{Joy! Finally, a customer who's not also one of the multitude of faces on the posters adorning various Arena hallways.}
{Also, hey-- if a young girl proves brave enough to visit, he'll have something to hold over Zack's head. Chickenwuss.}
Are you feeling out of sorts, signorina? Did something happen? {He glances about his little room at the Arena, wondering where would be best to carry this out. There were still some... questionable items lingering at his own apartment, mostly left over from previous hunting excursions. Hm.}
I'd be pleased to, truly. If you can tell me anything about what's wrong, so I may prepare...
I notice you didn't mention the word "volunteer" anywhere. I assume by this that anyone involved can expect some sort of payment, si?
Regardless, I'm feeling particularly generous. Payment or no, I'd like to take part. For the most part, I can handle myself well enough in combative situations as well. If fighters are scarce, my group could potentially suffice without one.
Yeah, it's volunteer based. [Sheepish laugh] Guess I should have mentioned that. But I'm sure that there'll be some kind of payment set up, can't expect you guys to go out and do this for free.
So you'd be good with working by yourself if you had to? As it looks now it'll be a small group.
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[ Static. ]
[ When it clears, there is the distinct sounds of the outside blaring over the speakers. Kunsel attempts to find a quieter side street. It mutes about only half the noise. ]
Malfatto...? Hey, you got a minute?
Or maybe a handful. I think I might need a handful.
[ Fwump. ]
[ He leans against the wall, slides down, butt hitting the cold concrete. A quiet shudder ripples through him, a deep and quivering breath... ]
Um...got into a fight.
[ Yeah. A fight. That's what it was. ]
[ Because regular Joes carry syringes around with them full of whatever-in-Ifrit's-pit that stuff was... ]
Could use a place to crash tonight, too. If you don't mind. And...don't tell anyone. Please.
{Silence at first, though subtle background din suggests a person listening, albeit merely sitting there.}
{Deliberating.}
You.
{A sigh.}
This is acceptable. Come by my residence, but do excuse the condition it's in at the moment. I had a guest earlier who... was dissatisfied with the service she received during a previous appointment. She's gone now. No one will know you're here.
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It's Dawn. [He can probably figure that out from your forge ID you derp.]
Were you able to set up shop? Doctoring? I...know you talked to Hope about...
[Huge pause.]
...are you the normal kind of doctor? The un-magic kind?
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Dawn? Yes. I work from my temporary home, as well as the Arena.
{... he's quiet a moment, processing "normal". That's a first.}
I assure you, piccolo, my ways have nothing to do with magics. Why?
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...um. I just kind of wanted someone to take a look at me. A real doctor. Make sure I'm [Normal. Or not. Not a Key.] okay.
[To see if they see ...anything weird. They'd know if something were weird, right?]
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{Also, hey-- if a young girl proves brave enough to visit, he'll have something to hold over Zack's head. Chickenwuss.}
Are you feeling out of sorts, signorina? Did something happen? {He glances about his little room at the Arena, wondering where would be best to carry this out. There were still some... questionable items lingering at his own apartment, mostly left over from previous hunting excursions. Hm.}
I'd be pleased to, truly. If you can tell me anything about what's wrong, so I may prepare...
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Regardless, I'm feeling particularly generous. Payment or no, I'd like to take part. For the most part, I can handle myself well enough in combative situations as well. If fighters are scarce, my group could potentially suffice without one.
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So you'd be good with working by yourself if you had to? As it looks now it'll be a small group.
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[No time for introductions or whatever.]
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{No big deal. He's en route.}
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[ When it clears, there is the distinct sounds of the outside blaring over the speakers. Kunsel attempts to find a quieter side street. It mutes about only half the noise. ]
Malfatto...? Hey, you got a minute?
Or maybe a handful. I think I might need a handful.
[ Fwump. ]
[ He leans against the wall, slides down, butt hitting the cold concrete. A quiet shudder ripples through him, a deep and quivering breath... ]
Um...got into a fight.
[ Yeah. A fight. That's what it was. ]
[ Because regular Joes carry syringes around with them full of whatever-in-Ifrit's-pit that stuff was... ]
Could use a place to crash tonight, too. If you don't mind. And...don't tell anyone. Please.
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{Deliberating.}
You.
{A sigh.}
This is acceptable. Come by my residence, but do excuse the condition it's in at the moment. I had a guest earlier who... was dissatisfied with the service she received during a previous appointment. She's gone now. No one will know you're here.
{Aheh.}
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[ Pause. ]
...Hey, uh. If that person made a mess of things, I could help you clean it up. Least I can do for you since you're lettin' me crash there and all.
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Buddy?
{... for the love of... }
Think nothing of it. You may help, as long as you don't question my decor.
{...}
And I'm assuming by "crash", you mean sleep. Unless the injuries you've sustained are making you delirious.
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