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Post by demikara on Jul 14, 2019 11:46:03 GMT -6
Catherine was never out sick. Tyrus was fairly certain she hadn't had a cold the entire time that he knew her. So when he showed up for the first time off of medical leave, still sore and stiff but no longer one giant ache, he had been incredibly surprised to find out that she had called in sick. This, as far as he was concerned, called for an investigation. Did she even have cold medicine? He doubted it. So he had dropped by in the middle of the work day because he could just claim to be on a long lunch, and decided to check her over.
He knocked on the door to Catherine's home patiently, though really he wanted to know what was wrong with her. Hopefully it was something minor like a head cold and not anything serious. Given how rarely she called out, that is, never, he had a feeling it was more more serious.
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Sick Day
Jul 14, 2019 12:52:04 GMT -6
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Post by Circe on Jul 14, 2019 12:52:04 GMT -6
It took a few minutes, but soon there were sounds of things being unlatched and unbolted. The door then opened revealing Catherine, looking quite exhausted and bedraggled. Pieces of hair were coming loose from what would have been a normally tidy braid and her normally pale skin was flush.
With a puffy face and swollen eyes, it looked like a common cold more than anything else.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
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Post by demikara on Jul 14, 2019 13:01:13 GMT -6
"Checking on you." He said simply. "You don't actually get sick after all. I can also probably burn it out of you, if you like. I'm cleared to do magic and I do know a few basic healing spells." He could help, at least, or treat the symptoms well enough that she wouldn't be quite so miserable looking. Worst comes to worse, he could diagnose it and if it was bacterial, he could get her to the doctor. Viral she'd have to deal with, but bacteria they had medicine for, he was sure.
Tyrus had never actually been seen by a mundane doctor and had no clue how they worked.
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Sick Day
Jul 14, 2019 13:11:39 GMT -6
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Post by Circe on Jul 14, 2019 13:11:39 GMT -6
"Yes well the flu is particularly vicious this year and I forgot to get the vaccine." She answered suspecting that Tyrus's clearance for magic was a bit too soon. But who was she to judge that decision?
"I am happy to hear that you feel better though." Catherine said, more interested in avoiding the social calls and interactions than not. She hadn't been expecting guests and was hoping to act on having to take a sick day to rest. "I do not however want any magical cure for this bug." She added. That was the last thing she was interested in.
Sighing, Catherine opened the door a bit wider, "You might as well come in, as if my neighbors need more to talk about."
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Post by demikara on Jul 14, 2019 13:59:29 GMT -6
"At least I don't look like a hooligan. Carter and Crour can't seem to manage that no matter how I counsel them." Carter was doing better but Crour was still giving him fits. The familiar was not exactly house broken as far as Tyrus was concerned. He was the one who might cost Carter the position when it came down to it. Carter would get a reference, but only if he wasn't near the familiar.
He stepped inside and let the door close behind him. "At least let me run a diagnostic." He offered. "So we can see if it's something more serious or not." She'd have to be badgered into it, he was sure. She didn't take well to anything but constant persistence. Then again, he was half convinced that she only ever gave in because it would get him to stop.
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Sick Day
Jul 14, 2019 14:55:56 GMT -6
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Post by Circe on Jul 14, 2019 14:55:56 GMT -6
"I never claimed you were." Catherine said to him as she ushered him inside.
The condo was decorated relatively modern, with personal photos and objects scattered throughout. It wasn't as sparsely furnished as it had been in the past, but it still looked like its owner wasn't home often or at least worked odd hours.
Resuming her seat in a large comfortable and overstuffed leather chair with a blanket draped across the back. Catherine picked up and set a book she had been reading aside next to a mug of now cold tea. It was obvious that she had been napping on and off in it for the past day.
"I told you Tyrus, it's just the flu. I should be better in a few days. No scans, nothing. I just probably worked too many double shifts."
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Post by demikara on Jul 14, 2019 15:10:34 GMT -6
Tyrus took a seat nearby and considered how to do so. She was always so reluctant about her own health and magic in general. The trick would be getting her to consent to it. He didn't want to do it without her consent. It was a surefire way to lose her trust and friendship and he valued both. The man smiled. "Alright. But I am worried. You worked double shifts for a long time, without getting sick. And you've been through a lot of flu seasons working the double shifts. You didn't get sick then."
He hesitated a moment and pressed on. "And there's...there's some really specific illnesses that people like you and me can get. They were seen more often pre-veil but they do crop up now and again in high magic people." And the two of them were undeniably high magic.
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Sick Day
Jul 14, 2019 15:17:45 GMT -6
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Post by Circe on Jul 14, 2019 15:17:45 GMT -6
Catherine considered his words carefully. She couldn't remember much about things pre-veil, but then again she also deliberately chose to not remember much of the time before the fae and the man she had called her father took her in. That was something that needed to stay dead and in the past. "Fine." She agreed.
Catherine had no excuses or reasons to deny the request, other than she thought it an inconvenience to her and him both. "But I'm sure there are things you'd rather be doing."
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Post by demikara on Jul 14, 2019 15:43:51 GMT -6
She had agreed. He raise a hand and twisted it through a few signs before he held it up, glowing a gentle white, and moved over. "This will tickle a little. It's going to show up anything wrong with you in different colors. I'll tell you what any colors mean. If what's wrong is bacterial, you'll glow a light blue. Viral is a light green. If it's an infection, it'll be red." Those were the three most common things. Each color meant something different and he was hoping it was one of the three.
