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eastbound2024-01-03 10:12 am
lonelydream) wrote in eastbound2024-01-03 10:12 am
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How long has it been since we've been allowed to see the night sky? Has anyone managed to pry their windows open? Where I'm from, peaceful nights are often spent drinking beneath the moonlight.
[ There's the sound of clinking ceramic--clearly, he isn't letting anything stop him from drinking, at least.
It's frustrating that he hasn't been able to explore to his heart's content, that he's cut off from investigating the mysteries of this place. How much longer does he have, here in this place of relative peace? What sort of place will they go to next? Is it worth the risk to wait? (No. He knows it's not.)
A brief pause, and then he continues, though his breathing sounds...not ideal. ]
My apologies for the late introduction. My name is Zhou Xu; I arrived not long before we left the last city.
It's been brought to my attention that we have a number of healers among us. I seek, at your convenience, Wen Qing, Anduin, Nynaeve, and Hermione. Any others with an understanding of medicine, healing, or magic would be appreciated as well.
[ Far more open and blatant than he'd ever been before, but he's running out of time. He simply can't afford to be discrete any longer. Just before he ends the transmission, something occurs to him: ]
--Ah. I've heard that I've been here before. If you once knew me, I'd also like to meet. Thank you.
[ There's the sound of clinking ceramic--clearly, he isn't letting anything stop him from drinking, at least.
It's frustrating that he hasn't been able to explore to his heart's content, that he's cut off from investigating the mysteries of this place. How much longer does he have, here in this place of relative peace? What sort of place will they go to next? Is it worth the risk to wait? (No. He knows it's not.)
A brief pause, and then he continues, though his breathing sounds...not ideal. ]
My apologies for the late introduction. My name is Zhou Xu; I arrived not long before we left the last city.
It's been brought to my attention that we have a number of healers among us. I seek, at your convenience, Wen Qing, Anduin, Nynaeve, and Hermione. Any others with an understanding of medicine, healing, or magic would be appreciated as well.
[ Far more open and blatant than he'd ever been before, but he's running out of time. He simply can't afford to be discrete any longer. Just before he ends the transmission, something occurs to him: ]
--Ah. I've heard that I've been here before. If you once knew me, I'd also like to meet. Thank you.
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How could I demand my subordinates follow such strict and cruel rules--and not follow through with it myself? But, yes. I've found a reason to live.
[ He didn't have one, before. ]
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[ A death sentence, carried out through slow agony like this? It just seems pointlessly cruel. But perhaps that's a discussion for another day.
He straightens where he sits, gaze shifting intently over the other man. ]
Have you tried any other treatments, before now?
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It's designed to be incurable. [ He smiles, small and mirthless. ] There might have been a way, once. I had hope for it, at least. But due to extenuating circumstances, I had to take certain measures which sped up timeline. Significantly.
Which is to say, not exactly. Because I know it's incurable without the use of things beyond what my home world is capable of.
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[ Well. Better not to get hopes too high. ]
If not curing it, then at least relieving the symptoms. Making things more comfortable.
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[ A brief pause, and then he sighs. It isn't as though holding back will do him any good. Especially not here. ]
I drove nails through my meridians at the seven critical points. And then I expelled them all by force.
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[ This time, he manages to mask his horror at the brutality of the measures taken. The healer cannot afford time for shock, only the pragmatic view of what can and should be done, now that they are here.
Perhaps later, if he wishes to talk of it more, they can. Anduin would certainly not turn him away. ]
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Do you wish to see? [ He gestures at his chest, a quick, controlled movement of his hand. ] It may be clearer than trying to describe a system you are unfamiliar familiar with.
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If you are comfortable doing so, then yes. I think that might be helpful.
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[ He isn't exactly comfortable with it, but he doesn't mind too much. As long as Wen Kexing doesn't come back at the wrong time and get the entirely wrong impression, at least. Zishu shrugs his layers off his shoulders one at a time without undoing the belt wrapped tightly around his waist. Eventually, he's down to his last inner robe, which he undoes the ties of, and slides them down as well to bare his chest and the seven holes that are poorly scabbing and growing over in it (plus one at the base of his sternum). There are also two large, jagged scars on his shoulders--the result of having been speared through with two meathooks--as well as a number of other scars, but those are thinner and cleaner, from blades. ]