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 Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 6:17 pm
Plague Doctor Meeting
Why?
A planned meeting and a new season of relative calm for everyone.
Whom?
Blaithe & Jin-Ho Kyon (NeonMace)
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Georgie Malt (Zanaroo)
Where?
In Imisus, at the Kyon household. Near Ald and Pont, by the coastline.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 12:18 am
The last time Georgie had been in Imisus, he was deathly ill-- it was a year ago, and he could hardly leave his bed. He had three others with him at the time, though, and a place to stay, and a perogative. He was now depraved of all three things, as though he'd sacrificed it all for better health and a chance, somehow, at being useful.
As a result he'd visited a fair amount of Plagues in the past year, though many of the meetings were awkward and somewhat scripted. The blame was partly on the journal he still clung to that was hugged between glass potions and other marvels within his satchel. The other reason was that he was rarely accustomed to actually calling himself anything similar to a Plagueologist, now, even though he'd lived a full twenty years on this earth, half of which was dedicated to the study.
And he felt more naive all the same when he put on freshly black robes, and a thick scarf, and gloves, which felt a bit redundant, as if he were echoing the Doctor but was depraved of any sense of mystery. He refused to wear a mask, and his voice wasn't at all whispery, and he still looked only half his age (with a few years tacked on).
Which was why, of course, he was not at all surprised by the rising heat in his cheeks as he marched solemnly towards his next Grimm and Plague.
He was in an unguarded part of Imisus now, somewhere between the cities of Ald and Pont. Hills were still rolling, here, but the smog from the two gated cities were enough to send it billowing to surrounding areas. It was late October, which made things grayer and mistier in the east, as if it were preparing itself for the oncoming winter.
The place had a scattering of houses, separated by a few minutes' distance each, though the ones farther away were harder to see due to the thin layer of mist. Georgie's back slumped-- he knew of the countryside, surely, but he'd never done much fieldwork pertaining to locations.
Still, there was his journal. Adal had left a smattering of his own notes inside of Georgie's journal, which he fished out then and stared at the pages blankly. He'd taken the liberties of organizing the ones of Imisus near the front for the occasion.
"Lost," Georgie muttered.
He managed to walk to a cozy place but a minute or two ahead of him which, as he'd guessed, as a simple house. There was a field right in front of it with unplowed dirt and untilled vegetables-- upon taking a closer look at the door, there was a fading trace of red paint lining the wood. The mark of Plague.
Despite his best judgments, Georgie was almost hopeful that this was it-- he knocked on the door.
It took a while, but a gristled old man opened up the door, scrawny eyes starting unamused at Georgie.
"What is it?"
"Ah..." Georgie shoved the journal back into his satchel, clumsily. "Might this be where Mister Jin-ho Kyon lives?"
"No," the old man spat, "What idiot would assume a painted house holds any living being, anyhow? Who might you be?"
"I was right, wasn't I?" Georgie scratched the back of his head, "I'm, ah... Georgie Malt. A Plagueologist. If he isn't here, might you know where Jin-ho Kyon is, sir?"
The old man studied him for a bit, which caused Georgie's posture to stiffen. He held his breath.
"The Yiruians live a quarter mile away from here," the reply was gentler than Georgie expeceted, which was a pleasant surprise. "Go south and it'll be the first place you see."
"Just south of here! Blessed fortune," Georgie whispered, smiling a bit, "Thank you, sir."
"It would do you good to be more careful in the future, boy. Don't be so kind to the ill."
"You aren't ill, sir. I'd know," Georgie bowed his head, "But if you are, I'll be sure to visit again with my brother. He can help."
The boy turned around and left, southward bound, and the old man stood there, scoffing. He closed the door shortly after.
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Georgie arrived ten minutes later to the correct house, he hoped, though he looked back to see if the old man had followed him. He felt a certain pity for the man, and hoped he would, but he was nowhere in sight. Such was life for lonely folk, he supposed.
