Talking the Talk

Talking the Talk
Summary: Ignacious and Breanna have a talk after the past problems
Date: 24/09/2013
Related: Who's Afraid of the Wicky Witch, Pit of Despire, Freedom?
Players:
Ignacious Breanna 

Laketown Temple Infirmary
The infirmary is a large open room with beds lining the walls. Between the beds rest small tables that range from being empty as the bed next to it to being covered with bandages, basins and countless jars of salves, and perhaps the stray memento or three for the patient it is near. Several of the beds have privacy screens that are set up around them, and other screens can be seen rest towards the back of the room with the many row of cupboards that most likely hold countless bandages and herbs, salves and teas for the healers and apothecaries that work there. Additional cupboards have been placed between every third bed or so as well.

With serving not only those of the Temple but those of Laketown and any who have been brought requesting aid, there is near always some soul being looked after or tended to within the infirmary by one of the Priests, Priestess or Acolytes of the Temple. There is but a single door that leads to and from the room, though it is wide enough for several to pass through at once, especially for those who may be carrying injured upon stretchers.

IC date of RP

The morning is cool, damp and the clouds cling to the sky across Laketown. Breanna is sitting on a cot while one of the healers is busy undoing the bandages from her wrists, after her little stay down in the dungeons the wounds caused by the shackles had gotten infected, rusty metal and open wounds don't work well with one another. The ranger is quiet, merely watching the work and left wondering if it will have improved any as she's getting tired of all this. Word has trickled down that Merrick has left, which makes her feel warey about being at the Temple. The last time she was on her own problems happened after all. The silvery she-wolf is at her side, curled up on the cot and pressed close to the woman, the bright brown gaze of the animal flicking slowly this way and then as she keeps a close eye on the area around.

The infirmary is kept bustling, as the Laketown temple is always a haven of sorts for the injured, so it might take a short while before the familiar sounds of a man striding in full plate breeches the din enough to reach Breanna's ears… But there it is, all the same. /Chink/, /chink/, /chink/…and it is followed, of course, by the one man Breanna is probably least likely to want to see…the former Sir Ignacious, now bound in Brotherhood. His helmet is again off and held at his side, much like it was when she came upon him in prayer, those few days past. His face is impassive, and lacking in that severe distrust and accusation it has held for her recently…at least, in as much as it can ever be lacking those things. He comes to stop at the foot of Breanna's bed, and, when given leave to speak by the healers, he utters a signle, simple phrase. "I have heard that you have been declared free of taint. That is good."

Breanna is quiet as she watches the work, the bandages are pulled free and she eyes the wounds, which are better but still needing attention. The sound of metal chinking catches her attention and she takes in a slight breath tensing up and lifts her gaze to flick around until she catches sight of the man that caused her such problems. She frowns while eyeing him, he is moving closer and closer and then stopping there near her? A glance is sent towards the healer whom looks back to her and gives her arm a slight pat. "I'll be right back with more bandages and the honey and clove mixture." So even he is escaping? The Ranger takes in a breath and lifts her gaze towards the 'Chosen' whom she glowers at. "Imagine if ye would have listened at the start… Because I was /right/." She states with a thin tone.

The accusation and assertion doesn't seem to faze Ignacious at all, who lets his shoulders rise and fall in a brief shrugs. "It is my duty to remain watchful, and to present such cases for the preists to determine. If /you/ had simply come with me to prove your innocents from the start, I fear it would have saved you much hardship." So that's it then. No remorse at all. But, at least he is no longer wildly distrusting of her, either.

Breanna just eyes the man for a few moments. "Really, that is what ye gather from all this?" She questions with a thin tone. "Ye drew a damn sword on me, where I'm from if someone does that ye best protect yerself or they are going ta kill ye." Yeah she's not happy at the moment. To her going with him so easily would have meant certain death seeing what happened between them after all.

"I would not wish myself unarmed against someone who would not treat me the same courtesy. For where I'm from, a wolf /is/ a weapon, and yours was all too prepared…" the giant of a man notes, looking off at the peaceful creature curled up. "Regardless, within these walls, you abide by our law, and if a Chosen has need to bring you before a priest, it must be done. They will sort the rest, as they have done for you now."

