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[cajuncardtrick]

Interestin' buncha people around here, I reckon. S'a fairly dangerous lot, too. I wonder, though, what is it that makes y'all special. Why do y'all reckon you're here for, anyways?

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Monsieur Faust, I may be in need of some medical attention. I got cut up bad in a fight. Can you help me? An' if so, how much for your

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[necrodoctor]

Oh my- a fight? Mm, where are you right now?

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[cajuncardtrick]

Entertainment District, I reckon. Just came up from th' Undercity. Fightin' with our resident royalty--th' prince, that is.

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[necrodoctor]

I am on my way.

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[cajuncardtrick]

[He walks around for a minute after the good doctor says he's on his way. After a minute or so, he leans up against a lamppost--with a bit of a flinch as his back and shoulders pull and relax around his cuts.]

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[necrodoctor]

[And here comes the good doctor now, walking calmly but briskly. He spots Gambit, and immediately knows who his patient is.] Mr. LeBeau.

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[cajuncardtrick]

Aha. Doctor Faust, I presume. Tres Bon. Let me show you what I got.

[He removes his torn outer clothing until his chest is bare, turns his back to the doctor and glances behind him. Faust would see several small stab wounds running along and across his back in no particular order, some of them look pretty deep, and there may still be knife fragments in a few.]

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[necrodoctor]

Oh my, you seem to be in quite the shape. [He takes note of the small, shiny pieces of knife in Gambit's body, and produces a fresh pair of surgical gloves from his many coat pockets.]

I could bring you to my room for further treatment, but those fragments will be a little troublesome for you to walk around with. Would you mind if I remove them now?

[Snaps his gloves on- he may not listen to anything other than "yes".]

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[cajuncardtrick]

Go for it, homme. I reckon if you can get these things sewn up at your place, I'll be good t' go.

[He braces himself a bit for whatever way Faust plans to remove the knives.]

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[necrodoctor]

It will sting just a little bit.

[He reaches into one wound with two fingers, gently, and pulls out a piece of the steel. Then continues until all the knives are gone.]

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[cajuncardtrick]

[He hisses as the knives come out one by one, but eventually, they're all gone.]

Merci beaucoup. Now to your place, then?

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[necrodoctor]

But of course. Shall we? [He begins to lead the way.]

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[cajuncardtrick]

[He follows right along in step behind him.]

So how much am I gonna owe you for this, doc?

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[necrodoctor]

Oh no no, you don't have to pay me. I'm doing this for free- my clinic is not opened yet, see, and I simply refuse to charge anything until it is done.

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[cajuncardtrick]

That's rather kind of you, mon ami. I don't know very many doctors that work for free by any means. I know I wouldn'.

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[necrodoctor]

I assure you, I am quite used to all this.

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[cajuncardtrick]

All right. If you say so.

[They walk for a bit more until they come to the apartments.]

Which floor, monsieur?