The house itself was as simple was the ones Georgie passed before it, though he approached it with more confidence this time-- he was able to practice that much within ten minutes. He knocked on the wooden door and waited promptly, journal neatly in hand, smiling.
Though, Georgie thought, was it strange to be smiling when one was a Plagueologist? He frowned instead and assumed a more sullen stance. That seemed more fitting.
"Jin-ho Kyon," Georgie whispered, "Come to think of it, it's a familiar name..."
He waited, clearly bothered.
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 3:18 pm
While it wasn’t the clearest of days, the Kyons and their expected guests were blessed with a rolling calm. The hills were covered in a light fog and the skies spotted with clouds, threatening to precipitate ever so little as they hung low in the atmosphere. Laundry had been put off for the same reason, much to the dismay of the lady of the household. However, her rickety old bones took thanks in that much less work as she relaxed in her chair by the fire. Her husband had left for the evening, leaving the old woman alone with her son and his little friends. It was nice; so nice, the knock at the door startled her as it sounded throughout the small house. She had forgotten all about the company.
With the slightest amount of hindrance, Min Dai pushed herself up and out of her chair and hobbled toward the door, greeted by another quick set of knocking. ”Hello,” she said, her voice soft and sweet as she answered, a rather large smile on her face. She didn’t appear to be too old, at most in her early fifties, but her demeanor suggested otherwise. Her back was hunched and hands shaky, but her smile seemed just as young as Georgie himself. ”You must be the young Mister Malt! You’re here for Jin-Ho, aren’t you?”
Without another word, Min Dai opened the door wider to allow Georgie in, gently closing the door behind him. The house was warm and the scent of freshly made stew surrounded them both as the woman led the boy further down a narrow hall towards Jin-Ho’s room. ”It has been quite a while since anyone has come to visit him, so I think he will enjoy your company!” she exclaimed, that smile never seeming to fade. There was no denying a mother’s love for her child, and those feelings radiated from her small form in every way imaginable.
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Jin-Ho had been expecting Malt, though most of the morning he had poured all of his attention into his own practices; meditating and forcing himself to attempt writing. Sure, they were becoming easier and easier as time would go on, but even still it was difficult. Meditation was the easy part, but never once would he have ever thought that he would be taught to use his left hand after so many years.
In the meantime, Blaithe and Hero made themselves comfortable on their Grimm’s bed, playing what hand games the brush could recall from her days with Sloane’s bobble friends. Hero was still considerably larger than herself, but as the only friend close to her size, what other choices did she have? Maybe soon Jin-Ho would let them loose in the house to play. She missed the large hallways of the Northern Base and in Anica, but at least here it was warmer throughout the house rather than icy cold. It must have been really hard to warm up those castles, now that she thought about it.
Once a gentle rap came from the door, Blaithe and Hero looked up in surprise while Jin-Ho remained glued to his work. ”Come in,” he said, sounding bored and listless. The door creaked open, followed shortly by the elder lady and a young, familiar boy. ”Your friend is here, son.”
Tossing the paper aside, the man exhaled before standing. ”It’s been a while, Georgie,” Jin-Ho said, offering a courteous bow.
Blaithe’s confusion rose, unable to recall such a name. Both plagues watched as their ‘grandmother’ walked away, leaving their new company in the process. Her glance drifted back toward Hero; giving him a small shrug of the shoulders before turning back again. Georgie? He didn’t even look familiar, though somehow he made her think of Chauhn in a way. Now that was a face she hadn’t seen in a while, and thinking about that made her miss Clurie. It seemed as if everything reminded her of her friends lately.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 2:10 pm
Georgie followed behind the old woman like a stray duckling, stumbling behind her and observing every crevasse of their rickety but comfortable little home. His emotions and preparedness crashed down on him when they reached the entrance of Jin-ho's room, as he still didn't know who he was.
It was only upon seeing him that Georgie gasped remarkably, his eyes widening, "Ah! Mister Kyon!"
