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Ok, so, a little update. I do want to recreate this blog, back on my current account. It’ll be up pretty soon, in the next few minutes. It’ll be @worlds-best-adventurer instead. I think I finally feel comfortable to finally do this.
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There’s been enough near death visits to scare him to the doctors again. Giving up on trying to heal himself with magical objects or temples, Illinois has finally turned to medicine. Quietly waiting in the office, his cane clicking against the ground in boredom
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*After a few minutes, the doctor makes it to his own office where Illinois waited. He entered and closed the door behind him before sitting on the other side of his desk.*
Mr. Jones, I haven't seen you in a while. I'm glad to see you're still in one piece.
How may I be of service?
“Not sure if I’m still in one piece, but the sentiment is pretty nice. I’ve not been to a doctor in a while, and I think trying to help myself with artifacts is backfiring a bit. I’ve got insomnia, curse induced. Can only sleep a couple times a month.”
Setting his bag on the table, he brings up an artifact wrapped in paper. “Don’t touch it, but this little bastard caused it all.”
Ah, you don't say.
Seriously, Jones, you should try to be more careful before meddling with cursed artifacts. Next time, one of them could turn you into a dog, and I do not have a cure for that.
*The doctor warned as he looked over at the wrapped artifact.*
Fortunately for you, I have plenty of solutions for insomnia, from natural treatments to night pills.
“The dog thing has already happened, and that was easier to fix than this. I think it’s happened a few times actually, maybe three or four?” Cracking his neck, he unfortunately remembers those in detail. Being laid up for days thanks to the vast shift in his bone structures.
“I also have a..uh..thing. There’s like a parasite, think it attached itself to me a few years ago.”
Parasite???
*The doctor quickly put on a face mask before he continued to talk, offering Illinois a face mask as well.*
I suggest you use it, unless you somehow know it's not contagious.
And how could you not have come sooner, Mr. Jones? Insomnia and now a parasite? This is serious.
“Woah, it’s not that bad, really. It’s a friendly little thing most of the time, but I thought it would be important to mention.” Taking the mask, he begins to roll up his sleeve. It looks like a tattoo of a snake in dark inks. Eventually, it begins to wiggle, moving up his arm before appearing at his neck.
“Got it in some temple, thought it was just a brand or something.”
... What in the hell-
Right, of course I was going to deal with magical conditions having you as my patient today, Mr. Jones.
No offense.
*Dr. Iplier maneuvered and switched to wear a different pair of glasses he had. This time, these glasses had smaller and magnifying lenses in front of the right glass that could be clicked down. Something like this.*
*He got up to give the snake looking parasite a closer look, using the lenses.*
And you said that it's "friendly", but most of the time. What happens when it is not?
“None taken. At least you haven’t screamed.” Tilting his head back, the snake wraps itself around his neck. Blinking slowly at the doctor, it hisses before continuing to circle Illinois’s neck.
“It tries to get out of my skin, biting and tearing at it to get out. Sometimes it bites me, I think it’s a little poisonous, I get dizzy for a bit.”
Oh trust me, when you receive your donations for the hospital from the most cursed undead man to ever exist, then nothing much will surprise you.
*He wasn't surprised when the snake hissed at him.*
Feisty little thing.
Anyhow, does it feed off of you? Or is the biting and poison all it does?
“Oh, you’ve had the misfortune of meeting him too.” Pulling at the snake, he drags it back down to his forearm. Pinning it down with his thumb. It gnashes its fangs a few times at him, biting it and making him wince.
“I think it’s feeding off of me? I can’t be sure really. It does try and eat my flesh.”
He's the reason the hospital stands and does not charge its patients. Without his donations, I'd unfortunately have to take away the free of charge treatments.
But yes, he is quite something.
*He sighed in slight annoyance at the sight of the snake hurting Illinois.*
And for your sake, we're going to need his help. No one else tames these things like he does. Especially cursed ones.
*He pulled out his phone, starting to dial a number.*
Shaking his now slightly bleeding thumb, he grits his teeth together. It’s not like he hates Actor for donating money to a hospital, he’d be a monster for that. Something has just never let them get along.
“Great..fucking great. He’s going to laugh at this.”
I doubt it.
*The doctor gently took Illinois's hand, applying a moisturizer that somehow, in ten seconds, the bleeding fully stops and scabs well. His phone keeps dialing actor.*
My office, my rules, Mr. Jones. Even if he donates to me, fighting is not tolerated in my office.
Although I can't stop him from finding the situation a bit funny, I can assure you that he will help you with my assistance.
*Eventually, Mark answers.*
Yes, I need your assistance....
Yes, it's a patient. It's a curse involving a snake in a way...
...Yes, you get to keep the snake if you somehow separate it from him...
...Thank you.
*Dr. Iplier hangs up.*
He's in. Now we just wait.
“Great. Don’t worry about me fighting him. But if he tries to crush me again it’s on. I’m not trying to kill him, I promise.” Tapping the table, he tries to distract himself from the snake tightening around his arms.
“If he laughs can I hit him?”
No, you may not hit him.
No fighting in my office nor the hospital, no exceptions.
Besides, that'd be a waste of my work. I'll help you, and then you fight him to get hurt again.
*Suddenly, a poof of red smoke appears in the office, revealing the Actor's arrival.*
Phew! Sorry for the delay, hope your patient is not dead yet-
*He then looks over, noticing it's Illinois.*
...BAHAHA-
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“Keeping me in your pocket..very nice..” Crossing his arms, the snake slithers up to around his neck again. Hanging loosely around his neck, trying to find a new area to start eating from.
“Shut the fuck up old man, or do you want me to trap you in a temple?”
Oh please, I'd love you to try and find curse stronger than mine.
How are you holding up? Would you like me to end your life instead of the little snake? I think it's a better way to go~
*He smiled wickedly, his eyes bright.*
Gentlemen.
*He sounded a lot more stern now, less inviting. It's not a common nor good thing.*
We talked about this. Let's stay professional and civilized.
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“At this rate dying would be a better fate to listening to you rattle on. Maybe this fucking snake can strangle me and I can be happy again.” Pulling it away from his neck, Illinois drags the snake to his forearm. Wincing as it begins to bite at his skin, pinpricks of blood seeping out.
“Just get this thing off of me, bitch.”
Not with those manners of yours, I won't pretty boy. You may have charm, but right now it doesn't show.
*He chuckled wickedly.*
Ah, just kidding. It wouldn't be fun if you were tortured by someone else. Besides, I want that snake. What a beautiful thing~!
But not before this.
*The actor quickly pulled out his phone before he quickly took a selfie with Illinois in it, doing a little and smug peace sign. He puts the phone away.*
Oh this is great, I'm never forgetting this.
“Take the snake. Hope it strangles you…” Watching him take a photo, he tries to cover his face with his hat so he’s unrecognizable. Too late, he places it back on his head with a sigh. The snake is wriggling under his skin, trying to gain a third dimension to itself.
“Just take it..”
Alriiiight, I'm guessing it's too much for the greatest adventurer, huh.
*He sighed before his hand was gently placed on the snake, the snake now suddenly being transferred to Mark's skin. It felt odd.*
Theeere we go.
Grimacing at the sensation, he’s pulling away the moment he feels it leave his skin. Rubbing over the few welts beginning to bubble over his skin from its favourite biting locations.
“It’s been living under my skin for two years, I think I’m allowed to be sick of it at some point.”
And I've been dead for centuries, I think I have the worst poison~
The wounds you have coz of it, that's Dr. Iplier's deal. I got what I want.
*He looked over at the snake on his skin now, carefully caressing its head. The snake no longer needed to eat from the host since its host produced power, so it could feed from it.*
“I will kill you soon, I swear to the gods. You are a little bastard. I’ll see you soon, I suppose.” Interested to see if the snake has changed behaviour from a different host, he pays the tail of the snake.
“At least you’re paying for this.”
A classic, have fun trying, pretty boy. It was nice seeing you~
*He laughed in a mocking manner before he disappeared into another poof of red smoke, no longer there.*
Sighing, he rubs the marks along his arms. Not the worst, but not enjoyable by any standards. Coughing at the smoke Mark leaves behind, hand on his chest as he tries to keep his lungs inside his body
Sheesh... Unbelievable, you two.
*The doctor sighed in annoyance before he shook his head.*
I'll get a small antidote for the venom, so whatever is left in your body doesn't accumulate.
After that, I'll take care of your wounds. They're not as deadly.
“He started all of this. Insisting that he keeps so many artifacts unmanned in his home. Not my fault I tried to be the smarter one and house them somewhere safer.” Picking at the wounds, he tries to ignore the burning pain in his veins.
Stop that.
*He carefully pushes the hand Illinois is using to pick on his skin and held it in place. His grip is surprisingly strong.*
You also have yourself to blame for trying to challenge someone like him instead of being civil.
*He then let go of his hand.*
Now, will you let me help you not die from venom intake or not?
“I’m not allowed to be angry at work, and god he can get on my nerves some days. He always wins anyways, so it doesn’t really matter.” Not a fan of how tightly he’s being grabbed, he tries to pull away from him.
“Fine, I’d rather not die like this.”
