Insanity Clinic: Season Two

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, The Halcyon Girl said:

“I’m okay. I’m glad you’re not dead.”

"Likewise."

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@Spark of Hope if you want, I can just have Lerac go now and Aventine can get that post-mortem conversation. He asked Insa a question but we can just say she answered for now and he went back

@Spark of Hope

[Through the Living Hope]

4 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"Likewise."

@Spark of Hope

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Fine with me

I think it’d be interesting to see his conversation with Death, too, if you’re ok writing that

 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 minute ago, Spark of Hope said:

 

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Yeah. I'm walking at the moment and I don't feel like writing it all out on my phone, but I'll do it on my laptop once I reach my destination.

Steeling himself, Lerac swiped a cut down his own forearm with the dagger. He felt the cold rushing in, and disappeared in a roar of freezing monochromatic flames.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

12 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"Likewise."

@Spark of Hope

“I’m glad you were there, though. For my dreams, I mean.”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 minute ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

“I’m glad you were there, though. For my dreams, I mean.”

"That was nice. Especially with some of the things we both remembered..."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"That was nice. Especially with some of the things we both remembered..."

She nodded and squeezed him. “Yeah. Yeah, for sure.”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

4 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

She nodded and squeezed him. “Yeah. Yeah, for sure.”

He idly ran a hand through her hair for a bit, then paused at a thought. "Before those memories, I dreamt something else, something to do with my powers. It worried me, for some reason."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

He idly ran a hand through her hair for a bit, then paused at a thought. "Before those memories, I dreamt something else, something to do with my powers. It worried me, for some reason."

“What kind of dream?”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

2 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

“What kind of dream?”

"Well, there's a thing I can do were I sort of go into an... alternate state, I guess you could call it. I see souls and connections between things. I've never gone into it in a dream before. And something I didn't really understand happened, but it scared me, and I felt like I needed to stop using that energy."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"Well, there's a thing I can do were I sort of go into an... alternate state, I guess you could call it. I see souls and connections between things. I've never gone into it in a dream before. And something I didn't really understand happened, but it scared me, and I felt like I needed to stop using that energy."

“Oh. That… that’s not good.” 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, The Halcyon Girl said:

“Oh. That… that’s not good.” 

"I guess not. It makes even less sense now than it felt like it did during the dream."

[Through the Living Hope]

Aventine stirred. She wiped her face and pushed her hair back into place. 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 minute ago, Spark of Hope said:

Aventine stirred. She wiped her face and pushed her hair back into place. 

Lerac was gone without a trace.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

4 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"I guess not. It makes even less sense now than it felt like it did during the dream."

“Do you… so it was real?”

[Through the Living Hope]

2 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

Lerac was gone without a trace.

She assumed that he had gone back to Death. 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

3 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

“Do you… so it was real?”

"That dream? I think so... Did you maybe see me glowing at any point while I was asleep?"

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

3 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"That dream? I think so... Did you maybe see me glowing at any point while I was asleep?"

“Yeah. You were gold.”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

2 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

“Yeah. You were gold.”

TAAron nodded. "Then it really did happen." He looked distressed. "I'm worried that there might be consequences I don't know about to getting all of this energy."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

16 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

TAAron nodded. "Then it really did happen." He looked distressed. "I'm worried that there might be consequences I don't know about to getting all of this energy."

“It’ll be okay. We’ll work through it together.”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Lerac died, more or less. Though for him, that meant something different than was typical. He appeared in Death's throne room, before the god himself at a kneel, the cold still filling him, nearly unbearable. He remembered feeling this at first. With time, he would get used to it again. The room was cavernous and made of of dark stone and trimmed with that same burnt-seeming metal that made the hilt of Lerac's dagger. Massive double doors stood at one end, and a fairly modest throne at the other, both made of the same materials. There were also neat stacks of papers around the floor, and sheets of writing fluttered in and out of the room through a gap in the ceiling that let in the pale light of Death's domain, assisted by gray flames in braziers that gave the room a desaturated appearance. He looked up, meeting his master's gaze. Today, it was displeased.

"You disobeyed me, Lerac." Death's eyes held twin flames, and his angular features formed a scowl. His voice sounded weary, but it reverberated with a powerful force in the chamber. "You know very well that you should not have healed the woman with the scar on her neck. I do not make a habit of meddling with other gods. You also healed knowing full well that doing so could harm you. I cannot give you leave if you go risking yourself on petty things. There is much at stake."

Lerac held his gaze, and just nodded solemnly. He wasn't particularly afraid of Death. He knew the god would not punish easily, nor would he stay angry. Despite immense power, he was reasonable and followed strict restraints on how he used it, without any indication that doing so felt like a hinderance. Lerac did know that Death was right in his admonitions, and he internally reprimanded himself for his choices, though he knew that he would still do the same again. After a moment, he spoke up.

"Aventine wants to speak to her son Lukas, who recently died." He did not need to specify. Death was not ignorant of people, especially those that Lerac knew and spent time with.

Death sighed. "You know that that can hurt more that it helps."

"I think that it can provide closure, master." Lerac met his burning eyes with determination. "Aventine is a friend. She has lost a lot, recently. I would like you to do this for her. She won't try to overstep, and I think she can handle it. It was a recent loss, anyway, which could make it easier."

"Or, if she has not fully accepted the loss, it could make it worse."

Lerac stared Death down. He figured it was a toss of a coin as to whether Death would accept. The god was not inconsistent, but he had his own way of making decisions that took into account more than Lerac could comprehend. There was nothing more he could say that would have any meaningful effect. That last exchange probably hadn't either. He hoped, though, that he was right about the situation.

