Cylus 16, Arc 721
On the 16th of Cylus, Devin Thorn, medical genius in progress, master bard and priest of Delroth, was just sitting cross-legged on the shaggy rug in front of the fireplace, because it was nice and warm there, dressed in a very stylish, but nonetheless comfortable almost neon purple outfit. His notebook was in his lap, and he was drawing. He was not a very good artist. In fact, he was probably the worst artists in all of Scalvoris Town, but he didn’t care. He enjoyed drawing, and that was all that mattered. Besides, art didn’t necessarily have anything to do with perfection. It was about being creative and testing the limits – and having a whole lot of fun in the process.
So, he he had decided to draw a monster. He was just making a rough sketch of something that looked like a misshapen blob with undefinable stick-like protrusions, using a pencil, but in his mind, it looked like the most fearsome and mutated monster of all of the monsters in Idalos. He was so engrossed in his drawing that he didn’t pay any attention to what was happening around him, and he only paused occasionally in order to push his somewhat messy black hair out of his face because he couldn’t see a lot if he had hair in front of his eyes.
He had just decided to give his monster a tail – no, three tails, because more was always better in his opinion, although the tails looked more like thick wavy lines rather than proper tails – when he felt someone touch his shoulder. He immediately dropped his pencil and his notebook and jumped up, half expecting some sort of terrible creature to have snuck up on him. When he spun around, his violet eyes wide, he found himself facing his roommate Aidan rather than an evil intruder though – his roommate Aidan who looked half flabbergasted and half amused.
“Sorry”, the student remarked and grinned slightly. “I didn’t mean to scare you, but there’s someone at the door, and you didn’t answer when I called your name”, he told him before he cast a quick glance at the notebook that was lying on the floor now, furrowing his brow as he did so. “Who’s that … gentleman, by the way, if you don’t mind me asking?” he wanted to know and nodded towards Devin’s anti-masterpiece that also sported three pairs of (astonishingly badly drawn, blob-like) eyes in seemingly random places on its face, but didn’t have any ears.
(Devin didn’t know how to draw ears, besides, realism was overrated in his opinion, anyway. He knew that most creatures had ears, but this was just a drawing, on a piece of paper. A drawing didn’t need ears to function. He often drew shoes without laces for the same reason.)
“Arkarototokokok the Terrible”, Devin replied in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, having recovered from the brief shock and cracked a smile. He had just made the name up on the fly because Aidan seemed to actually expect an answer from him, but he kind of liked it.
“So, anyway, who’s at the door?” he wanted to know and continued, without waiting for the older man’s answer. “Is it a patient? Does someone need to get a tooth extracted? I’ll go and get my doctor’s coat right away. You can tell them to wait in the treatment room in the meantime”, he told Aidan. Devin was eccentric, and his moral compass was often a little skewed, but a doctor that was worth his grain of salt did not make his patients wait. That was something that was totally unacceptable in his opinion.
Besides, he loved extracting teeth!
On the 16th of Cylus, Devin Thorn, medical genius in progress, master bard and priest of Delroth, was just sitting cross-legged on the shaggy rug in front of the fireplace, because it was nice and warm there, dressed in a very stylish, but nonetheless comfortable almost neon purple outfit. His notebook was in his lap, and he was drawing. He was not a very good artist. In fact, he was probably the worst artists in all of Scalvoris Town, but he didn’t care. He enjoyed drawing, and that was all that mattered. Besides, art didn’t necessarily have anything to do with perfection. It was about being creative and testing the limits – and having a whole lot of fun in the process.
So, he he had decided to draw a monster. He was just making a rough sketch of something that looked like a misshapen blob with undefinable stick-like protrusions, using a pencil, but in his mind, it looked like the most fearsome and mutated monster of all of the monsters in Idalos. He was so engrossed in his drawing that he didn’t pay any attention to what was happening around him, and he only paused occasionally in order to push his somewhat messy black hair out of his face because he couldn’t see a lot if he had hair in front of his eyes.
He had just decided to give his monster a tail – no, three tails, because more was always better in his opinion, although the tails looked more like thick wavy lines rather than proper tails – when he felt someone touch his shoulder. He immediately dropped his pencil and his notebook and jumped up, half expecting some sort of terrible creature to have snuck up on him. When he spun around, his violet eyes wide, he found himself facing his roommate Aidan rather than an evil intruder though – his roommate Aidan who looked half flabbergasted and half amused.
“Sorry”, the student remarked and grinned slightly. “I didn’t mean to scare you, but there’s someone at the door, and you didn’t answer when I called your name”, he told him before he cast a quick glance at the notebook that was lying on the floor now, furrowing his brow as he did so. “Who’s that … gentleman, by the way, if you don’t mind me asking?” he wanted to know and nodded towards Devin’s anti-masterpiece that also sported three pairs of (astonishingly badly drawn, blob-like) eyes in seemingly random places on its face, but didn’t have any ears.
(Devin didn’t know how to draw ears, besides, realism was overrated in his opinion, anyway. He knew that most creatures had ears, but this was just a drawing, on a piece of paper. A drawing didn’t need ears to function. He often drew shoes without laces for the same reason.)
“Arkarototokokok the Terrible”, Devin replied in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, having recovered from the brief shock and cracked a smile. He had just made the name up on the fly because Aidan seemed to actually expect an answer from him, but he kind of liked it.
“So, anyway, who’s at the door?” he wanted to know and continued, without waiting for the older man’s answer. “Is it a patient? Does someone need to get a tooth extracted? I’ll go and get my doctor’s coat right away. You can tell them to wait in the treatment room in the meantime”, he told Aidan. Devin was eccentric, and his moral compass was often a little skewed, but a doctor that was worth his grain of salt did not make his patients wait. That was something that was totally unacceptable in his opinion.
Besides, he loved extracting teeth!
Notes
This solo is about the consequence given to me by Pegasus in here.