He had a terrible feeling though. She was always so reluctant to use magic. There was too good of a chance for her to have the sickness. He had never seen her use any of her powers casually after all, not like he or Molly did.
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Sick Day
Jul 14, 2019 15:57:06 GMT -6
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Post by Circe on Jul 14, 2019 15:57:06 GMT -6
"Okay, as long as that is all it does I think this will be fine." Catherine replied. At least he was explaining whatever he was doing, instead of just going about it with what appeared to be no rhyme or reason.
So she sat patiently and waited for the scan to confirm what she herself had suspected; that it was just a viral infection that had been making the rounds and she happened to be unlucky to catch it.
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Post by demikara on Jul 14, 2019 16:03:57 GMT -6
Tyrus cast the spell and the results were immediately obvious. Rather than glowing any of the other colors, she was now glowing a deep purple. Eyebrows furrowed her canceled it and cast again then frowned darkly. The diagnostic test came up the same deep purple, and he paid close attention to the variations of it. Accounting for that thrice cursed binding and her sheet magical breadth, this was not good. "Okay. So that color is the one I was worried about. There's a few other tests I can do to confirm, but if I do confirm this, it's fairly serious. The solution is simple enough, but." He considered how to put it. "The solution is to use magic. A lot of it, rapidly." She hated using magic though. Even the control exercises were like torture to her. She only did them because she had been ordered to do them.
"And then to integrate it more fully into your everyday life. You've seen how Molly and I use magic?" Easily and often. The two used it for lots of little things even when they didn't need to. "You'll have to start doing that too."
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Post by Circe on Jul 14, 2019 16:48:35 GMT -6
Catherine stared at Tyrus blankly, as if she didn't understand what he was saying. She hadn't known that she could get sick from not using her magic, no where at any time had she been told that was potentially the case.
"If only it were so easy." She said. The binding was enforced and rigid controls, it dictated what she could or could not do; and this one was much stronger than the last one. It had to be if the Council was ever going to allow her to think that she had earned some semblance of freedom by completion of tasks assigned to her. "I simply cannot. It is not... how do you say possible?" Catherine explained, struggling to find the right words. These last few weeks had really taxed what grasp she had on the English language, and using things such as translation spells required energy she couldn't have. Linguistic drift was a bitch if you were even remotely close to immortal.
"I see how my team uses magic, but I am restricted to little more than child skills and parlor tricks." She added tiredly, and briefly wondered if she had the will to go and make herself another cup of tea, seeing as how her current one was now stone cold. "If I use magic I will die, if I do not use it I will likely die. I can read the subtext in this conversation, Tyrus."
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Post by demikara on Jul 14, 2019 16:58:06 GMT -6
He hesitated. "I'll talk to the council on your behalf. In confidence and only if you allow it." He had their ear at least. Their reluctant ear, but their ear. Plus half the council was scared of him, and he would use that to his advantage. Sparingly, because he knew the dangers of it, but he would do so. "But even the parlor tricks will help bleed some of it off. I'd offer a place at Mezar ranch to blow off more of it, but. Well, I'm still rebuilding." A lot of damage had been done. Nothing had been destroyed, but everything had smoke damage and a good chunk had frost damage.
He considered the situation and shrugged. "You have permission to use magic when training with me. I have another place that I can use. It's a bit of a drive from the nearest mirror, but they could help." It would be safe, and isolated. He didn't use the other places often, given his home was at Mezar ranch, but he had been given property from his family before. They were fond of extravagant gifts like that. He considered what could be done, then nodded to her tea. "For now, do you know the cantrip for warmth? You could use that on the tea. Little things like that will help."
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Post by Circe on Jul 14, 2019 17:10:14 GMT -6
"If you want to, be my guest." She replied, already having a good idea of what the Council was going to say. The Council feared those with power, and feared it even more so when they couldn't control it. Catherine had heard many of the cases that had been presented to the Council while she was still in the infancy of her career, such were the advantages of having a Councilor as a parent. Often times the punishment did fit the crime, but there were times when a person was punished simply because they had seen fit to use gods given power for things that the Council did not appreciate. Geomancy to find a well to save a village, scrying to find a lost item or person; simple tasks but tasks that interferred with what the Council deemed the natural order of the human realm once the veil fell again.
"Tyrus... the binding has been created to eliminate me if I use beyond what they deign as appropriate levels." She added seeing that Tyrus didn't quite understand. "And.. I wasn't aware one needed a cantrip for such things." Catherine said, having always just been able to do such things without the words most would need.
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Post by demikara on Jul 14, 2019 17:17:49 GMT -6
"Technically, it's a cantrip. But you're strong enough my only concern would be the temperature of the speed." He could walk her through it if she needed, but he doubted she needed it. Catherine may not live and breath magic, but she had the ability. "For now, your best bet is to do little magics. As mush as you can, for everything you can. I used to tie my shoes with magic as a kid. I couldn't figure out how to tie a knot myself until I was thirteen and Balto stepped in." But he knew how to make magic do it. "Use it to stir a dish or to cook with. Practice water shaping in the shower in the morning. Anything you can think of, no matter how ridiculous." And he had done some truly ridiculous things with his magic before.
"I'll work with the council to redo your binding. If possible, I'll get them to remove it entirely. If not, they'll at least give you greater access to your magic." The or else went unspoken but not unsaid. "I can talk Klein into it if I spin it right, and Lex would be for it. Blackwelder might be an easy sell as well. That's three of them, at least." And that was before he used anything but kind words.
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