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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Apr 20, 2017 15:53:10 GMT -6
The morning hustle of the marketplace made it rather difficult to be heard, so Killian (for once), didn't bother to speak. He didn't really need to by that point anyway. Gulliver, the half-fish healer, had already been filled in. As the pair moved onto one of the side roads, the noise of the bustle died down. Soon, the familiar hanging sign came into view. The King's Things Trading Company, it read. Above the sign was an arch, stretching from the shop's second floor to the second floor of the building across the street. It was towards this second building that Killian walked: his and Helen's shared home, connected to the shop via the arch.
As Gulliver and Killian neared the door, a pair of rather loud, irritated voices could be heard inside. As the pegasus was turning the handle to the door, he paused to look over his shoulder at Gulliver. "They've probably been doing this for the whole time."
In swung the door, revealing the lavishly decorated (by Onean standards) living room. And plopped in the middle of it, with the tables pushed aside, and red rug underneath, lay Faust. Helen looked up from where she was trying to take the old man's glass of water.
"That thing right there is your patient," Killian deadpanned, looking from Gulliver to Faust.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2017 16:26:44 GMT -6
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The small winged lad before him led him expertly through the crowds, showing the way to his home. Gulliver played the details of the case over in his mind, his red gaze glancing back to his saddle bags to re-double check that he had packed everything he needed for the call. A thrown out back. It sounded awfully similar to when Gulliver himself had done the same to his hips. Just the thought of it caused his step to falter, a hind hoof dragging as his hips bogged down only for a brief moment. He picked it up in the next step, hopping as his bones slid back into working order. Damn things.
His attention turned to the large hanging sign, his head tipping back ever so slightly as he gave it a read. He gave a disinterred shake of his head and furrowed his brow at the sound of quarreling behind the large wooden door.
"They've probably been doing this for the whole time."
Gulliver grunted in response, following the small stallion into the living room. He paid no mind to how it was decorated or to the mare who stood before him, only looking toward the old stallion on the floor. Sliding his saddle bags to the ground with a light thump, Gulliver swished his tail as he took a step forward.
"Now, how did this happen?" He asked, his voice rough as he cocked a back hoof and tipped his head down, waiting for an answer. He had already heard the run-down from Killian himself, but he always liked to hear it from the patient themselves if he could. |
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Apr 20, 2017 19:00:03 GMT -6
FAUST the Last of the Bone Snatchers 
WARNING: Foul Language & Poor Grammar Below
Faust coughed up the water Helen had given him, disgusted.
"I asked for ale not this tasteless crap!"
He slammed the cup on the wooden coffee table next to him with an angry grunt to make it clear to the old mare he would not be drinking the rest of it.
It was truly a shameful scene to see such a large stallion sprawled out on the floor, completely immobilized, especially if you knew exactly who the Stallion was. Faust was a legendary warrior who took on countless enemies and had always seemed to endure the impossible, but it would seem that even Faust couldn't fight against the laws of nature that tell our bodies to age. Though, that isn't to say he'd ever stop trying. It's been that stubborn way thinking that's kept him alive this long and, more relevantly, caused the situation he found himself in now- trapped in a stubby merchant's house with a thrown out back whilst previously mentioned merchant's mother seemed to be going out of her way to make him even more miserable.
He and Helen stared daggers through each other across the room over the cup of water Faust had just rejected. Neither was at all thrilled that he was currently living on her living room floor.
Then the front door opened and some relief came to Faust. If Killian were back he'd be more apt to give him the strong drink he so desperately needed. He called to him from his place on the red carpet and strained to turn his neck towards the front of the house.
"OI! Killian, that you? I think your Ma's grown deaf! Go get me a drink. I know you have some stored away somewhere..."
Faust fell silent when he saw the second, larger figure step though the doorway. He watched the hippocampus suspiciously as he followed Killian through the house and over to where he lay. It wasn't until the stranger placed his bags next to him and asked his question did it sink in who, or rather what, he was. A medic.
'Oh fuck this'
Faust hated medics based on his opinion that the weak should be allowed to die and that the strong usually had a way of healing themselves. Faust was strong, he would heal, he just needed time. Furthermore, the less who knew about this embarrassing incident, the better.
