Post by Ursula on Sept 30, 2018 7:05:33 GMT
“... What are you staring at?”
“Oh, well, I suppose I recognized you. You were a patient under my care, actually.”
“... I was, was I?”
“Indeed. You were unconscious at the time. A friend of yours carried you all the way to the clinic.”
“... Right, thank you, then. I must be off.”
“Tarry a little while. I am aware that you’ve lost something rather important.”
“... I beg your pardon, sir, but I have been summoned back to Windmire.”
“Your arm, Fraulein von Brandt. Do you not suppose I can remedy you of that?”
“... Sir, I cannot fathom how I am to retrieve a severed arm. Please, leave me in peace for bringing up a sore topic.”
“Retrieve? No, replace would be a better word.”
“Replace.”
“Yes, a prosthetic. Based off of what I’ve heard of a comrade of yours...”
“... Which comrade? Who are you talking about?”
“Tea?”
“T...”
“I desire to elucidate in a more secluded environment. What say you, Fraulein von Brandt?”
“... Fine.”
“Lovely cafe, is it not?”
“It’s dark for a cafe. Cut to the chase. Who did you speak to?”
“Aha, well, his name is Jensen.”
“Jensen? So... he is alive...”
“Oh, alive and well. It was a miracle that he survived such an ordeal, thanks to my meddling.”
“I... suppose I should thank you. I consider him favorably, even if he is unprofessional at times.”
“Aha, indeed! Truly an unusual fellow in every situation. Now, I believe I have brought it up to you before...”
“About my arm, correct?”
“Yes, yes, about your arm. You see, my primary associate, Herr Aldanier, has saw fit to, ah, should I say... give you a hand.”
“... Herr... Aldanier. I heard only rumors of that man. I didn’t know if he actually existed.”
“Hmmm? That is fascinating! Why, the clinic your friend took you to belonged to him! Were you not aware?”
“I... suppose my friend has dealings with the Nohrian underworld that I am not aware of...”
“Indeed! Looks can be deceiving, I say, but I wouldn’t hold it against her. It’s not exactly the most... should I say, reputable place to associate oneself.”
“Yet you do?”
“Aha, well, I have a noble cause, of which I cannot simply share.”
“Fine.”
“I don’t suppose you are interested in... replacing the arm?”
“... I am just wondering if it is wise to associate with you in particular. I am Nohrian nobility of certain rank, thus if I am to dabble in a place where I face risk of disloyalty...”
“Ahaha, my dear lady! That is the thing! Nobody needs to know. I have heard that losing one’s arm is a sure-fire way to be relieved of duty, moreover I know for a fact that King Garon’s research committee is not very interested in investing in the recovery of their own military, ah, except for the more... notable members.”
“... You... what... what did you just say?”
“Ah, just the simple fact of the matter, fraulein. You have not reported your most grievous injury to the higher ups, and I am certain that if it is reported...”
“... How much.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“How. Much. Do you want?”
“Is your position that important to you?”
”Sir, I am a loyal patriot of Nohr. If I am relieved of my duty, I... I... I don’t know where I would go, n... nor what I would do.”
“Ah... yes, I see. I understand completely how you feel! So you wish to go through with the replacement?”
”Yes, and I don’t care how you do it, but I cannot lose my status as an officer. It is simply out of the question.”
“Ahh... I am inspired by your passion, fraulein.”
“I... I did not get your name, by the way.”
“Oh, me? Well... you will call me the Doctor.”
“Aha! Lady von Brandt, I presume?”
“That is correct... and you are?”
“Weston, Weston Aldanier, at your service! I’ve heard great things about you!”
“Ah... have you, now?”
“Oh, yes, yes! I am also incredibly happy that you would test our prosthetic prototype!”
“I was going to ask... there are six fingers?”
“Aha, indeed! This design is meant to be ambidextrous in more ways than one. Impressed?!”
“I shall credit your thoughtfulness.”
“Splendid! My good Doctor, are we about ready?”
“Why, yes, Herr Aldanier.”
“Good, good... now, you did warn her beforehand of some of the... ah, aftereffects?”
“Ah, I suppose I haven’t.”
“... Aftereffects? What aftereffects?”
“Are you strapped in, mademoiselle?”
“... Mr. Aldanier, what aftereffects?”
“Oho, no! Terrible, absolutely terrible of you, my good Doctor! Why wouldn’t you tell our client, hmmmm?”
