After Effects [Finished]

[Kasatsu]

There really was nothing like alchol to bring a pleasent end to the day. Taking a deep gulp of the remaing amber liquid, the mouse thunked the glass mug on the countertop. Deciding that he had had enough for the day, he waved off the offer of a refill and headed out the door.

Blinking a little at the sudden changed of the light intensity, the rodent made his way back towards the inn he was staying at. His plan for the remainder of the evening was that of sleeping off the effects of his indulgence and cursing the world when the effects took place the next morning.

Deciding to take the back roads in hopes of making his trip shorter, he headed towards the alleyway on the side of the bar and pub. His eyes thanking him for the darker route, he made his way easily, though not necessarily in a straight line, through the shadows. Smelling something strange ahead he stopped and sniffed the air.

The smell was . . .strange. Nothing he had smelt before could explain the scent he was smelling now. His attention was brought to the creature that was spralled in the alley. It appeared as if the creature had injested too many spirits and was now uncouncious, his body sleeping it off . . . but that could not account for the smell.

His interest captivated, he inched forward, prodding the figure with his glove wrapped hand.

[seraaches]

The large green form really wasn’t in fabulous condition; a fact that easily became salient when others drew near. Mostly unconscious, the stallion groaned softly when he was prodded, though it was difficult to tell exactly why at first. He was recovering from being drunk, drugged, poisoned multiple times, attacked by mutant banders, and then abandoned in the street. Of course, of all of these events, the horse only knew of the first one for sure and vaguely of the banders. He was not yet cognizant enough to recognize the final occurrence.

For now, the horse made another soft sound of discomfort, head thrashing slightly upwards before falling gently back down to the street again. The beginning of consciousness slowly overcame him and the first inclinations of pain threatened to make the trip go quite faster. This would not be a happy journey and Rai’s subconscious mind tried to find a way to retreat back into darkness.

[Kasatsu]

When the creature, now identified as a horse, made a protesting noise at being poked by the much smaller rodent, he jumped back in surprise. While he was happy that the creature was not dead - cause that would be a lovely occurance to have to explain off his hands, the creature's thrasing still caused his heart to pound.

Standing back a safe enough distance as not to be squished by the larger mammals' thrashing, he watched. When the horse seemed to have quited down, he inched forward again, cautiously.

Peering into the creature's face he saw that he creature seemed to have finally passed out. The wounds that covered the body alone looked painful, he could only imagine the pain they were causing the horse. It was also apparent that the horse needed help.

Surveying the creature for a moment longer and determing that it was indeed unlikely that it would be moving on its own any time soon, the mouse wondered off heading straight 'home' for the inn and in search of help.

[Thalron]

Machaon hated the capital. well, no he didn't really hate the capital, he hated all the dumb struck, or horrified stares he got all the time from the people whom inhabited it. Not to mention he had to do all his business during the day, well... almost all of his business. There were a couple night owls who he knew out here. Not that it mattered, he had done everything he had intended to already and was just waiting till morning so he could start on his way home.

at the moment he was just milling about within his room though, he could be attempting to sleep... but it was far too clean for his tastes, it reminded him of the only clean place you could hope to find in his own home... the operating room. Maybe he'd be able to sleep after he finished reorganizing his tools again.

A few minutes later he decided to try reading a book; however, a couple seconds later after that he found there was nothing to read. He needed more hobbies than just cutting people open and tinkering with their insides. Maybe he could take up calligraphy.

[Kasatsu]

Scampering into the inn, he made his way over towards the innkeeper. Though only his horns cleared the counter, he made his presence known by clearing his voice in a pointed manner.

“My good man, do you know where I would be able to find a doctor at this hour?” He asked when he had finally gained the man’s attention.

The innkeeper stared at him a moment as if he was trying to judge the worth of the mouse’s words before replying, “Your best chance would be Machaon.”

“Machaon?” he asked, unfamiliar with the name.

“As it happens he is staying here in this inn. I can give you his room, though I sincerely doubt that it will do you any good. He is not one to associate with others.” Raising his eyebrow at the last comment he decided he would give this doctor a try. After all it was not he, himself, which needed the help.

Following the man’s directions he made his way towards the anti-social physician. Arriving at the room’s door he knocked twice.