His memories quickly recalled from two years back, when he was still getting the grip of magic, and Georgie smiled enthusiastically at both him and at Blatihe, still bright and little. He only managed to stagger into the room once Min Dai had left, though the boy did little more than gawking and chuckling, reaching his right hand out to Jin-ho for a handshake.
"It has been, I really agree," Georgie beamed, "It's embarrassing how long it took for me to recognize your--"
He glanced over at Jin-ho's stump of a right arm, then to his outreached hand, which slumped reluctantly.
"...Ah." blushing, he scratched the back of his head, "I'm--"
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 10:08 am
My, how Georgie had grown.
Upon having a hand thrust his way, Jin-Ho merely stared at the outstretched appendage with an embarrassingly spiritless expression. He knew the boy meant no harm, nor was he aware that such a fate had been dealt, but it was such a common occurrence that it was borderline irritating. Holding back any raw feelings he harbored, Jin-Ho bowed in return, giving Georgie a weak smile. ”It’s quite alright,” he admitted, his left arm mindlessly reaching for the stub that took place of his right. ”It has... been a hefty couple of years.”
Silence permeated the room for a brief moment before the former scribe waved his hand toward the bed, along with the two miniature beings that rested upon it. ”Feel free to sit, Georgie. I can’t quite remember if you’ve met Blaithe; she was only a brush when we first met, ourselves. She met your hat at Troupe, but I think we all prefer not to think of that night.”
As if on cue, Hero stood first, using himself as leverage for Blaithe’s ascent. The two offered their bows before the cat scooped the small one into his arms, moving from the middle of the bed to one of the sides so that their visitor may sit. ”Hello…” Her voice was just as small and timid as herself, and for a brief moment she clung to Hero before offering her arms out; similar to the way a child wishing to be held would. Jin-Ho had let her know the importance of this meeting, and while she was no longer comfortable with strangers, she knew he was going to have to get a better look at some point or another. He didn’t seem mean, he was just a kid. At least, a kid compared to most of the humans she knew, anyway.
Jin-Ho’s eyes traveled with the bright speck, a newfound nervousness he had developed in recent months constantly grieving him with paranoia. He knew Georgie wouldn’t harm her, but a fatherly-like instinct had taken over. ”Other than the scratch from the Rose, she has been fine. I think the calm of the country has been healthy for her.”
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 3:41 pm
Georgie slid his hand over the surface of his own fussy bed of hair, as if trying to take off his hat out of invisible courtesy, only to realize he hadn't worn one today to begin with. He settled onto the edge of the bed and sat quietly in his own embarrassment, mouth zipped shut as he hazarded looking on at Jinho while he explained, vaguely, what happened since they saw each other last. The brunette let out a bitter sigh-- it had been time for everyone, it seemed, since they last saw Shyregoed.
He stared elsewhere at the mention of the Troupe, grimacing upon mention of Adal, whose actions Georgie eagerly forgot about throughout the years. It was only when Blaithe eked out a tiny "hello" that he regained his attentions to Jinho and his Phasmas.
"Hello," Georgie greeted, waving to both her and her friend, "Ah, of course-- onto business," He grinned warmly at the two while digging through his satchel for the few materials he needed for the examinations-- a small wooden box, six inches all around, his journal, and one glass vial, with pure Putesco.
”Other than the scratch from a rose, she has been fine. I think the calm of the country has been healthy for her.”
While Jinho spoke, Georgie opened the wooden box and laid it flat in front of the Phasmas to reveal what looked like a small chair, and next to it little compartments that small glass vials, some full of Putesco, others not. "Well... I'm glad to see that Blaithe is alright," Georgie noted, scooting a few inches to the side so the two Excitos had more space, "And that she has a friend to help her out... but I hadn't heard of any rose.
"But, if the scratch persisted, I should take a closer look," lastly, Georgie dug out a pair of tweezers and a bag of pebbles, "If you may, miss Blaithe, please sit at the stool, there."