"You waste my time on frivolity, avatar. But very well. I assume you want to do it?"

Lerac exhaled, letting his eyes drop, and releasing a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He didn't need to breathe in this state, but it usually felt too odd and uncomfortable not to. He may not have been afraid of Death, but it was still uncomfortable and tense facing him like that. He nodded.  "Thank you."

There was a tugging sensation, and Lerac appeared back in the Clinic library as through from shadows. He wore a grey cloak now, and his whole body left an afterimage with his movement just as his dagger had, both indicators of his leave being at an end.

@Spark of Hope

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Sorry this took so long.

33 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

“It’ll be okay. We’ll work through it together.”

TAAron thought a moment longer. "The connection between us, though..." He shook his head. "Never mind. It's fine."

[Through the Living Hope]

47 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

Lerac died, more or less. Though for him, that meant something different than was typical. He appeared in Death's throne room, before the god himself at a kneel, the cold still filling him, nearly unbearable. He remembered feeling this at first. With time, he would get used to it again. The room was cavernous and made of of dark stone and trimmed with that same burnt-seeming metal that made the hilt of Lerac's dagger. Massive double doors stood at one end, and a fairly modest throne at the other, both made of the same materials. There were also neat stacks of papers around the floor, and sheets of writing fluttered in and out of the room through a gap in the ceiling that let in the pale light of Death's domain, assisted by gray flames in braziers that gave the room a desaturated appearance. He looked up, meeting his master's gaze. Today, it was displeased.

"You disobeyed me, Lerac." Death's eyes held twin flames, and his angular features formed a scowl. His voice sounded weary, but it reverberated with a powerful force in the chamber. "You know very well that you should not have healed the woman with the scar on her neck. I do not make a habit of meddling with other gods. You also healed knowing full well that doing so could harm you. I cannot give you leave if you go risking yourself on petty things. There is much at stake."

Lerac held his gaze, and just nodded solemnly. He wasn't particularly afraid of Death. He knew the god would not punish easily, nor would he stay angry. Despite immense power, he was reasonable and followed strict restraints on how he used it, without any indication that doing so felt like a hinderance. Lerac did know that Death was right in his admonitions, and he internally reprimanded himself for his choices, though he knew that he would still do the same again. After a moment, he spoke up.

"Aventine wants to speak to her son Lukas, who recently died." He did not need to specify. Death was not ignorant of people, especially those that Lerac knew and spent time with.

Death sighed. "You know that that can hurt more that it helps."

"I think that it can provide closure, master." Lerac met his burning eyes with determination. "Aventine is a friend. She has lost a lot, recently. I would like you to do this for her. She won't try to overstep, and I think she can handle it. It was a recent loss, anyway, which could make it easier."

"Or, if she has not fully accepted the loss, it could make it worse."

Lerac stared Death down. He figured it was a toss of a coin as to whether Death would accept. The god was not inconsistent, but he had his own way of making decisions that took into account more than Lerac could comprehend. There was nothing more he could say that would have any meaningful effect. That last exchange probably hadn't either. He hoped, though, that he was right about the situation.

"You waste my time on frivolity, avatar. But very well. I assume you want to do it?"

Lerac exhaled, letting his eyes drop, and releasing a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He didn't need to breathe in this state, but it usually felt too odd and uncomfortable not to. He may not have been afraid of Death, but it was still uncomfortable and tense facing him like that. He nodded.  "Thank you."

There was a tugging sensation, and Lerac appeared back in the Clinic library as through from shadows. He wore a grey cloak now, and his whole body left an afterimage with his movement just as his dagger had, both indicators of his leave being at an end.

@Spark of Hope

TAAron thought a moment longer. "The connection between us, though..." He shook his head. "Never mind. It's fine."

Still half asleep, she didn’t fully comprehend what she saw at first.

@Ancient Elantrian

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She’s going to talk to Lukas again one more time. Not ready yet, but pinging you so you can be on call

 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

3 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

Still half asleep, she didn’t fully comprehend what she saw at first.

@Ancient Elantrian

Lerac lowered his hood to make his face clearly visible. "Aventine?"

[Aeoryi she/her]

A stranger wearing a lanyard and an oversized shirt walked up to the front doors of the clinic. In a rhythmic pattern, she knocked on the door. The sounds could be heard all throughout the clinic.

"Is anyone there?"

[Just_a_Fan he/him]

Mead Bush pulls a phone out of his coat.

"Hello, this is Mead speaking."

He dons a foul expression. 

"sorry, I'm a bit busy right now, I'll have to call you back later." [click]

He puts the phone away, finishes a bottle of hot sauce, then opens another, slightly hotter bottle. 

Hearing the knocking, he decides to answer it.

"Good evening, m'am. How may I help you?"

Edited October 11, 2024 by Just_a_Fan

[Through the Living Hope]

12 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

Lerac lowered his hood to make his face clearly visible. "Aventine?"

“Oh, hi.” She smiled and rubbed her eyes, seeming less tired now. 

Just now, Aeoryi said:

A stranger wearing a lanyard and an oversized shirt walked up to the front doors of the clinic. In a rhythmic pattern, she knocked on the door. The sounds could be heard all throughout the clinic.

"Is anyone there?"

The door opened to a tan man with slicked back hair. “Hello. Welcome to the Insanity Clinic for the Moderately Branfandonitis Afflicted and Other Maladies.”