Insanity Clinic: Season Two

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

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

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.”

The newcomer waved, but said nothing more, gesturing for the door opener to continue.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 minute ago, Spark of Hope said:

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

"I'm... back to work. And I talked to Death."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 hour 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."

“You can break it if you think it’ll help.”

The thought saddened her. She liked the connection. 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

4 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

“You can break it if you think it’ll help.”

The thought saddened her. She liked the connection. 

"I don't want to, either. I'm just worried. I can leave it."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

3 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"I don't want to, either. I'm just worried. I can leave it."

“I’d like that.” 

[Through the Living Hope]

24 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

The newcomer waved, but said nothing more, gesturing for the door opener to continue.

“Can I… help you with something?”

23 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"I'm... back to work. And I talked to Death."

She leaned forward. “What did he say?”

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

“Can I… help you with something?”

She leaned forward. “What did he say?”

"Insanity Clinic for the Moderately Branfandonitis Afflicted and Other Maladies." She repeated. "What?"

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

6 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

“I’d like that.” 

"Okay." He smiled uncertainly.

1 minute ago, Spark of Hope said:

“Can I… help you with something?”

She leaned forward. “What did he say?”

"He agreed."

[Through the Living Hope]

4 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

"Insanity Clinic for the Moderately Branfandonitis Afflicted and Other Maladies." She repeated. "What?"

“What do you mean, what?”

2 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"Okay." He smiled uncertainly.

"He agreed."

She breathed out. “Okay.”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

2 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

“What do you mean, what?”

She breathed out. “Okay.”

"Are you sure you want to do it?" he asked concernedly.

[Aeoryi she/her]

4 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

“What do you mean, what?”

She breathed out. “Okay.”

"I'm Nettle," said she, "And you are?"

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"Are you sure you want to do it?" he asked concernedly.

“Yes. I’m sure. … Thank you.”

Just now, Aeoryi said:

"I'm Nettle," said she, "And you are?"

“Trevor.”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

4 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

“Yes. I’m sure. … Thank you.”

“Trevor.”

"Yeah, of course. You want to do it now, then?"

[Aeoryi she/her]

4 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

“Yes. I’m sure. … Thank you.”

“Trevor.”

"What's your..." Nettle struggled not to say what she actually wanted to use, "Connection to the Clinic thing?"

[Just_a_Fan he/him]

20 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

"What's your..." Nettle struggled not to say what she actually wanted to use, "Connection to the Clinic thing?"

"eh? oh, sorry if i'm interrupting something, but you seem new around here, is there anything we can help you with, M'am?" 

[Through the Living Hope]

46 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"Yeah, of course. You want to do it now, then?"

“Yeah. Yeah, let’s do it.”

45 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

"What's your..." Nettle struggled not to say what she actually wanted to use, "Connection to the Clinic thing?"

“I’m the doorman.”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 minute ago, Spark of Hope said:

“Yeah. Yeah, let’s do it.”

“I’m the doorman.”

A bluish light appeared in Lerac's hand. He cast it in front of him, and Lukas appeared, forming out of the same light. 

@Ancient Elantrian

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Lukas is aware of what's going on, so he won't be surprised

 

[Aeoryi she/her]

1 hour ago, Just_a_Fan said:

"eh? oh, sorry if i'm interrupting something, but you seem new around here, is there anything we can help you with, M'am?" 

Nettle rolled her eyes. "Sir, what do you need help with?" Her tone implies mockery.

55 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

“Yeah. Yeah, let’s do it.”

“I’m the doorman.”

"Okay. Good for you." As much as she hated to trod upon other people's dreams, she didn't have the capacity to hold back her sarcasm which seethed from her voice.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

4 hours ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"Okay." He smiled uncertainly.

"He agreed."

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We should move them into the main plot line going on

 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 minute ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

 

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That's a good idea.

"Want to go see what's going on with the others?"

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

2 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"Want to go see what's going on with the others?"

She nodded. “If you’re feeling all right.”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

4 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

She nodded. “If you’re feeling all right.”

"I think I am. I like it here, though. I kind of wish we could just stay like this."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

3 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"I think I am. I like it here, though. I kind of wish we could just stay like this."

“Me too.” 

She meant it. There was no pressure when she was with him— it was just… easy. She didn’t have to try and compensate for what she couldn’t do or be or act like… and that felt good. 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 minute ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

“Me too.” 

She meant it. There was no pressure when she was with him— it was just… easy. She didn’t have to try and compensate for what she couldn’t do or be or act like… and that felt good. 

He tried to let go of the strange dread for now. Everything's okay right now. It's perfect. He smiled warmly at her and kissed her on the cheek before reluctantly pulling away and standing up.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

26 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

He tried to let go of the strange dread for now. Everything's okay right now. It's perfect. He smiled warmly at her and kissed her on the cheek before reluctantly pulling away and standing up.

She smiled back and stood to follow him.