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｢ NOW THESE DAYS ARE GONE, I'M NOT SO SELF ASSURED ｣
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BIOGRAPHY —–—
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SOOTHSAYER –-—
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TYPHOON —–-—
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There once was a boy who had learned everything from the sea.
When Roan Ó Faoláin-Roux had first emerged into the broad world that was The Typhoon, he had no idea who he was meant to be. All he had known was that he wanted to see everything. Touch everything. Know everything. It was an impossible goal, but it was one that he wanted to strive for. Those first few days out had been... rough, to say the least. He had learned of allies and enemies he had never even known about before, and he had learned that his very existence would be an insult to some. Back then he had tried to give Greed the benefit of the doubt, but nowadays he could offer no such thing.
Through, all of it, though, there had been Goldie.
That wasn't to say that the rest of his family weren't important to him. Of course they were. Disastrously so. But his cousin had been – still was – someone that Roan had looked up to. It would've been impossible for him not to. After all, she had been the Captain of the entire group. She had seen more than he could ever even imagine, and he wanted to learn as much as he could from her. She was the daughter of the sea, and he wanted nothing more than to know her. And ultimately, he had gotten his wish. With every little exchange of words. Words of encouragement, of grief, of love... his life had been a roller coaster, ever since he had been just a child. He had not only lived to see The Typhoon thrive, but he had also lived to see his family fall. He would never forget the day he had seen Jaime's body – he doubted he ever even had a chance to.
Through all of it, though, there had been Goldie. Goldenluxury Roux was a steadying presence in the lives of everyone throughout The Typhoon, and Roan was far from the exception. He had always looked up to her, and she was even part of the reason why he had become a medic. He wanted to be able to help others, just like Goldie did every day. And had his job as a medic brought him hardship? Oh, most definitely. He wasn't sure he'd even be the person he was today if it wasn't for all of the suffering he had seen. Yet still... he was proud. He was glad that he had chosen to become a medic, and he had never even considered leaving the position behind. The one time he had even glanced sideways at retirement... it hadn't lasted more than a week. He had known he couldn't just turn his back on those that needed his help. And once again, Goldie had been the motivating factor in him deciding to keep his position. Her return from The Pitt all those months ago, and the anxiety he had felt... it had pushed him back where he belonged.
When he had found out Goldie's memories were gone? He had been devastated, really. It had been like a punch to the gut, to know that his cousin and the person who had taught him everything he strived for – intentionally or not – couldn't even remember his name. Yet still, he hadn't voiced that to her when she had woken up. Instead, he had merely been worried for her health, introducing himself and trying to relieve the pain that she felt. Some might've seen his actions as selfless, but they really couldn't have been more selfish. He needed Goldie in his life, and risking pushing her away over something she couldn't control? He couldn't take that. It would break him, more than anything else had.
It had taken a while for him to fully come to terms with Goldie's lack of memories, but he had managed. He had managed by spending every moment he could with her, getting to know her all over again, not only as a friend and someone he had learned a great deal from, but as a sister. She was family through and through, and even though it sometimes hurt to see the lack of recognition in her gaze... he could handle it. Because ultimately, Goldenluxury Roux was not the sum of her memories. Although her experiences had been important, they were not what made her herself. Goldenluxury Roux was Goldenluxury Roux because that was who she was, and nothing would change that. And that was good enough for Roan. Good enough for him to not fall apart, and good enough for him to grow even closer to her than before. Good enough to make her his sage, because he knew the great capacity that she had for helping others.
It was because of his trust in her that he felt no worries sending her out for herbs that day. He had figured she would enjoy a walk, and it wasn't as if he wanted to keep her cooped up in the temple with him all day. Perhaps it would've been for the best if he had, however. Then maybe... none of this would've happened. Maybe then she would be fine, and happy, and talking casually with him... he knew better than to think that way, though.
A frantic call of his name was almost never a good sign, and the soothsayer knew it. It came with the territory that he would be shouted over whenever anybody was injured, and Roan could immediately feel his heart sinking when Deldrach called for him. It didn't help that the smell of burnt fur and flesh lingered on the air, only serving to make his anxieties worse. With a short snarl from the back of his throat, the siamese turned to grab his satchel, his teeth digging into the cloth as he turned and ran, half sprinting and half stumbling in his frantic rush to reach his patient. Unfortunately, the sense of dread in his heart only grew heavier and heavier as he drew closer, and the scent of Goldie reached him. Deldrach, Danny, and Goldie... considering Deldrach had been the one to call out for him, that left only two possibilities, and neither were good.
When he finally drew close to the scene, his worst fears were realized. Although Goldie was in a different form, it would've been impossible for him to mistake her for anybody else. That gaze, bright and icy as always, was practically a trademark at this point. Even worse, the scent of someone else familiar lingered on the air. Caesar Cipher. For someone Roan had barely even ever met, he sure was number one on the soothsayer's hitlist. Feeling anger and worry bubbling up in his chest, Roan was quick to drop his satchel to the ground, his voice coming out rough and frantic as he dug through it, "Maldito Cipher. No puedo creer que hizo esto. Juro a Dios, si alguna vez lo veo, voy a rasgar sus tripas y agregarlas a la decoración de la puerta...¹" It had been a while since he had properly utilized his Spanish knowledge, but cussing out Caesar seemed like a perfectly good use of it.
