• Closed • [Job Thread] A new leaf

[Varthakh]

70th Ashan 717

At last, the trial had come, the trial that he would show Alistair that he can be just as good at repairing bodies as he is at breaking them. Fridgar was stood at the entrance to Alistair's medical place in the form of Fridion; A blend of his Kaiserion and Fridgar totems. It was rare that he used this pointless ability, but figured he might as well. The form he'd assumed was a perfect blend of both his Kaiserion totem and self, it looked kind of weird.

Fridion stood at seven and a half feet tall while sporting mid-length, shaggy brown hair. His skin was smooth, save for the faded scars that lined his features. Most of said scars were difficult to notice, Fridgar didn't worry about them. His body was very muscular, not quite as hulking as Fridgar, but an athletic beast all the same. He still hadn't chosen a name for the form currently assumed, Fridion was boring and awkward to say. Perhaps a title? But what title could suffice for such a well-established doctor as he aspired to be? Fridgar rolled over his thoughts, he needed a title that had no ties to Fridgar, or at least none that the people of Rynmere knew.

Doctor? No, he wasn't a doctor yet. Sir? Like hell would he pass as a knight. Mr? That wasn't so bad, but Mr what? Robek? No, he'd already used that name, everyone knew it by now. Thorburn? The Lothar paused for some time, he rolled the thought about in his mind. Thorburn; his father's last name. While Fridgar didn't hold anything against his father, it was still painful to think about. Should he have been resentful? Granted, if anyone else had done what Robek had done to him or his mate, they wouldn't be breathing much longer. But Robek was his father, his dad. And even if he pretended he didn't, he loved his father.

The Lothar reached one of his large hands to his cheek and passively brushed away the wetness that rolled down his face. It took him half a bit to notice, but he soon realised that he was crying. He'd done that a lot in recent trials; cried silently. How he'd got into the habit though, he didn't know.

With a solemn shake of his head, he wiped his face dry with the new clothes he wore. Now wasn't the time to het homesick, he'd had six arcs for that. No, now was the time to chirp up and prepare for a trial of healing the sick and injured. This was Fridgar, turning over a new leaf. Farewell, Fridgar the assassin, hello Mr.Thorburn the doctor. He stood with a bright, warm smile and waiter for Kaiserion and his mate, Alistair.

[Alistair]

"Doctor Alistair," the Lotharro called him, sitting quietly at his desk with a parchment pressed between his parted lips. It was Kaiserion -- young looking, pretty, with bright blond hair and stunning sea blue eyes. His receptionist had grown rather professional, and also rather comfortable. The way he lounged about was not proper of a slave, but Alistair reminded himself consistently that this was not truly what Kaiserion was. He was family, and he was a hard worker.

"Nurse Kleine," the mage called him, referring to him by his birth name. Unsure of whether or not the title offended him, he did not linger on it for long, and leaned over the desk to swat the young man on the head for his silly behavior. He had a pile of documents sitting before him, yet he'd not touched any of them. Instead, he twirled them around his fingers, spread them apart on the desk as if he were a child. It was his way of getting back at Alistair for not hiring another receptionist, a secretary of sort, and there was no way in Faldrun's fiery ass that Fridgar was going to be handling paperwork.

"Fridgar's outside," the mage said, nodding his head. Kaiser smirked, shaking his head.

"You mean... Fridion!" he exclaimed, rising from his seat and striking a manly pose, showing off his surprisingly well developed biceps. "Fridion, not Kaiserion nor Fridgar, but instead the best of both - a Hero like none we've ever--"

Alistair rolled his eyes, and held out his palm, gesturing for the Lotharen nurse to cease his silliness. "This is incredibly serious business, Kaiser," he said, half sarcastically, as one could indicate from his wording. "Fridion... whatever you call him... working here doesn't change that. I'm still going to be an epic hardass," the mage explained. Kaiserion laughed; Alistair's self awareness was incredible.

The mage dropped a parchment onto his desk - it was the employee roster. Kaiserion would not write in any name yet, they'd decided they would wait to see what Fridgar requested to be called. Stretching, the mage opened the wooden door to the Sabaissant Medical Offices, Sabaissmais for short, and placed a wooden sign in front of the office to indicate that it was open for business. He would train Fridgar on the job.

