Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-06-20 08:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, aspel cassul, esther glass |
Two people caught on a string, A high-wire act above the center ring….
Who: Aspel Cassul and Esther Glass
What: A check up.
Where: A clinic!
When: Today!
Rating: G.
Status: Complete!
Although most days she was fine, there was still the exception here and there where her elbow, or leg would act up. There seemed to be no definite cause of these things, other than old injuries flaring up, and at this point after all the injuries that she’d endured, Aspel wasn’t sure which of the many it might be anymore. Life as a Fell Knight, and then as a Sentinel had left her broken, bruised, battered, bloody, and beaten more times that any average fighter might have thought even remotely sane. Though, Aspel wasn’t sure she was entirely sane anymore either, now was she? A heavy sigh was given with eyes ticking over to the clock for a moment before falling back into her lap. Her life expectancy - between her classes of choice, and also due to the beatings she’d already endured - likely was going to be on the shorter side regardless of what she did. Though, random twinges of pain, along with some… Vague desire to… Not… Die yet… Drove her into this check up, and perhaps a series more of them depending on what this one found. Aspel wouldn’t live as long as the rest of her colleagues - that was something she’d made peace with some time ago - but it didn’t mean she had to die quite as soon as she likely should either. And Esther was working to make sure no one would die if she were supporting a party during a battle; the practice inside this clinic was invaluable, though not the same as if she were to be out in the field. Regardless, she pushed herself, feeling the mana trickle away as she cast the spell. It flickered and then— stop. A colleague had barged in, tapping her wrist impatiently as a reminder that Esther had somewhere to be as of five minutes ago. “Oh!” her cheeks coloured and she headed to the examination room to treat the patient who had come in for a check up. To her delight, said patient was Aspel Cassul. The woman had always seem a little distant, but Esther perceived her as kind— familiar even, though they had barely spoken (and memories from that time would not be easily unlocked). “Councillor Cassul!” Excitement bubbling, she curtsied and then approached. A faint smile found its way to the surface when a rather friendly - and somewhat too familiar - mage entered the room. “Miss Glass.” A polite bow of her head was given to the other woman. “It is a pleasure to see you today. I pray you are well?” A curious brow rose to display sincerity behind the question, even though the asking of such a thing in of itself was almost comical in such a situation as they were at this time. “I am well, thank you and yourself? If I may say, you look much better than last time we meet. This makes me very happy.” There was nothing but honest sincerity to match Aspel’’s own behind her comments. “Please, please, come in — you’re here for a check-up, so tell me everything.” “I am well also.” Which was true for all it was worth… At least as well as she could be physically that was. Aside from random old aches and pains that was, but… That was just the life of a fighter for you. A soft laugh was offered, one with only the slightest hint of mirth. With Esther’s direction, Aspel would follow along without much thought. That was, of course, until the other woman spoke of the check-up that was. “Ah.” A glance was given around before moving into the room they’d be in. “Nothing particularly troubling, simply the standard aches of my profession.” A faint, strained smile. “Any fighter worth their merit likely has more than their fare share I would assure.” At least, the groaning, and gruff comments from the older men of the Cassul family would certainly have left her to believe such while growing up. Esther giggled, “Everyone in the fighters guild is always so diligent, you do not complain of injuries unless you’re severely wounded in battle.” With brisk efficiency she moved close to Aspel, guiding her to the centre of the room, “So you’re recovering without any complications, yes?” She gestured for her to sit down on examining table. “If you are not opposed to it, I would like to run a quick check either way. After that, if you- if you permit me- I’d like to cast a healing spell, again, more of a precaution than necessity but it would be helpful, I think.” The giggle was… Warm, in its own regard. It caused the slightly restrained demeanor to melt, but only just a bit. “That is but a burden of our path.” Though, that would be the only thing said until the next question was posed to her. “Yes, I have recovered from my recent bout of wounds quite well.” Moving over, Aspel shifted up, and say as instructed. “Certainly not, that is what I am here for after all.” Hands folded in her lap easily, though an eyebrow quirked upwards regarding the inquiry of if the smith would allow a spell. “May I inquire as to which spell you intend?” It seemed a bit odd, the stutter, and to be asked to be cast on. Most of her clinic visits included mages randomly throwing spells about, and muttering… Though admittedly, she wasn’t in danger of bleeding out on the table right now, so perhaps this was just a normal procedure for this sort of situation, a situation that, in reality, Aspel was quite unused to. "Scan, to see if there are any problems not visible at first glance and curaga." Esther explained, rubbing the back of her neck before then stretching out. As she was not a veteran white Mage, Esther still tried to find her way around during these tasks - her mother would be horrified to see Esther engage in these. However, her mother was not here and the Mage allowed herself to shake that thought out of her mind and concentrate. "It doesn't hurt or anything. If you're concerned about that." Unless she was doing it wrong, but Esther had enough confidence (and she had studiously poured over books) to know she would could do it right. Hopefully. A slight nod was given as she listened to Esther explain out the situation, and what she sought to do in order to complete the examination. “I see no reason why that would not be a logical combination.” At least, from what Aspel could piece together, it all made sense to her…. She was fairly certain that curaga was just a higher level of cure after all. “Pain is the least of my concerns.” A soft smile was offered to the mage, before a nod was given. “Please, proceed as you see best.” Another smile and Esther set to work, first with casting scan (her concentration