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[May 21] [Suikoden III] Martyrs' Quadrille
Title: Martyrs' Quadrille
Day/Theme: May 21, 2010 "I am choosing not to suffer uselessly"
Series: Suikoden III (more of an on-going project...)
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Stephen, Tevan, Forte, etc.
Rating: PG
"Hey, tell me 'bout your boss." Tevan jerked his head surreptitiously toward Sasarai, bustling about the room with an armful of fresh sheets, managing to place himself in Forte's path every step of the way. Forte snapped and growled in low frustration as he was forced to dance around Mareesa, Nika, and (mainly) Sasarai as they engaged in a three person sheet-changing operation.
"Um, Sasarai?" Stephen looked and saw that this was a less-than-flattering moment for the well-meaning bishop. "He's not really my boss. Just in the sense that he outranks me, I guess. He's Nika's boss. He and I are just friends."
"So you and he both volunteered for this deathtrap."
"None of us are sick yet, Tevan," Stephen smiled and wiped the brow of his opinionated charge. Tevan, young-ish, with red-brown hair and sunken eyes, was inexplicably his favorite patient. He was a carpenter.
"Hmm. Not to say I don't appreciate your being here- because I most certainly do- but are you sure you want to be here, putting your lives in danger, in defiance of the Inquisitors? It's dangerous to your career, as well as your health."
"Ah, well, it may seem unorthodox, but only by venturing forth can we hope to be of any help to the people here. No matter what might happen to me, I don't believe I will be suffering uselessly."
Tevan could look into his dark and gold eyes and feel the sincerity -along with the mounting weariness and impatience. Stephen wasn't a difficult man to read. He didn't truly attempt to hold much back (only, perhaps, what he though might frighten their patients). "You're something else. Real first class priests, both of you. First class guys..."
"Thank you, Tevan. But I think you should relax now and try to go to sleep. You're sounding a little delirious."
Nika and Mareesa focused their efforts on the vacated beds, but also passed out fresh blankets or fluffed pillows for any patients who wanted them. Despite the bustle of activity, some of them were sleeping soundly. Nika did not care for their fevered dreams. She had seen Sasarai twitch and turn far too similarly in the past. She remembered the nightmares he had described to her- and, always, he lived. She hated to imagine the torments contained by these innocent minds.
"Look lively!" Mareesa alerted her and they stepped apart, raising the sheet they held over their heads to allow Forte to pass between them and below it.
"Ladies," the doctor acknowledged them, dipping his head to avoid jostling his wig against the bottom of the sheet. "Sasarai." There was a hint of scorn in his tone he reserved specially for Sasarai. Sasarai either ignored, or was oblivious to, it.
Stephen watched the whole exchange. All four of them moving like some kind of court dance from Zexen. What was it called? A quadrille.
"I've done my rounds and I'm back to being useless again," Forte alerted his companions. "And so, I'm going out." There were still things he could accomplish in the town, when all his options in the house were exhausted. There was more that he needed to know to get to the bottom of this twisted rope.
Annie waved to him as he went out. "Have a nice walk, Dr. Ismeiro."
He nodded in reply. "It's business, not pleasure," he told her, though there was no obvious benefit in letting her know this. "Keep up the good work." That, on the other hand, was perfectly worthwhile. There could never be anything lost by lifting Annie's spirits.
Forte left the yard and took a left on the path leading toward the center of the town. Sasarai had told him about the mayor's silence and Mareesa had expressed her own feelings on the matter quite severely as well. It was enough to make the mayor, if not exactly suspect, a good start in his investigation. And if Timurn Burnell wouldn't talk, Forte would follow in Sasarai's steps and go directly to a homelier, friendlier sort of source.
Day/Theme: May 21, 2010 "I am choosing not to suffer uselessly"
Series: Suikoden III (more of an on-going project...)
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Stephen, Tevan, Forte, etc.
Rating: PG
"Hey, tell me 'bout your boss." Tevan jerked his head surreptitiously toward Sasarai, bustling about the room with an armful of fresh sheets, managing to place himself in Forte's path every step of the way. Forte snapped and growled in low frustration as he was forced to dance around Mareesa, Nika, and (mainly) Sasarai as they engaged in a three person sheet-changing operation.
"Um, Sasarai?" Stephen looked and saw that this was a less-than-flattering moment for the well-meaning bishop. "He's not really my boss. Just in the sense that he outranks me, I guess. He's Nika's boss. He and I are just friends."
"So you and he both volunteered for this deathtrap."
"None of us are sick yet, Tevan," Stephen smiled and wiped the brow of his opinionated charge. Tevan, young-ish, with red-brown hair and sunken eyes, was inexplicably his favorite patient. He was a carpenter.
"Hmm. Not to say I don't appreciate your being here- because I most certainly do- but are you sure you want to be here, putting your lives in danger, in defiance of the Inquisitors? It's dangerous to your career, as well as your health."
"Ah, well, it may seem unorthodox, but only by venturing forth can we hope to be of any help to the people here. No matter what might happen to me, I don't believe I will be suffering uselessly."
Tevan could look into his dark and gold eyes and feel the sincerity -along with the mounting weariness and impatience. Stephen wasn't a difficult man to read. He didn't truly attempt to hold much back (only, perhaps, what he though might frighten their patients). "You're something else. Real first class priests, both of you. First class guys..."
"Thank you, Tevan. But I think you should relax now and try to go to sleep. You're sounding a little delirious."
Nika and Mareesa focused their efforts on the vacated beds, but also passed out fresh blankets or fluffed pillows for any patients who wanted them. Despite the bustle of activity, some of them were sleeping soundly. Nika did not care for their fevered dreams. She had seen Sasarai twitch and turn far too similarly in the past. She remembered the nightmares he had described to her- and, always, he lived. She hated to imagine the torments contained by these innocent minds.
"Look lively!" Mareesa alerted her and they stepped apart, raising the sheet they held over their heads to allow Forte to pass between them and below it.
"Ladies," the doctor acknowledged them, dipping his head to avoid jostling his wig against the bottom of the sheet. "Sasarai." There was a hint of scorn in his tone he reserved specially for Sasarai. Sasarai either ignored, or was oblivious to, it.
Stephen watched the whole exchange. All four of them moving like some kind of court dance from Zexen. What was it called? A quadrille.
"I've done my rounds and I'm back to being useless again," Forte alerted his companions. "And so, I'm going out." There were still things he could accomplish in the town, when all his options in the house were exhausted. There was more that he needed to know to get to the bottom of this twisted rope.
Annie waved to him as he went out. "Have a nice walk, Dr. Ismeiro."
He nodded in reply. "It's business, not pleasure," he told her, though there was no obvious benefit in letting her know this. "Keep up the good work." That, on the other hand, was perfectly worthwhile. There could never be anything lost by lifting Annie's spirits.
Forte left the yard and took a left on the path leading toward the center of the town. Sasarai had told him about the mayor's silence and Mareesa had expressed her own feelings on the matter quite severely as well. It was enough to make the mayor, if not exactly suspect, a good start in his investigation. And if Timurn Burnell wouldn't talk, Forte would follow in Sasarai's steps and go directly to a homelier, friendlier sort of source.