Medicus

[Eleatic 1033]

 

 

 

   A man lay spattered on the ground near the temple, coughing up something fierce. His coat covered in muck, he is unconscious. He wears a long, stiff leather waistcoat covered with blood and rot. He has a white goatee, and his eyes are old. He stands up after a moment, coughing in a deep rhythm into his sleeve. He nods out, brushing himself thrice. "This just won't do." He says in a deep, depressing way. Looking around. A hunk of blue-painted wood lay at his feet. The letters 'Pol' Emblazoned on it, some other uninteligble ones there as well. He looks off, coughing, lugging it up as he begins to walk away.

 

          Meanwhile, in another part of the world, in the same linear line of time, the man of  name Medicus throws the wood down, sitting on it. Grunting as it falls onto the dirt. He sits stationary     outside of the north, keeping a vacant expression toward the walls of ice. Almost as if making a 'nobodies home' with his own mind. He lifts his fingers, rubbing his temples in  slightly perturbed way. Grunting, he goes to lie down on it, beginning to sleep.
 
Only in the morning does he realize the wood, his bed roll, and his coat have been taken, and he is inside of a cell. He keeps his vacant expression, a fire roars behind him. Kindly sparking a bit in the darkness.There is a knock from his cell door, he stands up, staring into the slit they've left for him. He speaks. "May I ask exactly what you intend to do with me?" The man behind does not reply. He speaks in a thick, almost aghast way. "Who." He says simply, Medicus puts his head to the slit, letting his eyes be seen. "You may call me The Medici, or Medicus. If it suits your fancy. Yourself?" The slit falls. Medicus alone in the cell, he goes back to where he was. Sitting down, staring at the fire, its' motions, the whirls it makes. He laughs.
 
Time goes on, decades. Maybe. Possibly. It all depends, did depend, and does: on perception. He grew accustomed to being a slave, after all, he was just a vacant memory in the back of a tormented mind. He simply stared at the fire, day after day. No clue of what was to be done with him. His life. What would occur? What did? He doesn't know, he didn't.
 
[[This is my new main, I will continue updating this post as the roleplay goes on. This is not 'the doctor'. It is based on the whimsy of the character, the certain charm, I was given permission to make it as if this character was a 'time traveler', but actually a senile old man undergoing a fugue state. Back in Elyisium by Mau5. I find it a fun spin. I hope you do too. 
 
Tav.]]

[5678 260]

Burz is determined to become Planet salesman of year, and beat moon man Medicus!

[PtahWithin 1320]

now with the deregulation of magic you can have your character regenerate into new forms like the doctor and have a wand that blinks blue at the end

 

[Eleatic 1033]

I AM SO PROUD

[Garukumus 81]

"Get out of my dreams!" 

 

Nigel thinks, waking from what he believes to be a lucid dream on the subject. Travelling to worlds new and old... what nonsense.

[Eleatic 1033]

Medicus stays trapped.

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

((Why...why must you play THAT song...with THAT John Hurt there...))

[Eleatic 1033]

((Cus :^))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.