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[endsorrow]

[Well, someone has embraced this tin foil hat thing a little too enthusiastically. That hat is probably the first thing everyone notices about this broadcast. Goddamn, look at that thing. As if he didn't already look ridiculous enough in those robes.

The person who's wearing it -- a man, with a long, well-aged face -- is smiling, all warm and serene and welcoming.]

Greetings. I am Braska, a... mage hailing from the world of Spira. [He almost said summoner. Whoops. That's not the important part of his announcement, here. And, besides. Technically, he used to be a summoner. But all that ended... a while ago.] I am offering my services as a healer to Blackstaff. While it is true that I am an experienced White Mage, I am also skilled in the way of natural remedies -- that is to say, the creation and use of herbal cures. So, if you are not comfortable with magic, then there is an alternative for us to use instead.

I accept many forms of payment, so if you are low on gi -- [gil] money, then, fear not, we may trade instead. "Trade" is a... loose term. I do not speak merely of goods; I'm willing to even accept deeds, such as helping me gather the herbs I need for my remedies. [♥]

That said, this is more than an advertisement. [Braska laughs.] As I said, I am offering my services. Should you feel the need, you may come to me for help with your neuralflu. As you can see, I am well-prepared, [he adjusts his hat, grin widening,] and I would appreciate the opportunity to get a better look at the illness myself. The better acquainted I am with ailments, the better I can aid in easing their symptoms, if not curing them altogether. [He holds up his hands, bowing his head placatingly.] No experimentation needed, if you are uncomfortable with the idea; I merely need to watch, and to study.

Ah, and one last thing. [... and then, right at the end, his professionalism drops, and his smile becomes -- goofy.] Does anyone happen to know where I might purchase some grubs from that advertisement?

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As you wish, miss.

I shall be waiting. [An incline of his head.]

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[tawarwaith]

[She tries to smile to him, but winces as the action just hurts more than the action is worth. She ends the video and then gathers up her gear and her money before finding a Tinfoil hat and heading out.

It takes her some time to reach his place, but when she does, it is with obvious relief as she steps into his clinic.]

Hello?

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[It's more like a shack, small and homely with a small garden circling the building, the door brightly painted under the large sign with 'HEALER' inscribed across it in Spiran writing. Inside, it's decorated with warm-colored fabrics and smells faintly floral underneath the aroma of the brewed tea.

Braska is at the kitchenette when she enters, and he turns, smiling his welcome and looking openly concerned.]

Hello. Please, rest. Make yourself at home. I'll bring you the tea.

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[tawarwaith]

[She'd crammed a tinfoil hat upon her head, knowing it was the normal procedure with the neural flu, but it didn't change her feeling ridiculous as she looked around for a place to sit or stand that was not in the way.]

Thank you. You're doing me a great kindness.

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[There are a couple of comfortable-looking chairs about, as well as a couch upholstered in a bright, floral pattern that clashes with the rest of the decor.]

You are very welcome, my dear. You need not worry about a thing.

[He pauses, watching her for a moment. She... There is a -- light about her, as if it is glowing from within her. It must be something that her people do. He chastises himself mentally and crosses over to wherever it is she's decided to sit, bringing a tray with small tea cups and the teapot. He pours it for her and offers her a cup with a small smile.]

[tawarwaith]

[She had settled on sitting on the horribly patterned couch, if only because the bright colors are the least muted to her dulled senses so it provides the most comfort.

As he approaches her, she feels a sense of something otherworldly about him, but attributes it to her feeling ill, even if her sickness is not life threatening.

She takes the cup quickly, realizing that her mind had been dallying on the strange feeling he generated, and inclines her head.]

Thank you. I hope you may be able to help. I do not like this not feeling like myself. It is extremely unpleasant.

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[Tauriel is honestly lucky that the couch's colors are muted to her right now. Because, damn, that thing is ugly.]

I will do everything in my power to help.

In order to do so, though, I must ask your permission to perform a simple Scan spell. This will inform me of your basic health, and it should provide me a better look in how this illness is affecting you. If it's too uncomfortable, then, fear not, I can do my best with the spell that would ease the symptoms anyway, but it may be less effective.

[tawarwaith]

[She is silent for a moment, thinking about what this scan might entail. Since she had nothing to hide about herself or her people, it sounded innocuous enough.]