Well, then you should seek someone who will help you let your anger out, like a therapist, because I'm not one.
*He maneuvered to his a glass and stainless steel stand, full of all the medicines he had.
He sighed for a moment as he searched for an antidote.*
Apologies for the rudeness. That was not my intention. I'll make your next visit free of charge as well.
“Everyone’s allowed to be upset and angry, even you Doc. It’s about doing it an healthy way. With me and Mark, it’s symbiotic I suppose. We argue and fight, but never truly harm each other.”
Back to scratching the wounds on his arms, he looks over at the cabinet. Taking his artifact into his arms, patting it. “I think all your visits are free of charge.”
Ah, I see. That's quite the odd rivalry.
And not all are free of charge.
Certain rich stuck ups have to pay based on their history and their wage.
And don't think I can't hear that. Stop scratching the wounds, please.
*Well, that was some awfully nice hearing. The doctor finally finds the antidote, carefully taking it with his gloved hand. After he grabs it, he places it on a small tool table right beside Illinois before he maneuvered to get a syringe.*
Apologies for the not so pleasant method, but if it's in your bloodstream, then I'm not taking any chances.
“At least you charge fairly.” Forcing himself to lock his hands together, tapping his foot impatiently. Trying to ignore the need to itch and pain coming from the welts. Biting his tongue when he sees the needle, closing his eyes.
“Just do it quickly, please..”
Understood. This won't hurt.
*Surprisingly, he was right. After placing some numbing on the spot where Illinois would receive the antidote, it honestly felt like a small pinch. Like when you pull a hair. After that, Dr. Iplier discards the syringe, cleans the spot to place a bandaid on it, and gets the clean tools to start with Illinois's wounds, starting with some disinfectant and ointment that helps for the irritation relief.*
There we go, and after this, I'll make sure to cover them up. They'll heal just fine.
Even though he doesn’t feel anything, his nails dig into the the arm of the chair. Exhaling shakily as he watches the needle leave, covering his arm in a bud to protect himself.
“Great..thanks doc..”
We're not quite done, so don't thank me yet.
You can't keep scratching on the wounds. Otherwise, you won't let them heal. I'll wrap them up so they heal nicely.
“They itch! I’m going to scratch. Not my fault.” Holding out the arm with the worse welts, he has to hold back the temptation of getting his knife and simply slicing them off
There’s been enough near death visits to scare him to the doctors again. Giving up on trying to heal himself with magical objects or temples, Illinois has finally turned to medicine. Quietly waiting in the office, his cane clicking against the ground in boredom
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*After a few minutes, the doctor makes it to his own office where Illinois waited. He entered and closed the door behind him before sitting on the other side of his desk.*
Mr. Jones, I haven't seen you in a while. I'm glad to see you're still in one piece.
How may I be of service?
“Not sure if I’m still in one piece, but the sentiment is pretty nice. I’ve not been to a doctor in a while, and I think trying to help myself with artifacts is backfiring a bit. I’ve got insomnia, curse induced. Can only sleep a couple times a month.”
Setting his bag on the table, he brings up an artifact wrapped in paper. “Don’t touch it, but this little bastard caused it all.”
Ah, you don't say.
Seriously, Jones, you should try to be more careful before meddling with cursed artifacts. Next time, one of them could turn you into a dog, and I do not have a cure for that.
*The doctor warned as he looked over at the wrapped artifact.*
Fortunately for you, I have plenty of solutions for insomnia, from natural treatments to night pills.
“The dog thing has already happened, and that was easier to fix than this. I think it’s happened a few times actually, maybe three or four?” Cracking his neck, he unfortunately remembers those in detail. Being laid up for days thanks to the vast shift in his bone structures.
“I also have a..uh..thing. There’s like a parasite, think it attached itself to me a few years ago.”
Parasite???
*The doctor quickly put on a face mask before he continued to talk, offering Illinois a face mask as well.*
I suggest you use it, unless you somehow know it's not contagious.
And how could you not have come sooner, Mr. Jones? Insomnia and now a parasite? This is serious.
“Woah, it’s not that bad, really. It’s a friendly little thing most of the time, but I thought it would be important to mention.” Taking the mask, he begins to roll up his sleeve. It looks like a tattoo of a snake in dark inks. Eventually, it begins to wiggle, moving up his arm before appearing at his neck.
“Got it in some temple, thought it was just a brand or something.”
... What in the hell-
Right, of course I was going to deal with magical conditions having you as my patient today, Mr. Jones.
No offense.
*Dr. Iplier maneuvered and switched to wear a different pair of glasses he had. This time, these glasses had smaller and magnifying lenses in front of the right glass that could be clicked down. Something like this.*
*He got up to give the snake looking parasite a closer look, using the lenses.*
And you said that it's "friendly", but most of the time. What happens when it is not?
“None taken. At least you haven’t screamed.” Tilting his head back, the snake wraps itself around his neck. Blinking slowly at the doctor, it hisses before continuing to circle Illinois’s neck.
“It tries to get out of my skin, biting and tearing at it to get out. Sometimes it bites me, I think it’s a little poisonous, I get dizzy for a bit.”
Oh trust me, when you receive your donations for the hospital from the most cursed undead man to ever exist, then nothing much will surprise you.
*He wasn't surprised when the snake hissed at him.*
Feisty little thing.
Anyhow, does it feed off of you? Or is the biting and poison all it does?
“Oh, you’ve had the misfortune of meeting him too.” Pulling at the snake, he drags it back down to his forearm. Pinning it down with his thumb. It gnashes its fangs a few times at him, biting it and making him wince.
“I think it’s feeding off of me? I can’t be sure really. It does try and eat my flesh.”
He's the reason the hospital stands and does not charge its patients. Without his donations, I'd unfortunately have to take away the free of charge treatments.
But yes, he is quite something.
*He sighed in slight annoyance at the sight of the snake hurting Illinois.*
And for your sake, we're going to need his help. No one else tames these things like he does. Especially cursed ones.
*He pulled out his phone, starting to dial a number.*
Shaking his now slightly bleeding thumb, he grits his teeth together. It’s not like he hates Actor for donating money to a hospital, he’d be a monster for that. Something has just never let them get along.
“Great..fucking great. He’s going to laugh at this.”
I doubt it.
*The doctor gently took Illinois's hand, applying a moisturizer that somehow, in ten seconds, the bleeding fully stops and scabs well. His phone keeps dialing actor.*
My office, my rules, Mr. Jones. Even if he donates to me, fighting is not tolerated in my office.
Although I can't stop him from finding the situation a bit funny, I can assure you that he will help you with my assistance.
*Eventually, Mark answers.*
Yes, I need your assistance....
Yes, it's a patient. It's a curse involving a snake in a way...
...Yes, you get to keep the snake if you somehow separate it from him...
...Thank you.
*Dr. Iplier hangs up.*
He's in. Now we just wait.
“Great. Don’t worry about me fighting him. But if he tries to crush me again it’s on. I’m not trying to kill him, I promise.” Tapping the table, he tries to distract himself from the snake tightening around his arms.
“If he laughs can I hit him?”
No, you may not hit him.
No fighting in my office nor the hospital, no exceptions.
Besides, that'd be a waste of my work. I'll help you, and then you fight him to get hurt again.
*Suddenly, a poof of red smoke appears in the office, revealing the Actor's arrival.*
Phew! Sorry for the delay, hope your patient is not dead yet-
*He then looks over, noticing it's Illinois.*
...BAHAHA-
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“Keeping me in your pocket..very nice..” Crossing his arms, the snake slithers up to around his neck again. Hanging loosely around his neck, trying to find a new area to start eating from.
“Shut the fuck up old man, or do you want me to trap you in a temple?”
Oh please, I'd love you to try and find curse stronger than mine.
How are you holding up? Would you like me to end your life instead of the little snake? I think it's a better way to go~
*He smiled wickedly, his eyes bright.*
Gentlemen.
*He sounded a lot more stern now, less inviting. It's not a common nor good thing.*
We talked about this. Let's stay professional and civilized.
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“At this rate dying would be a better fate to listening to you rattle on. Maybe this fucking snake can strangle me and I can be happy again.” Pulling it away from his neck, Illinois drags the snake to his forearm. Wincing as it begins to bite at his skin, pinpricks of blood seeping out.
“Just get this thing off of me, bitch.”
Not with those manners of yours, I won't pretty boy. You may have charm, but right now it doesn't show.
*He chuckled wickedly.*
Ah, just kidding. It wouldn't be fun if you were tortured by someone else. Besides, I want that snake. What a beautiful thing~!
But not before this.
*The actor quickly pulled out his phone before he quickly took a selfie with Illinois in it, doing a little and smug peace sign. He puts the phone away.*
Oh this is great, I'm never forgetting this.
“Take the snake. Hope it strangles you…” Watching him take a photo, he tries to cover his face with his hat so he’s unrecognizable. Too late, he places it back on his head with a sigh. The snake is wriggling under his skin, trying to gain a third dimension to itself.
“Just take it..”
Alriiiight, I'm guessing it's too much for the greatest adventurer, huh.
*He sighed before his hand was gently placed on the snake, the snake now suddenly being transferred to Mark's skin. It felt odd.*
Theeere we go.