[Thalron]

The light was on within the room as the mouse approached, and if he were observant he'd be able to spot the consistent passing of a shadow along the crack under the door... Machaon had been very unsuccessful in his attempts to get to sleep or occupy himself and was currently pacing. He didn't really like pacing but... well, he was doing it anyways. He was about mid-room when he heard foot steps, he thought nothing of it at first but then they stopped, right at his door. How odd.

He sighed lightly and reached out to the knob, grasping it as the first knock rang out through the room, pulling the doors open just as the second knock was made against the wooden door. he looked about afew times before looking down at the red antlered mouse... How... odd? Not that he was really one to talk, the blood tubes and grafted on skin was not exactly the most normal thing to see on someone. "Yes? What is it?" He sounded a little snappish, but secretly was longing for some kind of disaster to take him away from this monotony he was currently suffering within his room. Maybe this mouse-elope was coming back from some grisly murder? an out of control bar fight? The weasel sniffed at the air, he didn't smell any obvious signs of blood... He did smell the stench of alcohol though, hope yet?

He just really, really... REALLY hoped this was not another 'hey doc, do you know any of those hangover cure thinger mabobs' that he was prone to get by random bar-goers.

[Kasatsu]

For a moment he thought that it was the alcohol taking over his brain and creating this . . . creature before him. When, after many slow blinks, and an inquisitive tilt to the head, it did not change or dissolve, he decided it would be a ‘safe’ bet to say that this was real.

After hesitantly accepting that the image in front of him was real, he became distracted for a long moment by the different tubes that seemed to come out of his skin, going back in at another spot, and the reddish liquid that flowed through them. It was simply fascinating. The skin grafts were something he did not even have words for.

With a clearing of the throat from the creature, the mouse’s attention was brought back to the matter at hand.

“You would not happen to be Machaon, the doctor?” He asked, sitting on his hind legs, continuing before the weasel had replied. “I have a creature in need of your help. Interested?”

[Thalron]

Machaon stood there patiently for some time as the addle brained critter got over the horror, fascination or whatever he may be feeling about the 'monstrousity' infront of him. Yes, he had tubes coming out of him, yes his face was half covered in human skin, and yes he was a doctor. One of the tubes gurgled lightly and twitched when he cleared his throat pointedly. Finally the little creature had snapped out of it.

"Yes, I am Machaon. I would ask how you found me but I'm assuming you asked one of the yokels outside." he sighed and raised an eyeridge at the little mouse for a moment... a creature? that was an interesting choice of words, he wondered what the mouse's point of view on the thing in question was. "I'm not a vet, I work on people normally, not 'creatures'." he answered with a sigh, he didn't like being refered to as a creature, and tended to extend that feeling onto the others around him. He stepped back into his room for just a moment though, not bother to close the door though, as he was just inside long enough to grab his medical bag. "And yes I am interested, anything to break the monotony of this place, I don't even care if it's a stray cat." It might have become a bit obvious he was rather desperate for a distraction at the speed in which he went from slightly snappish to mentally trying to speed up the little critter.

He kind of hoped that the mouse had not seen that large patch of blood in part of the room... He hadn't had the time to properly clean that little bit up.

[Kasatsu]

He tapped his foot in impatience while he waited for the doctor to get his bag. Heaving a mock sigh and throwing the weasel a look that said ‘about time’ he led the way out of the inn. He reminded himself that it would not do to aggravate the doctor either, though it was not his personal care that he needed. It just sounded like a bad idea.

Once outside he threw a glance over his shoulder to make sure that the doctor was still following, before he quickened his speed. He was not willing to go into a full out run for the horse, but he knew that it would be wise for the horse’s sake to not dawdle. Deciding for both their sakes that it would be better if they took the back alleys to the bar, he led the way; he walked a little in front of the weasel, meaning no offense by it.

Deciding to make sure that the doctor did not think they were going on a wild chase, he called thier destination over his shoulder as they ran. "He is next to the Furgus' Bar and Pub."

[Thalron]

Machaon almost stopped as they began to enter the alley, he didn't really like this setup... Not that he had many enemies, or anything of value to rob, but being dragged along to some unkown destination through the alleys by an unknown individual was a bit... worrying. But then the little mouse said where they were going, and he knew this was indeed the way to reach that bar.

The mouse was in a real hurry though, and with a sigh he switched to hold his bag in his teeth and sped up a bit, He just hoped that when he got there it was something important... Or in the very least amusing. Improvised weapons in bars sometimes had some... Comical injuries.

He'd have asked if the mouse knew the wounded 'creature' in question, but his mouth was now a bit full.