Goats on the Brain - RPLOG
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Date
23/7/477
Log
The infirmary in the Church of the Creators is quiet, aside from the ocasional shuffling of priestly feet or the rarer still moan of a patient. The room is clean and well lit, with a row of eight beds on either wall. Most of them are empty, but a few hold sleeping invalids.
The silence of the afternoon is broken as a group of beings stumble into the room carrying an obviously injured, Heavy Clan stag.
Cassidy follows in a few paces behind the group with the stag, still all done up in her fancy outfit and mask and a boquet of flowers in her gloved hands. She still felt rather bad about what she had done to the not-imposter stag, and had the mind to give him a get-well-soon gift.
Angus is a step behind Cassidy, pulling the brim of his hat down to hide a scowl that was starting to form as he thought of how the caller managed to escape them last time. He crosses his arms a bit, ears flicking as he moves to make sure that the Stag is okay.
Technetium attempts to sneak out one of the many infirmary doors, having hit her head on the stairs last night. She has managed to put on her normal clothes, albeit with a white bandage strapped around most of her forehead. She eeps sliently as the crowd suddenly floods the room, along with Angus (Whom she slightly recognizes) and Cassidy (Whom she recongizes moderately.) She stands in the doorframe, leaning against it causually as if she meant to be there.
In his quest to find work of the non criminal variety, Thelergramor was tasked with carrying a crate of supplies to the infirmary. Still holding the crate, unsure where to put it down, he turns to look at the group entering with a wounded stag.
Shouldering the weight of Hartford, Savi helps the group lead him to a pace to lie down. Once this is accomplished she turns to the gathered group, as stern and serious as a fern is able (and we all know the levels of sterness a plant can get up to). "Controlling another just to win money from fights.." shaking her head, as if that would make the sentence more sensible, she continues "This must be stopped, that goat must be found," Closing her fist with a loud creaking and popping of her tensed muscles she almost growls the final words. "And dealt with harshly."
A pair of heavy clan orderlies help Hartford onto a bed as the matron, a round little blackbear bustles up to the group accompanying the injured stag. "What has the oaf done now?" the black bear, whom most will recognize as Memna, asks, "I thought we just fixed him up yesterday!" Her look of indignation softens when she looks at the poor brute, then she smirks. "And why is he only wearing silly underwear?" She looks over at Thelergramor with his crate. "Just set it down over there, dear," she says, pointing to an empty table. Then her attention is drawn forcefully back to Saviante. "What do you mean by that, dearie?" she asks, a little stunned.
Cassidy sets her flowers at the bedside before tipping her hat to Memna. "Hello there. Our dearest friend Hartford was in a bit of an incident. Forced to fight against is will, and against an opponent that may have injured him a bit more than intended." Yes.
Angus gives Memna a nod in greeting. "What Cassidy said." He states, pointing towards her before he looks to Saviante. "Hey now, lets not be so hasty. I don't think they did this unmotivated, or alone. We can't go in swinging and guns blazing, if we find him we need to get him to talk, after that you can have him."
Technetium clears her throat, and says a bit loudly in confirmation to Angus, "Of course, we can't just go around killing people. It'd be best to detain the goat you talk about-" she doesn't know what goat the plant is talking about, but hey, always go the route of which you won't get shunned! "- And send him to a place of detaining, like a prison, then initate an interrogation of a sort, of which the violence of may vary, depending on the co-operation level of the subject." She finishes, leaning back into the doorframe. "Now, what goat are you talking about again?" She says a lot quieter.
Thelergramor sets the crate down where indicated, his hands go to his coat pockets as he looks over the wounded stag. Recognizing him as Hartford, the wolf approaches the group. Hearing the talk of control, against his will, and getting someone to talk, Thel grins. "Need someone to speak, eh? Long as you're not too picky on what condition he's in afterward, I'm your guy. Leave prison out of it, can get unpleasant. Assuming he has friends, they might attempt a break. Though, we'd need to find him first." He coughs. "Or we can do it the clean way. No blood, no mess. But, mind control? Goat deserves it." A malicious grin crosses his face.
Remembering her last 'conversation' with the goat in question Savi shruggs. "I'm not so sure letting it talk will be a wise idea." she says softly to Angus before turning to memna. "Dark math twisted his mind." with this the towering plant turns to eye the door, uncomfortable that the deed has gone, as yet, un-punished. "I'm open to suggestions on where to start." With a final thought to the question asked she adds, almost as an afterthought. "It's a goat, I can't be more specific than that. A lot of you meat creatures look the same to me."
Memna fetches a little stool and sets it by the bed where Hartford's groaning has eased a bit, now that he is finally resting. The little black bear priestess looks over the two-toned stag with a frown, taking in his injuries. "Where does it hurt, dear," she asks, her frown deepening when she sees the angry, seared flesh on Hartford's right arm.
Hartford groans, then takes a careful breath, though it obviously pains him. "Ribs," he says, "Arm, and. . . ugh." He does his best to relax and let Memna perform her examination. "Don't know what happened," he mumbles, "Last thing I remember was comin' here for my shoulder."
Memna nods and turns to one of the orderlies, a large Ape being. "Fetch me a Sacred Doctor," she says, "The one with the star on the box, for a preference." She looks over at Technetium as she calls out. "And I think that one should still be resting," she mutters before producing a jar of salve and applying it gently to Hartford's charred arm.
Cassidy tilts her head to the side. "Hm. Really?" She gives a nod to Angus and Thel in greeting. "Any idea who might have come to visit him last time? This is certainly very unusual!"
Angus perks his ears up a bit as Hartford mentions the last thing he remembers. "Did anyone visit you while you were here Hartford?" He asks, before he turns to give both Thele and Tech a nod in greeting. "This is....rather odd I must say, will definitly need to have a nice chat with this one when we find him." He states before he takes a step back and looks around, before his ears perk up. "Memna, where was Hartford placed the last time he was here?"
Technetium looks at the deer, Hartford, and mutters to herself, "That deer is getting himself knocked around lately." She recalls, noting the one wind incident. She glances at Angus, then at Thel, but then completely ignores Menma's comment about herself, slightly miffed about it. She moves out of the doorframe to near the box of supplies that Thelergramor just delivered, merely to get a better view of what's going on.
Thelergramor takes his hands from his pockets, pushes his chin to crack his neck. Looking over Hartford, specifically his wounds. "Hartford should be fine, wounds don't look too bad. But, what do I know? I'm no surgeon." A quick nod is given in greeting to those gathered around. He glances around the room, looking for anything out of place or any goats who may be watching them a little too intently. Silently wondering about this potential visitor, he paces. Thel removes his hat to scratch one of his ears. "Hit your head, Tech?" Noting the bandage on the woman.