Grimacing at the sensation, he’s pulling away the moment he feels it leave his skin. Rubbing over the few welts beginning to bubble over his skin from its favourite biting locations.
“It’s been living under my skin for two years, I think I’m allowed to be sick of it at some point.”
And I've been dead for centuries, I think I have the worst poison~
The wounds you have coz of it, that's Dr. Iplier's deal. I got what I want.
*He looked over at the snake on his skin now, carefully caressing its head. The snake no longer needed to eat from the host since its host produced power, so it could feed from it.*
“I will kill you soon, I swear to the gods. You are a little bastard. I’ll see you soon, I suppose.” Interested to see if the snake has changed behaviour from a different host, he pays the tail of the snake.
“At least you’re paying for this.”
A classic, have fun trying, pretty boy. It was nice seeing you~
*He laughed in a mocking manner before he disappeared into another poof of red smoke, no longer there.*
Sighing, he rubs the marks along his arms. Not the worst, but not enjoyable by any standards. Coughing at the smoke Mark leaves behind, hand on his chest as he tries to keep his lungs inside his body
Sheesh... Unbelievable, you two.
*The doctor sighed in annoyance before he shook his head.*
I'll get a small antidote for the venom, so whatever is left in your body doesn't accumulate.
After that, I'll take care of your wounds. They're not as deadly.
“He started all of this. Insisting that he keeps so many artifacts unmanned in his home. Not my fault I tried to be the smarter one and house them somewhere safer.” Picking at the wounds, he tries to ignore the burning pain in his veins.
Stop that.
*He carefully pushes the hand Illinois is using to pick on his skin and held it in place. His grip is surprisingly strong.*
You also have yourself to blame for trying to challenge someone like him instead of being civil.
*He then let go of his hand.*
Now, will you let me help you not die from venom intake or not?
“I’m not allowed to be angry at work, and god he can get on my nerves some days. He always wins anyways, so it doesn’t really matter.” Not a fan of how tightly he’s being grabbed, he tries to pull away from him.
“Fine, I’d rather not die like this.”
Well, then you should seek someone who will help you let your anger out, like a therapist, because I'm not one.
*He maneuvered to his a glass and stainless steel stand, full of all the medicines he had.
He sighed for a moment as he searched for an antidote.*
Apologies for the rudeness. That was not my intention. I'll make your next visit free of charge as well.
“Everyone’s allowed to be upset and angry, even you Doc. It’s about doing it an healthy way. With me and Mark, it’s symbiotic I suppose. We argue and fight, but never truly harm each other.”
Back to scratching the wounds on his arms, he looks over at the cabinet. Taking his artifact into his arms, patting it. “I think all your visits are free of charge.”
Ah, I see. That's quite the odd rivalry.
And not all are free of charge.
Certain rich stuck ups have to pay based on their history and their wage.
And don't think I can't hear that. Stop scratching the wounds, please.
*Well, that was some awfully nice hearing. The doctor finally finds the antidote, carefully taking it with his gloved hand. After he grabs it, he places it on a small tool table right beside Illinois before he maneuvered to get a syringe.*
Apologies for the not so pleasant method, but if it's in your bloodstream, then I'm not taking any chances.
“At least you charge fairly.” Forcing himself to lock his hands together, tapping his foot impatiently. Trying to ignore the need to itch and pain coming from the welts. Biting his tongue when he sees the needle, closing his eyes.
“Just do it quickly, please..”
Understood. This won't hurt.
*Surprisingly, he was right. After placing some numbing on the spot where Illinois would receive the antidote, it honestly felt like a small pinch. Like when you pull a hair. After that, Dr. Iplier discards the syringe, cleans the spot to place a bandaid on it, and gets the clean tools to start with Illinois's wounds, starting with some disinfectant and ointment that helps for the irritation relief.*
There we go, and after this, I'll make sure to cover them up. They'll heal just fine.
Even though he doesn’t feel anything, his nails dig into the the arm of the chair. Exhaling shakily as he watches the needle leave, covering his arm in a bud to protect himself.
“Great..thanks doc..”
❝ You’re not smart. You’re not a scientist. You’re not a doctor. You’re not even a full-time employee. Where did your life go so wrong? (Samael at Illinois) @worldsbestadventurer
"Jones! There he is! Tell me - you're not smart, you're not a scientist, or a doctor, or even a full time employee anywhere! What happened? Where did it all go wrong?"
It looms over Illinois, but it doesn't mean to threaten. He just caught him at the studio, and wanted to talk.
"I was reading up on your trip to the underworld." He explains, slinging an arm around Jones. "It is fascinating. What do you do now?"
There likely won’t be a time where he isn’t partially surprised by Samael, especially when he nearly walks into it. Looking over a few proposals he had to try and integrate himself with the studio. Small ads that features some of his works and books mainly.
“Probably faking a masters degree, that’s the starter. Haven’t got anything new yet, mainly research.”
"All that effort, why not just get one?" It tilts its head, curious.
"Oh, it'll be fun having you at the studio. You should come visit my office! I don't bite! Unless provoked, I mean-" he laughed "We could do a film adaptation!"
“I was a bit too distraught at the time, but I knew I was good. Just took Washingtons degree and fiddled a few things with it.” Carefully replacing the papers with his notebooks, Illinois looks up at it. The idea of it biting him is laughable at least.
“Careful, I’ll get the security statues after you. Brought them over from Bims studio.”
"Well, now's the perfect time to try it!" Samael grinned. "I bet you'd have fun. What's stopping you?"
Its expression fell into one of bewilderment. "Bim? Who?"
Am I supposed to know that guy.
Samael is fated to meet Trimmer another day.
Bim Trimmer is a dumb name. Also- COULD YOU STOP WITH THE CRYPTIC BULLSHIT?
“Maybe, maybe. I still work as a consultant with a few museums, but much less payment unfortunately. Don’t mind working at the studios for security. Bim has his own studio, does his own game show. I work security there too.”
Whistling twice, there’s a rumble of stones scraping against the floor. Skidding around like excitable dogs before stopping at Illinois’s feet. Two statues, one mostly an orb with legs, and the other resembling a crudely carved lion.
"Hm." Samael crouches down, looking at them closer. "Cute..."
It pets the round one, fascinated by the living stone.
"Kinda reminds me of Scribe, to be honest. Where'd you find these things?"
He was distractible, moreso than one would expect. A blessing for those he finds a suitable target, and a curse for him.
”They’re all around the world really, enchanted sentries are pretty common in most areas. The lion was from my Portugal trip, and the little round one has just been in my house. Not sure how, or for how long even.”
The tiny round one behaves like a cat, doing the most it can to look up with a painted on dot at Samael.
"It's sweet." Samael grins, sinking lower to let it see better.
He waved a little at it, before petting its head. "Are they named?"
On second thought, he can recall seeing something like it at Apollo's temple. A guardian of stone.
He fishes around in his coat pocket, taking out a busted, peeling wallet. It took a photo from it, showing Illinois a pillar coiled around someone. Their face is scribbled out.
”The lion is Tan, this little guy is Jelly. I have another lion, back at Bims studio called Go. It’s a terrible pun, put it fits them.” Cuddling up to Tan, Illinois is surprised at the sudden offering of the photo.
“Am I meant to recognize this? Not sure I recognize the structure style.”
Samael laughs, delighted by them.
"I remembered meeting one once, that's all. A pillar. I can't remember its name." He stuck the photo back in his pocket
"It lives at a temple my partner was affiliated with."
“I haven’t been to that one, I think. My brother Washington loved documenting ancient religions. I could see if he ever took notes about it. Maybe there’s one somewhere in the basement back home, you never know.” The little orb spins about, in dizzying circles until it falls on the ground.
“Still hope I’m not on the biting list”
Samael pets Jelly's stomach, cooing at it.
"You know, now that you mention it, sometimes Apollo would tell me of a guy kind of like you poking around up there. Maybe he does know a thing or two."
It glanced up from the little stone statues, wheezing. "you know I was joking, right?"
It spins on its back, staring up at him with the painted dot. “Maybe he did know something about it. Sorry, shouldn’t be so rude. I’ll look though. Some of the things he brought back..I actually can’t legally say.”
It hadn’t been his fault that demons apparently had extremely little room for legal loopholes
Samael stared up at Illinois, expression unreadable.
"... Your brother didn't take my favorite to go cup did he?"
He rises to his feet, laughing. It was an unstable, vindicated laugh. "I fucking knew! I fucking knew I didn't lose it, I'm not crazy! He took my fucking coffee cup-that I hadn't finished- that I haven't seen in years!"
He had started pacing, clearly entertained. "I told you! I fucking told you Scribe! You were wrong! For once!"
Stepping a little back behind the sentries, he laughs nervously. Quite sure his brother never visited Samael, or ever stole a coffee cup. “I..I’m not sure? If you’d like, you’re free to check the shipwreck where he’s buried to see if he’s still holding it out of spite.”
“I think..maybe, you’d like a new one?”
Samael stops in his tracks. "Oh I have one. I got another. It's just the principle of the matter. I was right and Scribe was wrong."