He took out a few tiny pebbles and laid them on his palm, which he extended to Blaithe, "The procedure is very simple. I'm not trained enough to inspect you and know instantaneously what may be wrong and what makes you unique, so I need a little help. Take any pebble you'd like and I'd like you to paint it with some Putesco I've cured up, and it will ferment for a little while and tell me what you're like. Does that sound okay to the both of you?"
He looked over at Jinho, solemnly, "And, if it's okay with you, mister Jinho, I'd like you to tell me as much as you could about this rose, and when it happened, if I'm right in suspecting that you're calling a Plague that."
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 3:11 pm
While he had noticed the grimace, Jin-Ho let it slide for now, instead turning his attention to Blaithe and Hero once Georgie’s had. Between the tools the boy dug out and his two companion Plagues, the man’s eyes drifted lazily while he sat back in his own chair – partially to get himself out of the way and to not distract the boy while towering over him. His brows furrowed, somewhat relieved yet concerned at Georgie’s ignorance of Claudia and her keeper; maybe she was keeping herself off the grid, hidden. Just as quickly as it had been brought up, the subject changed again and he bit his tongue.
”As far as I have been aware, the mark hasn’t been a hindrance… She has not complained about it, at the very least.” Jin-Ho stated plainly, watching as Hero carefully lifted Blaithe up and onto the tiny chair, holding her hand for just a moment before backing away and sitting himself down a few inches back – what he figured was out of the way enough for Georgie to work.
Blaithe watched curiously, not so much looking at Georgie but at the pebbles in his hand and the bottle of Putesco he carried, practically fixated. She listened carefully, nodding along as he spoke until he offered what he held, taking the smallest one without a second thought. For a moment she almost had the wrong idea, the excitement of painting on something given to her taking over but she soon remembered the bottle; filled with a black, lively oil-like mixture. She waited patiently for it to be given as well, setting to work once it was offered.
Georgie’s expression took Jin-Ho by surprise, his own matching despite his stomach growing tense. He preferred not to think about that but given his position with the doctor and how important this meeting was, he would have to bite the bullet and explain. With a deep, hollow sigh, he started, ”It happened… well, a little over two years ago. I had put my trust in someone I should not have; I allowed the rose Plague’s Grimm into our walls and she snuck one of her own in – a Cultist.” Looking down, he brought his hand up to his face and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Letting out another sigh he looked back toward the bed, eyes resting on Blaithe’s bright form. ”I was ambushed; caught out on a stroll with Blaithe. She had hidden herself away when I fell and kept herself safe for the night but… I almost wasn’t so lucky. Felici—The rose’s Grimm found me the next morning, practically lifeless in a pool of my own blood and ran to fetch Sloane, leaving the rose alone with Blaithe…”
Blaithe’s demeanor visibly shifted, head bowing downward as she gave the pebble back to Georgie. Jin-Ho knew she was far less comfortable when discussing what had happened, having been forced to see that not everyone was so honest with others, hiding their true selves. She had no idea that others could be so cruel – she looked up to Claudia, she thought she had a friend in her but she even had threatened to kill her; something she had never confessed to Jin-Ho. Clearing her throat, she chimed in, ”She pinned me down after scratching my face… Broke my leg…”
Jin-Ho offered Blaithe a sympathetic look, brows knitting upward as the corner of his mouth tugged. He could feel his jaw quiver, moving his hand to hold his mouth and chin instead. ”When I had come to, I was in the infirmary, having just woke up from the removal of my arm. I almost didn’t make it, but… What’s important is that Blaithe was rescued.” With that he allowed his voice to trail off, resting his elbow against his knee with his chin still resting in his palm.
