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concoctive) wrote2024-05-18 08:00 pm
concoctive) wrote2024-05-18 08:00 pm
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SCAWWY 😱 ishtar
A symbol of love and strength, with deep historical and cultural roots, the valerian attracts butterflies and bees with its lengthy blooming period. Valerian has been used to ease insomnia, anxiety, and nervous restlessness since the second century A.D.
wk 0; monday
he comes in at a brisk walk, holding the damned thing, brow pinched and jaw tight before he nearly, nearly slam dunks the thing back in its spot. ]
Hooly shit, we need to put a bigger sign up than just in the dirt about this godsdamned thing.
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...so it really is cursed then? What happened to you?
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... oh he wanted to talk to ishtar anyways, so this works out. but he'll answer her question first. ] So. Heard voices that got real angry real quick about the whole thing, though I couldn't make out exactly what it was they were saying.
And they just got angrier the more time went on? And then - [ gestures ] - I dunno what I just said.
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...shame we can't just lock it up where no one will be able to take it.
[that would probably get THEM cursed, huh.]
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Think we can get some kinda rope to tie it down, if nothing else..?
[ is he joking? maybe. but also maybe not. ]
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wk 0; sunday
there's the chopping sound of metal on wood, and following the noise brings you to... alfyn! he's taken off his green vest and folded it neatly to the side with his satchel, swinging the axe expertly and breaking down a few of the already broken benches into smaller pieces. the weapon isn't technically meant for this task, but it's all that he's got - so he does with it what he can.
some of it's been chopped into rectangular pieces, maybe a foot by two feet. as he gets a few more pieces done, he expertly swings the axe down with one hand so that it lands carefully in the dirt, bringing his other hand up to wipe the back of his wrist across his forehead.
when he notices someone's come along, he offers a crooked, if tired, smile. ]
Hey, Lady Ishtar. Just uh. Just tryin' to keep busy.
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[she smiles faintly, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes; it's been a rough weekend all around. he doesn't need her to point that out, though.]
You're the kind of person who can't bring yourself to be idle, huh?
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Wasn't sure, considerin' your page at the pyre. [ a respectful boy, even if he's a country hick. if she's royalty, she should be addressed properly - and if that winds up being with no title, then of course he'll abide. ]
... ha, not really. Figured, we already had a lot of busted benches in here, y'know? And I've got an axe. Maybe I could make some grave markers for somebody with a better hand for writin' than me to do somethin' with.
Rest of it was gonna be storage for a medical clinic we're gonna try to do. ... I wanted to talk to you about that, actually, speakin' of it and your page.
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[she is fairly certain that none of the people here are from the hittite empire; ergo, she is not their goddess or their empress. so it's fine.
besides, what use is any of the trappings of royalty in a place like this? they're essentially all equal here as sacrifices.]
...oh? What did you want to discuss?
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[ you're definitely not one of his gods, but you're pretty as any of the depictions of the goddesses. :pleading_face:
anyways, he rocks from heel to toe and back again before standing flat once more, smiling a little ruefully. ]
Mr. Daan said you might know a bit about physician work?