Kirk looked grimly down at the tea set in front of him, seeing the reflection of his dread against the tea. His nails tapped against the wooden table restlessly, causing like vibrations against the surface.
“Well.. isn’t there anyone else that could help us then? Anything we can do to help our friend? Whatever the lengths, I promise you, we’ll try” Noir watched the scene silently, letting the smell of the tea soothe his own worry for their captain. It wouldn’t be a good time to start freaking out, it wouldn’t be good for the rest of the crew. So he stayed silent.
Kále didn't touch the tea that was poured for him, he didn't like tea, he found it to be too rich for him. He folded his arms as Kirk and the woman spoke, not wanting to intervene.
He thought to himself about the woman's injuries. How unfortunate that the attack that plagued the land had ultimately led to Leroy not getting the help he needed. There was something oddly fateful about it. "Somethin' in the woods? What kind of something?" He asked a pretty unimportant question, he was just interested in the monster that supposedly lives in the forest.
She waved nonchalantly. "Animal Attack." She looks off into the distant for a moment before looking back "I was careless. Took a short cut I shouldn't have trying to get another round of Treatment to the King and then to the People in Macua."
"Animal was running rabid a few nights ago during the full moon. Knocked me to the ground, and my hands hit a patch of Molten Rock. The sudden shock of the surrounding cold caused burns and onset frost." She sighed. "Entirely my own Fault."
*
It had been a cold night. Oslar was bundled in the thick parka with the fur hood of it around her face. She had gotten a horned snow owl delivery right to her door step that the king needed help, he had a sudden infection. But the story that she had told the trio wasn't the full truth.
She had gotten to the new Castle in no time. The large wooden building that was dark in color, made of strong timber. It had taken only a few weeks to construct with the held of a Devil Fruit user among them by the name of Dublo. A fruit that allowed him to split into dozens and dozens of people. His top Guardian.
Tall, and with along side brows that came down to his jaw almost in mutton chops. Square jaw, and long hair. With a strong body that was rarely ever seen out of his thick fabric studded armor.
The building it self was built like a church or a triangular prism, but with the walls being cinched in, and the roofing paneled in nail-less shingles that curved off into peaks. It served only as a grand hall and a few chambers for the King.
"Shhh, Just take this." Oslar soothed the king. A tall, lanky man with greying black hair. Wrinkles across his fore head, triangle shaped face. A beard that split into five thinner peaks that curved off his face in long strands.
After giving him medicine. Oslar headed back out. This time shorter. Knowing she could wait. She had rushed before with out gloves. But now she could walk with her hands in her pockets.
But, it was upon walking through the chilled forest that something big came through the forest in a frenzy, a rare animal that had since become quiet a common sight, the embear. Furocious territorial beast that usually tended to stay close to the heat vents, known for their hot body temperature that allows them to be almost like coals.
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It took nothing but a smack from the claw that were like heated knives for her to fall to her knees and hands on the cooling magma bed.
*
"Tell me? What is the Name of your Friend?"
“Oh my.. well, I hope your hands heal soon, then.” Kirk wished her, looking up from the tea. “you should really get some protection out here or something, especially if you’re the only doctor left.” Noir had been sipping his tea, considering it would be a waste of this woman’s efforts if she prepared all of this tea and no one drank any. He had to say, it was delicious, he might even ask for what herbs she put into this.
"Oh, trust me. I have protection. It's how I survived. They just weren't enough in the split moments." She said looking from Noir, then to Kirk with a look for him to continue.
“His name is Falcon D. Leroy.” Kirk responded, eventually shoving his hands into his lap to stop from fidgeting. “He’s waiting for us back on the ship with our other friend… I hope they are doing alright still.”
The Doctors Eyes light up glasses falling back onto her face before slipping down to the edge of her nose, exposing her eyes "D.?"
"Huh...Well, seems like you're friends pretty hefty then huh? Everyone I've ever heard with that initials been a big deal." She says standing up, chair creaking.
"Theres been rumors about people with that Inital for ages. Gol D. Roger for Example." She says plainly. Had she misspoken? The deceased pirate king, to everyone's knowledge, was named 'Gold Roger'. At least that's what the Bounty Posters said. But she was right. There had been people with that initial for a long time. Sometimes, people would know distantly of someone with the initial. So it was certainly rare. Though not unheard of...
A person who knew a person who was one sort of situation.
She turns around. Raising a bandaged finger. "You know. Come to think of it. I think I can help. Or rather, I know someone who can."
Both Noir and Kirk perked their heads up in intrigue, but for different reasons. “Really? You can help?” Kirk started to stand up quickly, a grin bursting onto his face. His gloom was gone and his hope was restored! If they could get ANY help from the doctor, it would mean the world! “Thank you so much! Cmon, you two” He urged the swordsman and chef before following. Noir got up and started to follow as well, only for her voice to stop them.
"No!" She spoke sternly. And in quite the surprising tone “You wont be coming along with me when I leave.” It was a surprise. But it was swift and short lived. She then regained her composure and spoke, a smile coming across her lips
Kirk stopped quickly, eyes going wide at the sudden seriousness, before slowly sitting back down, Noir following in suit while also looking mortified.
Noirs mind was on the ‘Gol D.' Roger part. While he would never want to correct a woman, there was something about the way she said it.. “Oh… excuse me, ma’am?” He decided to pipe up, knowing Kále probably wouldn’t remember the difference between the late pirate kings names. “Not to be… rude, of course, but don’t you mean Gold Roger?”