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Priest's Progress [Vault]

In a corner of one of the Vault's training rooms, Rezo is standing very still, holding a shakujo-style staff in front of him. At the same time he can be heard chanting in a foreign tongue, and as he chants, air begins to swirl around the tip of his staff, rattling the metal chimes together. The currents grow faster and stronger, whipping his hair and the ends of his coat around dramatically, and then-

"{Diem Wing.}"

-Rezo stomps the end of his staff against the ground and the wind whooshes outward in a circle away from him, knocking over several targets in the process. The closer they are, the more likely it is they've been sent flying.

Of course, any coolness is then undermined by Rezo having to shuffle around and right the targets up again...

Dewey Decimal-less [Vault]

It's been long enough since he was rescued that Rezo has gotten more comfortable with reading Imperial, such that he's started to read more for specific subjects than he is for the sake of reading practice.

That said, he's still learning to navigate the Vault library and his reading isn't exactly fluent yet. After another shelf proves to be of no use to him, Rezo exhales; then perks up when he hears someone approaching.

"Excuse me. I'm trying to find books on a particular subject...?" Hopefully you're someone who normally helps out at the Vault library. Or that you're a generally helpful sort.

Spirit Surgery [Locked to Ziel]

Rezo's fairly sure that Ziel doesn't believe that Rezo can help him. Or maybe it's Rezo who has his own doubts. Still, Rezo does have a little background in soul research- in manipulating astral bodies beyond just exploding them- so he seems to be the best shot Ziel has at treating such an unusual injury.

Settling on a time to meet in between the preparations for the Corsairs' latest mission was simple enough even if nothing else is likely to be, and when the time comes by Rezo is sitting quietly in his room awaiting a knock at the door. When he hears it, he answers it promptly.

"Ah, Ziel? Please, take a seat."

Rezo flips on the overhead light and stands aside so Ziel can enter. The Vault dormitories aren't exactly the most reputable of spaces for a doctor's office, but Rezo's doing his best with the space he has. His room is neat and tidy, with most personal effects tucked away, and he's found a spare chair and a set of medical tools that he's set on a side table.

As soon as Ziel's inside and the door is shut, Rezo asks "How have you been feeling?"

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From:

achelord

Ziel had stood out in the hallway for a minute, trying to decide if this was worth his time. Over the last few years he’d hunted down dozens of so called specialists or miracle cures. None of them had helped, and he wasn’t sure why this strange, very polite, blind priest would be any different.

But if he just left and took another nap, he’d always wonder. It was that last spark of hope that never quite went out, no matter how much he wished it would.

Eventually, Ziel knocked on the door and was invited in. He took a seat and adopted his usual slouch while looking around disinterestedly.

“Eh. I’ll live.” He said, with a shrug. “Or I won’t. One of those.”

He didn’t say, “do you actually think this will work?” But the question was occupying a lot of his brain.

From:

redprayer

Rezo takes a seat on the one other chair in the room, folding in on himself slightly to compensate for the relatively small amount of space in the room. It's not a closet by most means, but with two tall men in here, one of whom is built like a solid wall of beef, it's a little cramped.

Ziel's answer is a little noncommittal, so Rezo decides to be a bit more specific. "Have there been any noticeable changes in your condition since we last spoke?" Rezo asks.

Edited Date: 2024-08-07 07:49 am (UTC)

From:

achelord

A sigh. “No, it hasn’t changed. It’s frustratingly stable.”

Which was the crux of the problem. Ziel’s life had felt in stasis since that day. No forward or backward progress.

From:

redprayer

Rezo, meanwhile... Well, he has the tact not to actually say 'Oh, good,' but he does think it simplifies matters for him.

"What about your meditation? How is that going?"

From:

achelord

He used to have a dedicated cycling chamber, lined with magical materials that all resonated with the very concepts of force and motion. Now…

“I found a place where people won’t trip over me while I’m doing it. That’s progress.”

From:

redprayer

Rezo chuckles. "I'm glad to hear it," he says. It probably is better that Ziel is getting tripped over less. Fewer injuries all around that way.

"Now, there are a few things I'd like to go over before we begin. Magic that directly affects the spirit is an underdeveloped area of research in my world. I happen to have more knowledge on the matter than most, but any treatment I can give you will be experimental."

They've already more or less covered this, but Rezo figures he'd better make it clear and confirm matters before he indulges in irresponsible magics.

In a calm, cool voice, Rezo continues. "If anything goes wrong, there is a possibility that I could worsen your condition. I could also damage your mind, and perhaps even kill you. Knowing this, will you still allow me to proceed?"

From:

achelord

“I don’t think it’s particularly well understood here either…”

But he actually did pause at that. He might end today a vegetable, or with the pain even worse than it is already. Does he want to risk what little he has left?

…This isn’t a life. Wandering from place to place, forever chasing after rumors, with the pain constantly hovering over him. Every second of every day, it sat there, in the back of his mind. Like he was full of broken glass. One wrong action and it would start tearing into him again, but even if he stood perfectly still it still hurt.

“…I’ve got nothing to lose at this point. Nothing worth anything, anyway.”

Edited Date: 2024-08-07 02:00 pm (UTC)

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