During this, Hero didn’t remove his attention from Georgie or Blaithe, watching the process intently. He had heard about the incident; frustrated that he wasn’t around in that time, otherwise he would have done everything in his power to protect Blaithe. This rose – Claudia – if they were to ever cross paths, he couldn’t imagine allowing her to go by unscathed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 3:13 am
Georgie thanked Blaithe for the pebble and carefully dropped it back into an empty glass bottle, similar to an elixir's in size, which he'd grabbed hastily from his bag while Jin-ho was speaking. The boy's expression sombered while he stared at the bottle, his hands lighting temporarily with a warm light that filled the room with a brief heat.
"I'm going to heat up the inside of the bottle a little to quicken the process," the light from his hands faded, "It will only take a few moments after that."
He set the bottle down nearby Blaithe and looked up at Jin-ho, as if guilty for having heard what he did. Georgie scratched nervously at his welted palm, as it frequently itched after he used magic.
"Mr. Kyon," Georgie stared at the man, while making an attempt to sit as straight and indignantly as he could, "I'm sorry you had to go through such a thing, I am... but if you are to know the name of the Grimm, or even the Plague, I must know. It's urgent that I meet them at some point and make right what they did to a fellow Grimm," he gripped his hands together, "Especially if it involved the Fellowship so closely, and they harmed you and miss Blaithe in such an awful way... I may be no true substitute for the Doctor during his absense, not yet, but there must be something Adal and I can do."
The bottle itself was quickly warping, as was curiously common amongst many Phasmas tests. The Putesco itself didn't seem to do anything eventful quiet yet, however, its goopy consistency pooling uneventfully away from the pebble and onto the base of the bottle, as would ink to a slick surface.
Georgie glanced worriedly at the bottle, now, and broke into a nervous smile, "That sort of thing is, in fact, why Adal wasn't able to come with me today. God forbid he come across her while searching by himself..."
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 2:54 pm
Eyes softening briefly with a strange sense of nostalgia, Jin-Ho watched Georgie’s hands carefully as he worked his magic. Meeting with Doctor Kempe was helping his mood but in the end it was up to him to begin practicing again; if he felt so inclined he could work his way back into an appreciated position but it would take time and effort – something he had in abundance here but for some reason he couldn’t get himself excited. In fact, he almost dreaded trying his hand at magic again.
As he was about to correct the boy, Jin-Ho looked away, brows furrowing. ”While the attack on myself wasn’t a direct attempt from the Grimm, moreso than her I am worried about that curse she carries…” Taking a deep breath he brought his hand to his face, rubbing his tired eyes. ”Felicity Wickes and Claudia. Their names,” he said, voice low. Rather than looking back at Georgie, eyes stinging slightly just for thinking about her, his eyes landed on Blaithe and the bottle set before her. She seemed transfixed, almost entertained by what was happening despite its lackluster performance. Finally looking up, his brows knit with misplaced worry as his hand idly ran across his jaw and chin. ”I can only hope, if you manage to come across the two of them, that Claudia is still merely a Caedos. I fear the damage she will one day be able to cause.”
Jin-Ho’s expression faltered, glancing away from the bed entirely to look out the window to anything that would catch his attention. ”Is there someone here in Imisus that Adal would rather not meet? I’m not sure I understand with little context, Georgie.”
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 3:27 am
The bottle itself stirred sluggishly around the pebble, curdling and forming bubbles that soon popped under the pressure of highly concentrated heat. At the bottom of the bottle was a layer of sediment that refused to rise like the rest of the liquid, though, and mostly formed itself around the Pebble, which was starting to jitter slightly from activity.
Georgie grimaced and nodded at Jinho, "You're saying the Excito is entirely to blame. I understand that I don't know entirely what happened to you and miss Blaithe, and I never will, but one thing I'll always be certain of is that 'an Excito's agency is a part of a Grimm's responsibility to maintain,'" he scratched the back of his head, "I-i mean, the Doctor told me that, but... I know it means that a Grimm has a responsibility to its Excito as its Guardian. Like a parent, and in the end, miss Felicity is going to be the one responsible for the brunt of her Plague's mistakes, and I'll have to make sure of that. I'm sorry, Mister Kyon."