Samael sits on the nearest desk. "You see, prophets can't deal in absolutes. Not even gods. The concept of free will makes it so, ultimately, fates can be changed. Choices can be made. Interlopers can shift the most likely path."
Samael grins, a large, face splitting one. "I wasn't doomed. Just stupid."
“I’m still very sure that my brother didn’t steal your coffee cup, but I welcome you to check through his belongings. You really don’t like being wrong, do you? Even with Scribe, that lovely beast.”
Handing over a few of his papers, Illinois send the sentries back on duty. “Anything catch your eye?”
"It's not about being wrong! You just don't understand." Samael scoffed.
It was about avoiding coming to terms with his fate. That it was steadfast. Unmovable.
Samael waved goodbye to the sentries, his attention retuning to Illinois.
"No, nothing in particular, besides you." His head lolled to one side, yawning.
“Alright, don’t kill me over it please. If you tell me what it looks like, I can have a decent look.” Disappointed that none of his ideas seem interesting, he takes the papers back quickly.
“Nothing? Thought I was more interesting than that.”
"Forget about the mug! It's not about the mug! I don't need it!" Samael waved his hands.
It pinched the bridge of its nose.
"... I wasn't paying attention." He admits, taking up the papers again to read over. "In my defense, I am in a constant state of overwhelm. Everything is happening all at once."
He adjusted his glasses to read.
“Avoiding fate then? Scribe is always right, usually. Must be nice to avoid what it always says.” Everything would’ve been easier if he’d avoided some of his families wants. Maybe he wouldn’t be cursed beyond belief.
There’s only a couple of things scribbled down, a few stunts involving his more dangerous objects, and an explanation on curses.
Samael ignores further comments on the mug debacle, focusing on reading. He sets aside the paper.
"I like the stunt idea, but I don't know Pitch will. The curse thing could be interesting, but what I'm surprised you haven't gone for is a documentary on finding an object."
“I didn’t think it would fit with the usual content of the studio. It seems a lot more fast paced, and I didn’t want to seem too dry with what I make.” A little unsettled by the confusing metaphor the mug had been for, he screws and unscrews the top of his cane a few times.
“I’ve got a few interesting objects. I thing I still have a parasite on me somewhere.”
"Dr. Jones, is it? You know one of my parents, I believe. I hate to bother you, especially when you're... surely, so busy. But I was wondering if you could identify an object for me."
@water-runs-red
Since what he calls his ‘trip’, exhaustion has been an even worse issue than before. Typically found slumped over his desks, or on the verge of collapse when he wanders around the museum. Mostly conscious, he’s quietly studying some sort of crystal. It’s held in place with a series of claps, and it slowly shakes in place.
The intrusion is a welcome break for staring at it, and he puts his hat back on to keep his image up. “It’s not an issue at all. Sit, and I’ll get this out of the way.”
There’s been enough near death visits to scare him to the doctors again. Giving up on trying to heal himself with magical objects or temples, Illinois has finally turned to medicine. Quietly waiting in the office, his cane clicking against the ground in boredom
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*After a few minutes, the doctor makes it to his own office where Illinois waited. He entered and closed the door behind him before sitting on the other side of his desk.*
Mr. Jones, I haven't seen you in a while. I'm glad to see you're still in one piece.
How may I be of service?
“Not sure if I’m still in one piece, but the sentiment is pretty nice. I’ve not been to a doctor in a while, and I think trying to help myself with artifacts is backfiring a bit. I’ve got insomnia, curse induced. Can only sleep a couple times a month.”
Setting his bag on the table, he brings up an artifact wrapped in paper. “Don’t touch it, but this little bastard caused it all.”
Ah, you don't say.
Seriously, Jones, you should try to be more careful before meddling with cursed artifacts. Next time, one of them could turn you into a dog, and I do not have a cure for that.
*The doctor warned as he looked over at the wrapped artifact.*
Fortunately for you, I have plenty of solutions for insomnia, from natural treatments to night pills.
“The dog thing has already happened, and that was easier to fix than this. I think it’s happened a few times actually, maybe three or four?” Cracking his neck, he unfortunately remembers those in detail. Being laid up for days thanks to the vast shift in his bone structures.
“I also have a..uh..thing. There’s like a parasite, think it attached itself to me a few years ago.”
Parasite???
*The doctor quickly put on a face mask before he continued to talk, offering Illinois a face mask as well.*
I suggest you use it, unless you somehow know it's not contagious.
And how could you not have come sooner, Mr. Jones? Insomnia and now a parasite? This is serious.
“Woah, it’s not that bad, really. It’s a friendly little thing most of the time, but I thought it would be important to mention.” Taking the mask, he begins to roll up his sleeve. It looks like a tattoo of a snake in dark inks. Eventually, it begins to wiggle, moving up his arm before appearing at his neck.
“Got it in some temple, thought it was just a brand or something.”
... What in the hell-
Right, of course I was going to deal with magical conditions having you as my patient today, Mr. Jones.
No offense.
*Dr. Iplier maneuvered and switched to wear a different pair of glasses he had. This time, these glasses had smaller and magnifying lenses in front of the right glass that could be clicked down. Something like this.*
*He got up to give the snake looking parasite a closer look, using the lenses.*
And you said that it's "friendly", but most of the time. What happens when it is not?
“None taken. At least you haven’t screamed.” Tilting his head back, the snake wraps itself around his neck. Blinking slowly at the doctor, it hisses before continuing to circle Illinois’s neck.
“It tries to get out of my skin, biting and tearing at it to get out. Sometimes it bites me, I think it’s a little poisonous, I get dizzy for a bit.”
Oh trust me, when you receive your donations for the hospital from the most cursed undead man to ever exist, then nothing much will surprise you.
*He wasn't surprised when the snake hissed at him.*
Feisty little thing.
Anyhow, does it feed off of you? Or is the biting and poison all it does?
“Oh, you’ve had the misfortune of meeting him too.” Pulling at the snake, he drags it back down to his forearm. Pinning it down with his thumb. It gnashes its fangs a few times at him, biting it and making him wince.
“I think it’s feeding off of me? I can’t be sure really. It does try and eat my flesh.”
He's the reason the hospital stands and does not charge its patients. Without his donations, I'd unfortunately have to take away the free of charge treatments.
But yes, he is quite something.
*He sighed in slight annoyance at the sight of the snake hurting Illinois.*
And for your sake, we're going to need his help. No one else tames these things like he does. Especially cursed ones.
*He pulled out his phone, starting to dial a number.*
Shaking his now slightly bleeding thumb, he grits his teeth together. It’s not like he hates Actor for donating money to a hospital, he’d be a monster for that. Something has just never let them get along.
“Great..fucking great. He’s going to laugh at this.”
I doubt it.
*The doctor gently took Illinois's hand, applying a moisturizer that somehow, in ten seconds, the bleeding fully stops and scabs well. His phone keeps dialing actor.*
My office, my rules, Mr. Jones. Even if he donates to me, fighting is not tolerated in my office.
Although I can't stop him from finding the situation a bit funny, I can assure you that he will help you with my assistance.
*Eventually, Mark answers.*
Yes, I need your assistance....
Yes, it's a patient. It's a curse involving a snake in a way...
...Yes, you get to keep the snake if you somehow separate it from him...
...Thank you.
*Dr. Iplier hangs up.*
He's in. Now we just wait.
“Great. Don’t worry about me fighting him. But if he tries to crush me again it’s on. I’m not trying to kill him, I promise.” Tapping the table, he tries to distract himself from the snake tightening around his arms.
“If he laughs can I hit him?”
No, you may not hit him.
No fighting in my office nor the hospital, no exceptions.
Besides, that'd be a waste of my work. I'll help you, and then you fight him to get hurt again.
*Suddenly, a poof of red smoke appears in the office, revealing the Actor's arrival.*
Phew! Sorry for the delay, hope your patient is not dead yet-
*He then looks over, noticing it's Illinois.*
...BAHAHA-
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“Keeping me in your pocket..very nice..” Crossing his arms, the snake slithers up to around his neck again. Hanging loosely around his neck, trying to find a new area to start eating from.
“Shut the fuck up old man, or do you want me to trap you in a temple?”
Oh please, I'd love you to try and find curse stronger than mine.
How are you holding up? Would you like me to end your life instead of the little snake? I think it's a better way to go~
*He smiled wickedly, his eyes bright.*
Gentlemen.
*He sounded a lot more stern now, less inviting. It's not a common nor good thing.*
We talked about this. Let's stay professional and civilized.
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“At this rate dying would be a better fate to listening to you rattle on. Maybe this fucking snake can strangle me and I can be happy again.” Pulling it away from his neck, Illinois drags the snake to his forearm. Wincing as it begins to bite at his skin, pinpricks of blood seeping out.
“Just get this thing off of me, bitch.”
Not with those manners of yours, I won't pretty boy. You may have charm, but right now it doesn't show.
*He chuckled wickedly.*
Ah, just kidding. It wouldn't be fun if you were tortured by someone else. Besides, I want that snake. What a beautiful thing~!
But not before this.
*The actor quickly pulled out his phone before he quickly took a selfie with Illinois in it, doing a little and smug peace sign. He puts the phone away.*
Oh this is great, I'm never forgetting this.
