[ And that's it for the immediate conversation. Vincent never pretended to give the impression that he likes to make small talk though and within a reasonable amount of time; to collect a dose of the nausea medication and an appropriate 'light meal', there is a knock on the door of the cabin.
Which is just for courtesy and to not panic the occupant. The gunman walks in shortly after. 'Light' seems to be defined as a brothy soup, half a sandwich without strong smells or condiments and applesauce. Oh and some water. He scans the immediate room and if the Dark Urge isn't in evidence, he'll call out. ]
[Durge emerges from the bathroom upon being called, having spent the last few minutes scrubbing away the scent of sweat and bile for Vincent's benefit. His cabin is... less so, since there's still streaks of blood on his door, a great puddle drying on the ground, and more still leading right up to his cabin, marking his journey before he expired.
His cabin is otherwise clean. Despite being rather large, all it contains is a desk, small wardrobe, chest, and bed, and all signs of Bhaal have been scrubbed away, save for the gold and ruby monument on the headboard.]
I apologise for the mess. I haven't gotten around to cleaning it.
[Read: he's been too tired. And he doesn't mind it, in any case; it's nothing compared to the squalor of the temple. When he does get around to cleaning it, it'll be as a courtesy to any guests he might have.
He sits down at his desk, chair facing Vincent. Though he's cleaned himself up, he still looks worse for wear, pale and dishevelled, with prominent bags under his eyes.]
That looks appetising. [Granted, he's barely eaten since the fog rolled in, so everything looks appetizing right now.]
[ Vincent truly appreciates the efforts to get rid of the scent of bile. He's no stranger to terrible smells and has encountered far worse. But still.
Though a glance at the door and the floor indicate he notices the blood- the latter is stepped around- the man shows no sign of being troubled by it... or otherwise. He might have some similar features to vampiric entities, but he isn't one.
Or he's very good at hiding any attraction to blood.
The tray of food is brought near but it is not placed directly before the half-elf. No need to risk a direct whiff of the food triggering another bout of nausea no matter how mild it smells at a distance. The dose of medicine- and it is one dose- and the water are set much closer.
The room is given a once over, possibly looking for more signs of the difficulties the Dark Urge is going through. ]
We'll see how well you manage to keep it down.
[ Bedside manner he does not have. ]
Do you care if I send someone else to clean up? Or do you prefer I come back.
[ How many people does the man want to allow to see him so vulernable? At least he's being given a choice though this may have as much to do with the difficulties in cleanup custodial are already probably going through as well as that other thing that happened shortly before (a) hell descended on the ship. ]
[Durge gives Vincent's face a lingering glance before taking the medicine. Those eyes remain a curiosity. It might have been interesting to see him in the environment of that unearthly scourge, but the opportunity for that has passed.
He swallows the medicine and takes small, tentative sips of water so to not make himself gag.]
My stomach was damaged, so I expect that isn't helping matters.
[Phantom pains and nausea. Not a great combo. But with the medicine, he should have some chance of being able to eat something instead of having to wait until this subsides.]
You, if it's not too much trouble. [He is trying to keep the number of people who see him like this to a minimum. It's a little unbecoming for a child of Bhaal to be in such a state.
He leans back in his chair to wait for the medicine to take effect, one ankle crossed over a knee, and he scans Vincent's face again, longer this time, searching for any signs of fatigue - or lack thereof.]
Sounds like I should have brought the painkillers after all.
[ He did not which is a reasonable precaution in a 'prison' environment. On the other hand? He listened to the request of the patient. So the Dark Urge only has himself to blame?
A study of what can be seen of Vincent's features could reveal a lot. While it's unclear if some of the typical signs of fatigue- paler features for example as he is already very pale- would be clear, there probably are small signs around his eyes that he is weary.
Still it is definitely not on the level of someone that suffered a death or even a person who hasn't even tried to get rest. Despite the events and the cleanup necessities of the aftermath, it does appear the man either has a fair bit of stamina or has the sense to take small breaks from time to time. ]
Wouldn't have offered if it was.
[ The apathy, the indifference. A person at work who might have had an unusually long shift and not the best people skills, but definitely a far cry from someone who just suffered what, for most people, should have been the ripping, bleeding scars of every intense, sleepless personal trauma one could imagine brought to life.
Vincent had started to turn away, likely to just... go fetch the cleaning tools needed to come back and get that over with, but then he pauses and looks at the child of Bhaal. ]
[It'll serve as a good reminder not to let this happen again. In any case, he's tracking its intensity and when it starts to diminish, and he won't be able to take accurate notes with painkillers.
By the standards set by the state of everyone else, Vincent is immaculate. But Durge still notes the smudges of fatigue around his eyes, faint but present. Maybe a little pallid too, though it's hard to tell with his usual complexion being so pale.
