CHULANE
why do things happen with no reason or rhyme?
why does it feel like we're running out of time?
why does it feel like we're running out of time?
"It's alright mate," the vet sighed, resigned to hearing the circular ramblings of a madman for the foreseeable future. He genuinely wished there was more he could do, a way he could solve it for the ascended, for his friend… He decided he would try his best, at least.
The vet rose, and ambled his way to the office behind the bar or wherever the office is, and wrote up a note that read 'Closed' in clear lettering. Then he wandered back to the front door, opened it, and stuck the note to the door. It would at least stop some potential for spread, if this illness was contagious. He flicked the lock over after he shut the door.
"Are you tired?" he came to stand by Neron once more, looking over the ascended curiously. He knew they didn't need to sleep, but then, they weren't supposed to be able to get sick either. "Let's get you to bed," he said with authority, preparing to help the man rise again, and direct him to one of the many rooms the Kraai had.
Was he planning to lock the ascended away in here until he could get more of an idea of what he was dealing with? Maybe.
The vet rose, and ambled his way to the office behind the bar or wherever the office is, and wrote up a note that read 'Closed' in clear lettering. Then he wandered back to the front door, opened it, and stuck the note to the door. It would at least stop some potential for spread, if this illness was contagious. He flicked the lock over after he shut the door.
"Are you tired?" he came to stand by Neron once more, looking over the ascended curiously. He knew they didn't need to sleep, but then, they weren't supposed to be able to get sick either. "Let's get you to bed," he said with authority, preparing to help the man rise again, and direct him to one of the many rooms the Kraai had.
Was he planning to lock the ascended away in here until he could get more of an idea of what he was dealing with? Maybe.
how do we keep going, through the dark?
why are we here at all, lost in the dark?
why are we here at all, lost in the dark?