The boy paused awkwardly in between to take the bottle and shake it a few times, so the rising sound from inside of it diminished a little, and set it back down. "Oh... well, Adal isn't in Imisus at all... he's in Auvinus, to track down Cultist Grimms for the Doctor," he looked up at Jinho, smiling nervously, "For Plagues like Claudia and the like. I'm fairly sure that was meant to be confidential," he twiddled his thumbs, "But I suppose it's okay if you and miss Blaithe know. And I hope you'll feel more okay knowing we're trying to do something about it."
The bubbling and crusting had stopped, along with the rising popping noise from within. After a few seconds, the pebble inside burst into a splendid white, which then splattered onto the bottle into various consistencies and shapes.
"Ah," Georgie stared at the bottle, now severely more nervous than at the start of the meeting, "It's done, Miss Blaithe, if you'd like to look at it."
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 11:37 am
”In most cases I would be inclined to agree with you, Georgie,” Jin Ho started, bringing his hand to his knee while he continued to focus on the window, ”but that rose… While I may have been fooled, she was very controlling of her Grimm. It was… strange, to say the least.” While he couldn’t wish harm on Felicity despite it all, if this was to be her fate he couldn’t say she didn’t deserve it. If it weren’t for her perhaps he would still have his title, his job and would still be whole. Shaking his head, Jin Ho bit his lip and turned back to Georgie, though his eyes rested on Blaithe.
Now, more than ever, he was glad that at least she had been saved.
The news about Adal surprised him, though he figured by the boy’s words that he was nowhere near this place. Since they were both companions to the Doctor it shouldn’t have been a shock, being issued missions just as Georgie had been tasked with visiting him. ”It’s a relief,” he stated; a half truth. In all honesty he wished that the two of them had gone so deep in hiding that they wouldn’t be heard from again, ever. If they were caught and spoken to, there was no telling what Claudia would attempt… Felicity was far too weak willed to go against that thorn and he knew it. No matter what words were chosen the rose would surely feign innocence or attempt to weasel out of things – pretend that she understood and would change her ways. She was poisonous and she knew how to use it. ”I won’t breathe a word of it, I promise.”
The silence caught the Grimm and two Plagues’ attention, Blaithe continuing to stare in awe while the two whose minds had been on other things were drawn to it. The white was startling, Blaithe jumping slightly in her chair while Hero barely backed away. Jin Ho pulled his chair closer, however, squinting his eyes to see just what had happened. He didn’t understand the shapes, but Georgie’s apprehension disturbed him. ”What is it, Georgie?” he asked, lips tugging downward.
Blaithe, while tempted, kept herself in her chair despite wanting to reach out for the bottle. She didn’t understand but somehow it kept her interested, almost drawing her in. Hero had stepped over by her side, standing by the chair with a paw on his companion’s shoulder.
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 10:03 pm
Georgie leaned forward to inspect the contents of the bottle, "O-oh, nothing," he laughed, "I think, maybe, all this cultist talk is making me a little apprehen-- well, not apprehensive, just jittery. But, ah, anyways, let's look at the bottle and see what it's like..."
As soon as he noticed that Blaithe didn't intend to reach out to the bottle, Georgie picked it up and rattled it-- what was once the pebble was still scattered around like bits of starlight in brilliant white. "The bottle's loudness and rapid activity means that Blaithe's magical abilities are fairly high, even as an Excito, and it's fairly obvious. It might-- not be shown as magical spells outright, I'm not too sure on magic terminology, but just in her everyday behavior and how it might reflect on the nature of her Tincture," he shook the bottle again.
"Ah, the Tincture being the item she came from, that is. And then the other bits scattered around, well... there's a lot of sloshy stuff and there isn't too much steam in there, which means she's probably more comfortable with water than fire. Putesco's still in there with the glowy white stuff, about equally, so I can't really tell you what kind of Quietus she'll be... uh, oh, and the rock is pretty much entirely sediment, which means she's very attuned to Earth magic."