With a heavy sigh, it wasn't long before Roan pulled out several things, including bandages, marigold, and chickweed, along with some comfrey root. As he began to prepare a poultice for Goldie's wounds, the feline found himself once again muttering, "Superarás esto, Goldie. Te lo prometo, estoy aquí para ti...²" It was doubtful that she would understand him much at the moment, given her collapsed and half-conscious state, but hopefully his comforting tone of voice would get through. Once the poultice was done, he carefully applied it to his paws, aiming to gently touch and treat the caracal's burn wounds with it. The marigold, chickweed, and comfrey root would hopefully help to ease the pain of the burns, as well as make sure they didn't get infected. Then, once the mixture was fully applied, he moved to cover the wounds with bandages, just to make sure they had even less of a chance to get infected. He then aimed to apply the last of the marigold to her more minor scratches, covering those up as well.
Curiously, Roan found that his stomach was churning, uncomfortably and anxiously. He knew it wasn't because of the other's injuries. After all, he had treated extensive burns and scratches many times before. However... it was different this time, when it was Goldie. Just as it had been different when he had been treating his mama, or Jaime, or Trygve... it hurt. However, he still attempted to keep his cool, even as his stomach twisted into knots and his heart sunk down into his stomach, wanting to hide from the outside world. He couldn't just hide away though, and he knew it. Turning his blue gaze towards Deldrach and Danny, the male managed to grit out, "C... Can one of you go and get her some water to drink? It'll help wash down the pain killers." Afterwards, he turned back to Goldie, reaching into his satchel and pulling out some dock, as well as some poppy seeds. He gently placed them in front of her, muttering in a soothing tone, "Goldie... I know you're hurting, but here. Please take these... they'll help ease your pain." Would it help to ease the pain of what had happened, though? Would it help to ease the fear this encounter would no doubt bring?
It was best not to think about that, though. So for the moment, he didn't. In fact, he tried not to think of anything at all. Instead, he just remained by Goldie's side, waiting to make sure she took the painkillers. There was nothing more that he could do, except wait for her to be brought back to the temple. Once they were there... he would do everything in his power to make sure that she was comfortable and recovering well, as he always did. As he always would do.
After all, that was what he had learned from her, the daughter of the sea.
( ¹ "Damned Cipher. I can't believe he did this. I swear to God, if I ever see him, I'm gonna tear out his guts and add them to the gate decoration..." (very roughly)
² "You'll overcome this, Goldie. I promise you, I'm here for you..." )[/td][/tr][/table]
When Roan Ó Faoláin-Roux had first emerged into the broad world that was The Typhoon, he had no idea who he was meant to be. All he had known was that he wanted to see everything. Touch everything. Know everything. It was an impossible goal, but it was one that he wanted to strive for. Those first few days out had been... rough, to say the least. He had learned of allies and enemies he had never even known about before, and he had learned that his very existence would be an insult to some. Back then he had tried to give Greed the benefit of the doubt, but nowadays he could offer no such thing.
Through, all of it, though, there had been Goldie.
That wasn't to say that the rest of his family weren't important to him. Of course they were. Disastrously so. But his cousin had been – still was – someone that Roan had looked up to. It would've been impossible for him not to. After all, she had been the Captain of the entire group. She had seen more than he could ever even imagine, and he wanted to learn as much as he could from her. She was the daughter of the sea, and he wanted nothing more than to know her. And ultimately, he had gotten his wish. With every little exchange of words. Words of encouragement, of grief, of love... his life had been a roller coaster, ever since he had been just a child. He had not only lived to see The Typhoon thrive, but he had also lived to see his family fall. He would never forget the day he had seen Jaime's body – he doubted he ever even had a chance to.
Through all of it, though, there had been Goldie. Goldenluxury Roux was a steadying presence in the lives of everyone throughout The Typhoon, and Roan was far from the exception. He had always looked up to her, and she was even part of the reason why he had become a medic. He wanted to be able to help others, just like Goldie did every day. And had his job as a medic brought him hardship? Oh, most definitely. He wasn't sure he'd even be the person he was today if it wasn't for all of the suffering he had seen. Yet still... he was proud. He was glad that he had chosen to become a medic, and he had never even considered leaving the position behind. The one time he had even glanced sideways at retirement... it hadn't lasted more than a week. He had known he couldn't just turn his back on those that needed his help. And once again, Goldie had been the motivating factor in him deciding to keep his position. Her return from The Pitt all those months ago, and the anxiety he had felt... it had pushed him back where he belonged.
When he had found out Goldie's memories were gone? He had been devastated, really. It had been like a punch to the gut, to know that his cousin and the person who had taught him everything he strived for – intentionally or not – couldn't even remember his name. Yet still, he hadn't voiced that to her when she had woken up. Instead, he had merely been worried for her health, introducing himself and trying to relieve the pain that she felt. Some might've seen his actions as selfless, but they really couldn't have been more selfish. He needed Goldie in his life, and risking pushing her away over something she couldn't control? He couldn't take that. It would break him, more than anything else had.