There are a lot of answers he could give to Vincent's question, and few of them pleasant. But he opts for delicacy:]
Medical personnel have the tendency to overwork themselves, particularly during disaster. And while you seem to have remarkable endurance, if your time spent assisting me here would be better spent grabbing some rest, I'm sure I could manage the cleaning myself eventually.
[He smiles, warm and pleasant. And there's absolutely nothing deceptive about it, promise.]
I've been pacing myself. But no need to worry on my account. You're my last stop for a while.
[ Primarily because Vincent knows he needs to get himself a nap in before he goes to track down Aerith and make sure she is getting a rest break.
There's some nuance to his response. Most people might be expressing an undercurrent of gratitude for the concern about then. Vincent appears to have the presence of a man is a lot more practical in times of crisis. And that comment about pacing himself? Probably had more nuance than just the flow of work in the aftermath of the events that consumed the last week or so of the Barge's daily routine. ]
Hope you weren't under the impression that I was sticking around after cleaning up the blood.
[ That sort of thing is just being practical. The half elf can clean his own cabin in his own time. This man is definitely not the type to play nurse. Definitely not for a stranger. ]
[Durge raises his hands to emphasize his refusal.]
Oh, no, not at all. I would rather you used that time to rest and tend to those with greater need.
[He's never had a nurse before and he doesn't intend to have one now. It's a little beneath a Bhaalspawn. He's endured much, much worse than this without any sort of assistance, up to and including evisceration, so the medicine is more a matter of want than need. Repeatedly vomiting up food after not eating for several days is just unpleasant enough to allow for some concessions.
His hands drop.]
If I find myself well enough, I hope to join you soon. But I'm not sure how long these tolls tend to last.
[ There'll be no argument on Vincent's part. In fact, it makes it easier on him that the Dark Urge is so self-sufficient as to not insist. ]
Not really sure myself.
[ Vincent hadn't looked into it. A decision he will probably rectify for the future now it is clear a catastrophe of this size can occur. ...At least there's a lot of first hand examples he can observe?
You know. Silver linings and all. ]
Do as you please.
[ It really isn't Vincent's job to dictate what the half-elf does and does not do to maximize his recovery. Such is the impression his words give. And maybe just a little acknowledgement that the Dark Urge seems more than capable of understanding his limits.
Not one for lingering, this time Vincent does leave the room; though he'll return with what's needed to take care of the bloodstains and anything else he might have noticed should not wait for the room's occupant to be able to pick up after himself. It's within that time there might be room for further conversation.
It may be an interesting process to watch though; by all accounts a person working in the medical profession, even inventory, should understand how to clean up blood. But there is a thoroughness that suggests he's very accustomed to it. Methodical, thorough; and without some form of divine or arcane way to scry into the past, very unlikely for someone to discover there was ever any suspicious stains there at all.
But it's fine. Surely in a place like the Barge, he's had plenty of opportunities to practice... the thorough elimination of evidence. ]
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[ And that's it for the immediate conversation. Vincent never pretended to give the impression that he likes to make small talk though and within a reasonable amount of time; to collect a dose of the nausea medication and an appropriate 'light meal', there is a knock on the door of the cabin.
Which is just for courtesy and to not panic the occupant. The gunman walks in shortly after. 'Light' seems to be defined as a brothy soup, half a sandwich without strong smells or condiments and applesauce. Oh and some water. He scans the immediate room and if the Dark Urge isn't in evidence, he'll call out. ]
Durge.
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His cabin is otherwise clean. Despite being rather large, all it contains is a desk, small wardrobe, chest, and bed, and all signs of Bhaal have been scrubbed away, save for the gold and ruby monument on the headboard.]
I apologise for the mess. I haven't gotten around to cleaning it.
[Read: he's been too tired. And he doesn't mind it, in any case; it's nothing compared to the squalor of the temple. When he does get around to cleaning it, it'll be as a courtesy to any guests he might have.
He sits down at his desk, chair facing Vincent. Though he's cleaned himself up, he still looks worse for wear, pale and dishevelled, with prominent bags under his eyes.]
That looks appetising. [Granted, he's barely eaten since the fog rolled in, so everything looks appetizing right now.]
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Though a glance at the door and the floor indicate he notices the blood- the latter is stepped around- the man shows no sign of being troubled by it... or otherwise. He might have some similar features to vampiric entities, but he isn't one.
Or he's very good at hiding any attraction to blood.
The tray of food is brought near but it is not placed directly before the half-elf. No need to risk a direct whiff of the food triggering another bout of nausea no matter how mild it smells at a distance. The dose of medicine- and it is one dose- and the water are set much closer.
The room is given a once over, possibly looking for more signs of the difficulties the Dark Urge is going through. ]
We'll see how well you manage to keep it down.
[ Bedside manner he does not have. ]
Do you care if I send someone else to clean up? Or do you prefer I come back.
