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Occupation: Ripper Doc
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May 8 2013, 04:01 PM
Ailms didn't have difficulty in opening the door as he had the last time. He'd been getting much better with those darn keys... well, maybe not. He was more than likely just eager to get out of their current conversation about the made up jumble of words he said.
"The swordfish simply needs to be cooked, it's all prepared unless you prefer to eat it raw?" He gave a little chuckle and reached out to hold Naida in his arms, taking her gently from Jules. "I suppose not. Cooked it is... I'll put Naida away and get started on it, then. If you'd like, the living room is available and... well... cleaner until I can find the time to clean out the dining room. I shouldn't be long."
And so the blue creature trudged upstairs with his darling (albeit aggressive) daughter growling at every other step, leaving the two men to their own devices.
May 1 2013, 05:00 PM
It was quite the uncomfortable walk back to Cambourne, especially with how Ailms refused to release Jules' hand despite him being bound by money and condemned for the entire night. The pescid himself seemed rather nervous, and seemed to lack the understanding that someone hired for sex probably didn't care.
"I ah. I paid you in advance because I did not want to forget," he admitted in a quiet tone, his eyes trained ahead as they walked past the rather expensive mansions headed towards his. His looked... very, very old on the outside. Abandoned, judging by how the lights seemed broken on the outside. Though judging by the fact that he was a living flashlight the strange creature probably didn't understand the importance of having lights on in the house.
And yet he kept on talking. "I do that, sometimes. Or it's refused. It's-- it's not enough, I can understand. I have heard that pescids are... are unpleasant company to most. But I'm... I'm trying," he managed out and finally approached the door. He sighed when he noticed the door was locked and finally released Jules' hand to fiddle in his hood pockets for the keys. In doing so, the cloth fell down to reveal the almost white glowing tendrils he had in place of hair. "... where are they...?" he spoke aloud to himself, getting apprehensive at the thought of him possibly losing them.
Apr 26 2013, 10:18 PM
Ailms was quite exhausted from that stress-filled night earlier. Only until he'd left that wonderful party-turned-sour had he realized that he'd most likely ruined the ability for any and all pescids to be allowed to participate in next term's elections.
And well, considering it was just him and his daughter... agh.
Luckily for him he'd received a letter from one of the few men alive who knew that Ailms was not only alive in the world but that he was to a degree functional-- even if that functionality is purely biological. The pescid couldn't help but smile a bit when he saw that his good friend had invited him for 'dinner' from sundown till sunup.
What a kind man, Horace Southgate. Why he and his family was 'infamous' was beyond him-- they seemed perfectly kind and concerned for his well-being.
He was dressed as 'comfortably' as the uptight pescid could be... well, he at least hadn't done up all of the buttons on his dress shirt? Meandering all the way to the graveyard was an easy enough task considering that the glowing man had become quite adept at taking less-travelled routes and being wide awake at times when most people would be comfortably in their beds.
When he approached the massive Southgate residence he looked around for a doorknocker-- something other than his fist so he didn't end up pulling a stupid move and hurt his hand in the first couple of seconds of his arrival. Sure enough, there it was!
Hm. Strange. It had a bird skull engraving? Well, to each their own... Ailmsein rapped it against the door which caused quite the foreboding knock that resounded within the entire mansion and yet nothing seemed disturbed. He uncomfortably fixed the brooch pinned to his tie before returning his shy attention back to the door, preparing to try and mimic the human custom of seeming happy with every little given thing.
Jan 18 2013, 06:20 AM
Today could have certainly gone better, at least at the start of the morning.
It was scarcely time for lunch and already his hands were stained with the death of yet another patient. It was rough, going into the cellar to realize that your patient had choked on their own tongue after they insisted on having a bullet removed while still drunk. As much as Ailms knew that his practice was illegal, he never identified himself as 'evil' until he had to put aside time in his schedule to dump the old thug over the side of the island before the next patient arrived.
Perhaps if I'd been a bit more stern, poked a few less holes, maybe even not paralyzed him with my venom... that must have killed him. The venom, not the drink. Me," the pescid moped about as he had the body bound up tightly in the sheets he'd draped over the dinner table with fitted hand and foot clamps then began to drag it in the direction of the large underwater trap door cellar that was his own personal space. He loathed to use it, especially with how disturbing a water-bloated body would become, but he hadn't the time now to deal with the corpse. His child had begun to refuse food, causing for the ripper doc to become more on-edge. She's upset... she knows that her mother is afraid of her. Maybe if I just had more sleep... maybe I could've realized last night that the man was too drunk for sedatives. Maybe...
He dove underwater momentarily, trailing the bound corpse behind him as he secured it to a line several feet under that was meant for just that purpose. The corpse was shackled to the waterlogged ground, bobbing underwater gently as if it were occasionally reminding itself that it was, in fact, dead. The sight didn't upset him as much as him realizing how often he took part in this; the joys of being an illegal doctor with less than savory equipment. It made even small wounds scary with the risk of infection.
When he climbed back out of the water Ailmsein paused a moment to pull back his glowing tendrils of hair, moving them out of his face to let them hang loose as they collected water upon his silk shirt and vest. That was one of the few perks of having a surgery day; having an excuse to let your hair down, he thought grimly to himself as he began to pick up what tools he had out from the night prior. No, this day could have certainly gone better... but at the very least this wasn't a shocking experience for him. It was somewhat calming any time a patient died, a somewhat cruel part of him felt reassured by seeing death as he was comforted with the thought that his own organic body was standing the tests of time against these humans.