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[thenobledie]

[for those that watched a particular memory broadcast, the strange, skeletal- and mechanical-like armor shirley wears should be familiar. even still, her own leathery, dragon-like wings shouldn't be a surprised, at least. if one ever thought her an angel, it would certainly be one of death in this moment. because if not the armor, then the look in

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[voice -> ACTION???]

[justasimple]

A dragon... is it? [A distinct pause in the audio, and, then, the snap of static.

Faintly, there is the clatter of wood against the ground. The Medicine Seller: he's right around the corner, he seemingly as calm as ever.] It... has been quite some time since I've last seen one.

['SUP?]

action!

[thenobledie]

[shirley is prepared to reply via the forge, but then, oh. how pointless that would be when the first responder is right there! she turns enough to look at him, and the dragon raises his head - what could be the head - but makes no other move.]

Have they died in your world?

[they were suppose to in hers.]

C:

[justasimple]

[He pauses for a moment, speaking only when he begins to set down the rather ordinate box strapped to his back.]

Most.

While there are many legends of the dragon's fearsome power, there are also... stories of its supposed healing powers. Man cannot resist such benefits -- to be a hero for both protecting and preserving the people.

[An impassive glance.] It really is... a shame.

[thenobledie]

Some shall cling to life for as long as possible.

[she eyes the box and him. the medicine seller, she is sure. you better be getting your ass to the clinic, dude...]

[justasimple]

[chillin' like a turtle then] That is common for nearly all creatures, isn't it?

Tell me... [because he hasn't really bothered with details] What was just killed?

[thenobledie]

[:|]

Some creature of the war ravaging the Ruins.

[justasimple]

I see. [A noise similar to a jingle comes from his box.] Does it have a name?

[thenobledie]

If it does, I do not know it.

[head tilt.]

[justasimple]

It is... an unwanted development regardless.

[thenobledie]

[understatement.]

What is in your box?

[justasimple]

Medicines. [not blinking at any bit of thiiiiiis] ...Among other things.

[thenobledie]

I see.

[so the medicine seller, indeed. normally, she would have some weird circular conversation with him - very circular. their method of speaking is p alike. but no time for fun.]

Must I request your presence in the clinic, or will you do so without condition?

[justasimple]

[A brow quirks upward.]

Ho? I do not see why I shouldn't be there. [Meaning, he'll be going. In a minute or so.] Just let me [be a lazy bum] rest for a minute.

This box is [not] quite... heavy.

[thenobledie]

[head tilt. yeah, shirley would probably be dragging thing if she had to carry it, but she is a small human lady.]

Very well.

[justasimple]

[yeah he'll just be chillin' for a bit, then. ahhh to have all the time in the world.]

[thenobledie]

[you are irritating, sir. but shirley is turning, as the dragon takes to the air. later, bitches. wait, he's not actually going far...]