Breanna is quiet as she listens to the others, she shifts slowly a hand lifting to rub acros sher eyes a few moment. "Right, ye see everyone as the bad person unless it is someone that is part of the Temple. Though the way ye treated Merrick makes me wonder that thought as well." As for her wolf, the animal stays put, save for it's gaze resting upon the man that is mere feet away. "As soon as I am able I plan on leaving this Temple. Brother Merrick was the only reason I stayed so long, and with him not here I see no reason to stay."

"I see the /potential/ for taint wherever it has the chance to arise. Such is my duty. But if you wish to leave," he shrugs again. "So be it. You have been named innocent and are free to go." Of Merrick, he says nothing, though who knows what he might be hiding behind eyes like his? "It is good though, that you have not yet departed. I came to ask, since you spend so much time out in the wood…if you know of any that /are/ witches, hiding out beyond our walls."

Breanna lets her gaze flick around searching for that healer, really where did he got to get the stuff? Her gaze turns back to Iggy, watching him a few moments and pondering what to say, or wellnot say. As for the bit on Merrick she picks up on the fact that he said nothing, and this bothers her for some reason. "Are ye even sorry for what ye did to Merrick? One of yer own… One of yer brothers. Or does it not even enter yer mind that ye hurt him?" Though hurt him in what way? As for the rest there is a soft snort escaping her. "I live in the wood, which I thought was more of a threat then being in a place like this." That was a joke. As for the raise a brow lifts and she smirks a moment. "Who do ye consider witches… Everyone from what ye just said? I met people often while I travel, to me I don't peg them as witches at first glance, unlike the likes of ye."

"Brother Merrick made his choices. There is honor enough in that, for the Guardians saw fit to test us against one another, and he did not back down. All pain is a growing experience, and I do hope that from this, Brother Merrick has grown," Ignacious replies, his tone flat. A brow raises soon there after, however. "You would claim not to be a witch, yet you know not what one is? It is a practitioner of darker pursuits, girl. A maker of unclean potions, someone who seeks to ensorcell or ensnare the mind of another to some bent and twisted purpose…someone who makes unholy sacrifices to Kharnas or worse."

Breanna shakes her head at the talk of Merrick, someone whom she cares for deeply, she doesn't show the same like to the answer from this man before her. As for the rest there is a slight pause at the thought. "I do no go around with the same thoughts and ideals as ye." She points out, a quiet tone escaping her. "Not everyone that is outside of these walls are witches, not everyone out there is looking to ensnare the minds of others for a twisted purpose." Her pale gaze lowers to look at her wrists, the wounds caused by the shackles are still red and angry, infected though better. "I haven't seen any witches, or anyone matching the description that ye carry in yer mind what a witch is."
"I never said they were, child. Only of that potential, and the need to watch it carefully," the Brother reminds, a little less than gently. "It is good that you have seen none, but they are out there…of that, we can be certain. I will pray that they find me long before they ever find you, child," Ignacious harrumphs, with a tone of finality. It would appear he's done speaking to her.

"There is a possibility of potential in everyone, to do good, to do evil, to do their best, and to do their worst." Breanna says with a soft tone as her eyes close. "One can't linger on the what if's in life or they will never see things right in front of their faces." She smirks a bit at being called a child, a term that no one has used on her for a long time now even though she is young. "I just have to add, that I forgive ye for all this. I don't trust ye worth a damn, but I do forgive ye. Though truthfully, I wouldn't forgive ye if something should ever happen again. I do hope they ye have learned something from this to keep others out of harm's way. No everyone can get past dealing with something like this." Getting locked in a dungeon is not an easy thing, even her own past is haunting her at this moment in time whenever it is quiet and she is on her own.

Ignacious pauses on his way out, and casts his gaze back at her. In it she can see two eyes…eyes that have seen far more of their share of horrors than any man might ever see. "Sometimes, child, there are those of us who are meant to see past all of it…to allow the innocent to live their own lives. /You/ look for what is right in front of your face. I will look for the demons, so that you do not have to. And I forgive you, as well, child."

Breanna doesn't comment anymore as she listens to the leaving brother, a glance is sent his way watching him a few moments. By the time Ignacious is leaving the healer has returned and getting back to work on her wrists. A soft sigh escapes her and she glances off eying a far wall as her mind goes back to wandering.

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