"My love," he called him quietly, sure that no one was around. The location was incredibly elevated, directly across from the palace on the upper layer of Sabaissant city, overlooking the river and the many homes and businesses below. It was a marvelous, extravagant location, though of course incredibly difficult to attend if a crippled or elderly individual -- at least without proper assistance. That was why, as of today, Alistair had instituted something of an emergency retrieval service. Now that Fridgar was working here, he could send off the fledgling doctor to retrieve patients, bringing them to the hospital at expedited speeds where they could be treated with care.

Today, however, Alistair had something different in mind - Fridgar would learn the procedures.

"Come in," he asked, ushering his mate into the office. "You look handsome. Not as much as your usual self, but you're strikingly tall, and much more professional," he added, a small smile growling. "What would you like me to call you on the job, love?"

[Varthakh]

Mr. Thorburn had been standing outside of sabaissant for what felt like dozens of bits, perhaps half a break? Still, his enthusiastic smile was unwavering, even as his teeth dried from exposure to the air as he stood. Was this how it felt to be a good doctor? He could remember that they typically smiled a lot, probably to keep the patient calm and at ease during surgery, though Mr. Thorburn didn't feel very calming in his current state.

At last, Alistair opened the door, calling his name as he beckoned him. "Your what?" the fancy looking Lothar asked. "I'm Mr. Thorburn, m'lord. We've spoke through the pigeon, I'm intended to start work here?" he asked, speaking for the first time in this form. It surprised even him, the voice he'd acquired in transformation was both stern and authoritative, but also... Pompus? Flirty? It was light, soft, calm. Already, his persona was starting to annoy him.

"May I come in?" Mr. Thorburn asked with a slight bow, still towering above the human. His form was way off, it was almost blindingly obvious that he was pretending to know what he was talking about. On top of that, his clothes were rugged and cheap, failing to match the level of etiquette that he pretended to know. In truth, he looked like both a weirdo and a suspicious person in one go.

When at last he was allowed into the building, he would remove his rough leather jacket and look about the room for a place to hang the item of clothing. He spied Kaiserion. "Ah, a peasant. Please put this piece of finely crafted leather work somewhere safe? Be careful, it's worth more than all of your annual wages!" he began to fold the jacket, closing it from the middle and folding the bottom over the collar. He stopped. Shit, where did he fold next? Was he even folding properly? Mr. Thorburn's paws began to shake, tremble at the mere weight of his shitty leather jacket.

His paws would slowly clench, closing around the leather uncomfortably tight. A low rumble reverberated through the air around him, emanating from his throat; he was growling. Mr. Thorburn slowly and steadily crumbled the shirt into a ball while shaking like a maniac. His teeth would bare, revealing his shortened fangs. "I can't do it... he muttered under his breath, clenching his paws with rage around the crumbled jacket. Furious swampy-green eyes looked to Kaiserion before reeling his paw back "I CAN'T DO IT!! he roared, pelting the crumpled jacket at the other Lothar, whether it hit or not was an entirely different story.

Fridgar let loose a bestial howl of rage, surrendering to his destructive desires before the job had even began. "I can't do it, Alistair! I'll never be sophisticated!" he gripped his medium-length hair, pulling at his roots in frustration. He began to pace, apparently bothered by his inability to perform simple non-destructive tasks.

[Alistair]

Your what? the man asked, looking mighty fancy compared to his normal self and putting on a very elegant and haughty voice. I'm Mr. Thorburn my lord, we've... The mage rolled his eyes. He got it now, Fridgar was playing a joke. Putting on a persona. He had to admit, he didn't like the idea of acting distant and professional with Fridgar, but he supposed it would be a proper way to act as both the business leader, his boss and an instructor on professionalism. He played along, not attempting to dislodge Fridgar from what was clearly an attempt to act his role. Plus, his voice was really cute.