Whatever is needed to ease this malady. You have my permission. If there is discomfort, I'll endure it for nothing can be worse than this flu.

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No worries. [Braska holds up his hands.] There will be no physical discomfort involved.

[Braska doesn't bothering retrieving his staff for this. He just stands back and charges his energy, holding his hand just over his heart, and then casts it with almost a lazy gesture, a flick of the wrist and the return of his arm to his side.

The overlay of the magic is only to his eye, and he keeps his focus on it for several long moments. And here we find the true purpose of the tea -- to give Tauriel something to do with herself while she waits. He doesn't just rely on the Scan; while he is watching it, he's slowly sinking into a kind of meditative state, like the early stages of the Cure. There is a soft magical glow around him, pale yellow-green and purple, as a result.]

Hmmmm... Yes... [he murmurs to himself, before finally blinking a few times rapidly to clear his vision of the spell. He smiles again, folding his hands inside his long sleeves.] Good news, Miss Tauriel. I can, indeed, at the very least alleviate the symptoms of this illness, and for several hours, if my estimations are correct.

[tawarwaith]

[Although it is a magic that she is unfamiliar with, she can still feel it more or less when the spell is cast upon her. While she cannot see it, the sensation does not immediately abate that magic is being used. She remains perfectly still however, not even bothering to touch her tea as she waits for him to finish.

She does study him since his healing technique is different to that she has known. She can even see faintly the color of glow which encompasses him and wonders then if this is akin to what others see about an Eldar.]

That is indeed good news. Any alleviation will be well rewarded. This illness has troubled me long enough.

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You are too gracious. [Braska bows his head.] I would not want you to trouble yourself too much. I have little interest in recompense if it would mean those in my care would have to go without necessities. My business is in helping people. Nothing matters more than that.

If you have the means and the desire, then, by all means, you may pay as you wish. I wouldn't want you to leave feeling as though you unnecessarily owe me a debt. But that is all I ask for: whatever you feel is necessary.

[He charges his next spell, now, and the light remains the same as it has been, until he releases the energy. Braska does take his time during the charge, however, his focus this time on what he can sense of the illness in her body. When he casts the spell, purple shafts of light glow up from her feet to cover her entire body

and, as he promised, the symptoms ease.]

There. That should do it.

[tawarwaith]

[She smiles a little, more than willing to part with some of her pay if his magic does indeed help her to feel better. Eldar do not handle illness well and any time sick at all is a;ready too long.]

I've pay. I'm part of the patrol staff keeping the resort safe. I do not require much to live off of so I am certain there will be no "going without necessities."

[She once again sits perfectly till waiting for the magic of his spell to go off. The light makes her gasp as she tries not to squirm from the magic feeling surging up through her.

The easement of her symptoms causes her to sigh happily as sh feels almost instantly better. However as the muted colors fade, she nearly screams from surprise as her eyes are assaulted by the couch. The colors earlier had been soothing to a world of faded shades, but now it was almost eye searing.]

It...worked, too well it seems.

[She says with a grimace as she gets up off the couch, taking her tea with her.]

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[GodDAMN, that couch. (And, yes, even the green gorilla is there, sitting on the other end.)

Braska can't help it; he laughs, and he teases:] Too bad, too bad. Even the best gifts can be curses~. But I'm afraid I can't take it back.

[tawarwaith]

You... certainly have an eye for vivid colors.

[She is trying not to let her eyes water now that she can see the couch properly.]

Well I had better not squander the gift of my returned sight then. How shall I make payment out to you?

[Meaning, how can she escape in the fastest way possible without loosing face to him. ]

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It was a payment. [♥] From the family of the first person I healed. They wanted to help me move in, they said. [Read as: they saw the opportunity to dump the thing off on him, and they took it.]

However you see fit. You may have the emeralds sent to me, if you wish. [Braska fishes out his credit card from the folds of his robes and holds it up, grinning gleefully. The idea of this kind of currency is still hugely a novelty to him.]

[tawarwaith]

well... that was... generous of them.

[She obviously thinks that he was swindled but does not have the heart to say so to his face.]

That I can do. I can have the money sent directly from my account.

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Good! That's settled, then.

[Braska's grin becomes a little cheeky.] If you'd like, I could always keep a lookout for another piece of furniture in its style for you.

[tawarwaith]

Ah, no. that is quite alright. I currently room at the resort and I do not think they would allow me to change the room's furniture about.