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[highhealplz]

[ There's a scruffy, friendly-lookin dude front and center here, sort of recognizable as the slightly older, longer-haired version that used to go around being stuffy and formal. This sheepish smile is pretty uncharacteristic of him from back then, though. ]

Hello! I'm Ashraf. I was here a while ago, co-director of the transport-run clinic? [ He offers a wave. ] So hello again to anyone that knew me. I'm sorry in advance if I don't remember you very well, it's been about fifty years on my end! [ says the guy who doesn't look a day over 20 ]

So, anyway— I figured this could be a long shot, but... does anyone have a way with clothing?

[ Here's where the sheepish smile makes a triumphant return. He pulls up a pair of beautifully embroidered robes, obviously expensive, but currently full of violent-looking rips, tears, and a bullet hole or two. There's also some bloodstains left over from attempts to wash them out. ]

I tried, I really did. At this point, I think it's going to take magic to set these straight. Or a whole new set, maybe. So, um... any takers? I could pay!

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[firstroar]

Very well. [half-beat.] Thank you.

[highhealplz]

[ And true to his word, he's shortly stepping out of the elevator (ain't no one got time for stairs, even if they're going down), glancing around, and heading for 110. He sounds a quick knock and steps back to wait. ]

[firstroar]

[knowing he's on his way gives Blue enough time to get up and reach the door before he's there. but...it's courteous to let a little time lapse between the knock and actually opening, right? otherwise, it's like he's just waiting for him, standing there...

which, granted, he is, but. shh.

door, open. Blue dips his head, stepping back with it to allow him in.]

Ashraf.

[highhealplz]

Hi! [ He's met with a bright smile, which... falters a little when he realizes this is another case of having forgotten a name. Man, that's embarrassing. ]

Sorry, um — what was your name? It's on the tip of my tongue, really.

[firstroar]

[he looks over his shoulder toward him as he closes the door, troubled by that flare of embarrassment. rather, the forgetting. memory loss is a touchy subject for him...]

Blue. We were not strongly acquainted. [so that's something to forgive, isn't it?]

[highhealplz]

Blue, right. [ is that familiar? well, sort of. ] Well, I'm Ashraf — again.

[firstroar]

[he nods slightly, as if he's not sure a second greeting is called for.

and then there's a beat where he just stands there, staring, to get a sense of this fuzzier, smilier Ashraf.

...and then he blinks, looking away from him.]

Do you wish to sit, or...?

[highhealplz]

No, no, that's fine! [ And with no further delay, he casts his heal. It's a good deal stronger this time, the holy magic behind it increased nearly by half again. He smiles warmly, head cocked. ]

How's that? I can do more.

[firstroar]

[looking slightly alarmed is the order of the day, clearly. getting all smacked in the face with a fat dose of magic isn't something he's conditioned to expect or react to...

he startles, standing away from the door now that he doesn't have to lean on it, holding his breath. give him a minute to process, here; not feeling weary is still a shock.

minute two is gaping at Ashraf who can dispense this feeling like it was peanuts. remarkable.]

[highhealplz]

[ ok he kind of has to laugh at that, sorry. And as he hasn't received a "no it's fine" yet, he'll just go ahead and cast it twice more. ]

[firstroar]

[again?]

W–[and again. jeez, Ashraf.] Wait, but... [wow, standing is definitely a thing he can do no problem now! but--] How can there be no cost to something that powerful? Doesn't it affect you at all?

[highhealplz]

Not anymore. [ cheerfully! ] Healing used to wear me out, but every priest gets over that in acolytehood.

[ a beat, while he reconsiders it, then amends: ]

Except for some. The ones that like to hit things. They never get very good at it.

[firstroar]

[that sounds too good to be true. Blue is still rather stunned.]

How can power like that exist...?

[highhealplz]

Because God wills it to. [ He offers a shrug: the best he can do. ] We don't question it, we just give thanks for it.