momentarily faltered, but she focused, biting her lower lip as the magic twisted to her commands). Rising and enveloping Aspel as it fed information back to Esther (nothing amiss, a good curaga would be beneficial, her strengths and weakness and -) The electric brush if the dark was unmistakable, her holy magic reaching out to tentatively touch it- a tendril that poked gently). Dark magic was not something new, she had touched on Scarlet's darkness (pitch black, consuming - strong); this may have been dark but there with a surprising affinity to it. Familiar (an enclosed dark space, the sound of metal ripping through flesh- she remenbered the smell, the sounds). Holy flickered, poked a little harder sending a jolt back to the Mage - recognition crossed her eyes for a moment. Another electric like tinge and Esther pulled back, unsure. "I'm sorry! Ah." A spiraling twist of ethereal tendril wrapped itself up, and around her insides. A shuddering breath was let out, a pleased chill running through her body almost instantly at the feeling of it. Swallowing, Aspel shifted, a hesitant, slightly weak, smile rising to her lips as she tried to shuck off the feeling of the Dark working its way through her body once more. An eyebrow quirked at the apology. “For?” Esther flushed, no longer the graceful noble she was but an awkward girl who was currently gesticulating with her arms. "I - did not cause you discomfort?" Because no one could've liked that little electric jolt of magic, and she figured no one would like to be told they had an affinity to the dark. So she held that piece of information back for the moment. "The good news is that you do not have any injuries that require treatment! It is good to see you well." There was a pause. Should Esther have caused his discomfort? That seemed an odd thing to ask… Had the girl… Found something? Brows furrowed, and Aspel gave a simple shake of her head to dispel the concern. While the Dark’s reach was not friendly, it was… Comforting. Something Aspel had always been able to embrace even when it felt like the rest of her world was crumbling down. At the second sentence, eyebrows rose, puzzling something over, concerned, worried perhaps even a touch, the wording seemed… Off somehow. “If that is the good news, then what is the bad?” Esther bit her tongue, nervousness returning again with the question- she could lie when stared down with a room full of nobility, but here at work it seemed unethical to not answer truthfully. "Nothing bad, I mean, it just- I mean no offence, I just -" Faram help her, she couldn't make any sense, "Your affinity to the dark was unexpected, not that there is anything wrong with that! It was just surprising." Aspel’s head tilted to one side, curiosity clear across her face, along with a touch of confusion as Esther’s sudden… Inability to speak in full, meaningful sentences. Honestly, the smith couldn’t ever recall if she’d seen the young woman before her trip over her tongue quite so much. Though, when it was finally spit out, Aspel couldn’t help but stop breathing for a second. Then a deep, controlled breath was pulled in, and slowly let out. “Ah.” A beat. “My apologies.” Another pause. “I…” The smith fought to find her words. “did not realize it so strong as to be shocking to you… I did not… Even think to mention it before.” Why she was apologizing for this? Well, honestly she wasn’t even sure. "No, no it is no trouble, just unexpected- I have very little experience with touching dark - I worry that my spells might not function like they are supposed to." A brief smile, "It is not something people like to mention, so I understand. Let us proceed with the healing, if you have no objections?" “Ah.” This was not a conversation she had expected, or really wanted to have today. A thought of warning formed around her brain, one about being careful when you touch the dark because when it became strong enough, it touched back, but… That was neither here, nor there at this time. “I have never encountered problem with white magicks before, aside from my lackluster attempts at casting them. My Cure is quite weak.” A soft smile was offered, one trying to make a joke, trying to smooth over ruffled feathers, but unsure if it could. “None.” Came the confirmation of her lack of objections, and really, in a sense, Aspel hoped that would be the end of that. Esther's smile was bright, "It was familiar, but not a problem at all." The topic was dropped, since she had no further observations that were remotely appropriate to make. hello, your affinity of the dark makes me think of small spaces and blood. No, certainly far from appropriate. Proceeding as if nothing was amiss, Esther once again gathered her magic. The spell she had been trying to master by reading and practice - hopefully the efforts would pay off. As curaga enveloped Aspel, the spell hummed beneath her fingertips, all under control. Familiar? Now, wasn’t that a rather queer thing to say. Yet, people had wild, and varied pasts, there was no telling precisely what Esther could mean by that without digging, and well… This wasn’t exactly the time nor place to do such thing. Either way, the examination would carry on, and Esther would cast another spell, this one causing a warm tingle, much stronger than than others she’d come to know. Waiting a few moments for the feeling to pass, Aspel then cleared her throat. “Thank you.” A smile, and slight bow of her head was given to the other woman. “Are there any other procedures or spells you may recommend?” A curious brow rose as Aspel patiently awaited the other woman’s advice. Flustered at the thanks (feeling the little warmth of pride at having been able to performed the spell right) Esther nodded, words tripping over themselves as they came out, “Well, no — yes, just make sure to keep yourself safe and if you notice any of your wounds from before giving you trouble, make sure to come immediately. You shouldn’t have any problems but sometimes overexerting old wounds tears them open again — especially severe ones — but I am sure you know all of this and everything.” “I will certainly” try, do... “try my best.” The light smile remained as another bow of her head was given to Esther. It was nice to see a young woman so involved, and concerned with her work as Ms. Glass certainly seemed to be. “If that is all,” A beat as Aspel’s eyes ventured towards the door for a brief moment. “I do believe all my needs have been met, unless there is anything else that crosses your mind?” With that the smith would wait a moment for Esther to confirm before giving another round of thanks, and wishing the other woman a good day as she exited herself from the clinic. |