“Take the snake. Hope it strangles you…” Watching him take a photo, he tries to cover his face with his hat so he’s unrecognizable. Too late, he places it back on his head with a sigh. The snake is wriggling under his skin, trying to gain a third dimension to itself.
“Just take it..”
Alriiiight, I'm guessing it's too much for the greatest adventurer, huh.
*He sighed before his hand was gently placed on the snake, the snake now suddenly being transferred to Mark's skin. It felt odd.*
Theeere we go.
Grimacing at the sensation, he’s pulling away the moment he feels it leave his skin. Rubbing over the few welts beginning to bubble over his skin from its favourite biting locations.
“It’s been living under my skin for two years, I think I’m allowed to be sick of it at some point.”
And I've been dead for centuries, I think I have the worst poison~
The wounds you have coz of it, that's Dr. Iplier's deal. I got what I want.
*He looked over at the snake on his skin now, carefully caressing its head. The snake no longer needed to eat from the host since its host produced power, so it could feed from it.*
“I will kill you soon, I swear to the gods. You are a little bastard. I’ll see you soon, I suppose.” Interested to see if the snake has changed behaviour from a different host, he pays the tail of the snake.
“At least you’re paying for this.”
A classic, have fun trying, pretty boy. It was nice seeing you~
*He laughed in a mocking manner before he disappeared into another poof of red smoke, no longer there.*
Sighing, he rubs the marks along his arms. Not the worst, but not enjoyable by any standards. Coughing at the smoke Mark leaves behind, hand on his chest as he tries to keep his lungs inside his body
Sheesh... Unbelievable, you two.
*The doctor sighed in annoyance before he shook his head.*
I'll get a small antidote for the venom, so whatever is left in your body doesn't accumulate.
After that, I'll take care of your wounds. They're not as deadly.
“He started all of this. Insisting that he keeps so many artifacts unmanned in his home. Not my fault I tried to be the smarter one and house them somewhere safer.” Picking at the wounds, he tries to ignore the burning pain in his veins.
Stop that.
*He carefully pushes the hand Illinois is using to pick on his skin and held it in place. His grip is surprisingly strong.*
You also have yourself to blame for trying to challenge someone like him instead of being civil.
*He then let go of his hand.*
Now, will you let me help you not die from venom intake or not?
“I’m not allowed to be angry at work, and god he can get on my nerves some days. He always wins anyways, so it doesn’t really matter.” Not a fan of how tightly he’s being grabbed, he tries to pull away from him.
“Fine, I’d rather not die like this.”
Well, then you should seek someone who will help you let your anger out, like a therapist, because I'm not one.
*He maneuvered to his a glass and stainless steel stand, full of all the medicines he had.
He sighed for a moment as he searched for an antidote.*
Apologies for the rudeness. That was not my intention. I'll make your next visit free of charge as well.
“Everyone’s allowed to be upset and angry, even you Doc. It’s about doing it an healthy way. With me and Mark, it’s symbiotic I suppose. We argue and fight, but never truly harm each other.”
Back to scratching the wounds on his arms, he looks over at the cabinet. Taking his artifact into his arms, patting it. “I think all your visits are free of charge.”
Ah, I see. That's quite the odd rivalry.
And not all are free of charge.
Certain rich stuck ups have to pay based on their history and their wage.
And don't think I can't hear that. Stop scratching the wounds, please.
*Well, that was some awfully nice hearing. The doctor finally finds the antidote, carefully taking it with his gloved hand. After he grabs it, he places it on a small tool table right beside Illinois before he maneuvered to get a syringe.*
Apologies for the not so pleasant method, but if it's in your bloodstream, then I'm not taking any chances.
“At least you charge fairly.” Forcing himself to lock his hands together, tapping his foot impatiently. Trying to ignore the need to itch and pain coming from the welts. Biting his tongue when he sees the needle, closing his eyes.
“Just do it quickly, please..”
❝ You’re not smart. You’re not a scientist. You’re not a doctor. You’re not even a full-time employee. Where did your life go so wrong? (Samael at Illinois) @worldsbestadventurer
"Jones! There he is! Tell me - you're not smart, you're not a scientist, or a doctor, or even a full time employee anywhere! What happened? Where did it all go wrong?"
It looms over Illinois, but it doesn't mean to threaten. He just caught him at the studio, and wanted to talk.
"I was reading up on your trip to the underworld." He explains, slinging an arm around Jones. "It is fascinating. What do you do now?"
There likely won’t be a time where he isn’t partially surprised by Samael, especially when he nearly walks into it. Looking over a few proposals he had to try and integrate himself with the studio. Small ads that features some of his works and books mainly.
“Probably faking a masters degree, that’s the starter. Haven’t got anything new yet, mainly research.”
"All that effort, why not just get one?" It tilts its head, curious.
"Oh, it'll be fun having you at the studio. You should come visit my office! I don't bite! Unless provoked, I mean-" he laughed "We could do a film adaptation!"
“I was a bit too distraught at the time, but I knew I was good. Just took Washingtons degree and fiddled a few things with it.” Carefully replacing the papers with his notebooks, Illinois looks up at it. The idea of it biting him is laughable at least.
“Careful, I’ll get the security statues after you. Brought them over from Bims studio.”
"Well, now's the perfect time to try it!" Samael grinned. "I bet you'd have fun. What's stopping you?"
Its expression fell into one of bewilderment. "Bim? Who?"
Am I supposed to know that guy.
Samael is fated to meet Trimmer another day.
Bim Trimmer is a dumb name. Also- COULD YOU STOP WITH THE CRYPTIC BULLSHIT?
“Maybe, maybe. I still work as a consultant with a few museums, but much less payment unfortunately. Don’t mind working at the studios for security. Bim has his own studio, does his own game show. I work security there too.”
Whistling twice, there’s a rumble of stones scraping against the floor. Skidding around like excitable dogs before stopping at Illinois’s feet. Two statues, one mostly an orb with legs, and the other resembling a crudely carved lion.
"Hm." Samael crouches down, looking at them closer. "Cute..."
It pets the round one, fascinated by the living stone.
"Kinda reminds me of Scribe, to be honest. Where'd you find these things?"
He was distractible, moreso than one would expect. A blessing for those he finds a suitable target, and a curse for him.
”They’re all around the world really, enchanted sentries are pretty common in most areas. The lion was from my Portugal trip, and the little round one has just been in my house. Not sure how, or for how long even.”
The tiny round one behaves like a cat, doing the most it can to look up with a painted on dot at Samael.
"It's sweet." Samael grins, sinking lower to let it see better.
He waved a little at it, before petting its head. "Are they named?"
On second thought, he can recall seeing something like it at Apollo's temple. A guardian of stone.
He fishes around in his coat pocket, taking out a busted, peeling wallet. It took a photo from it, showing Illinois a pillar coiled around someone. Their face is scribbled out.
”The lion is Tan, this little guy is Jelly. I have another lion, back at Bims studio called Go. It’s a terrible pun, put it fits them.” Cuddling up to Tan, Illinois is surprised at the sudden offering of the photo.
“Am I meant to recognize this? Not sure I recognize the structure style.”
Samael laughs, delighted by them.
"I remembered meeting one once, that's all. A pillar. I can't remember its name." He stuck the photo back in his pocket
"It lives at a temple my partner was affiliated with."
“I haven’t been to that one, I think. My brother Washington loved documenting ancient religions. I could see if he ever took notes about it. Maybe there’s one somewhere in the basement back home, you never know.” The little orb spins about, in dizzying circles until it falls on the ground.
“Still hope I’m not on the biting list”
Samael pets Jelly's stomach, cooing at it.
"You know, now that you mention it, sometimes Apollo would tell me of a guy kind of like you poking around up there. Maybe he does know a thing or two."
It glanced up from the little stone statues, wheezing. "you know I was joking, right?"
It spins on its back, staring up at him with the painted dot. “Maybe he did know something about it. Sorry, shouldn’t be so rude. I’ll look though. Some of the things he brought back..I actually can’t legally say.”
It hadn’t been his fault that demons apparently had extremely little room for legal loopholes
Samael stared up at Illinois, expression unreadable.
"... Your brother didn't take my favorite to go cup did he?"
He rises to his feet, laughing. It was an unstable, vindicated laugh. "I fucking knew! I fucking knew I didn't lose it, I'm not crazy! He took my fucking coffee cup-that I hadn't finished- that I haven't seen in years!"
He had started pacing, clearly entertained. "I told you! I fucking told you Scribe! You were wrong! For once!"
Stepping a little back behind the sentries, he laughs nervously. Quite sure his brother never visited Samael, or ever stole a coffee cup. “I..I’m not sure? If you’d like, you’re free to check the shipwreck where he’s buried to see if he’s still holding it out of spite.”
“I think..maybe, you’d like a new one?”
Samael stops in his tracks. "Oh I have one. I got another. It's just the principle of the matter. I was right and Scribe was wrong."
Samael sits on the nearest desk. "You see, prophets can't deal in absolutes. Not even gods. The concept of free will makes it so, ultimately, fates can be changed. Choices can be made. Interlopers can shift the most likely path."