It had taken a while for him to fully come to terms with Goldie's lack of memories, but he had managed. He had managed by spending every moment he could with her, getting to know her all over again, not only as a friend and someone he had learned a great deal from, but as a sister. She was family through and through, and even though it sometimes hurt to see the lack of recognition in her gaze... he could handle it. Because ultimately, Goldenluxury Roux was not the sum of her memories. Although her experiences had been important, they were not what made her herself. Goldenluxury Roux was Goldenluxury Roux because that was who she was, and nothing would change that. And that was good enough for Roan. Good enough for him to not fall apart, and good enough for him to grow even closer to her than before. Good enough to make her his sage, because he knew the great capacity that she had for helping others.
It was because of his trust in her that he felt no worries sending her out for herbs that day. He had figured she would enjoy a walk, and it wasn't as if he wanted to keep her cooped up in the temple with him all day. Perhaps it would've been for the best if he had, however. Then maybe... none of this would've happened. Maybe then she would be fine, and happy, and talking casually with him... he knew better than to think that way, though.
A frantic call of his name was almost never a good sign, and the soothsayer knew it. It came with the territory that he would be shouted over whenever anybody was injured, and Roan could immediately feel his heart sinking when Deldrach called for him. It didn't help that the smell of burnt fur and flesh lingered on the air, only serving to make his anxieties worse. With a short snarl from the back of his throat, the siamese turned to grab his satchel, his teeth digging into the cloth as he turned and ran, half sprinting and half stumbling in his frantic rush to reach his patient. Unfortunately, the sense of dread in his heart only grew heavier and heavier as he drew closer, and the scent of Goldie reached him. Deldrach, Danny, and Goldie... considering Deldrach had been the one to call out for him, that left only two possibilities, and neither were good.
When he finally drew close to the scene, his worst fears were realized. Although Goldie was in a different form, it would've been impossible for him to mistake her for anybody else. That gaze, bright and icy as always, was practically a trademark at this point. Even worse, the scent of someone else familiar lingered on the air. Caesar Cipher. For someone Roan had barely even ever met, he sure was number one on the soothsayer's hitlist. Feeling anger and worry bubbling up in his chest, Roan was quick to drop his satchel to the ground, his voice coming out rough and frantic as he dug through it, "Maldito Cipher. No puedo creer que hizo esto. Juro a Dios, si alguna vez lo veo, voy a rasgar sus tripas y agregarlas a la decoración de la puerta...¹" It had been a while since he had properly utilized his Spanish knowledge, but cussing out Caesar seemed like a perfectly good use of it.
With a heavy sigh, it wasn't long before Roan pulled out several things, including bandages, marigold, and chickweed, along with some comfrey root. As he began to prepare a poultice for Goldie's wounds, the feline found himself once again muttering, "Superarás esto, Goldie. Te lo prometo, estoy aquí para ti...²" It was doubtful that she would understand him much at the moment, given her collapsed and half-conscious state, but hopefully his comforting tone of voice would get through. Once the poultice was done, he carefully applied it to his paws, aiming to gently touch and treat the caracal's burn wounds with it. The marigold, chickweed, and comfrey root would hopefully help to ease the pain of the burns, as well as make sure they didn't get infected. Then, once the mixture was fully applied, he moved to cover the wounds with bandages, just to make sure they had even less of a chance to get infected. He then aimed to apply the last of the marigold to her more minor scratches, covering those up as well.
Curiously, Roan found that his stomach was churning, uncomfortably and anxiously. He knew it wasn't because of the other's injuries. After all, he had treated extensive burns and scratches many times before. However... it was different this time, when it was Goldie. Just as it had been different when he had been treating his mama, or Jaime, or Trygve... it hurt. However, he still attempted to keep his cool, even as his stomach twisted into knots and his heart sunk down into his stomach, wanting to hide from the outside world. He couldn't just hide away though, and he knew it. Turning his blue gaze towards Deldrach and Danny, the male managed to grit out, "C... Can one of you go and get her some water to drink? It'll help wash down the pain killers." Afterwards, he turned back to Goldie, reaching into his satchel and pulling out some dock, as well as some poppy seeds. He gently placed them in front of her, muttering in a soothing tone, "Goldie... I know you're hurting, but here. Please take these... they'll help ease your pain." Would it help to ease the pain of what had happened, though? Would it help to ease the fear this encounter would no doubt bring?
It was best not to think about that, though. So for the moment, he didn't. In fact, he tried not to think of anything at all. Instead, he just remained by Goldie's side, waiting to make sure she took the painkillers. There was nothing more that he could do, except wait for her to be brought back to the temple. Once they were there... he would do everything in his power to make sure that she was comfortable and recovering well, as he always did. As he always would do.
After all, that was what he had learned from her, the daughter of the sea.
( ¹ "Damned Cipher. I can't believe he did this. I swear to God, if I ever see him, I'm gonna tear out his guts and add them to the gate decoration..." (very roughly)
² "You'll overcome this, Goldie. I promise you, I'm here for you..." )[/td][/tr][/table]
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