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[inflictwounds]

Who: Hieke & You
What: Infirmary catch-all & a call for help
Where: The infirmary & elsewhere on campus
When: February
Warnings: Potential discussions of injury, probably.


a; the necessities

[The infirmary has seen a lot in the first month of the quarter alone - friends were born here and eventually taken away, people have been sick and injured and that's not even including the injuries people didn't go to the infirmary for. But come February, Hieke is a little bit more prepared for things. The infirmary is kept as tidy as ever, and he's even decorated for the holiday!

There are vases filled with flowers on his desk, and he's awkwardly taped some heart shaped decor to the wall. There was an attempt and that accounts for everything, even if he doesn't know anything about Valentine's Day.

However, the infirmary isn't only for the sick or injured. Students taking Hieke's class are more than welcome to stop by to ask for help or ask general questions - there's an office set aside for him, but he spends all of his hours in the infirmary anyways. It's the best place to catch him.]

b; the network (un: hieke)

Good afternoon.

I'm sorry to bother everyone, but I'm looking for something. A mushroom - native to the Outlands - that's not dangerous or anything, just a little mischievous. It managed to find out how to open the windows in my room, and now it's loose and locate and summoning magic were something I never spent much time studying.

It's about a foot tall, with a pale orange cap, so it should be pretty distinct. If you see it, please let me know! And mind the spores.

c; the wildcard

[If you want anything else or need Hieke for anything, let me know!]

Comments

[subconmodo]

Because I like breaking people's legs.

[arcadianvampire]

Yes! But you don't do nearly enough chair throwing or table flipping after knocking everything off the table with a well placed arm sweep!

[This is important, super serious business, after all.]

Though I will say your looming, threatening voicework is quite excellent.

[subconmodo]

That's because half the time the chairs are pretty nice. You don't waste a good chair, Val.

[he should know. He's tried to make off with a few of them. Rarely, he's managed to get one or two through customs. He still hasn't found one that's nearly as comfortable as the one he brought with him from his forest.]

At least someone around here appreciates a properly threatening performance. I spent a long time getting that right.

[arcadianvampire]

And that makes the point all the clearer you mean business! Are you going to mess with a man willing to throw a perfectly comfy chair around? No, because that man is crazy!!

[...Honestly, they might both be crazy without throwing chairs, but there you go.]

It's a lost art, being terrifying! Honestly, people today wouldn't know real terror if it came up and bit them in the face. Even daemons feel like they're merely phoning it in now!

[subconmodo]

Are you implying I don't know how to be properly terrifying just because I respect the comfort of proper furniture?

[arcadianvampire]

Preposterous. It's an important component of being the bad cop! You're otherwise perfectly capable of doing the whole "fear" routine in other contexts.

[Look, he takes the cop role thing very seriously.]

Unlike so many others, you actually have some appreciation for classical horror techniques. ...Ah, but such thoughts bring back quite a few memories from the past.

[subconmodo]

[He sure hopes he does. It's not like he has a pretty big collection of horror novels or anything.]

I probably shouldn't ask, but I'm curious as to what particular memory that brought to mind.

[arcadianvampire]

[He gives something of a small, nostalgic smile.]

Oh, just the time I caused a riot in a major settlement about 900 years ago. Emptied the city in panic just with a few well-timed scares and parlor tricks.

It was like tossing a match on a powder keg. I admit, I had fun that night.

[He may have changed and would never do that now, but he's not especially ashamed of his days of being an expert at spreading terror either.]

[subconmodo]

[Avery sits up a little, looking positively delighted]

Why wouldn't you? That sounds hilarious! An entire town... Ha!

[arcadianvampire]

Oh, you would've enjoyed it just as much as I did, I'm sure.

[He chuckles, filled to the brim with a dark amusement.]

Ah, I could be quite a scamp back in my Tyrant days.

[subconmodo]

Scamp... That's one way to put it.

[Of the many, many things he didn't think he'd ever understand about the daemon, Valvatorez's humility was rather high on the list.]

I've gotta ask. Any particular reason you chose that group of people or did it just seem like an easy mark?

[arcadianvampire]

Oh, they had it coming. Their pride as a collective city was growing too great. They thought themselves much tougher than they really were. And their arrogance proved altogether... irritating.

[He shrugged, relaxing in his chair.]

I wanted to illustrate a point: for all their vaunted faith in their walls, weapons, and guards? They never really escaped their real enemy: the fear in their hearts. They were just collectively hiding under the bed.

...So I became the monster under there with them.

[subconmodo]

[God damn this was why Valvatorez was the freaking Tyrant! These were the sorts of stories Avery lived for!]

What I wouldn't give to have seen that happen first hand. Sometimes I think I was born 400 years too late.