Samael grins, a large, face splitting one. "I wasn't doomed. Just stupid."
“I’m still very sure that my brother didn’t steal your coffee cup, but I welcome you to check through his belongings. You really don’t like being wrong, do you? Even with Scribe, that lovely beast.”
Handing over a few of his papers, Illinois send the sentries back on duty. “Anything catch your eye?”
"It's not about being wrong! You just don't understand." Samael scoffed.
It was about avoiding coming to terms with his fate. That it was steadfast. Unmovable.
Samael waved goodbye to the sentries, his attention retuning to Illinois.
"No, nothing in particular, besides you." His head lolled to one side, yawning.
“Alright, don’t kill me over it please. If you tell me what it looks like, I can have a decent look.” Disappointed that none of his ideas seem interesting, he takes the papers back quickly.
“Nothing? Thought I was more interesting than that.”
"Forget about the mug! It's not about the mug! I don't need it!" Samael waved his hands.
It pinched the bridge of its nose.
"... I wasn't paying attention." He admits, taking up the papers again to read over. "In my defense, I am in a constant state of overwhelm. Everything is happening all at once."
He adjusted his glasses to read.
“Avoiding fate then? Scribe is always right, usually. Must be nice to avoid what it always says.” Everything would’ve been easier if he’d avoided some of his families wants. Maybe he wouldn’t be cursed beyond belief.
There’s only a couple of things scribbled down, a few stunts involving his more dangerous objects, and an explanation on curses.
-there was a soft knocking at the door, on the other side of it was ex, wearing an oversized black hoodie and their normal bat backpack waiting for the door to open up for them to be allowed in-
Mr Illinois? May I come in please?
-@the-crossed-out-entity
For most of the day, he’s been asleep. Taking advantage of his new artifact that’s been liking him into a decent, comfortable sleep for once. When he hears the knocking, it jolts him out of his sleep.
Stumbling sleepily towards the door, he surprised to seek them again. “Hello…”
-there small demon stood at the edge of the outside door-
Sorry to bother you mister, but uhh is it fine if I stay with you for a bit? I haven't really been feeling safe alone...
-it was obvious something was a miss with how they're acting, fidgeting with the (their) left sleeve as a way to keep themselves busy, they know is something horrible is about to happen-
“You’re going to catch your death out there kid, come on, get inside.” Quickly ushering them in, he looks behind them to be sure they’re alone. There’s been enough mishaps in the last few months to keep him on edge.
“Have you gotten anything to eat recently?”
...no...
“Sit down, grab a few blankets for yourself. I’ll find something for you to eat, ok?” Locking the door, he begins to search the kitchen for something decent to eat. Ignoring the over growing plant taking over the corner, and pulling out a few pieces of bread and jam.
Back with a sandwich for them, he sits down next to them. Offering it to them, and looking over them. “Something wrong?”
Yea...I just don't know what...
-noe wrapped in 3 blankets and a large hoodie Ex would grab the sandwich and would take a bite out of it, not their usual sustenance but it will suffice-
I just don't feel safe alone...
And with the lights out...
“I miss the lights too. It’s going to be back soon, I promise, alright? It’ll be better soon, before you even know it. Eat up, and I’ll try and find something a little better, alright?”
Ok.
-after getting more comfortable withing the blankets they where in, Ex would start to finish the sandwich that Illinois gave them-
“..If you’re not human, would you like something inhumane to eat? I think I have a few possessed objects if you’d like to eat them instead.”
*Illinois hears a knock on his door and a familiar voice speaks from the other side*
Illinois? It’s me Phobos may I come in?
@phobos-godofchaos
Staring at an artifact, he taps the desk a few times to try and signal he can come in. Unable to talk, pen in his mouth as he waits patiently for it to react again.
*The god of chaos walks in and makes his way to the desk carrying a bowl and a bag and sets it down on the desk*
I brought you something to eat. I made it myself.
Waving at him, he chews on the end of his pen. Staring at the artifact, and jumping back excitedly when it shudders. “There! Fuck, finally! This is perfect!”
There’s been enough near death visits to scare him to the doctors again. Giving up on trying to heal himself with magical objects or temples, Illinois has finally turned to medicine. Quietly waiting in the office, his cane clicking against the ground in boredom
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*After a few minutes, the doctor makes it to his own office where Illinois waited. He entered and closed the door behind him before sitting on the other side of his desk.*
Mr. Jones, I haven't seen you in a while. I'm glad to see you're still in one piece.
How may I be of service?
“Not sure if I’m still in one piece, but the sentiment is pretty nice. I’ve not been to a doctor in a while, and I think trying to help myself with artifacts is backfiring a bit. I’ve got insomnia, curse induced. Can only sleep a couple times a month.”
Setting his bag on the table, he brings up an artifact wrapped in paper. “Don’t touch it, but this little bastard caused it all.”
Ah, you don't say.
Seriously, Jones, you should try to be more careful before meddling with cursed artifacts. Next time, one of them could turn you into a dog, and I do not have a cure for that.
*The doctor warned as he looked over at the wrapped artifact.*
Fortunately for you, I have plenty of solutions for insomnia, from natural treatments to night pills.
“The dog thing has already happened, and that was easier to fix than this. I think it’s happened a few times actually, maybe three or four?” Cracking his neck, he unfortunately remembers those in detail. Being laid up for days thanks to the vast shift in his bone structures.
“I also have a..uh..thing. There’s like a parasite, think it attached itself to me a few years ago.”
Parasite???
*The doctor quickly put on a face mask before he continued to talk, offering Illinois a face mask as well.*
I suggest you use it, unless you somehow know it's not contagious.
And how could you not have come sooner, Mr. Jones? Insomnia and now a parasite? This is serious.
“Woah, it’s not that bad, really. It’s a friendly little thing most of the time, but I thought it would be important to mention.” Taking the mask, he begins to roll up his sleeve. It looks like a tattoo of a snake in dark inks. Eventually, it begins to wiggle, moving up his arm before appearing at his neck.
“Got it in some temple, thought it was just a brand or something.”
... What in the hell-
Right, of course I was going to deal with magical conditions having you as my patient today, Mr. Jones.
No offense.
*Dr. Iplier maneuvered and switched to wear a different pair of glasses he had. This time, these glasses had smaller and magnifying lenses in front of the right glass that could be clicked down. Something like this.*
*He got up to give the snake looking parasite a closer look, using the lenses.*
And you said that it's "friendly", but most of the time. What happens when it is not?
“None taken. At least you haven’t screamed.” Tilting his head back, the snake wraps itself around his neck. Blinking slowly at the doctor, it hisses before continuing to circle Illinois’s neck.
“It tries to get out of my skin, biting and tearing at it to get out. Sometimes it bites me, I think it’s a little poisonous, I get dizzy for a bit.”
Oh trust me, when you receive your donations for the hospital from the most cursed undead man to ever exist, then nothing much will surprise you.
*He wasn't surprised when the snake hissed at him.*
Feisty little thing.
Anyhow, does it feed off of you? Or is the biting and poison all it does?
“Oh, you’ve had the misfortune of meeting him too.” Pulling at the snake, he drags it back down to his forearm. Pinning it down with his thumb. It gnashes its fangs a few times at him, biting it and making him wince.
“I think it’s feeding off of me? I can’t be sure really. It does try and eat my flesh.”
He's the reason the hospital stands and does not charge its patients. Without his donations, I'd unfortunately have to take away the free of charge treatments.
But yes, he is quite something.
*He sighed in slight annoyance at the sight of the snake hurting Illinois.*
And for your sake, we're going to need his help. No one else tames these things like he does. Especially cursed ones.
*He pulled out his phone, starting to dial a number.*
Shaking his now slightly bleeding thumb, he grits his teeth together. It’s not like he hates Actor for donating money to a hospital, he’d be a monster for that. Something has just never let them get along.
“Great..fucking great. He’s going to laugh at this.”
I doubt it.
*The doctor gently took Illinois's hand, applying a moisturizer that somehow, in ten seconds, the bleeding fully stops and scabs well. His phone keeps dialing actor.*
My office, my rules, Mr. Jones. Even if he donates to me, fighting is not tolerated in my office.
Although I can't stop him from finding the situation a bit funny, I can assure you that he will help you with my assistance.
*Eventually, Mark answers.*
Yes, I need your assistance....
Yes, it's a patient. It's a curse involving a snake in a way...
...Yes, you get to keep the snake if you somehow separate it from him...
...Thank you.
*Dr. Iplier hangs up.*
He's in. Now we just wait.
“Great. Don’t worry about me fighting him. But if he tries to crush me again it’s on. I’m not trying to kill him, I promise.” Tapping the table, he tries to distract himself from the snake tightening around his arms.
“If he laughs can I hit him?”
No, you may not hit him.
No fighting in my office nor the hospital, no exceptions.
Besides, that'd be a waste of my work. I'll help you, and then you fight him to get hurt again.
*Suddenly, a poof of red smoke appears in the office, revealing the Actor's arrival.*
Phew! Sorry for the delay, hope your patient is not dead yet-
*He then looks over, noticing it's Illinois.*
...BAHAHA-
@worldsbestadventurer
“Keeping me in your pocket..very nice..” Crossing his arms, the snake slithers up to around his neck again. Hanging loosely around his neck, trying to find a new area to start eating from.
