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What a day to be blue

Date & Time: 7th, morning tiemz
Location: small lake in the woods
Characters: Vanadi and Aileen
Summary: Oh look its that one flirty guy oh he looks sad :CC
Warnings: we shall see??

[Aileen had gone out to the woods again, this time not for the ocean but just to see the lakes nearby. The first one she finds is as bad as she expected; filthy and full of dead water. She's seen the mutant animals running about, this is probably part of that in the first place.

It doesn't take her long to slip out of her shoes and wade a bit in, a ring of clarity stretching out on the water's surface around her ankles. Leaning over to dip her fingers in as well gets the same effect, but she can't help but sigh.

She knows she can clean the lake, knows she can clean the lot of them with just her touch; but she also knows nature is nature and it's only a temporary fix. But still, she wants to try.]

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[It takes her a moment to get all the water off, and for a moment her skirt wavers as she pulls the moisture from it, flashing a calf if he's quick enough to catch it. The scarring is straight through the inside of her legs and she flinches, hand moving automatically to smooth the skirt down.]

If only I were so confident.

[ Well of course he catches it, where else are his eyes behind that mask if not enjoying everything offered to him? It makes him pause, stilled for a few seconds, mouth pulled down into a small frown. ]

Ah... [ One more second, and he's animated again. ] ...I see no reason not to be! There are quite a few magic users here, did you know that?

Oh yes, it's been a huge relief to meet everyone. [That said without meeting his eyes- or well, mask holes. She takes a careful pause to move a a lock of hair aside, silent, before looking back at him with a very sober smile.]

Though, my confidence has always been in my work, I'd have to say.

That work being... [ He makes a vague gesture. ] Your doctoring things?

Yes. I've been a doctor almost all my life, but I never felt choosing one method over the other was utilizing the full spectrum. Magic and simple knowledge of the body can only go so far alone.

[She looks out at the trees around them.] Ready to head back?

Certainly I am. [ He holds out his elbow, clearly looking for an arm to compliment it, but the tone is a little distracted. ]

Tell me, what precisely can you do with the full spectrum?

[She breaths a tiny laugh, but sees no reason not to indulge him.]

Quite a bit in dire situations. Magic has a wider range of capabilities, at least in my own practice; while medical training is far more precise, you don't need to summon the same type of energy or focus if you know exactly how the body is reacting from experience.

[ The nose of the mask points straight ahead, but he watches her sidelong with his next question. ]

Medicine doesn't do very well with old scars, once they've healed over. I suppose it would be too much to expect magic would have a different answer.

Mn. [Her smile tightens, but her voice stays soft.]

It would be, yes. Scars are the wound after its already healed, after all.

[ He nods, and there's another period of quiet stillness as he considers the answer. It's not surprising, really. But now he probably owes Aileen an easy out— something to focus on besides those scars he'd seen a moment ago.

So he shifts, holding out his right arm. He pushes down the cloth of his sleeve to show off the underside of his wrist, and the jagged, dark scar down it. It's about three inches long, narrow, almost black, and with small dark veins radiating outward. ]

A pity! I would love to rid myself of this beauty.

[That definitely takes her mind off the awkwardness before, and she reaches out gently to feel the texture of the scar, making a tut sound under her breath. She scrutinizes it carefully, but eventually frowns over at him in sympathy.] Vanadi...

Oh, none of that now, it's not so bad.

[ He gently pulls his arm back and lowers the sleeve again, rubbing the wrist once or twice through the fabric. It's the least loathed scar he owns, really, and it reminds him of Cittágazze. All in all, he's almost fond of it. ]

And it has an interesting story, at least! "Clawed by a zombie", how many people can claim that, do you think?

[She watches his arm go, pushing away the nagging doctor's instinct to insist she examine it more. But no, she understood the want to hide a scar all too well. And now that she takes a moment to look him over... she wonders if the mask is not just for show, too.

But like a trooper, she smiles back at him.] ...Your guess is as good as mine. I do hope you got it properly looked at afterward, of course?

Oh, eventually. But more importantly, I was looked after by the most gorgeous man in Cittágazze.

[ He drops the arm and takes hers again, watching the trees ahead of them with a wide smile. ]

Oh, you ought to have seen him! Perfect body, a charming smile...

Ah, really now? You must have been quite taken with him.

[She lets him take her arm, glad at least that itself seems gentlemanly and not flirtatious.]

Oh, I was. Am! [ That sounds a little hurried, and the smile drops. ] Just as soon as I find my way back to Cittágazze again, of course.

Cittágazze. Of course. [She keeps her face forward, but watching him in concern from the corner of her eyes.] Then I'm sure your lover is waiting for your return.

He did strike me as the faithful type.

[ He falls silent for a few seconds, then lets out a sigh. ]

I must sound rather mad, talking about these things.

I wouldn't call pining for someone you love, mad.

[But the stuff about windows? Welll..again. Not so far-fetched to her.]

I do think, though, that if you feel so strongly for this man that you might want to take a page from his book.

Oh. You mean— [ Of course she means the sleeping around, it's what everyone always means. So he smiles, because man is he an old hand at this argument by now. ]

He wouldn't mind.

[Mnnope. Not buying what he's selling. The corner of her mouth pulls up a little.]

And you think he'll wait for you? My, he must be quite the patient man.

Oh, he is! Among numerous other virtues. Really, the man was nearly too good.

[ Vanadi kind of hopes he... isn't waiting, actually. A guy like Steve should be happy, not stuck waiting around for someone like Vanadi. ]

Ah, but nevermind that. You'll see what I mean when I find my way back, and there's really no use bragging until then.

Mn, then I really do hope you find your way back to him.

But for now I think it might be better to focus on the here and now. We are stuck a war. [Says the pacifist.]

Of course, yes, our pretty little war. [ That sounds a little amused. ] Not terribly involving, isn't it? I, for one, expected for more explosions.

[Okay. That get's him a slight glare. And her grip at his arm might have have loosened a bit, too.]

I'd have to say I am glad for a lack of them thus far. Healing the sick and dying has put quite enough on my own plate.

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