Georgie scratched his head, "I think that's it, but uh... does that make any sense?" he laughed, "I'm sorry, I'm not too used to explaining this stuff still. The Doctor and Adal are much better than I am, but uh, if you have any questions, feel free to, um, ask anything you're curious about. Or need to know, and I can answer to the best of my ability."
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 1:29 pm
Understanding immediately, Jin Ho offered a quiet apology before Georgie was quick to change the topic. As the boy spoke, the former scribe’s brows rose higher and higher, rather impressed with as much could be learned from such a small bottle. In all honesty he hadn’t known what to expect from this meeting, never having met the Doctor prior even though Georgie was merely an apprentice.
”Is it normally easier to tell?” he asked, leaning back in the chair while resting his hand on his knee. ”What kind of Quietus a Phasmas would become, I mean?” Jin Ho was fairly familiar with the types of Anhelo there were, educating himself almost immediately upon becoming Lady Estratus’ scribe long ago. He had embarrassed himself with how little he knew in the beginning and felt it was important to work away one’s ignorance rather than leave it to fester.
Replying with a quick nod, Jin Ho’s brows knit together in thought. For the moment he couldn’t particularly think of anything worth questioning and shook his head after some time. ”Nothing comes to mind, Georgie, but I thank you for coming out all this way. If something comes up, however, I’m sure there are ways to contact you… If not, there’s always trial and error.” he said, attempting to lighten the mood a little. Honestly, the talks about the Cult had put him on edge as well.
Blaithe, still fascinated with the contents of the bottle, tore her attention away to look between her three companions. So the meeting was to learn more about her? It certainly cleared a few things, though the fact that he wasn’t clear on what she would become didn’t sit well. A subtle frown formed on her face, though vague enough to just appear as a line. Hero was less concerned than she was, however, keeping his paw on her shoulder while his attention remained on Georgie. His own frown formed but for other reasons altogether.
”Oh!” Jin Ho exclaimed under his breath, slowly lifting himself from the chair and turning toward his desk. ”Speaking of Adal, I believe we still have something of his.” With a few minutes of digging he pulled out a tan hat, obviously taken care of other than the many, many colorful drawings within the lining. With an embarrassed smile, he added, ”From the Troupe. You may want to wash it before returning it to him unless you think it would lift his mood.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 2:14 am
Georgie could only offer Jin-ho a small shrug. "The Doctor and I are still trying to study it, really, but based on trial and error, the volume of Putesco versus the white material-- I just call it light-- usually gives us a decent indication of what type of Quietus a Phasmas will be. Generally, more Putesco means a black-eyed Quietus, more light means a white-eyed Quietus, but a few Plagues have been exceptions. It's not a bad thing if she becomes either," Georgie smiled at Jin-ho-- genuinely, without the nervousness, "It just means she'll have a handle on magic in different ways. I much favor the Quietus and Phasmas Plagues; they're always helpful in their own right."
Georgie turned to Blaithe and Hero to set up the assembly. "Excuse me, Blaithe, I just need to close this box here. As for contacting me, Mister Kyon, give me just a moment..." he waited until the Phasmas moved before gently closing the box back up. He sealed the clamp of it and put it carefully back into his satchel; after putting away the box, he pulled out a small black journal. Before he could turn around to offer to it to Jinho, however, Georgie hid the book from sight at noticing Adal's hat in the man's hand. Shocked, Georgie took it slowly.
"Oh..." he smiled warmly at the small drawings inside of the hat, and laughed, "Colorful and small... I'm guessing these are Blaithe's creations," he turned to Blaithe and bowed, "thank you, Blaithe. And you too, Mister Kyon, this means a lot to me... I'm sure Adal won't mind if the drawings were kept on here.