“Shut the fuck up old man, or do you want me to trap you in a temple?”
Oh please, I'd love you to try and find curse stronger than mine.
How are you holding up? Would you like me to end your life instead of the little snake? I think it's a better way to go~
*He smiled wickedly, his eyes bright.*
Gentlemen.
*He sounded a lot more stern now, less inviting. It's not a common nor good thing.*
We talked about this. Let's stay professional and civilized.
@worldsbestadventurer
“At this rate dying would be a better fate to listening to you rattle on. Maybe this fucking snake can strangle me and I can be happy again.” Pulling it away from his neck, Illinois drags the snake to his forearm. Wincing as it begins to bite at his skin, pinpricks of blood seeping out.
“Just get this thing off of me, bitch.”
Not with those manners of yours, I won't pretty boy. You may have charm, but right now it doesn't show.
*He chuckled wickedly.*
Ah, just kidding. It wouldn't be fun if you were tortured by someone else. Besides, I want that snake. What a beautiful thing~!
But not before this.
*The actor quickly pulled out his phone before he quickly took a selfie with Illinois in it, doing a little and smug peace sign. He puts the phone away.*
Oh this is great, I'm never forgetting this.
“Take the snake. Hope it strangles you…” Watching him take a photo, he tries to cover his face with his hat so he’s unrecognizable. Too late, he places it back on his head with a sigh. The snake is wriggling under his skin, trying to gain a third dimension to itself.
“Just take it..”
Alriiiight, I'm guessing it's too much for the greatest adventurer, huh.
*He sighed before his hand was gently placed on the snake, the snake now suddenly being transferred to Mark's skin. It felt odd.*
Theeere we go.
Grimacing at the sensation, he’s pulling away the moment he feels it leave his skin. Rubbing over the few welts beginning to bubble over his skin from its favourite biting locations.
“It’s been living under my skin for two years, I think I’m allowed to be sick of it at some point.”
And I've been dead for centuries, I think I have the worst poison~
The wounds you have coz of it, that's Dr. Iplier's deal. I got what I want.
*He looked over at the snake on his skin now, carefully caressing its head. The snake no longer needed to eat from the host since its host produced power, so it could feed from it.*
“I will kill you soon, I swear to the gods. You are a little bastard. I’ll see you soon, I suppose.” Interested to see if the snake has changed behaviour from a different host, he pays the tail of the snake.
“At least you’re paying for this.”
A classic, have fun trying, pretty boy. It was nice seeing you~
*He laughed in a mocking manner before he disappeared into another poof of red smoke, no longer there.*
Sighing, he rubs the marks along his arms. Not the worst, but not enjoyable by any standards. Coughing at the smoke Mark leaves behind, hand on his chest as he tries to keep his lungs inside his body
Sheesh... Unbelievable, you two.
*The doctor sighed in annoyance before he shook his head.*
I'll get a small antidote for the venom, so whatever is left in your body doesn't accumulate.
After that, I'll take care of your wounds. They're not as deadly.
“He started all of this. Insisting that he keeps so many artifacts unmanned in his home. Not my fault I tried to be the smarter one and house them somewhere safer.” Picking at the wounds, he tries to ignore the burning pain in his veins.
Stop that.
*He carefully pushes the hand Illinois is using to pick on his skin and held it in place. His grip is surprisingly strong.*
You also have yourself to blame for trying to challenge someone like him instead of being civil.
*He then let go of his hand.*
Now, will you let me help you not die from venom intake or not?
“I’m not allowed to be angry at work, and god he can get on my nerves some days. He always wins anyways, so it doesn’t really matter.” Not a fan of how tightly he’s being grabbed, he tries to pull away from him.
“Fine, I’d rather not die like this.”
Well, then you should seek someone who will help you let your anger out, like a therapist, because I'm not one.
*He maneuvered to his a glass and stainless steel stand, full of all the medicines he had.
He sighed for a moment as he searched for an antidote.*
Apologies for the rudeness. That was not my intention. I'll make your next visit free of charge as well.
“Everyone’s allowed to be upset and angry, even you Doc. It’s about doing it an healthy way. With me and Mark, it’s symbiotic I suppose. We argue and fight, but never truly harm each other.”
Back to scratching the wounds on his arms, he looks over at the cabinet. Taking his artifact into his arms, patting it. “I think all your visits are free of charge.”
-there was a soft knocking at the door, on the other side of it was ex, wearing an oversized black hoodie and their normal bat backpack waiting for the door to open up for them to be allowed in-
Mr Illinois? May I come in please?
-@the-crossed-out-entity
For most of the day, he’s been asleep. Taking advantage of his new artifact that’s been liking him into a decent, comfortable sleep for once. When he hears the knocking, it jolts him out of his sleep.
Stumbling sleepily towards the door, he surprised to seek them again. “Hello…”
-there small demon stood at the edge of the outside door-
Sorry to bother you mister, but uhh is it fine if I stay with you for a bit? I haven't really been feeling safe alone...
-it was obvious something was a miss with how they're acting, fidgeting with the (their) left sleeve as a way to keep themselves busy, they know is something horrible is about to happen-
“You’re going to catch your death out there kid, come on, get inside.” Quickly ushering them in, he looks behind them to be sure they’re alone. There’s been enough mishaps in the last few months to keep him on edge.
“Have you gotten anything to eat recently?”
...no...
“Sit down, grab a few blankets for yourself. I’ll find something for you to eat, ok?” Locking the door, he begins to search the kitchen for something decent to eat. Ignoring the over growing plant taking over the corner, and pulling out a few pieces of bread and jam.
Back with a sandwich for them, he sits down next to them. Offering it to them, and looking over them. “Something wrong?”
Yea...I just don't know what...
-noe wrapped in 3 blankets and a large hoodie Ex would grab the sandwich and would take a bite out of it, not their usual sustenance but it will suffice-
I just don't feel safe alone...
And with the lights out...
“I miss the lights too. It’s going to be back soon, I promise, alright? It’ll be better soon, before you even know it. Eat up, and I’ll try and find something a little better, alright?”
-there was a soft knocking at the door, on the other side of it was ex, wearing an oversized black hoodie and their normal bat backpack waiting for the door to open up for them to be allowed in-
Mr Illinois? May I come in please?
-@the-crossed-out-entity
For most of the day, he’s been asleep. Taking advantage of his new artifact that’s been liking him into a decent, comfortable sleep for once. When he hears the knocking, it jolts him out of his sleep.
Stumbling sleepily towards the door, he surprised to seek them again. “Hello…”
-there small demon stood at the edge of the outside door-
Sorry to bother you mister, but uhh is it fine if I stay with you for a bit? I haven't really been feeling safe alone...
-it was obvious something was a miss with how they're acting, fidgeting with the (their) left sleeve as a way to keep themselves busy, they know is something horrible is about to happen-
“You’re going to catch your death out there kid, come on, get inside.” Quickly ushering them in, he looks behind them to be sure they’re alone. There’s been enough mishaps in the last few months to keep him on edge.
“Have you gotten anything to eat recently?”
...no...
“Sit down, grab a few blankets for yourself. I’ll find something for you to eat, ok?” Locking the door, he begins to search the kitchen for something decent to eat. Ignoring the over growing plant taking over the corner, and pulling out a few pieces of bread and jam.
Back with a sandwich for them, he sits down next to them. Offering it to them, and looking over them. “Something wrong?”
-there was a soft knocking at the door, on the other side of it was ex, wearing an oversized black hoodie and their normal bat backpack waiting for the door to open up for them to be allowed in-
Mr Illinois? May I come in please?
-@the-crossed-out-entity
For most of the day, he’s been asleep. Taking advantage of his new artifact that’s been liking him into a decent, comfortable sleep for once. When he hears the knocking, it jolts him out of his sleep.
Stumbling sleepily towards the door, he surprised to seek them again. “Hello…”
-there small demon stood at the edge of the outside door-
Sorry to bother you mister, but uhh is it fine if I stay with you for a bit? I haven't really been feeling safe alone...
-it was obvious something was a miss with how they're acting, fidgeting with the (their) left sleeve as a way to keep themselves busy, they know is something horrible is about to happen-
“You’re going to catch your death out there kid, come on, get inside.” Quickly ushering them in, he looks behind them to be sure they’re alone. There’s been enough mishaps in the last few months to keep him on edge.
“Have you gotten anything to eat recently?”
*Illinois hears a knock on his door and a familiar voice speaks from the other side*
Illinois? It’s me Phobos may I come in?
@phobos-godofchaos
Staring at an artifact, he taps the desk a few times to try and signal he can come in. Unable to talk, pen in his mouth as he waits patiently for it to react again.
-there was a soft knocking at the door, on the other side of it was ex, wearing an oversized black hoodie and their normal bat backpack waiting for the door to open up for them to be allowed in-
Mr Illinois? May I come in please?
-@the-crossed-out-entity
For most of the day, he’s been asleep. Taking advantage of his new artifact that’s been liking him into a decent, comfortable sleep for once. When he hears the knocking, it jolts him out of his sleep.
