didn't come to a head until Orfuse got sick though, Orfuse's sickness and the subsequent "abandonment" by Thanat sent Sawbones off the deep end. Stopped answering to the name Lycias and everything, if you call him anything other than Doctor Sawbones, then there would be an issue. The rumors are that he and Sawbones are two different people, and we haven't really heard from Lycias in the last however thousand sweeps. I can't really get more information on that because actually I'm terrified to even go near the man to get an actual statement.
But uh, yeah. He's not a good dude. Hasn't been for a looong time.
As Always a Link to the Google Docs if themes make your brain sad.
The Hero, The Saint, The Tyrant, and The Terrorist || The Reign of Kindo
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There are certain inevitable meetings that, try as one might, the fates will demand come to fruition. Now, for all intents and purposes, Aelium was never the superstitious type; One of those that expect the stars to have all of the answers to their questions or being the root of his struggles.
He’d seen the truth with his own two eyes and knew all about what type of being pulled the strings. The proverbial, perhaps literal, man behind the proverbial curtain. If you’d asked him what he met that night he wouldn’t know what to tell you, perhaps a more well read person would consider it a “God”. He preferred not to think about it at all, and largely he didn’t think that that supposed God would orchestrate a meeting quite like this one.
Though, there were very little explanations for how he ended up in the same room as a troll who not only knew his ancestor on a first name basis, but worked quite closely with his estranged twin brother. Aelium briefly remembered Persep describing him as a “mentor of sorts.” The thought sent a jolt up his spine. And yet, there he stood, large and imposing as he occupied most of Aeliums field of view in the observation suite, he couldn’t even see the surgery in the theatre below.
He dared not ask him to move, having heard enough about Dr. Lycias Argoli, and knowing better than to interrupt his viewing.
Sawbones. That was his title. He always thought it was a bit bizarre, to have a title that was just another way of saying their occupation, though, Embalmer was one thing. Sawbones had certain connotations. The connotation was this here is a man that saws bones. Tread with caution.
Deep in thought and entangled in his own nerves, Aelium didn’t even notice the clicking of his pen as the sound filled the suite, not until it was too late, at least.
See, the thing about Dr. Argoli was that he always had a smile on his face; Fin to fin, a slight smirk, a grin. Something that would signify he was in good spirits. Approachable even. It was terribly unsettling for all of those involved. The only thing more unsettling than his smile was his frown or any neutral look -- They didn’t sit well on his face, lookied something akin to an awful scowl.
Aelium knew this first hand now, as he stared at the reflection in the glass. Dr. Argoli’s looked fit to saw some bones.
The clicking stopped abruptly, but that did not change the scowl back into a smile. That would have been far too easy.
“Lycaon,” though Dr. Argoli’s gaze never left the large bay glass in front of them, it was obvious that he was focused only on what little of Aelium he could see behind his own reflection. Aelium felt the icy chill of an older fuchsias gaze boring into him, it all but froze him in place. “What’s your angle?” When Aelium opened his mouth to respond, he was met with a raised hand. One that told him it was not his turn to speak.
“I’ve read all about you. I find it hard to believe that a Lycaon has no… Ulterior motives.” Lycias spoke his surname as though it were filled with poison -- Like he’d rather be spitting on it than speaking it. It made his stomach lurch. Persep must have really pissed him off during his mentorship.
“Altruistic trolls do not exist, let alone one with his blood in your veins.” The hand dropped, and it was Aelium’s turn to talk.
Unsure of what to do with his hands, much less what to say, he just stood there. Stockstill, eyes scanning the reflection of the fuchsia for a hint of a smile. He never thought he’d miss his smile.
“Have you lost your gumption?”
He swallowed down a thick lump. “But Thanat -- “
“Thanat Lycaon. The Embalmer. Have you a different view of your ancestor, then?” Lycias’ lips parted in what Aelium can now confidently say was a extra mean spirited scowl. “How kind, altruistic, pure, or whatever kind adjective you were going to say, could a man who tested an experimental and highly volatile unknown substance on his own poor Matesprit really be in the end?”
It looked like his gaze was fixed again on the procedure beneath them, his smile once again returning to his face. “Is it not, after all, his blood that runs through your veins?”
