He slowly starts removing his glasses, hat and gloves exposing his barren hair that is in lumps, his cadaverous skin covered in boils and lesions and his gnarled and twisted hands with yellowed infected nails in all its glory. His eyes are bloodshot and the pupils are white as if they too were long since being usable. Though you have never seen a leper you are certainly feeling the revulsion as you look upon him, answering the unspoken question of his excessive clothing to be sure.

"No, I received much worse," as you notice a large mass resembling tissue start moving under the skin of his neck.

"I could look over your wounds if you would like, I used to be a doctor," obviously not an option anymore. He hated having to play these games. He would prefer to just ravage his body and feed his children, but social etiquette here was in order and he had other ways in which to help him.  

2008-12-27 08:25:17 Radiation rolls 3 dice to Tolsoy self control (Diff 4) 7,9,3 (2 successes) 5/5 Frenzy averted.

'How, who, what?'

Tolsoy stares at Jacob in all his leperous glory and blubbers out questions. Clearly there are worse things than being a blood addicted homeless man who relies on the kindness of hookers to stay alive...

'They arent as bad as they look.'

Tolsoy says nervously. Anyone with any medical training would know Tolsoy should be long dead from infection if not blood loss. Tolsoy points at the mass on Jacobs neck when it starts moving...

'What is that? Am i going to end up like you?'

 I immediately begin donning my coverings again ignoring his question until I deem it time for a reply.

"Not unless you are much smarter and luckier then you are at this moment in time," as he finishes his outfits meticulous details.

"Now I will need to perform a proper examination, just lie very still. I think you can manage that at least," as I approach him not waiting for a reply.

I give Doms door one last big kick to make sure the fucker heard me knocking. This is his shit to deal with. Hes supposed to be the muscle around here not me.

I go back to my room to retrieve the pistol from under my pillow when i spot a note on the blanket. Misty slipped out for the night and all this crap could be the perfect time for me to get away unnoticed too.

Sucks to be Kim. She can deal with smelly and crazy by herself. Im going the fuck out.  

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Kim takes a step away from them both, Jacob had better know what the fuck he is doing, and it better be fixing stinky. ‘Do you even know how to start fixin’ up this mess?’ She asks Jacob, ‘are you even sure you can?’ Her voice is taunt, she doesn’t believe Jacob can be much help, on the contrary, the thinks he can be much harm.

The gut feeling inside her is nagging still. Fuck it. She opens her mouth and screams for Dominic, she’ll feel better with him by her side. ‘DO-MI-NIIIC! Get your backside down here!’  She hopes he’s in the Stables right now.  

 I stop and glance back at her with a contemptuous look, "I have attended over twelve years of medical training and have a doctorate in pediatric medicine. I think that I am qualified enough to stitch up a walking corpse or would you care for a second opinion?"

At her scream for my employer I simply wait for his arrival. He is a business man and will not allow whatever insignificant emotional attachment to this refuse confuse his judgment. Hysteria was often believed to have been an entirely female condition, In all my years of practice I cannot say that I disagree.

Kim huffs, then extends a long arm and points to Leo while looking at Jacob. 'Look, you just do what you gotta do, ya?'

She cast a quick look away. She'll feel better...sort of, when Dom gets here.

'You just fix him and put all them guts inside then,' hand is lowered, a miniscule step closer to the so-odd man, 'and no, I don't need a second opinion.' Wise-guy, she thinks. He belongs in the basement.

Tolsoy doesnt trust Jacob, but hes hardly in any position to turn down help. For all he knows this guy can fix his battered, shredded, dead body.

'Ok, help me.'

 "Certainly," as I begin walking toward the man. The smell of his atrophied and diseased abdominal cavity is overwhelming. I reach into my jacket and retrieve a needle and thread. He should not feel a thing.

2009-01-16 13:56:05 Jacob rolls 8 dice to Dex + Med 4,10,9,3,2, 5,5,3,9 (3 successes) (reduced diff from 7 due to his undead nature and lack of worry over secondary infection)

I quickly stitch him up, not the least bit hesitant even when it comes to pick up his intestinal tract and place it back into its cavity. He is a dolt of a man and I still believe him a traitor, if this idiot does not see him for what he is, I will take care of him myself. I steel my thoughts, drawing out his wits, making him much less fast upon his feet. (Spending WP)

2009-01-16 14:00:53 Jacob rolls 7 dice to Brain Eating 1,10,1,10,7, 6,4,8,4 (3 successes) (targeting Wits) [can resist with WP (diff 6) or lose 1 point of Wits. There is no sensation involved and without some sort of power it is undetectable.]

I see the glaze upon this simpletons face. He will certainly make a mistake soon and I will be there. He will not survive the week...

"There now," as I stand. "Good as new, hopefully you'll be a bit more careful next time. I should probably make sure the sutures are not having any problems, so I'll come back tomorrow and just take a look. I'd surely hate to have you looking like a corpse," with a smile. I know this routine well, being a pediatrician I had access to many young minds, I left a swathe of misery in my wake.

It took them years to even notice.  

2009-01-23 08:57:26 Leo Tolsoy rolls 3 dice to Willpower [Resist Brain Eating] 2,3,7 (1 success)

Tolsoy isnt too quick on his feet to begin with. Now something glazes over in his eyes that Kim may mistake for relief. Tolsoy will be about as quick as a cucumber from this point forward.

'Oh man... Thats great.. cant even tell he tore me up.'

Tolsoy talks real slow like the backwoods country boy he probably was, at least before the city and the meth habit.

[Tolsoys wits have been reduced from 2 to 1.]  

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She looks Leo over, her eyes raking over him, from toes to head. 'All fixed now, huh?' Though Leo can never really be all fixed up.

All the kings horses and all the kings men, couldn't put Leo back together again.

'Ok, now, party is over.' Her words are directed like darts at Jacob. He's still giving her the creeps. She lifts a hand and waves it at Jacob, as though she is shooing him away. Shit, why hasn't Dom come down. He could have shooed him away!

 He looks at the woman whom has decided that he is nothing.

"He is repaired as best as I could, I have business to attend to. Your very welcome and I will need to do another examination again in the near future. Perhaps if my assistance is not warranted in the future you would do well to keep tabs on your errant associates. I was under the opinion you had something to hide here..." in a churlish manner before he turns and walks back down into the basement.

Many had decided he was nothing in the past, she would change though. If she only knew what divinity he had, what old one favored him she would certainly have held her viperous tongue. He was the mouthpiece of the gods and they alone spoke to the kine through him.

He was a man not to be taken lightly.