“Hm, well, I assumed she wouldn’t have refused either way, what with her position on the line...”
“Aha, aha! Why, that makes sense to me! I leave it to you then! Doo-dee-doo-dee-doo...”
“You... you maniacs! What are you going to do to me?!”
“We will essentially be provoking the living darkness inside of your body to accept the prosthetic limb. As with all procedures, there will be the natural sensation of pain, ah, but only until it accepts the prosthetic.”
“... How do you know if it’ll work?! Do you even know what you’re dealing with?!”
“... Completely.”
“Ah... ahhh... YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!”
“A success, I’d say.”
“Mm, yes, quite!”
“Ah... haa... haa... I... I feel... so weak...”
“Yes, you’re right... in fact, it seems that your body had aged rather... dramatically, but the good news is that your body has accepted the prosthetic.”
“Good... good news... you’ve... you’ve... cough... cough-cough!”
“Ah, that’s no good! She’s spitting up blood!”
“Worry not. I shall give her something for that. Here, a handkerchief.”
“Damn you... I didn’t... I didn’t ask for this!”
“No man or woman asks for consequences for good things, fraulein. Can you move the prosthetic?”
“... I... can... but...”
“Then our procedure was a success. Ah, ah, don’t pass out now, my Nohrian patriot. It’s time for you to pick up and leave. Be grateful for the things you’ve been given.”
“Give... give me back my YOUTH-COUGH-COUGH-COUGH!”
“Ah, ah, ah, that is something out of my hands. Now, take it easy on your lungs, they seem to be... a touch more fragile.”
“How... how can I show my face to Lord Iago...”
“You don’t!“
“Wear a hood. You still need to report back to your city tactician, don’t you?”
“Khhk...!”
“Now, now, don’t be so upset! Northella, would you be a dear and wheel her to the barracks? I’m certain that they’ll still recognize her!”
“N... no... don’t... please, I beg of you... don’t take me back to the surface...!”
“Well, that would be an affront to your nobility should a premier captain avoid summons, yes? You have no choice in the matter.”
“... What are you... a demon?”
“Ah, you insult me, fraulein. I am convinced I have helped you for the better. Simply live with that comfort. Good day to you, Fraulein von Brandt.”
“Oh, well, I suppose I recognized you. You were a patient under my care, actually.”
“... I was, was I?”
“Indeed. You were unconscious at the time. A friend of yours carried you all the way to the clinic.”
“... Right, thank you, then. I must be off.”
“Tarry a little while. I am aware that you’ve lost something rather important.”
“... I beg your pardon, sir, but I have been summoned back to Windmire.”
“Your arm, Fraulein von Brandt. Do you not suppose I can remedy you of that?”
“... Sir, I cannot fathom how I am to retrieve a severed arm. Please, leave me in peace for bringing up a sore topic.”
“Retrieve? No, replace would be a better word.”
“Replace.”
“Yes, a prosthetic. Based off of what I’ve heard of a comrade of yours...”
“... Which comrade? Who are you talking about?”
“Tea?”
“T...”
“I desire to elucidate in a more secluded environment. What say you, Fraulein von Brandt?”
“... Fine.”
“Lovely cafe, is it not?”
“It’s dark for a cafe. Cut to the chase. Who did you speak to?”
“Aha, well, his name is Jensen.”
“Jensen? So... he is alive...”
“Oh, alive and well. It was a miracle that he survived such an ordeal, thanks to my meddling.”
“I... suppose I should thank you. I consider him favorably, even if he is unprofessional at times.”
“Aha, indeed! Truly an unusual fellow in every situation. Now, I believe I have brought it up to you before...”
“About my arm, correct?”
“Yes, yes, about your arm. You see, my primary associate, Herr Aldanier, has saw fit to, ah, should I say... give you a hand.”
“... Herr... Aldanier. I heard only rumors of that man. I didn’t know if he actually existed.”
“Hmmm? That is fascinating! Why, the clinic your friend took you to belonged to him! Were you not aware?”
“I... suppose my friend has dealings with the Nohrian underworld that I am not aware of...”
“Indeed! Looks can be deceiving, I say, but I wouldn’t hold it against her. It’s not exactly the most... should I say, reputable place to associate oneself.”
“Yet you do?”
“Aha, well, I have a noble cause, of which I cannot simply share.”
“Fine.”
