04-14-2020, 01:34 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]"Hello."
The Typhoon always seemed to go quiet, in the late evening. The usual hub of the bay shifted to beachgoers watching the sunset, and lanterns in windows began to flicker on as his peers - his family - retired for the night. When Goldie had announced that she was seeking a new medic, a distant flicker in the back of his mind had made itself present, and all the more pressing as the days went by. It was not the first time he had been reminded of these faded memories, and the flashback nightmares that kept him from trusting too many too soon began to show him images of needle points, scalpels. He felt himself swim under anesthetics without any drug seeping into his bones.
He decided that he had to channel this, some way, somehow.
And thus Ahab began to prepare. He was slow to each this decision, his hesitations many; but as he began to gather the materials he needed, the nightmares ebbed, flowed, pushed themselves back out to sea. They were manageable, at least. They would never leave him, he knew, but at the very least, he could show them who ran the show.
"I am going to be teaching a lesson in first aid for various poisons." The bear was not keen on speaking out, but he made a place for himself in a pleasant-looking alcove of beachside erosion. A few labelled containers lined the space between the wide berth of his paws, and a tray of vials sat just within reach. A spread of mushrooms were arranged on another metal plate. A bucket of seawater sloshed uneasily when he shifted in his seat. "We will begin with poisonous mushrooms, as foraging can be a very dangerous hobby. We'll end with dangerous creatures that are common to this region. Please take a seat."
The Typhoon always seemed to go quiet, in the late evening. The usual hub of the bay shifted to beachgoers watching the sunset, and lanterns in windows began to flicker on as his peers - his family - retired for the night. When Goldie had announced that she was seeking a new medic, a distant flicker in the back of his mind had made itself present, and all the more pressing as the days went by. It was not the first time he had been reminded of these faded memories, and the flashback nightmares that kept him from trusting too many too soon began to show him images of needle points, scalpels. He felt himself swim under anesthetics without any drug seeping into his bones.
He decided that he had to channel this, some way, somehow.
And thus Ahab began to prepare. He was slow to each this decision, his hesitations many; but as he began to gather the materials he needed, the nightmares ebbed, flowed, pushed themselves back out to sea. They were manageable, at least. They would never leave him, he knew, but at the very least, he could show them who ran the show.
"I am going to be teaching a lesson in first aid for various poisons." The bear was not keen on speaking out, but he made a place for himself in a pleasant-looking alcove of beachside erosion. A few labelled containers lined the space between the wide berth of his paws, and a tray of vials sat just within reach. A spread of mushrooms were arranged on another metal plate. A bucket of seawater sloshed uneasily when he shifted in his seat. "We will begin with poisonous mushrooms, as foraging can be a very dangerous hobby. We'll end with dangerous creatures that are common to this region. Please take a seat."
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LOOK WELL UPON MY FACE
LOOK WELL UPON MY FACE