Stumbling sleepily towards the door, he surprised to seek them again. “Hello…”
There’s been enough near death visits to scare him to the doctors again. Giving up on trying to heal himself with magical objects or temples, Illinois has finally turned to medicine. Quietly waiting in the office, his cane clicking against the ground in boredom
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*After a few minutes, the doctor makes it to his own office where Illinois waited. He entered and closed the door behind him before sitting on the other side of his desk.*
Mr. Jones, I haven't seen you in a while. I'm glad to see you're still in one piece.
How may I be of service?
“Not sure if I’m still in one piece, but the sentiment is pretty nice. I’ve not been to a doctor in a while, and I think trying to help myself with artifacts is backfiring a bit. I’ve got insomnia, curse induced. Can only sleep a couple times a month.”
Setting his bag on the table, he brings up an artifact wrapped in paper. “Don’t touch it, but this little bastard caused it all.”
Ah, you don't say.
Seriously, Jones, you should try to be more careful before meddling with cursed artifacts. Next time, one of them could turn you into a dog, and I do not have a cure for that.
*The doctor warned as he looked over at the wrapped artifact.*
Fortunately for you, I have plenty of solutions for insomnia, from natural treatments to night pills.
“The dog thing has already happened, and that was easier to fix than this. I think it’s happened a few times actually, maybe three or four?” Cracking his neck, he unfortunately remembers those in detail. Being laid up for days thanks to the vast shift in his bone structures.
“I also have a..uh..thing. There’s like a parasite, think it attached itself to me a few years ago.”
Parasite???
*The doctor quickly put on a face mask before he continued to talk, offering Illinois a face mask as well.*
I suggest you use it, unless you somehow know it's not contagious.
And how could you not have come sooner, Mr. Jones? Insomnia and now a parasite? This is serious.
“Woah, it’s not that bad, really. It’s a friendly little thing most of the time, but I thought it would be important to mention.” Taking the mask, he begins to roll up his sleeve. It looks like a tattoo of a snake in dark inks. Eventually, it begins to wiggle, moving up his arm before appearing at his neck.
“Got it in some temple, thought it was just a brand or something.”
... What in the hell-
Right, of course I was going to deal with magical conditions having you as my patient today, Mr. Jones.
No offense.
*Dr. Iplier maneuvered and switched to wear a different pair of glasses he had. This time, these glasses had smaller and magnifying lenses in front of the right glass that could be clicked down. Something like this.*
*He got up to give the snake looking parasite a closer look, using the lenses.*
And you said that it's "friendly", but most of the time. What happens when it is not?
“None taken. At least you haven’t screamed.” Tilting his head back, the snake wraps itself around his neck. Blinking slowly at the doctor, it hisses before continuing to circle Illinois’s neck.
“It tries to get out of my skin, biting and tearing at it to get out. Sometimes it bites me, I think it’s a little poisonous, I get dizzy for a bit.”
Oh trust me, when you receive your donations for the hospital from the most cursed undead man to ever exist, then nothing much will surprise you.
*He wasn't surprised when the snake hissed at him.*
Feisty little thing.
Anyhow, does it feed off of you? Or is the biting and poison all it does?
“Oh, you’ve had the misfortune of meeting him too.” Pulling at the snake, he drags it back down to his forearm. Pinning it down with his thumb. It gnashes its fangs a few times at him, biting it and making him wince.
“I think it’s feeding off of me? I can’t be sure really. It does try and eat my flesh.”
He's the reason the hospital stands and does not charge its patients. Without his donations, I'd unfortunately have to take away the free of charge treatments.
But yes, he is quite something.
*He sighed in slight annoyance at the sight of the snake hurting Illinois.*
And for your sake, we're going to need his help. No one else tames these things like he does. Especially cursed ones.
*He pulled out his phone, starting to dial a number.*
Shaking his now slightly bleeding thumb, he grits his teeth together. It’s not like he hates Actor for donating money to a hospital, he’d be a monster for that. Something has just never let them get along.
“Great..fucking great. He’s going to laugh at this.”
I doubt it.
*The doctor gently took Illinois's hand, applying a moisturizer that somehow, in ten seconds, the bleeding fully stops and scabs well. His phone keeps dialing actor.*
My office, my rules, Mr. Jones. Even if he donates to me, fighting is not tolerated in my office.
Although I can't stop him from finding the situation a bit funny, I can assure you that he will help you with my assistance.
*Eventually, Mark answers.*
Yes, I need your assistance....
Yes, it's a patient. It's a curse involving a snake in a way...
...Yes, you get to keep the snake if you somehow separate it from him...
...Thank you.
*Dr. Iplier hangs up.*
He's in. Now we just wait.
“Great. Don’t worry about me fighting him. But if he tries to crush me again it’s on. I’m not trying to kill him, I promise.” Tapping the table, he tries to distract himself from the snake tightening around his arms.
“If he laughs can I hit him?”
No, you may not hit him.
No fighting in my office nor the hospital, no exceptions.
Besides, that'd be a waste of my work. I'll help you, and then you fight him to get hurt again.
*Suddenly, a poof of red smoke appears in the office, revealing the Actor's arrival.*
Phew! Sorry for the delay, hope your patient is not dead yet-
*He then looks over, noticing it's Illinois.*
...BAHAHA-
@worldsbestadventurer
“Keeping me in your pocket..very nice..” Crossing his arms, the snake slithers up to around his neck again. Hanging loosely around his neck, trying to find a new area to start eating from.
“Shut the fuck up old man, or do you want me to trap you in a temple?”
Oh please, I'd love you to try and find curse stronger than mine.
How are you holding up? Would you like me to end your life instead of the little snake? I think it's a better way to go~
*He smiled wickedly, his eyes bright.*
Gentlemen.
*He sounded a lot more stern now, less inviting. It's not a common nor good thing.*
We talked about this. Let's stay professional and civilized.
@worldsbestadventurer
“At this rate dying would be a better fate to listening to you rattle on. Maybe this fucking snake can strangle me and I can be happy again.” Pulling it away from his neck, Illinois drags the snake to his forearm. Wincing as it begins to bite at his skin, pinpricks of blood seeping out.
“Just get this thing off of me, bitch.”
Not with those manners of yours, I won't pretty boy. You may have charm, but right now it doesn't show.
*He chuckled wickedly.*
Ah, just kidding. It wouldn't be fun if you were tortured by someone else. Besides, I want that snake. What a beautiful thing~!
But not before this.
*The actor quickly pulled out his phone before he quickly took a selfie with Illinois in it, doing a little and smug peace sign. He puts the phone away.*
Oh this is great, I'm never forgetting this.
“Take the snake. Hope it strangles you…” Watching him take a photo, he tries to cover his face with his hat so he’s unrecognizable. Too late, he places it back on his head with a sigh. The snake is wriggling under his skin, trying to gain a third dimension to itself.
“Just take it..”
Alriiiight, I'm guessing it's too much for the greatest adventurer, huh.
*He sighed before his hand was gently placed on the snake, the snake now suddenly being transferred to Mark's skin. It felt odd.*
Theeere we go.
Grimacing at the sensation, he’s pulling away the moment he feels it leave his skin. Rubbing over the few welts beginning to bubble over his skin from its favourite biting locations.
“It’s been living under my skin for two years, I think I’m allowed to be sick of it at some point.”
And I've been dead for centuries, I think I have the worst poison~
The wounds you have coz of it, that's Dr. Iplier's deal. I got what I want.
*He looked over at the snake on his skin now, carefully caressing its head. The snake no longer needed to eat from the host since its host produced power, so it could feed from it.*
“I will kill you soon, I swear to the gods. You are a little bastard. I’ll see you soon, I suppose.” Interested to see if the snake has changed behaviour from a different host, he pays the tail of the snake.
“At least you’re paying for this.”
A classic, have fun trying, pretty boy. It was nice seeing you~
*He laughed in a mocking manner before he disappeared into another poof of red smoke, no longer there.*
Sighing, he rubs the marks along his arms. Not the worst, but not enjoyable by any standards. Coughing at the smoke Mark leaves behind, hand on his chest as he tries to keep his lungs inside his body
Sheesh... Unbelievable, you two.
*The doctor sighed in annoyance before he shook his head.*
I'll get a small antidote for the venom, so whatever is left in your body doesn't accumulate.
After that, I'll take care of your wounds. They're not as deadly.
“He started all of this. Insisting that he keeps so many artifacts unmanned in his home. Not my fault I tried to be the smarter one and house them somewhere safer.” Picking at the wounds, he tries to ignore the burning pain in his veins.
Stop that.
*He carefully pushes the hand Illinois is using to pick on his skin and held it in place. His grip is surprisingly strong.*
You also have yourself to blame for trying to challenge someone like him instead of being civil.
*He then let go of his hand.*
Now, will you let me help you not die from venom intake or not?
“I’m not allowed to be angry at work, and god he can get on my nerves some days. He always wins anyways, so it doesn’t really matter.” Not a fan of how tightly he’s being grabbed, he tries to pull away from him.
“Fine, I’d rather not die like this.”
