Set me free! | Roan

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If there was one word that anyone within The Typhoon would use to describe Roan, it would be stubborn. Well... maybe that would be after a few other choice words, like dickish, or bitchy. But stubborn was certainly up there, as demonstrated by the myriad of patients that the soothsayer had confined to the temple until he thought they were ready to go. Wavepool was just the latest in a long line, and the medic had to admit that perhaps he was being a bit more of a hardass than usual. But, could you really blame him? Things around The Typhoon lately had been a shitshow, and Roan's last two patients – Danny and Alex – had both gone missing. Danny had obviously been taken by the Coalition, but Alex? Fuck if he knew, and that annoyed him. He didn't like it when patients were taken away from him, especially when that meant they were at an even higher risk of dying. He had seen enough death for several lifetimes over his many months as The Typhoon's soothsayer, and he didn't want to see any more. Hence, why Wave had been so highly restricted.

As for her vampiric tendencies... well, Roan probably wouldn't think all too much of those. After all, Diya and Alexandre were both vampires, alone with Michael as well. Hell, his mama was a cannibal. He really didn't have any right to be judging anyone for their dietary choices, even if it was true that his own diet was as regular as it could really be. He didn't have the vampiric tendencies of his step-mother, half-brother or uncle, nor did he have any desire to eat anyone, like his mama did. Not that he had ever really judged Roxie for that. Why would he? Not only did he love her, but he didn't really see the issue when thus far he had only seen her chow down on their enemies. Namely, Coalition members, who very much deserved the fate they had received. Besides, he didn't really think that his mama's "tendencies" were all that different than any of them eating the prey that they hunted and killed. His one adopted child had been a sentient squirrel, and yet he still found himself eating non-sentient squirrels all the time. So yes, he had noticed Wave's odd eating patterns, but he hadn't really said any about it because he didn't see why he needed to judge. As long as she was consuming something, he didn't really care what it was.

What Roan did care about was any medical things that Wave was potentially hiding from him. He knew that Wavepool was similarly stubborn – hence her constantly asking him when she could go – so it hardly would've surprised him that she was hiding something. The fact that she was hiding something pretty damn serious, though? That would be enough to piss him off – or at least, annoy him greatly. The scent of blood when he walked into the temple was subtle, especially beneath the scent of all the little herb alcoves, but it still caused his ears to briefly flick back, flattening against his head. He glanced over at Wavepool, his blue eyes briefly narrowing in thought before he headed towards the back of the temple, depositing the various herbs that he had collected that day into their various spots. Once he was done with that, he dropped his satchel off near his "room," before wandering back over to Wave. Glancing down at the fish near her paws, a soft sigh left the soothsayer before he questioned, "How are you feeling today, Wavepool?" As he questioned her, he allowed himself a brief glance over her form, just trying to see if anything had changed. Any sign of exterior injuries, or perhaps something he hadn't initially noticed. That fresh smell of blood had to be coming from somewhere.

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