cormac hier ; the chemist (chemist) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-03-06 17:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, cormac hier, ridley irving |
thread; cormac & ridley
Who: Cormac & Ridley
What: Cormac sets Ridley down the wrong right path.
Where: Cormac's Clinic.
When: Aquarius 10 (Jan 29) [backdate]
Rating: PG-13.
Status: Complete
Cormac wasn’t surprised that Emily wanted to spend his birthday along with few days after alone somewhere that his patients couldn’t get to him. He’d been incredibly busy since her return. Then again he’d managed to stack up a lot of interesting clientele. These were the ones he was worried about Ridley coming into contact with. Certain thing needed to be kept up while he was gone. So he had made a list of things that she needed to do. These things required he relinquish a large amount of trust. He didn’t list any names, but put a note on the list about anyone who came calling after hours...because there would be times she’d have to come after hours to deliver some services. People would come to pick things up, mostly because he wasn’t going to risk sending someone as young and pretty as herself into dark alleys of no return. She was tall and willowy, and screamed of being easy prey. It was better they came to the clinic to pick up the supplies he couldn’t drop off instead. A week was a long time. The voice in his head agreed, concluding that it was the perfect amount of time to plan the decimation of the city. While he’d been in the tower, he hadn’t been free to enact whatever he wanted to do when he was outside of this man’s body. The body was weak in magical power and wasn’t very physical either. Yet he remained irritatingly repressed by his will. The voice didn’t speak as much as it had in the beginning, now picking and choosing when to interject. Perhaps it was his way of attempting to lure him into a false sense of security, but Cormac wasn’t going to let up on it any time soon. He looked over the list again and scribbled one last thing on the bottom. It was a list of names entered in the tournament on Friday...the day he was leaving. It was really the most inopportune birthday considering he would have preferred to be there to place the bets in person. She’d already met Cian, so it wouldn’t be hard for her to find him. That much knowledge eased his mind. A knock would come to interrupt his thoughts, and the scholar appeared, long hair tied back in a braid as it often was on the job. In the earlier days after being hired, there had been much apprehension, a desire to please and be as respectful as possible without giving Cormac a reason to want to throw her out. But now, months after their first few days together, and in particular after the outbreak of the illness, she found it easier to smile. “I apologize for being late, there was a patient who refused to leave the waiting room,” she explained, stepping within the confines of the office. Despite it being after hours, Ridley appeared exhausted but still at ease. Comfortable. The knock did pull him back to the present and he found himself looking down at his young assistant. Under normal circumstances he would’ve had Cy do this for him, but she was currently in a college somewhere living the dream or something of that ilk. For now, what he had was Ridley. “Yes, some of them do get rather attached,” he said not even having noticed she was late. A few minutes. Nothing to get upset about. It gave him time to try and see if he’d missed anything before he talked to her. “Have a seat,” he said waving toward his chair before picking up the sheet of paper he’d written his notes on. “We have quite a bit to go over.” With an obedient nod, the younger blonde moved for the chair, taking up the seat as directed. Her hands dropped into her lap, smoothing over the lines of her dress, as she peered up at Cormac, curious. She always listened most intently to his direction, and this should have been no different, but it was. There was a lot of responsibility to take into consideration, and no room for mistakes. If Cormac didn’t trust her, maybe he wouldn’t have given her the opportunity in the first place. “As Emily has informed you, then me,” he said with a little annoyance at the order, “I will be headed out for the weekend. I would like to keep as many things running on schedule as possible. Some of these things include regularly deliveries that must be made, and well, people will come to collect their orders as well. I have already provided means for you to have a companion after hours for these things to be taken care of,” he said finally placing the paper down on the table for her to look over. He grabbed a pen with his other hand and pointed at the top part of the list. “This is the list of clients who come in over the weekend for their… cleansing. You’ve seen them more than once. Because they’re so frequent, I don’t charge them as much. This is their special price.” He moved the pen down. “These are other people who might come in with something more serious. You can direct them to any of these physicians at any of these locations. Just these. They understand how I work, and also take the most legible notes.” He moved down again to another location. “Deliveries are still done on Monday morning. Just make sure to open the door so the messenger can load them up and get them on schedule.” The next bit wasn’t on the paper, which he handed to her. He then pulled out a bag. By the sound of the clinking inside, it was clearly full of gil. “Alright. This next part is very important.” The rest he had told her was clearly routine. This took a big step in trust, considering how much money was actually in the bag. “There is a tournament on Friday,” he said clearly. “I won’t be here to enjoy the festivities or to bank on it, so I will need you to do it for me. I don’t know who is participating, but I feel you’ve got a good head on your shoulders and a good eye to spot a winning team.” His orders were simple and straightforward, and she knew it wouldn’t difficult to forget— she knew how to be responsible even before coming to the clinic. But at his last instruction, Ridley tilted her head, curious as to what he was about to present to her. A bag of gil? Yes, the tournament. She’d never attended, but she knew some fighters, and was also friends with the squires if they chose to attend. Her gaze drifted from the bag to Cormac’s face. “Are there any particular fighters you suspect will participate in the tournament?” If he was giving her that much to bet with, surely he’d attended the tournaments in the years prior. “I wouldn’t be able to give you a prediction even if I did. It’s going to be a mix of all three guilds and they’ll all be mixed together in groups. It can get pretty random.” He said as he rubbed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “I’d ask you to send me the bill, but I don’t believe Emily would appreciate that.” Which was true. He hadn’t had time to solely focus on her lately. “Cian might be able to give you some insight,” he informed her. Then looked up at her directly. “And don’t put all the money in one place. If you lose it all in one round, you won’t be able to win it back later.” Ridley nodded, absorbing the information as best a teenager who had never handled so much money at once could. That he could trust her with something this crucial (to him, at least) was enough to get her heart racing in excitement and awe. She could only imagine how long it had taken him and Cy to build up their relationship, their trust, and this meant there was nothing to do but the obvious. “I understand,” she said softly. “I won’t let you down.” |