[ How many people does the man want to allow to see him so vulernable? At least he's being given a choice though this may have as much to do with the difficulties in cleanup custodial are already probably going through as well as that other thing that happened shortly before (a) hell descended on the ship. ]
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He swallows the medicine and takes small, tentative sips of water so to not make himself gag.]
My stomach was damaged, so I expect that isn't helping matters.
[Phantom pains and nausea. Not a great combo. But with the medicine, he should have some chance of being able to eat something instead of having to wait until this subsides.]
You, if it's not too much trouble. [He is trying to keep the number of people who see him like this to a minimum. It's a little unbecoming for a child of Bhaal to be in such a state.
He leans back in his chair to wait for the medicine to take effect, one ankle crossed over a knee, and he scans Vincent's face again, longer this time, searching for any signs of fatigue - or lack thereof.]
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[ He did not which is a reasonable precaution in a 'prison' environment. On the other hand? He listened to the request of the patient. So the Dark Urge only has himself to blame?
A study of what can be seen of Vincent's features could reveal a lot. While it's unclear if some of the typical signs of fatigue- paler features for example as he is already very pale- would be clear, there probably are small signs around his eyes that he is weary.
Still it is definitely not on the level of someone that suffered a death or even a person who hasn't even tried to get rest. Despite the events and the cleanup necessities of the aftermath, it does appear the man either has a fair bit of stamina or has the sense to take small breaks from time to time. ]
Wouldn't have offered if it was.
[ The apathy, the indifference. A person at work who might have had an unusually long shift and not the best people skills, but definitely a far cry from someone who just suffered what, for most people, should have been the ripping, bleeding scars of every intense, sleepless personal trauma one could imagine brought to life.
Vincent had started to turn away, likely to just... go fetch the cleaning tools needed to come back and get that over with, but then he pauses and looks at the child of Bhaal. ]
What?
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I'm managing.
[It'll serve as a good reminder not to let this happen again. In any case, he's tracking its intensity and when it starts to diminish, and he won't be able to take accurate notes with painkillers.
By the standards set by the state of everyone else, Vincent is immaculate. But Durge still notes the smudges of fatigue around his eyes, faint but present. Maybe a little pallid too, though it's hard to tell with his usual complexion being so pale.
There are a lot of answers he could give to Vincent's question, and few of them pleasant. But he opts for delicacy:]
Medical personnel have the tendency to overwork themselves, particularly during disaster. And while you seem to have remarkable endurance, if your time spent assisting me here would be better spent grabbing some rest, I'm sure I could manage the cleaning myself eventually.
[He smiles, warm and pleasant. And there's absolutely nothing deceptive about it, promise.]
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I've been pacing myself. But no need to worry on my account. You're my last stop for a while.
[ Primarily because Vincent knows he needs to get himself a nap in before he goes to track down Aerith and make sure she is getting a rest break.
There's some nuance to his response. Most people might be expressing an undercurrent of gratitude for the concern about then. Vincent appears to have the presence of a man is a lot more practical in times of crisis. And that comment about pacing himself? Probably had more nuance than just the flow of work in the aftermath of the events that consumed the last week or so of the Barge's daily routine. ]
Hope you weren't under the impression that I was sticking around after cleaning up the blood.
[ That sort of thing is just being practical. The half elf can clean his own cabin in his own time. This man is definitely not the type to play nurse. Definitely not for a stranger. ]
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Oh, no, not at all. I would rather you used that time to rest and tend to those with greater need.
[He's never had a nurse before and he doesn't intend to have one now. It's a little beneath a Bhaalspawn. He's endured much, much worse than this without any sort of assistance, up to and including evisceration, so the medicine is more a matter of want than need. Repeatedly vomiting up food after not eating for several days is just unpleasant enough to allow for some concessions.
His hands drop.]
If I find myself well enough, I hope to join you soon. But I'm not sure how long these tolls tend to last.
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Not really sure myself.
[ Vincent hadn't looked into it. A decision he will probably rectify for the future now it is clear a catastrophe of this size can occur. ...At least there's a lot of first hand examples he can observe?
You know. Silver linings and all. ]
Do as you please.
[ It really isn't Vincent's job to dictate what the half-elf does and does not do to maximize his recovery. Such is the impression his words give. And maybe just a little acknowledgement that the Dark Urge seems more than capable of understanding his limits.
Not one for lingering, this time Vincent does leave the room; though he'll return with what's needed to take care of the bloodstains and anything else he might have noticed should not wait for the room's occupant to be able to pick up after himself. It's within that time there might be room for further conversation.
It may be an interesting process to watch though; by all accounts a person working in the medical profession, even inventory, should understand how to clean up blood. But there is a thoroughness that suggests he's very accustomed to it. Methodical, thorough; and without some form of divine or arcane way to scry into the past, very unlikely for someone to discover there was ever any suspicious stains there at all.
But it's fine. Surely in a place like the Barge, he's had plenty of opportunities to practice... the thorough elimination of evidence. ]