"But-- enough lamenting! I should get going, now," Georgie amended hastily; the boy stood up and slung the satchel back over his shoulders, and faced Jinho as if to announce his parting. He looked away instead and pulled out the black journal anyways, and offered it quickly to Jinho; he looked up at the Grimm apologetically, but spoke in an adamant tone.
"As for contacting me, this is a journal was meant for you-- and Blaithe," Georgie added, "If you'd like to contact us. It's artificed, so whatever is written in here, I can see through a copy of the book that I have. And I can do the same, if you'd like to know where we are, for easy contact... I'll also be at Trisica University for my studies, which isn't too far from here. Either in case of an emergency, or-- if there's anything you'd like to note about Blaithe, or any Plague, or Grimm. The Doctor and I would appreciate the help. I know what those cultists did to you can't be amended, but-- I have faith that this will be of use to you, Mister Kyon."
Georgie looked toward Blaithe in warm greeting, "And that faith extends to you being able to help your Grimm, Blaithe. You'll grow up into a fantastic Anhelo."
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 2:50 pm
Jin Ho gave a weak smile of his own – genuine by all means, but a ghost of the toothy grin he greeted Georgie with upon their first meeting. The boy’s preference surprised him, the man thinking back upon Blaithe’s growth and her introduction to The Lady Sage and Sloane. With a subdued chuckle, he responded, ”Lady Estratus once said that it was only fitting for another Phasmas to be introduced into the Fellowship.”
Without any further need of instructions, Hero carefully plucked Blaithe up and out of the box, carrying her back over onto the bed and out of the way. She also silently obliged, immediately relaxing into her feline friend’s grip as she was carried away, though her attention still focused on the bottle that was now tucked away for whatever uses lied in store in later times. Once the hat was brought into attention, however, she passed a quick glance at the woven headwear, mouth a thin line. When Jin Ho had called for she and Hero to return with him to Imisus, the news of the bells having been given away ceased all use of the hat. It reminded her too much of them, her first stunted friends that they had rescued, and it was too much. Hero never had much exposure to the thing aside from short whiffs in passing as it was always put away as to not get damaged. Without its owner to wear it, Adal’s scent had long began to fade but small amounts remained – now mixed with traces of her own tinct.
The colorful Phasmas couldn’t hold back a gentle smile at Georgie’s kind words, clasping her hands together while still cradled in Hero’s arms.
”If you would…” Jin Ho started, his smile faltering slightly, ”I know it is long in the past, but… I never had the chance to apologize to him. When you see him next, would you pass it along?” He had always felt rather guilty about their time at the troupe – Adal was clearly bothered, yet in his own excitement he was all too eager to introduce the hat to Blaithe and vice versa, he hadn’t considered the boy’s feelings. Even if it wasn’t so much as a passing thought for him now, he still deserved an apology.
”From me, too.” Blaithe added.
Once the book was in view, Jin Ho carefully took it in his hand and examined it, though his attention immediately shifted as its uses were explained. He looked it over again, flipping it over and scanning through a couple of pages, his brows rose in awe. Even in his time with the Fellowship he’d never heard of such practices – how interesting. ”It is sorely appreciated, Georgie. I’ll be sure to let you know of any changes… When she grows, you will be one of the first to know.” he assured, attempting to bring back the smile. ”And please, you may call me Jin Ho.”
Hero’s frown tugged further down and he was thankful for his dark form being able to hide it so easily. Blaithe, on the other hand, shone a little brighter at the compliment, offering a small ”thank you.”
With everything wrapped up and put away, Jin Ho stood by the side of the bed and offered his hand down to the two Phasmus’ before walking their guest to the door. It was a surprisingly short visit but a pleasant one, and now that it seemed almost a secret he was eager to see just what kind of Quietus Blaithe would become. Silently he hoped that she would be able to pick up where he failed – to become better practiced in healing and the white magics. She wouldn’t be able to heal the plague, but in some ways the former would be of more use.
”I’ll be sure to contact you again. Good luck, Georgie.”
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