voice | un: karma

[torpour]

I've moved out of Willful Machine. Anyone who needs my brand of healing or training can find me around Cellar Door or Prufrock, or request that I come to them. I don't have a new official place to work out of, and I don't intend to do it in my new place of residence.

For those unaware, I am Nehan, a doctor and occasional martial arts and magic trainer. I normally don't ask for anything in return if someone asks me to act in either capacity, but nowadays, I'll ask for a bottle of liquor or wine. The good stuff, so to speak.

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video; un: sylphjayz

[returncoat]

Huh, I didn't know you were a doctor. Congrats on the move?

stays voice bc he's a private old man

[torpour]

Mm. I never told you I was a doctor, but now you now.

But thank you.

[returncoat]

It's not because monsters smashed in your living room or anything, right?

[torpour]

That was the basement. [he's joking. sort of.]

I'm tired of dealing with stairs when I need to sleep... And I moved in with him. [you know. him. that unnamed guy nehan rambled about in the catacombs just before they jumped into hell.

that's the only reason why he actually mentions it. because he told alvin about it in some capacity.]

[returncoat]

"Him?"

[It takes a moment, because most of what happened down there--especially in the overwhelming presence of that void--is a blur to Alvin now, not least because he'd rather not remember it. But a vague inkling of memory stirs, and, well, if Nehan moved in with this mysterious "him."

Heh. He gets the gist. His expression turns slightly teasing.]

Right. I see real congratulations are in order, then.

[torpour]

If you go spreading it around to any random person without my permission, I will not be pleased. [that's his way of saying "thank you".]

[returncoat]

Come onnn, you can trust me! [A half-beat.] After all, it's not like sharing that information would get me anywhere.

[torpour]

But it would get you my ire. [what's the saying? snitches get stitches, or something.] And if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're fishing for more information about us.

[returncoat]

If I were, I think you'd know. I'd start by saying something like, "Hey, tell me more information about you! Who's the lucky guy?"

video; UN: childe

[monoceroscaeli]

Oh? What's the occasion? Need a change of pace?

[Genuinely curious. He's thinking about moving sometime too.]

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[torpour]

I'm tired of dealing with stairs every day.

[a pause, then:]

Has a certain someone spoken to you about it yet?

[monoceroscaeli]

[Childe laughs, intrigue worn on his features by the two sentences that seem, if he's reading this right, to contradict each other. And he's being weirdly secretive about this, isn't he?

Maybe it's time to pry a little. It's clearly someone Childe knows.]

Hm, perhaps, haha. You know, you don't have to be so coy about this.

[torpour]

[if nehan had video on, childe would see him roll his eye.]

Fine, then.

Venti's house has no stairs. [see? no contradiction there.]

[monoceroscaeli]

I've been there a few times. Did you know I helped him build that wine shed in his backyard?

[Interesting! He didn't know that Nehan and Venti even knew each other. He must know more of what this situation is. Tell him, Nehan.]

Now the two of you can enjoy the finest of Master Diluc's wine together. I'm jealous, if I do say so myself.

[The wine is really good, okay.]

[torpour]

Between the two of us, we may finish it within a month. That's why I'm putting in my own stock of alcohol.

[monoceroscaeli]

Hah, I hope you're alright with some of it disappearing from beneath your nose.

[He has no doubt that the Greatest Bard in Mondstadt will make quick work of both their stocks.]

You wouldn't mind if I dropped off a gift then? As a sort of housewarming gift for you.

[torpour]

All right, I suppose. Though you'll have to let Venti know as well, unless you're dropping it off when he's home.

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[grice]

[ a doctor catches his attention quickly. ]

Are you taking assistants, sir?

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[torpour]

I could be persuaded. I assume you're talking about my role as a doctor, and not trainer.

[grice]

Yes.

My name is Falco. I've been shadowing Blood Ministers and Nurses at the Lumenarium and just started apprenticing. I'm interested in learning what I can about healing.

[torpour]

To clarify: do you have prior knowledge to medicine before arriving here? [because it seems to him that this person is entirely new, just from what he's being told.]

[grice]

I was taught basic battlefield first aid, sir.

[torpour]

Hmm. I had a student like that. I treated him as a complete beginner since I find basic medical training given to combat personnel lacking.

Being a proper medic is more than just knowing how to staunch the bleeding. Are you willing to learn the basics? I have more to teach you than the Blood Ministers-- they're too reliant on blood, and I prefer other methods.

[grice]

[ ‼️ ]

Of course I am! And I’d rather not rely too much on blood either, so— I’m young and I don’t know anything compared to you, sir! It would be more than an honor if you would have me.

[torpour]

Then I'll take you on. As long as you're a hard worker and you study on your own time, we wont have too many problems. I'm not a kind taskmaster, I have no patience for failure or dithering when lives hang in the balance, and I will be exacting of your process and results.