May I come in? the Becomer asked, and with a small smile, Alistair complied. Ushering him inside, the mage looked him up and down. His clothes were not as nice as they needed to be - this was Sabaissant. They would need to order a replacement from the local tailor as soon as possible, and so 'Mr. Thorburn' would need to go in for a fitting. Alistair would simply not have it otherwise; the patients here sought beauty as much as they sought healing. It might have been difficult for Fridgar to understand, but Sabaissant was known as the Realm of Glamour.

"Mr. Thorburn," he called him with some level of scrutiny, "this is Sabaissant -- a city run by my mother, one day to be run by me. The city of beauty, art, fashion, and fine wine. A city known for its perfection in all things; no cobblestone unclean, no trash littered about. We must dramatically revamp your attire," the mage said, shaking his head. Poor Fridgar would probably feel very down about that, but Alistair was being honest. If he wanted to play the part of this elegant Mr. Thorburn, truly play that part, he needed to look it.

Ah, a peasant, he called, referring to Kaiserion, who was ironically dressed much better than he was. When Mr. Thorburn referred to Kaiserion's annual wages, Alistair nearly laughed, and the Lotharro scoffed. "I'm a slave, I don't have annual wages!" he exclaimed, rising from his chair with a very facetious glare. The two men then began to watch Mr. Thorburn fold his jacket, which seemed to be an act in futility. Fridgar's rage began to boil inside of him, and both Alistair and Kaiser worried for what its unleash may bring. The mage would wrestle his fiance if he had to, to protect this office, though he hoped it wouldn't come to that point. Alistair decided to let Fridgar channel his anger on his own, and to trust him not to hurt his mate's hard work.

I can't do it... he began to whisper, Alistair stepping forward once, preparing the words to try and console him. Maybe his talk about his clothes had gotten to him? Maybe Kaiserion's rebuttal about his wages? Maybe the folding? Maybe all of the above? Penciling in option D, the mage decided that perhaps he'd been too hard on his mate already, after asking him already to both enter the role of a professional doctor and as the office's resident bearish eye candy.

Kaiserion reeled as he was pelted by the man's jacket, fueled by the culmination of his outrage. He frowned, deciding not to throw it back, considering the man's volatility. Or was it virility?

Alistair stepped forward, placing a calming hand on his mate's bicep, wrapping himself around him in an attempt to bring him some sort of relaxation. "My love," he called him, as the act had faded. "You'll be a wonderful doctor, my love, and a great emergency patient escort. Just don't worry about pretentiously playing the part -- wear nice clothes, but be you. The patients will love having a big, energetic Lotharro around; it'll be an exotic experience, and Sabaissant craves those. And I crave my mate -- I'd want you to be who you are, and open with me, so we can do things like this..." the mage leaned in, standing on his toes, bringing Fridgar's face down to his. Kissing him gently on the lips, he smoothed his palms over the man's back.

"You don't have to be very sophisticated, you just have to be a good doctor. Do you think you can do that, my love?"

[Varthakh]

Mr. Thorburn looked to his employer as he mentioned his attire, quite right. He'd not dressed suitably for the occasion at all. "My apologies, m'lord. I've just come from Warrick, as you know. And there's been a hooligan on the loose there for the past six arcs, brawling and raving, running around the streets shirtless. I didn't want to dirty my good clothes while passing through town." He was speaking of that Fridgar fellow, from the trials before he ran rampant through the streets of Andaris, killing people left right and centre.

"But yes, I will purchase appropriate clothing once I have settled in to this... Sabaissant..." he spoke Sabaissant incorrectly, as Fridgar normally did. Despite trying to save face and roll with the punches that were thrown, he inevitably failed and was reduced to the furious train wreck that was Fridgar.

Alistair approached and held onto his bicep, reaching up to be able to grab hold of that part of Mr. Thorburn. The amalgamate Lothar lowered a little by bending his knees before taking a seat on a piece of furniture that looked to be ridiculously small compared to his long lean frame. Alistair explained all that was expected of him, he definitely had to wear nice clothes, that was a given. But he didn't have to act pompous and annoying, that much was for the noble, which he wasn't.

