[video] we sit and find flaws in everyone

[bedsidemanners]

[The bathroom's steamy, with the sound of water still running and the glass long since fogged up-- but fortunately, Raphael pops up on the feed a few seconds later, fully clothed.]

[Fully clothed, his raw-looking, red hands covered in blood, spreading up his arms and past his shoulders as a shirt he's only midway through buttoning up rapidly becomes drenched in it.]

This is a kink I don't tend to go for.

[He has a towel he's ineffectively scrubbing with as he talks, though he soon tires of even that.]

... Don't worry, it's really not mine. But it's still bizarre. If it weren't for the lack of screaming posts, I'd ask if anyone else was affected by this.

I wish I hadn't gotten rid of my red shirts.

(OOC: Out, Damned Spot! Raphael has killed more people than his profession would have you believe. Replies will be slow for the next hour or so but will hopefully pick up then, there are some rl issues but I wanted to try and get this in.)

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[bedsidemanners]

Is that a new pet?

[sidestep, sidestep]

Well, they're not in the tub.

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[indecent_butterfly]

Pet? Is everyone around here daft?

One's soul or something.

[Stuck up bird's been the best thing that's happened so far.]

Perhaps under the bed? Or did they get chased away again?

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[bedsidemanners]

Really now.

I rarely chase anyone away.

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[indecent_butterfly]

Yes really.

[Not what ne'd expected either.]

Or Sin, either way. And this One was not suggesting you did. It's been far too quiet, whatever did you do with the little flaming twin?

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[bedsidemanners]

Careful, you almost sound irritated.

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[indecent_butterfly]

[Why shouldn't ne be irritated? Heaven and Hell collapse upon each other, Karl didn't blow up, the alcohol didn't work long enough, and Alexiel's pregnant cursed.

Ne pushes the bird out of the way smiling.]

That would suggest One cares enough to be so. But let's not change the subject, we were discussing your habits.

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[bedsidemanners]

No, no, apathy's much more my game than yours.

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[indecent_butterfly]

Worried a simple jester might take your place upon the throne? Fear not, there is no design for such.

Was she at least pretty before the act?

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[bedsidemanners]

Who are you talking about?

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[indecent_butterfly]

How easily you do forget the stains upon your hands.

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[bedsidemanners]

I'm afraid your reasoning escapes me.

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[indecent_butterfly]

If it is not your blood, it then belongs to another and all told far and wide know your preference.

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[bedsidemanners]

I don't kill my patients.

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[indecent_butterfly]

Patients. Patients. First time for everything.

Then whose stain do you now wear, dear Virtue?

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[bedsidemanners]

I could hazard a few guesses.

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[indecent_butterfly]

Do share, this jester could use a new joke.

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[bedsidemanners]

The first war.

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[indecent_butterfly]

An old one instead.

[Ne laughs anyway.]

Poor miserable healer surrounded by massacre.

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[bedsidemanners]

Was it really a lark to you? I'm almost disgusted.

[if refusing to heal men made him accountable for their deaths, that wouldn't trouble his conscience nearly so much as-- well.]

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[indecent_butterfly]

Lark? No for this One still believes in what One fought for. Do you?

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[bedsidemanners]

Yes.

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[indecent_butterfly]

Then what better reason to die? Or kill?

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[bedsidemanners]

Don't be so inconsistent.

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[indecent_butterfly]

One is just a fool. What else is to be expected?

But who's the bigger? The One who speaks or the one who listens and takes those words so seriously?