08-15-2018, 10:50 PM
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Pip couldn't imagine losing his parents. It was inevitable, because he was a doctor and death came with the career, but he supposed he pictured it as a domestic sort of death, maybe the pair passing in their sleep or, at the very least, together. A gruesome end wasn't one he could even begin to fathom. For all his friendliness and ability to work with people, he hadn't made friends- most people he met were patients, so there was an undeniable professional divide between them that required Pip to keep from getting too attached. His parents were the most permanent aspect of his life, were his foundation; everything he knew was credited to them, and to lose that would be...well, it would unbalance everything he knew, and he would be utterly alone on a crumbling platform. Pip knew the twists of life were rarely kind, but if there was just one thing that he could have move smoothly, it was his parents'. They deserved a peaceful conclusion, as did many others out in the world.
He didn't need to be told that rarely happened.
For now, at least, he had his goal to keep him distracted, although there hadn't been many in need of his help in San Creado beyond the couple from earlier. He wanted to enjoy the bit of quiet before it erupted, but the fact that it would, sooner or later, go out with a bang kept him from relaxing fully. Pip would rather risk the stress than someone's well-being, after all, and so as he took a walk through the small town, he continued compiling an on-going inventory list. It wasn't restricted to his own needs; he took into account some of the things he noticed missing in San Creado as well, and was just finishing a line when he noticed someone standing by the sign. When he came closer, it didn't escape his notice that he was injured and worse for wear.
Pip doubted what he could see was the extent of it.
"Are you all right? I'm Pip, a doctor. Would you let me look at your arms?" Whoever he was, he looked unsettled, and Pip assumed it was a remnant of the attack. Or whatever else put him in this state, but Pip doubted it wasn't what he'd already suspected.
[div style="width: 507px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.1"]He didn't need to be told that rarely happened.
For now, at least, he had his goal to keep him distracted, although there hadn't been many in need of his help in San Creado beyond the couple from earlier. He wanted to enjoy the bit of quiet before it erupted, but the fact that it would, sooner or later, go out with a bang kept him from relaxing fully. Pip would rather risk the stress than someone's well-being, after all, and so as he took a walk through the small town, he continued compiling an on-going inventory list. It wasn't restricted to his own needs; he took into account some of the things he noticed missing in San Creado as well, and was just finishing a line when he noticed someone standing by the sign. When he came closer, it didn't escape his notice that he was injured and worse for wear.
Pip doubted what he could see was the extent of it.
"Are you all right? I'm Pip, a doctor. Would you let me look at your arms?" Whoever he was, he looked unsettled, and Pip assumed it was a remnant of the attack. Or whatever else put him in this state, but Pip doubted it wasn't what he'd already suspected.
THEY HAD LIGHTS INSIDE THEIR EYES / INFORMATION / UPDATED 08/11/2018:
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SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU ARE