"This is none of you goddamned concern Medic." Faust answered the stallion's inquiry rather rudely but he'd rather die than admit that he, a once acclaimed raider, threw out his back while giving a test swing to an antique war hammer he found among the many treasures of The King's Things Trading Company. "I'm FINE. Killian, tell him I'm FINE."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2017 9:25:40 GMT -6
2 | 222Gulliver waited patiently for a response, his dark gaze focused on the old stallion before him. He was hoping this would be a quick fix and be out, but it seemed as though fate had.. other plans. His ears flattened as the grey stallion spat a reply, heavy emphasis on his rank. His eyes narrowed to mere slits as he tried to convince the lot that he was just fine.
So he was one of those...
It was typical for the medic to run across Raiders and stallions like this within the War Forged. They believed that medicine was unnecessary and their bodies could heal based on pure rage and will alone. He had heard it all before. He used to be the same.
He silently turned to snoop through his bags, setting aside a few herbs and supplies.
"Well, if you are just as fine as you claim to be, perhaps you'd like to get up and get your damn ale yourself." He suddenly spat, shaking his mane with a heavy sigh.
"But considering your position, sprawled across the floor like a helpless little colt, i suggest it would be in all of our best interests if you answer my question instead."
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Apr 21, 2017 10:37:59 GMT -6
Feeling that the responsibility had now been passed to Gulliver, Killian made his way around the mountain of a stallion occupying his floor, towards the doorway to the kitchen. As he searched for a towel amongst the mess of dirty cutlery and mess, he heard Faust's indignant call from the den. It was muffled slightly by the wall and distance, but the little merchant could make out the words.
"Nooooooooo you're not," Killian chimed in a falsely chipper voice, pausing from his search. Gulliver and Faust sounded like they were getting well aquainted by the the time Killian pulled out a rag. Just as he was passing the doorway again to head back, Killian paused. Taking 2 steps back, he grabbed a bottle of ale from the small space behind the wood stove, against his own better judgment (and Helen's guaranteed scorn later).
Killian reentered just as Gulliver persisted with questioning the old brute. "If you don't tell him, I'll have to," Killian threatened, strategically placing the ale behind one of Faust's gargantuan limbs in an attempt to hide it from his mother. "And I won't lie if I tell the story. At least if you tell it you can make it sound less pathetic."
In all honesty, if Killian had heard the story second hand, he'd probably think it was hilarious. But when he now had a shattered, 300 year old Breim clock to clean in his shop, it became substantially less funny. There was also the fact that Helen and Killian then had to deal with Faust taking up residence in their house for the rest of the night. Damn, if he'd thought Faust was a pain in the ass in passing, Killian now knew it was just a drop in the bucket compared to living with him. So despite Faust's insistence that he was fine and just needed time, Helen (and the part of Killian that didn't pity the old raider) decided that one night with the 'Bone Snatcher' (more like sleep snatcher) was quite enough.
Gulliver's policy was pretty much giving no shits about his patients backgrounds. The hippocampus was the obvious choice in a medic for Faust. Especially since Faust had threatened Nimerah's life the last time they'd run into each other... Anna, her mentor, probably wouldn't be to keen on treating him.
As Killian watched to two larger stallions with a mischievous interest, he began helping his mother clean the spill from the cup as she carried the cup away. "He's your problem now," she whispered as she passed. But Killian knew that even if she wasn't around, his mom would be listening from somewhere in the house...
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Apr 26, 2017 22:32:52 GMT -6
FAUST the Last of the Bone Snatchers WARNING: Foul Language & Poor Grammar Below
The old man ground his back teeth at the way the two younger horses were treating him. Not one ounce of respect from either of them. If Faust said he was fine, he was fine, end of story. There was absolutely no need for this brazen medic to be here. Who did this washed up fish think he was anyway? Liking him to a Colt?
Faust's eyes darkened considerably as he met the red gaze of the stallion who had yet to give his name. "You better watch your tongue, boy. I was leading armies while you were probably still sucking on your mothers teat." The words came out of him in a low threatening hiss. "I'll get over a fuhck'n thrown out back. You're not needed here. If my bowels are ever ripped out of me again than maybe we'll talk."