“I don’t suppose you are interested in... replacing the arm?”
“... I am just wondering if it is wise to associate with you in particular. I am Nohrian nobility of certain rank, thus if I am to dabble in a place where I face risk of disloyalty...”
“Ahaha, my dear lady! That is the thing! Nobody needs to know. I have heard that losing one’s arm is a sure-fire way to be relieved of duty, moreover I know for a fact that King Garon’s research committee is not very interested in investing in the recovery of their own military, ah, except for the more... notable members.”
“... You... what... what did you just say?”
“Ah, just the simple fact of the matter, fraulein. You have not reported your most grievous injury to the higher ups, and I am certain that if it is reported...”
“... How much.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“How. Much. Do you want?”
“Is your position that important to you?”
”Sir, I am a loyal patriot of Nohr. If I am relieved of my duty, I... I... I don’t know where I would go, n... nor what I would do.”
“Ah... yes, I see. I understand completely how you feel! So you wish to go through with the replacement?”
”Yes, and I don’t care how you do it, but I cannot lose my status as an officer. It is simply out of the question.”
“Ahh... I am inspired by your passion, fraulein.”
“I... I did not get your name, by the way.”
“Oh, me? Well... you will call me the Doctor.”
“Aha! Lady von Brandt, I presume?”
“That is correct... and you are?”
“Weston, Weston Aldanier, at your service! I’ve heard great things about you!”
“Ah... have you, now?”
“Oh, yes, yes! I am also incredibly happy that you would test our prosthetic prototype!”
“I was going to ask... there are six fingers?”
“Aha, indeed! This design is meant to be ambidextrous in more ways than one. Impressed?!”
“I shall credit your thoughtfulness.”
“Splendid! My good Doctor, are we about ready?”
“Why, yes, Herr Aldanier.”
“Good, good... now, you did warn her beforehand of some of the... ah, aftereffects?”
“Ah, I suppose I haven’t.”
“... Aftereffects? What aftereffects?”
“Are you strapped in, mademoiselle?”
“... Mr. Aldanier, what aftereffects?”
“Oho, no! Terrible, absolutely terrible of you, my good Doctor! Why wouldn’t you tell our client, hmmmm?”
“Hm, well, I assumed she wouldn’t have refused either way, what with her position on the line...”
“Aha, aha! Why, that makes sense to me! I leave it to you then! Doo-dee-doo-dee-doo...”
“You... you maniacs! What are you going to do to me?!”
“We will essentially be provoking the living darkness inside of your body to accept the prosthetic limb. As with all procedures, there will be the natural sensation of pain, ah, but only until it accepts the prosthetic.”
“... How do you know if it’ll work?! Do you even know what you’re dealing with?!”
“... Completely.”
“Ah... ahhh... YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!”
“A success, I’d say.”
“Mm, yes, quite!”
“Ah... haa... haa... I... I feel... so weak...”
“Yes, you’re right... in fact, it seems that your body had aged rather... dramatically, but the good news is that your body has accepted the prosthetic.”
“Good... good news... you’ve... you’ve... cough... cough-cough!”
“Ah, that’s no good! She’s spitting up blood!”
“Worry not. I shall give her something for that. Here, a handkerchief.”
“Damn you... I didn’t... I didn’t ask for this!”
“No man or woman asks for consequences for good things, fraulein. Can you move the prosthetic?”
“... I... can... but...”
“Then our procedure was a success. Ah, ah, don’t pass out now, my Nohrian patriot. It’s time for you to pick up and leave. Be grateful for the things you’ve been given.”
“Give... give me back my YOUTH-COUGH-COUGH-COUGH!”
“Ah, ah, ah, that is something out of my hands. Now, take it easy on your lungs, they seem to be... a touch more fragile.”
“How... how can I show my face to Lord Iago...”
“You don’t!“
“Wear a hood. You still need to report back to your city tactician, don’t you?”
“Khhk...!”
“Now, now, don’t be so upset! Northella, would you be a dear and wheel her to the barracks? I’m certain that they’ll still recognize her!”
“N... no... don’t... please, I beg of you... don’t take me back to the surface...!”
“Well, that would be an affront to your nobility should a premier captain avoid summons, yes? You have no choice in the matter.”
“... What are you... a demon?”
“Ah, you insult me, fraulein. I am convinced I have helped you for the better. Simply live with that comfort. Good day to you, Fraulein von Brandt.”