Fridgar held his head with his paw, wallowing in self-pity. That was until his beloved spoke his duties, escorting the sick and unable to Sabaissmais. Carrying people? That was easy enough, Fridgar had carried plenty of bodies from A to B. Though old and sick people? He wasn't one for being gentle, not at all. Though, for his mate's reputation, he would. "I can be a good doctor, Ali, Cariad," Fridgar would move to kiss his mate on the cheek, kissing him on the lips might have stirred some carnal desires that they shouldn't really be performing in front of Kaiserion.

That being said, this is where the two fell for one another and made love. Fridgar looked to the table that he'd laid Alistair on that long Cylus. After, he would cast his eyes to his beloved with a nostalgic smile. He'd changed so much that night, his path was directed from the evil he was being led down. If he could begin such a change while barely knowing the man that would come to be his fiancé, surely, he could make the effort to handle people gentler while knowing everything he did about the Venora?

Re-invigorated, Fridgar stood, puffing his chest out proudly. "I can do it!" he declared, full of determination. "What's my first task, Alistair?" Fridgar looked about the room before settling his swampy green eyes on the desk. Documents were sprawled across the surface as well as a quill and ink at the ready. "You need me to sign something or what?" he'd dropped the annoying tone completely, he was back to Fridgar in the body of Mr. Thorburn.

[Alistair]

The mage laughed at his mate's joke, about himself. The Warrick savage, running around shirtless, brawling and raving. Fridgar was always so funny - the more he thought about it, the more he found himself laughing. "I love you," the mage said endearingly to his partner, determining that he would take him down to the tailor to get some nice clothes fitted for him. He wouldn't be able to buy any generic outfit, Fridgar simply wouldn't fit that. He was a giant.

"Sabaisan(t)," he corrected his pronunciation. "Sa-bai-san, bai like goodbye and san like Saun. The extra s is only to be pretentious, and the 't' is silent because we Venora can't speak common properly," the mage explained, grinning lightly as he did. "I swear I'll spank you senselessly if you call it Sa-bay-sent again," he added, smacking his lover's ass and causing for Kaiserion to profusely blush from the receptionist's desk.

Moving forward, he explained Fridgar's role to him, what he needed to do and what he didn't. Fridgar seemed reassured that he did not need to act like some pompous noble twit, though Alistair hoped he realized that he still needed to be polite and calm. I can be a good doctor, he said. Cariad.

"You can, my love," the physician nodded. "You can be good at a lot of things that you don't know you can. I've seen it a dozen times, and I know I'll see it here, too," the mage said, smiling brightly at the Lotharro. He caught his mate staring at the table where Fridgar laid him down, senselessly making love to him as the two bonded for the first time. That was the night where Fridgar lost his virginity, and it was among the most memorable nights in Alistair's life. He would never forget just how loved he felt, and how loved he'd always felt since then.

As their eyes both returned from the table, something seemed to click in both of them. I can do it! Fridgar yelled, quickly followed by Alistair. "You can!" he exclaimed, before jumping onto his mate and wrapping his legs around his waist. He kissed him senselessly, even as he stumbled, and held him as tightly as he could.

"I'm so glad to have you here, Frid," he said with a light wetness in his eyes. "I think you'll be a great doctor, and a great worker. Don't doubt yourself, you handsome man," the nobleman said enthusiastically. Gesturing for Fridgar to carry him over to the receptionist's table, he nodded for Kaiserion to ready his personnel sheet.

"Right now, it's just me, you and Kaiserion. We're not open all the time, hell we're not open as often as I'd like us to be. You'll work pretty much whenever I do, and you'll serve as my assistant physician and surgeon while Kaiserion handles appointments, parchment work, guest reception and very basic information collection. When a patient needs to be brought in by emergency means, usually requested by a friend or family members of theirs, you'll go to their apartment and bring them here. Most of the time though, we do home visits. It's just... there are some patients whose conditions are dire enough that they need all of the medical equipment and reagents directly accessible to them," he explained.

Unfortunately, those patients also often required twenty four hour service, but with his limited staffing he couldn't provide that. Alistair needed to expand the business.

"Sign your name here," he asked, motioning to be let down. "Doctor Thorburn is fine," Alistair said. "I'm written as Doctor Venora, so..."

