Visiting Hours, Party Hours

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Who: Ianchus, anyone coming by the clinic.
What: Visitation, beratement, and/or patient gossip.
Where: The Clinic.
When: Early-ish August, after this and this.
Warnings: Injuries and stuff? Probably not much.



Nothing injured but my pride. That was a common phrase he'd heard among the explorer-mercenaries after any sort of slip-up, their fault or not. Ianchus' favorite version of that would be to say he had no pride, so he had nothing to hurt.

And yet, there seemed an odd little ache now, in addition to the massive ache that was his whole body (his wounds had been fixed, his ribs wrapped, his cuts stitched, and he was on the way to mending, at the very least).

It looked like he had some sort of pride after all, that could be wounded, small as it was. And Ianchus realized that, despite his idiosyncracies...that for the time being, he was tired of wounds.


He'd been quite surprised at how many people had responded to his half-incoherent messages--even to just check if he was alright after seeing all the other responses. He was...grateful. Incredibly grateful. Everyone was trying to survive here, and yet nobody seemed to want to watch others die, no matter how foolish.

Ianchus had managed to find spare twine, cloth, rope, and other similar objects around the clinic, and he'd whiled away the hours once he was awake by making Cephean sailors' good-luck charms; braiding several different kinds of materials together into a thick rope was not only relaxing (and would keep him from going stir-crazy in his bed), but it was the only way he could think of to repay the people he was grateful to. A little luck would certainly be useful, wouldn't it?

Thankfully he's well enough now to receive visitors. Are you a fellow patient? Have you come to check on him? Admonish him, perhaps? God, but he could really use the company.

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back like...the 5th idk

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While not the attending physician who treated Ianchus initially, Law is well aware that he's around. He checks in on him occasionally as per proper procedure, but so far hasn't engaged him in whatever is keeping him occupied in his bed. At least, when it's his turn to perform an examination, he can do it hands-off, checking on those busted ribs with his own methods.

"I can Scan from here," he assures, stretching out a hand. "No need to even hold still."

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"Ah, Captain Law. Be that as it may, I wouldn't mind your company."

Ianchus grins, tilting his head. The man's rather quiet, but it's quite interesting to see him in person nevertheless. A real pirate captain!

"And how are preparations going?"

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He is in all his stupidly tall and gloomy glory, surrounding his patient with the Room in order to Scan and assure himself that the ribs are healing just fine. It's there and then gone, blipping out of existence silently.

"Well enough," he answers, though the look on his face doesn't exactly inspire cheerfulness. "What do you think, will you be up for joining us on board by the time we sail? It's still going to be at least another week."

He knows the injuries won't quite heal by then, but he wouldn't be the first sailor to decide it's good enough and soldier on through the twinges of pain.

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Ianchus takes a deep breath, running his hands through his hair, and sits back with a heavy sigh.

"Ah. I think. Perhaps. It would be for the best if I stayed. Not being at full ability in such a dangerous situation..."

It's true, his ribs still ache badly, but the reason the words come out hard is because that's not the entire reason. He's studying Law's face as he speaks, wondering if he's the type whose expression betrays what he's thinking.

[hot_mes]

Such hesitation doesn't go unnoticed, but Law's problem is that he just doesn't care enough to dig deeper. If Ianchus has his reasons, so be it. Who is Trafalgar Law to pry?

"For the best," he agrees. "It's hard having a crew member at half strength, especially if the sea out there turns out rougher than it looks." He tips his head in a quick nod. "Rest, then. You'll be at the mercy of the other staff while I'm gone."

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"Mmm. I suppose that means I'll actually be getting mercy, ah? And you. Take care out there...here."

He picks up one of the braided pieces from his table, holding it out to Law.

"I'm from a nation with many sailors. Here. It's a charm against calamity. I can offer this, at the very least."

His eyes stay fixed on him, interest clear there.

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All tact aside, Law's lips twist in a bit of wry bemusement. He still takes the braided amulet, but holding it sort of like a slightly overripe fish. "A charm," he repeats, not hiding his disdain for luck and magic. "Ah. Well, if it'll make you feel better..."

He doesn't believe in such luck, and will be extraordinarily annoyed when weighed down by even more of them from Atem, but it literally is the least he can do to ease the mind of someone who doesn't get to go along. Besides, Ianchus is a sailor, so he gets a slight pass compared to all the civilians they're leaving behind. "...all right, then," he decides, shoving it in a back pocket of his jeans.

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He can't help but make a noise of amusement at the careless way Law shoves it into his pocket. He can't blame him for that, really--if different countries had different superstitions, then different worlds...

But ah, the "effort" is touching.

"I'm glad you've managed to find a capable crew, otherwise." Rey, at the very least, seems like someone who can be trusted on a boat. But...

"...Caedra is coming on your ship as well?"

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His incurable assholery is also part of it, don't forget that.

His brow twitches slightly at the query, but at the same time, his eyes narrow in a vague smirk-like expression. "Yeah. I know how to deal with her. She's part of the dive team."

He can't be mad, he knows everybody is wary of her and nobody has any insight to his own thoughts. His ability to handle her goes way beyond their personal feelings, he's actually steeled for eventual betrayal and prepared to take her down at any time. Something no one can know about him.

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Deal with her. Ianchus chuckles, looking up at Law with amusement. But he acknowledges the sure way he says it, with something like respect.

"It's not always possible to avoid danger, I suppose. Keeping one's wits about oneself on the ocean is non-negotiable, ah?"

He sighs, settling back, stretching his neck. "Do tell me how it goes." Shame. He would have loved to feel the ocean wind in his hair.

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"True." He finishes his quick once-over, glad to see that there's not much he needs to be doing right here and now, and nods. "You'll get all the stories when we get back, I'm sure."