The unicorn's gaze then turned to the little pegasus who was now cleaning up the spilled water on the coffee table. "And you, I shouldn't have to tell anybody you miniature shit. I never asked for a damn medic." Faust grumbled as he reached for the drink Killian had placed by his leg earlier.
Once he grabbed it, he looked for Helen, hoping he'd be able to drink it in front of her but she had already gone into the next room. He frowned and turned back to the two fussing over him and downed the drink in one go. He put the bottle on the table where Killian had just been cleaning and slowly started to lift his weight to his knees in an effort to stand. With sheer determination and a little numbness from the alcohol, Faust clumsily made it to his feet. Now that he was fully upright the two other horses could fully appreciate massive size of the horse they've just been talking down to. The mountain towered over the both of them and it pleased him greatly. "HA! See! I told you I'm FINE!" Faust barked triumphantly, "I'll leave you now since it's clear I'm no longer welcomed, even though it was your shitty off-balanced war hammer that caused all this."
With that Faust turned toward the door, took one step and...
BAM!!
Near instantly all the muscles in his back contracted at once, causing him to reunite with the floor. "FUHCK KAIA!"
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2017 20:35:48 GMT -6
3 | 413The stallion glanced back as the small winged merchant reentered the room, arching a brow as he slipped the grumpy old man a drink. He rolled his eyes and grumbled to himself, because yes, giving him alcohol will definitely help. His ears pricked as the merchant spoke of telling him the story himself- causing Gulliver to raise his dark red gaze. A small smirk played across his features- that meant this story was embarrassing, at least for the Raider.
A look of pure disinterest crossed the medic's features as the grumpy grey attempted to spit insults in his direction. He chuckled lightly, pausing as he rested a back leg and looked down upon the fellow. "And look at where that got you. You arent leading armies any time soon." He commented with an amused tone.
He took a step back as the lug of a stallion suddenly got it in himself to try to stand. He pulled his supplies with him with a swipe of his feathered hoof, not wanting the beast to step on them, which he was sure would have been anything but an accident. His ears flicked back as the unicorn once again claimed his was fine, rattling off that big mouth again.
Oh, but you havent tried to walk yet. Gulliver though to himself, his eyes narrowing as he simply waited. He had seen this time and time again. Oh sure- they were fine- until they tried to move.
He turned to the door.
Wait for it.
He lifted a hoof.
Aaaand, bam.
Gulliver scooped up his supplies just as the unicorn hit the ground. He swore he could feel the floor tremble under his own steps after such a hard fall. He chuckled to himself at the loud curse that left the unicorn's lips. He stopped beside him, placing his things back on the floor beside him.
"A war hammer, huh? Something tells me it wasnt off balance, it was just too heavy for you." He said, giving Killian a glance before turning back to his patient. "I can give you some herbs for the pain and i would strongly suggest taking it easy for a while." He continued, circled around the heap of a stallion before stopping with his lips pressed together. A moment or two of silence passed before he nodded his head- as if giving himself his own approval.
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Jun 16, 2017 8:31:38 GMT -6
Killian just rolled his eyes as Faust barked at Gulliver. Killian had learned by this point that arguing with Faust was a pointless endeavor. So when Faust turned to accuse the merchant, Killian pressed his mouth into a thin line. I mean, it wasn't the first time Faust had pulled the miniature shit card, and certainly wouldn't be the last. Killian found that the sting was lessening (he'd heard it quite a lot after all). He ruffled his feathers in irritation as Faust slammed down the bottle right where he'd be cleaning. What an asshole.
The old wooden floor creaked under the rug as the Mountain lifted itself to his hooves... only to crash back to the earth. Killian jumped in shock, feathers poofed in all directions. "Fuckin' Kaia is right!" Killian snapped, whipping around. "What are you trying to do, put a hole in my floor, you fat ass?!"
Gulliver gave Killian a knowing look as he brought up the warhammer again, to which Killian just nodded and shrugged, frustrated enough with Faust to throw him right under the bus.
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