Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore" // Joining

[Olivier Monat]

Olivier looked over to Waterlily as she left and the other's spoke on. With a gentle nod toward her in respect, the doctor turned his attention to Olalla and Jormungand. One of his eyes twitched. They dared assume he was soft? "Setting bones, stitching wounds, watching men, women, and children waste away from sickness or famine. I am not soft, I am not sheltered." He spoke steadily, but sternly. He shot a front paw up under his mask, dislodging said mask to clean his paw, then setting the mask back in place after he did so.

"Does that answer suffice? Or do I need to go into personal details." Olivier tilted his head, piercing blue eyes staring up at them.

[DAMION MAVERICK]

"CALL ME MAVERICK"

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"personal details? please, do continue." the hellhound padded over with a devilish smile on his maw, optics glowing a greedy light. he loved bloodshed and if this medic would help him repair all the damage he'd do, he could easily see themselves getting along. his gaze lingered on the mask. it intrigued him.

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[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

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"soft? i never accused you of being soft. i just asked about your experience, olivier." the panther purred the other's name, honeyed italian accent thick. he ignored damion's words save a small lifting of the chin to acknowledge what he had said, almost like he was egging the other on to speak about their brief interactions in the past. he enjoyed blood as much as the hound and jormungand hadn't been raised to fear blood - he grew up alongside it, a trait he believed he shared with damion, too.

#psychosocial.