Once Fridgar signed, the mage's face would be lit with a smile. "That was your first task. This is orientation day, love -- the hard work will begin after I've trained you on all of our procedures and have taught you about our equipment, herbal supplements and healing products. That won't be today, though," he stated, nodding.

[Varthakh]

"Ssssabaisannn..." he rolled his letters before deciding that he would actively try to troll his mate. "Sssabi town..." he grinned, planting his lips on the nobles while he still stood, not having been knocked out. Instead of catching a stray fist to the jaw for his apparent masochistic streak, he instead found the cheeks of his posterior jolting and lurching his hips forward with a sudden light stinging pain. Fridgar looked to the human once more, eye filled with shock and slight... hunger?

"Well, if that's the case, I might have to start calling it 'Sa-bay-sent' more!" He grinned mischievously, leaving himself open for another slap. Though, Alistair might notice that he was growing excited; Kaiserion certainly had.

While he was sitting, however, Alistair talked him through some basic procedures that he would be performing as well as his role as a people carrier. All the while, he enforced his confidence in his ability to perform up-to-standard. Fridgar well and truly believed he could do it, spurring on his tangent of enthusiasm. Alistair leaped on him in return, declaring that he could do it while kissing him in blinding passion, Fridgar held onto the noble by his behind, tasting his beloved to the fullest. Fridgar sighed, utterly satisfied with seemingly everything in that moment.

Things were looking up for him soon, maybe one trial he wouldn't even need to pretend to be a good person and would genuinely care for the weak? Unlikely, though possible at this rate. "I understand," Fridgar nodded in agreement to his own job description. He understood the gist of his job, but would need to be trained on specific procedures and treatments. Some ground rules would probably help for when he carried people to the office, too.

Fridgar put the noble down at walked to the desk with him, where he was instructed to sign. As he held the quill in his hands, he looked to Alistair with surprise. Doctor Thorburn? Had he already earned the title of Doctor? So be it, he wrote as instructed, naming himself as 'Doctor Thorburn'. His glinting eyes met Alistair’s with a beaming smile. even if he hadn't done anything yet, he felt as though he'd accomplished something. A nod of agreement followed Alistair's plan of attack. "Yes sir, I look forward to working in Sa-bais-mais," he took the piss once more, deliberately pronouncing Sabaissmais incorrectly.

At last, he approached Kaiserion and collected his balled-up jacket from the floor. "Good luck to you, Sir Kaiserion. I hope that blow to the head wasn't too severe! God thing you work at a hospital, hm?" Dr. Thorburn returned to his haughty voice before un-crumpling his jacket, adorning himself and heading out the door with a warm smile and a wave.

[Doran]

Alistair:

Knowledge:
Business Management: Hiring a new employee
Business Management: Orientation
Business Management: Using your employee's strengths to introduce new features
Business Management: Overworking an employee
Business Management: Handling an employee roster
Business Management: One needs more employees for more opening hours
Business Management: In a high class locale, all of one's employees must dress well
Rhetoric: Inspiring confidence in another

Sabaissant: Slangs and mock names
Fridgar: My lover, my warrior, my employee

Loot: N/A
Injuries: N/A
Fame: +1 General Good Deed
Devotion: N/A

Points: 15

These points CANNOT be used for magic!

Fridgar:

Knowledge:
Acting: Using different words than you would normally
Acting: More convincing while disguised
Acting: Useful for throwing people off your scent
Disguise: Becoming is useful
Disguise: Clothing must match the persona
Etiquette: Keep clothing in mind
Etiquette: Greeting a noble
Throwing weapons: Throwing clothes

Alistair: Your new boss
Alistair: Supportive of your doctoring 'skills'
Alistair: believes in you

Loot: N/A
Injuries: N/A
Fame: N/A
Devotion: N/A

Points: 15

These points CANNOT be used for magic!

Comments: Haha! I loved this thread. “Fridion” seems so uncomfortable in his new role! I grinned when I was reading it. I want more doctor threads now! Fridgar and Alistair are a great couple. And your signature, Fridgar! Don’t tempt me. One of these days I might just come and collect the bounty!

Picture: "After the Storm" by maf04, licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0./cropped and resized