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SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Just a day or so ago, Roan had been in what some might have thought of as his most vulnerable state in the entirety of his life. He had been pained and exhausted, overjoyed by Goldie waking up only to become devastated when he had realized she no longer remembered him. Needless to say, he wasn't doing particularly well right now. Nevertheless, nobody could really call the soothsayer vulnerable at the moment. Instead, he was even more hostile than usual, lashing out at anything and anyone that wasn't a patient of his. Goldie was the exception, obviously, but her presence also proved to bring him nothing but pain, his heart consistently aching every time he went in or out of the temple.

It was even harder when she decided to leave the temple, even if he knew why she was doing it. She was trying to regain all that she had lost, relearn about the place they all called home... still, he wished that she would rest a little while longer. Being in a coma for a few days didn't really count, at least in his eyes. He voiced this as he approached where Keona and Goldie were, tone tired, "You should be resting, you know. No telling what kind of people could be out here..." Coalition members, intent on getting revenge for their leader. Iron Forged bastards, trying to steal something else... it wasn't safe.

Turning his attention to the person who had showed up, Roan found himself pausing. His wings shifted along his spine, ears flattening as Coal began to babble on about rain, of all things. The medic wasn't able to hold himself back as he grumbled, eyes narrowing slightly, "You talk like you're constantly having some kind of stroke." His voice was dry, and cold, and he immediately moved on to introductions, wanting to get back to the temple as soon as possible, "My name is Roan Ó Foaláin-Roux. I'm the soothsayer, one of the healers here in The Typhoon. If you sustain some kind of injury or want to bring me coffee, you can feel free to come see me. Otherwise, I'm not interested." Perhaps if he had been in a slightly better mental state, the siamese would've at least made an attempt to be friendly. However, as things were, he had no interest in sugarcoating how he dealt with things.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan