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Accidents happen in the circus. It was never something completely unexpected. The performers were well trained and well aware of the area surrounding them. But a series of events left Kesi with a burn on her arm, and flesh red, raw and bubbling. She had been returning a new snake back to it’s cage when she passed Delia practicing her fire dancing. The snake lashed out, afraid, and Delia lost her footing, causing the torch to land on Kesi’s arm. Her teeth grinded in pain and she glared at Delia, patting out the fire as quick as she could. The young snake charmer then moved to kill the snake before it caused any more trouble.
She knew she should get it checked out. Her flesh was in agony and it felt like a deep pressure was being put on her arm. And yet she tried to ignore it. Pain was a familiar friend to Kesi, having endured countless punishments from her father when he was alive. There was much worse things in this world than pain. Such as… visiting the doctor.
Kesi hated Rekhmire. He wasn’t scary, but boring. He was too serious and didn’t give into Kesi’s games. Kesi tried to get along with Rekhmire. She wanted to play with him. Cutting up people sounded fun. But Rekhmire himself wasn’t fun. How could that happen? He did something so cool but he was so awful to be around that Kesi would rather suffer a terrible burn then be stuck in a room alone with him.
She avoided going to the medical tent. Instead, Kesi went about her day ignoring how horrible her arm felt. It’ll heal on its own won’t it? Or perhaps her mother had an ointment to take care of it. She ignored the pestering of the other performers within the circus. They had no right to tell her that she should see Rekhmire. She knew her body and her arm would be fine. They were worrying for nothing. Besides, the same people who called Rekhmire “creepy” behind closed doors were telling her to visit him for care? Fools, the lot of them.
Kesi’s mood was incredibly sour. She was not happy. She didn’t have her typical bouncy attitude or childlike persona. She was grumpy. Really, really grumpy.
“Stupid fire,” she muttered under her breath kicking some sand as she walked. “Stupid, Delia. Stupid, stupid, stupid…”
The tiny girl ran into a wall. She looked up and saw the very man she had been avoiding all day. Quickly Kesi hid her arm behind her back and look at him with her wide, innocent smile. “Hey, Doc! You’re looking super tall today. Did you grow a little bit since the last time I saw you? You for sure did, didn’t you?” The words just bubbled out of Kesi as she took a few steps back. “Well, Recky you must be on some big important business, huh?” Probably big important boring business. “Don’t let me get in your way. You should go… save lives or whatever it is you do.” She wrinkled her nose. Stupid Reky getting in her way. This was worse than the stupid fire. All of this was stupid.
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Accidents happen in the circus. It was never something completely unexpected. The performers were well trained and well aware of the area surrounding them. But a series of events left Kesi with a burn on her arm, and flesh red, raw and bubbling. She had been returning a new snake back to it’s cage when she passed Delia practicing her fire dancing. The snake lashed out, afraid, and Delia lost her footing, causing the torch to land on Kesi’s arm. Her teeth grinded in pain and she glared at Delia, patting out the fire as quick as she could. The young snake charmer then moved to kill the snake before it caused any more trouble.
She knew she should get it checked out. Her flesh was in agony and it felt like a deep pressure was being put on her arm. And yet she tried to ignore it. Pain was a familiar friend to Kesi, having endured countless punishments from her father when he was alive. There was much worse things in this world than pain. Such as… visiting the doctor.
Kesi hated Rekhmire. He wasn’t scary, but boring. He was too serious and didn’t give into Kesi’s games. Kesi tried to get along with Rekhmire. She wanted to play with him. Cutting up people sounded fun. But Rekhmire himself wasn’t fun. How could that happen? He did something so cool but he was so awful to be around that Kesi would rather suffer a terrible burn then be stuck in a room alone with him.
She avoided going to the medical tent. Instead, Kesi went about her day ignoring how horrible her arm felt. It’ll heal on its own won’t it? Or perhaps her mother had an ointment to take care of it. She ignored the pestering of the other performers within the circus. They had no right to tell her that she should see Rekhmire. She knew her body and her arm would be fine. They were worrying for nothing. Besides, the same people who called Rekhmire “creepy” behind closed doors were telling her to visit him for care? Fools, the lot of them.
Kesi’s mood was incredibly sour. She was not happy. She didn’t have her typical bouncy attitude or childlike persona. She was grumpy. Really, really grumpy.
“Stupid fire,” she muttered under her breath kicking some sand as she walked. “Stupid, Delia. Stupid, stupid, stupid…”
The tiny girl ran into a wall. She looked up and saw the very man she had been avoiding all day. Quickly Kesi hid her arm behind her back and look at him with her wide, innocent smile. “Hey, Doc! You’re looking super tall today. Did you grow a little bit since the last time I saw you? You for sure did, didn’t you?” The words just bubbled out of Kesi as she took a few steps back. “Well, Recky you must be on some big important business, huh?” Probably big important boring business. “Don’t let me get in your way. You should go… save lives or whatever it is you do.” She wrinkled her nose. Stupid Reky getting in her way. This was worse than the stupid fire. All of this was stupid.
Accidents happen in the circus. It was never something completely unexpected. The performers were well trained and well aware of the area surrounding them. But a series of events left Kesi with a burn on her arm, and flesh red, raw and bubbling. She had been returning a new snake back to it’s cage when she passed Delia practicing her fire dancing. The snake lashed out, afraid, and Delia lost her footing, causing the torch to land on Kesi’s arm. Her teeth grinded in pain and she glared at Delia, patting out the fire as quick as she could. The young snake charmer then moved to kill the snake before it caused any more trouble.
She knew she should get it checked out. Her flesh was in agony and it felt like a deep pressure was being put on her arm. And yet she tried to ignore it. Pain was a familiar friend to Kesi, having endured countless punishments from her father when he was alive. There was much worse things in this world than pain. Such as… visiting the doctor.
Kesi hated Rekhmire. He wasn’t scary, but boring. He was too serious and didn’t give into Kesi’s games. Kesi tried to get along with Rekhmire. She wanted to play with him. Cutting up people sounded fun. But Rekhmire himself wasn’t fun. How could that happen? He did something so cool but he was so awful to be around that Kesi would rather suffer a terrible burn then be stuck in a room alone with him.
She avoided going to the medical tent. Instead, Kesi went about her day ignoring how horrible her arm felt. It’ll heal on its own won’t it? Or perhaps her mother had an ointment to take care of it. She ignored the pestering of the other performers within the circus. They had no right to tell her that she should see Rekhmire. She knew her body and her arm would be fine. They were worrying for nothing. Besides, the same people who called Rekhmire “creepy” behind closed doors were telling her to visit him for care? Fools, the lot of them.
Kesi’s mood was incredibly sour. She was not happy. She didn’t have her typical bouncy attitude or childlike persona. She was grumpy. Really, really grumpy.
“Stupid fire,” she muttered under her breath kicking some sand as she walked. “Stupid, Delia. Stupid, stupid, stupid…”
The tiny girl ran into a wall. She looked up and saw the very man she had been avoiding all day. Quickly Kesi hid her arm behind her back and look at him with her wide, innocent smile. “Hey, Doc! You’re looking super tall today. Did you grow a little bit since the last time I saw you? You for sure did, didn’t you?” The words just bubbled out of Kesi as she took a few steps back. “Well, Recky you must be on some big important business, huh?” Probably big important boring business. “Don’t let me get in your way. You should go… save lives or whatever it is you do.” She wrinkled her nose. Stupid Reky getting in her way. This was worse than the stupid fire. All of this was stupid.
A doctor's work is never done. From the time he had woken up, Rekhmire was constantly on the move. While he didn't always have injuries to heal or even slaves' minds to addle, Rekhmire was kept plenty busy by the number of experiments he performed. His experiments or punishments depending on the perspective you took, left him few breaks. Not that Rekhmire complained.
As far as Rekhmire was concerned his experimentations were the leading reason for the various breakthroughs he had made regarding indoctrination. It also led him to experiment with new methods of healing. In his mind, the Tempest of Set needed his experimentation.
But now, after one particular study which had lasted him nearly an hour with stifled screams seeping from his tent, he was finally done with everything, at least for a while. He moved over towards the wardrobe he kept in his tent to quickly change between practices. He removed his bloody clothing and placed in a large woven basket to the left of the wardrobe, before pulling on the plain white robes he usually wore when he wasn't doing any particular procedure.
He walked out of his tent, glancing around at the few people near his tent. Instead of making up some sort of excuse for the stifled screams, he narrowed his eyes at them. He made a quick mental note of their body-types and immediately started thinking of various things he could test based off of that. His lips twitched up into a long thin smile, "Best shuffle off now. Plenty to see and do." Without saying anything more, he continued on towards the center of the circus' temporary encampment within Thebes.
As he walked, he cast his eyes every which way, paying careful attention to everything around him. He never knew when he might be needed. And then there were those who would rather avoid him, rather than be healed by him. His eyes soon found purchase on one of those particular people not paying attention to where she was walking, only to immediately find sudden contact with a wall. "Perhaps that will teach you to be mindful of your surroundings," he started, before listening to Kesi speak.
He watched as she began to babble almost incoherently. She seemed almost reticent, and in a rush to leave his presence. Sure the girl never seemed to like spending time in Rekhmire's presence, but even then the girl didn't quite act like this. His eyes and mind immediately began some sort of mental examination of the girl before him. His eyes soon found her arm and the burn that lay upon her arm.
His eyes narrowed upon seeing the red, bubbly burn. Stop your babbling, you foolish girl," he almost growled as he reached out and grabbed her wrist, careful to avoid any spot that might be sore from the burn, "Why didn't you see me about this immediately?"
He relinquished his grasp on her wrist, only to immediately grab her shoulder, before attempting to guide her to his tent with a stern grip. "I should just tell Nem that she's risking her performances by not getting proper healing," he began to mutter to himself under his breath.
Inside his tent, was two tables for his procedures. One with straps, one without. He had shelves filled with various things that he used for healing or experimentation. Poisons, Powders, opium, herbs. The table with straps was still occupied by a slave, currently unconscious.
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A doctor's work is never done. From the time he had woken up, Rekhmire was constantly on the move. While he didn't always have injuries to heal or even slaves' minds to addle, Rekhmire was kept plenty busy by the number of experiments he performed. His experiments or punishments depending on the perspective you took, left him few breaks. Not that Rekhmire complained.
As far as Rekhmire was concerned his experimentations were the leading reason for the various breakthroughs he had made regarding indoctrination. It also led him to experiment with new methods of healing. In his mind, the Tempest of Set needed his experimentation.
But now, after one particular study which had lasted him nearly an hour with stifled screams seeping from his tent, he was finally done with everything, at least for a while. He moved over towards the wardrobe he kept in his tent to quickly change between practices. He removed his bloody clothing and placed in a large woven basket to the left of the wardrobe, before pulling on the plain white robes he usually wore when he wasn't doing any particular procedure.
He walked out of his tent, glancing around at the few people near his tent. Instead of making up some sort of excuse for the stifled screams, he narrowed his eyes at them. He made a quick mental note of their body-types and immediately started thinking of various things he could test based off of that. His lips twitched up into a long thin smile, "Best shuffle off now. Plenty to see and do." Without saying anything more, he continued on towards the center of the circus' temporary encampment within Thebes.
As he walked, he cast his eyes every which way, paying careful attention to everything around him. He never knew when he might be needed. And then there were those who would rather avoid him, rather than be healed by him. His eyes soon found purchase on one of those particular people not paying attention to where she was walking, only to immediately find sudden contact with a wall. "Perhaps that will teach you to be mindful of your surroundings," he started, before listening to Kesi speak.
He watched as she began to babble almost incoherently. She seemed almost reticent, and in a rush to leave his presence. Sure the girl never seemed to like spending time in Rekhmire's presence, but even then the girl didn't quite act like this. His eyes and mind immediately began some sort of mental examination of the girl before him. His eyes soon found her arm and the burn that lay upon her arm.
His eyes narrowed upon seeing the red, bubbly burn. Stop your babbling, you foolish girl," he almost growled as he reached out and grabbed her wrist, careful to avoid any spot that might be sore from the burn, "Why didn't you see me about this immediately?"
He relinquished his grasp on her wrist, only to immediately grab her shoulder, before attempting to guide her to his tent with a stern grip. "I should just tell Nem that she's risking her performances by not getting proper healing," he began to mutter to himself under his breath.
Inside his tent, was two tables for his procedures. One with straps, one without. He had shelves filled with various things that he used for healing or experimentation. Poisons, Powders, opium, herbs. The table with straps was still occupied by a slave, currently unconscious.
A doctor's work is never done. From the time he had woken up, Rekhmire was constantly on the move. While he didn't always have injuries to heal or even slaves' minds to addle, Rekhmire was kept plenty busy by the number of experiments he performed. His experiments or punishments depending on the perspective you took, left him few breaks. Not that Rekhmire complained.
As far as Rekhmire was concerned his experimentations were the leading reason for the various breakthroughs he had made regarding indoctrination. It also led him to experiment with new methods of healing. In his mind, the Tempest of Set needed his experimentation.
But now, after one particular study which had lasted him nearly an hour with stifled screams seeping from his tent, he was finally done with everything, at least for a while. He moved over towards the wardrobe he kept in his tent to quickly change between practices. He removed his bloody clothing and placed in a large woven basket to the left of the wardrobe, before pulling on the plain white robes he usually wore when he wasn't doing any particular procedure.
He walked out of his tent, glancing around at the few people near his tent. Instead of making up some sort of excuse for the stifled screams, he narrowed his eyes at them. He made a quick mental note of their body-types and immediately started thinking of various things he could test based off of that. His lips twitched up into a long thin smile, "Best shuffle off now. Plenty to see and do." Without saying anything more, he continued on towards the center of the circus' temporary encampment within Thebes.
As he walked, he cast his eyes every which way, paying careful attention to everything around him. He never knew when he might be needed. And then there were those who would rather avoid him, rather than be healed by him. His eyes soon found purchase on one of those particular people not paying attention to where she was walking, only to immediately find sudden contact with a wall. "Perhaps that will teach you to be mindful of your surroundings," he started, before listening to Kesi speak.
He watched as she began to babble almost incoherently. She seemed almost reticent, and in a rush to leave his presence. Sure the girl never seemed to like spending time in Rekhmire's presence, but even then the girl didn't quite act like this. His eyes and mind immediately began some sort of mental examination of the girl before him. His eyes soon found her arm and the burn that lay upon her arm.
His eyes narrowed upon seeing the red, bubbly burn. Stop your babbling, you foolish girl," he almost growled as he reached out and grabbed her wrist, careful to avoid any spot that might be sore from the burn, "Why didn't you see me about this immediately?"
He relinquished his grasp on her wrist, only to immediately grab her shoulder, before attempting to guide her to his tent with a stern grip. "I should just tell Nem that she's risking her performances by not getting proper healing," he began to mutter to himself under his breath.
Inside his tent, was two tables for his procedures. One with straps, one without. He had shelves filled with various things that he used for healing or experimentation. Poisons, Powders, opium, herbs. The table with straps was still occupied by a slave, currently unconscious.
Ugh. This was terrible. Life was horrible. This was tragic. Kesi did not want to be here. She was already bored out of her mind by his question. Why did she have to go see him? He was weird and boring and grumpy and not at all who Kesi wanted to see. They weren’t friends. Friends were fun. He wasn’t that. So what if her arm hurt? She was in worse condition in the past.
She didn’t like his grip on her arm. How did he see it when she hid it behind her back? Was he like a god too, able to see everything and know everything? Kesi was so careful and she tried to act normal too! She didn’t do anything she normally wouldn’t do, she thought. Well, no, Kesi would just not talk to him. Or she’d huff away. But still, she was normal so clearly he’s just sneaky. And mean. From this moment on Kesi thought of him as a bully. Bullies deserved to die. The jerks.
“I was waiting for mama,” she mumbled back following him to the stupid tent. Like a child, she dragged her feet to the table kicking some sand along the way. She huffed. Why couldn’t she wait for mama? She could do some healing stuff too. She wasn’t a doctor but she knew how to make balms for burning. And mama wasn’t boring. She was fun! Kesi liked her mama a lot. Better than old man Reky.
But Kesi was a good girl and she knew when the jig was up. Though when she heard him mumble, her eyes grew wide with worry. “No, no Doc, don’t tell Nem! Big brother will get super mad. Or maybe disappointed. Or maybe upset!” Kesi couldn’t have that. She couldn’t at all! “I super promise, Doc, that I won’t do this ever, ever again. I’ll come annoy you first thing! I’ll even wake you up if I hurt myself. Just don’t tell Nem, please.” Kesi gave him the most innocent, pleading look she could.
Her heart was beating so fast now. What if he didn’t care? What if Nem got angry? What if he decided Kesi was a useless liability and left her? What if she was alone forever with no Nem to follow? Left to the desert to die a pitiful death just like their father did, just because she was imperfect. She was useless, a terrible, horrible idiot. She wasn’t worthy of walking the same earth as her brother. She wasn’t worthy of his gaze or touch or love. She was nothing. All because of a stupid burn.
“Please, Doc?” Kesi asked him again. “I promise I won’t think you’re a bully anymore. I really only thought this today, I swear!” Could he read minds too? “And I won’t call you Reky anymo-” No she would still do that. “Well, I’ll try not to call you Reky anymore. And trying is all that counts right?” Well, no, success mattered. “So it’s decided then. You won’t tell Nem and I’ll be a good girl. Glad we could have this deal.”
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Ugh. This was terrible. Life was horrible. This was tragic. Kesi did not want to be here. She was already bored out of her mind by his question. Why did she have to go see him? He was weird and boring and grumpy and not at all who Kesi wanted to see. They weren’t friends. Friends were fun. He wasn’t that. So what if her arm hurt? She was in worse condition in the past.
She didn’t like his grip on her arm. How did he see it when she hid it behind her back? Was he like a god too, able to see everything and know everything? Kesi was so careful and she tried to act normal too! She didn’t do anything she normally wouldn’t do, she thought. Well, no, Kesi would just not talk to him. Or she’d huff away. But still, she was normal so clearly he’s just sneaky. And mean. From this moment on Kesi thought of him as a bully. Bullies deserved to die. The jerks.
“I was waiting for mama,” she mumbled back following him to the stupid tent. Like a child, she dragged her feet to the table kicking some sand along the way. She huffed. Why couldn’t she wait for mama? She could do some healing stuff too. She wasn’t a doctor but she knew how to make balms for burning. And mama wasn’t boring. She was fun! Kesi liked her mama a lot. Better than old man Reky.
But Kesi was a good girl and she knew when the jig was up. Though when she heard him mumble, her eyes grew wide with worry. “No, no Doc, don’t tell Nem! Big brother will get super mad. Or maybe disappointed. Or maybe upset!” Kesi couldn’t have that. She couldn’t at all! “I super promise, Doc, that I won’t do this ever, ever again. I’ll come annoy you first thing! I’ll even wake you up if I hurt myself. Just don’t tell Nem, please.” Kesi gave him the most innocent, pleading look she could.
Her heart was beating so fast now. What if he didn’t care? What if Nem got angry? What if he decided Kesi was a useless liability and left her? What if she was alone forever with no Nem to follow? Left to the desert to die a pitiful death just like their father did, just because she was imperfect. She was useless, a terrible, horrible idiot. She wasn’t worthy of walking the same earth as her brother. She wasn’t worthy of his gaze or touch or love. She was nothing. All because of a stupid burn.
“Please, Doc?” Kesi asked him again. “I promise I won’t think you’re a bully anymore. I really only thought this today, I swear!” Could he read minds too? “And I won’t call you Reky anymo-” No she would still do that. “Well, I’ll try not to call you Reky anymore. And trying is all that counts right?” Well, no, success mattered. “So it’s decided then. You won’t tell Nem and I’ll be a good girl. Glad we could have this deal.”
Ugh. This was terrible. Life was horrible. This was tragic. Kesi did not want to be here. She was already bored out of her mind by his question. Why did she have to go see him? He was weird and boring and grumpy and not at all who Kesi wanted to see. They weren’t friends. Friends were fun. He wasn’t that. So what if her arm hurt? She was in worse condition in the past.
She didn’t like his grip on her arm. How did he see it when she hid it behind her back? Was he like a god too, able to see everything and know everything? Kesi was so careful and she tried to act normal too! She didn’t do anything she normally wouldn’t do, she thought. Well, no, Kesi would just not talk to him. Or she’d huff away. But still, she was normal so clearly he’s just sneaky. And mean. From this moment on Kesi thought of him as a bully. Bullies deserved to die. The jerks.
“I was waiting for mama,” she mumbled back following him to the stupid tent. Like a child, she dragged her feet to the table kicking some sand along the way. She huffed. Why couldn’t she wait for mama? She could do some healing stuff too. She wasn’t a doctor but she knew how to make balms for burning. And mama wasn’t boring. She was fun! Kesi liked her mama a lot. Better than old man Reky.
But Kesi was a good girl and she knew when the jig was up. Though when she heard him mumble, her eyes grew wide with worry. “No, no Doc, don’t tell Nem! Big brother will get super mad. Or maybe disappointed. Or maybe upset!” Kesi couldn’t have that. She couldn’t at all! “I super promise, Doc, that I won’t do this ever, ever again. I’ll come annoy you first thing! I’ll even wake you up if I hurt myself. Just don’t tell Nem, please.” Kesi gave him the most innocent, pleading look she could.
Her heart was beating so fast now. What if he didn’t care? What if Nem got angry? What if he decided Kesi was a useless liability and left her? What if she was alone forever with no Nem to follow? Left to the desert to die a pitiful death just like their father did, just because she was imperfect. She was useless, a terrible, horrible idiot. She wasn’t worthy of walking the same earth as her brother. She wasn’t worthy of his gaze or touch or love. She was nothing. All because of a stupid burn.
“Please, Doc?” Kesi asked him again. “I promise I won’t think you’re a bully anymore. I really only thought this today, I swear!” Could he read minds too? “And I won’t call you Reky anymo-” No she would still do that. “Well, I’ll try not to call you Reky anymore. And trying is all that counts right?” Well, no, success mattered. “So it’s decided then. You won’t tell Nem and I’ll be a good girl. Glad we could have this deal.”
One look at her expression told Rekhmire all he needed to know, even before she started opening her mouth. She saw the confusion on her face wondering how he noticed with her poorly attempting to hide her arm. He watched as she dragged her feet, but otherwise gave no resistance to him pushing her along towards his tent. It was only after she spoke about her mother that Rekhmire spoke. "Your mother does not have the training I do. Nor does she have the number of resources I have. Had you come to me first, your arm would not have gotten that bad."
He led her towards the table without straps, nodding slightly in its direction. "Sit," he commanded before walking over to his shelves. At her outburst, he turned in her direction to answer, "If you can promise to come to me immediately in the future, then I will not tell Amenemhat."
With that, he returned to his shelves, gliding his hand along various jars of strange things. Pickled snake eyes, crocodile dung, honey, and belladonna were just a small example of what dotted his shelves. He moved his hand over towards one of the shelves holding Honey, Copper Salts, Aloe, Moldy Bread, and Thyme.
As Kesi spoke again, Rekhmire didn't even turn around to speak back. "Bully, hmm? Perhaps I should tell Nem. I believe he'll say something like 'Respect the doctor'." He began to laugh sardonically, before focusing on his shelves. He pulled off a vial of something clearly marked as acid, moldy bread, and a bottle of opium, and placed them on a table beside him, making sure it was very clear in her view.
"I won't tell Nem this time, I can assure you that. But let these items be a reminder. I can make the healing process as disgusting as possible. Or even as painful as possible." At this point during his monologue, he put the items back on the shelves while humming to himself in thought. "Luckily for you, I won't. This time. But if you keep avoiding me when you need healing. The quality of that healing might just slip from my mind."
With his point made, he pulled a bottle of ground aloe, a vial of copper salts, and Thyme from his shelves, before bringing it over to the table beside her. He quickly cleared the tools he didn't need from the table, bringing over the ones he did, which only really consisted of scissors and cloth. "Extend your hand."
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One look at her expression told Rekhmire all he needed to know, even before she started opening her mouth. She saw the confusion on her face wondering how he noticed with her poorly attempting to hide her arm. He watched as she dragged her feet, but otherwise gave no resistance to him pushing her along towards his tent. It was only after she spoke about her mother that Rekhmire spoke. "Your mother does not have the training I do. Nor does she have the number of resources I have. Had you come to me first, your arm would not have gotten that bad."
He led her towards the table without straps, nodding slightly in its direction. "Sit," he commanded before walking over to his shelves. At her outburst, he turned in her direction to answer, "If you can promise to come to me immediately in the future, then I will not tell Amenemhat."
With that, he returned to his shelves, gliding his hand along various jars of strange things. Pickled snake eyes, crocodile dung, honey, and belladonna were just a small example of what dotted his shelves. He moved his hand over towards one of the shelves holding Honey, Copper Salts, Aloe, Moldy Bread, and Thyme.
As Kesi spoke again, Rekhmire didn't even turn around to speak back. "Bully, hmm? Perhaps I should tell Nem. I believe he'll say something like 'Respect the doctor'." He began to laugh sardonically, before focusing on his shelves. He pulled off a vial of something clearly marked as acid, moldy bread, and a bottle of opium, and placed them on a table beside him, making sure it was very clear in her view.
"I won't tell Nem this time, I can assure you that. But let these items be a reminder. I can make the healing process as disgusting as possible. Or even as painful as possible." At this point during his monologue, he put the items back on the shelves while humming to himself in thought. "Luckily for you, I won't. This time. But if you keep avoiding me when you need healing. The quality of that healing might just slip from my mind."
With his point made, he pulled a bottle of ground aloe, a vial of copper salts, and Thyme from his shelves, before bringing it over to the table beside her. He quickly cleared the tools he didn't need from the table, bringing over the ones he did, which only really consisted of scissors and cloth. "Extend your hand."
One look at her expression told Rekhmire all he needed to know, even before she started opening her mouth. She saw the confusion on her face wondering how he noticed with her poorly attempting to hide her arm. He watched as she dragged her feet, but otherwise gave no resistance to him pushing her along towards his tent. It was only after she spoke about her mother that Rekhmire spoke. "Your mother does not have the training I do. Nor does she have the number of resources I have. Had you come to me first, your arm would not have gotten that bad."
He led her towards the table without straps, nodding slightly in its direction. "Sit," he commanded before walking over to his shelves. At her outburst, he turned in her direction to answer, "If you can promise to come to me immediately in the future, then I will not tell Amenemhat."
With that, he returned to his shelves, gliding his hand along various jars of strange things. Pickled snake eyes, crocodile dung, honey, and belladonna were just a small example of what dotted his shelves. He moved his hand over towards one of the shelves holding Honey, Copper Salts, Aloe, Moldy Bread, and Thyme.
As Kesi spoke again, Rekhmire didn't even turn around to speak back. "Bully, hmm? Perhaps I should tell Nem. I believe he'll say something like 'Respect the doctor'." He began to laugh sardonically, before focusing on his shelves. He pulled off a vial of something clearly marked as acid, moldy bread, and a bottle of opium, and placed them on a table beside him, making sure it was very clear in her view.
"I won't tell Nem this time, I can assure you that. But let these items be a reminder. I can make the healing process as disgusting as possible. Or even as painful as possible." At this point during his monologue, he put the items back on the shelves while humming to himself in thought. "Luckily for you, I won't. This time. But if you keep avoiding me when you need healing. The quality of that healing might just slip from my mind."
With his point made, he pulled a bottle of ground aloe, a vial of copper salts, and Thyme from his shelves, before bringing it over to the table beside her. He quickly cleared the tools he didn't need from the table, bringing over the ones he did, which only really consisted of scissors and cloth. "Extend your hand."
Kesi squinted at the jars he had. Kesi worked with some gross things too in the creation of her poisons. But most poisons were completely natural, like plants and venom and stuff. She didn’t use moldy bread in her poisons. How was that meant for medicine? This doctor was weird. And she always felt strange around him too. Like there was a reason she shouldn’t trust him. Kesi couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Maybe it was the way he spoke? Or the way he acted? Or an… aura! He just didn’t scream trustworthy to the girl. Not like Nem, anyhow.
She sat on the table and kicked her feet in the air a little bit. She hated this. She was grumpy now. And then when Nem saw that she was hurt, because of course he’d see, he’s going to be all upset at her. What if he blamed Kesi? She tried to control the snake. Usually, her snakes are really, really well behaved. She worked so hard for that! But this time it struck out at Delia.
Kesi grumbled unintelligibly as she stuck out her hand for the Doctor. He was threatening her. Threatening her! Pain Kesi could handle, she was no stranger to it. She even got stabbed and poisoned before and she laughed at it. But he would make it disgusting? And he’d tell Nem because she thought of him as a bully?
Well, he is! She thought again shooting the man a series of nasty words and slurs through her mind, before remembering he might actually be able to read it. Kesi glanced away so he can work on it.
“It’s just that you’re boring, doc.” Kesi groaned. “You’re so so boring. ” He wasn’t scary or creepy like the other people called him. He was just awful to be around. He was, without a doubt, her least favorite person in the whole entire circus. Well, her papa was. But he’s a close second! Also her papa liked the man so that says a lot about him too. Her papa didn’t even like mama.
“And you’re really grumpy. And your laughs are all super weird too.” Kesi continued to whine, never really having a filter. Unless it came to Nem. These thoughts she knew how to keep from Nem. It’s not even lying! Because he wouldn’t ask her what she thinks of the doctor. So she was still a good girl to him.
“If you were more fun I wouldn’t dislike it here. It’s like super cool what you do to the slaves. They’re all like ahhh! And you’re like shut up! That part is fun. But like… everything else? So boring. ” She continued, in her normal over-exaggerated fashion.
Kesi had an obsession with fun and boring. It was about the only two things she thought about. If a person was fun, they were her friend. If they were boring, they were her enemy. Hate, love, camaraderie that didn’t exist for Kesi. (Well, she loved Amenemhat and her mama, but aside from that.) The person who stabbed her Kesi liked it because it was fun that she stabbed her. She also liked Kreios because he taught her poisons and that was super cool. But most other people in this world? Kesi could do without.
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Kesi squinted at the jars he had. Kesi worked with some gross things too in the creation of her poisons. But most poisons were completely natural, like plants and venom and stuff. She didn’t use moldy bread in her poisons. How was that meant for medicine? This doctor was weird. And she always felt strange around him too. Like there was a reason she shouldn’t trust him. Kesi couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Maybe it was the way he spoke? Or the way he acted? Or an… aura! He just didn’t scream trustworthy to the girl. Not like Nem, anyhow.
She sat on the table and kicked her feet in the air a little bit. She hated this. She was grumpy now. And then when Nem saw that she was hurt, because of course he’d see, he’s going to be all upset at her. What if he blamed Kesi? She tried to control the snake. Usually, her snakes are really, really well behaved. She worked so hard for that! But this time it struck out at Delia.
Kesi grumbled unintelligibly as she stuck out her hand for the Doctor. He was threatening her. Threatening her! Pain Kesi could handle, she was no stranger to it. She even got stabbed and poisoned before and she laughed at it. But he would make it disgusting? And he’d tell Nem because she thought of him as a bully?
Well, he is! She thought again shooting the man a series of nasty words and slurs through her mind, before remembering he might actually be able to read it. Kesi glanced away so he can work on it.
“It’s just that you’re boring, doc.” Kesi groaned. “You’re so so boring. ” He wasn’t scary or creepy like the other people called him. He was just awful to be around. He was, without a doubt, her least favorite person in the whole entire circus. Well, her papa was. But he’s a close second! Also her papa liked the man so that says a lot about him too. Her papa didn’t even like mama.
“And you’re really grumpy. And your laughs are all super weird too.” Kesi continued to whine, never really having a filter. Unless it came to Nem. These thoughts she knew how to keep from Nem. It’s not even lying! Because he wouldn’t ask her what she thinks of the doctor. So she was still a good girl to him.
“If you were more fun I wouldn’t dislike it here. It’s like super cool what you do to the slaves. They’re all like ahhh! And you’re like shut up! That part is fun. But like… everything else? So boring. ” She continued, in her normal over-exaggerated fashion.
Kesi had an obsession with fun and boring. It was about the only two things she thought about. If a person was fun, they were her friend. If they were boring, they were her enemy. Hate, love, camaraderie that didn’t exist for Kesi. (Well, she loved Amenemhat and her mama, but aside from that.) The person who stabbed her Kesi liked it because it was fun that she stabbed her. She also liked Kreios because he taught her poisons and that was super cool. But most other people in this world? Kesi could do without.
Kesi squinted at the jars he had. Kesi worked with some gross things too in the creation of her poisons. But most poisons were completely natural, like plants and venom and stuff. She didn’t use moldy bread in her poisons. How was that meant for medicine? This doctor was weird. And she always felt strange around him too. Like there was a reason she shouldn’t trust him. Kesi couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Maybe it was the way he spoke? Or the way he acted? Or an… aura! He just didn’t scream trustworthy to the girl. Not like Nem, anyhow.
She sat on the table and kicked her feet in the air a little bit. She hated this. She was grumpy now. And then when Nem saw that she was hurt, because of course he’d see, he’s going to be all upset at her. What if he blamed Kesi? She tried to control the snake. Usually, her snakes are really, really well behaved. She worked so hard for that! But this time it struck out at Delia.
Kesi grumbled unintelligibly as she stuck out her hand for the Doctor. He was threatening her. Threatening her! Pain Kesi could handle, she was no stranger to it. She even got stabbed and poisoned before and she laughed at it. But he would make it disgusting? And he’d tell Nem because she thought of him as a bully?
Well, he is! She thought again shooting the man a series of nasty words and slurs through her mind, before remembering he might actually be able to read it. Kesi glanced away so he can work on it.
“It’s just that you’re boring, doc.” Kesi groaned. “You’re so so boring. ” He wasn’t scary or creepy like the other people called him. He was just awful to be around. He was, without a doubt, her least favorite person in the whole entire circus. Well, her papa was. But he’s a close second! Also her papa liked the man so that says a lot about him too. Her papa didn’t even like mama.
“And you’re really grumpy. And your laughs are all super weird too.” Kesi continued to whine, never really having a filter. Unless it came to Nem. These thoughts she knew how to keep from Nem. It’s not even lying! Because he wouldn’t ask her what she thinks of the doctor. So she was still a good girl to him.
“If you were more fun I wouldn’t dislike it here. It’s like super cool what you do to the slaves. They’re all like ahhh! And you’re like shut up! That part is fun. But like… everything else? So boring. ” She continued, in her normal over-exaggerated fashion.
Kesi had an obsession with fun and boring. It was about the only two things she thought about. If a person was fun, they were her friend. If they were boring, they were her enemy. Hate, love, camaraderie that didn’t exist for Kesi. (Well, she loved Amenemhat and her mama, but aside from that.) The person who stabbed her Kesi liked it because it was fun that she stabbed her. She also liked Kreios because he taught her poisons and that was super cool. But most other people in this world? Kesi could do without.
A sigh escaped the man's lips as he heard the girl enter into a rant of some sort. He took the girl's arm, examining it once more, before mixing a small amount of honey into the aloe and mixing it together. "How long, exactly, have you had this injury? The better part of the day?"
He dipped two fingers into the mixture, before turning back to the girl, using his other hand to hold onto her arm and steady it. He began to rub the mixture into the burn. Luckily for her, this particular part wouldn't hurt, but he was dreading her reaction to the copper salts. He knew from first hand that those could... sting.
"I'm going to give you the rest of the mixture, it should be applied each day, same with the next item. This one will help the burn heal faster." He set the bowl of the mixture aside, before taking the moment while he was wiping down his hands to speak, "To the layman, medicine cannot exist without being boring."
He tossed the cloth down on the table, before picking up the vial of copper salts. "Think about what you know of me and ask yourself? Do I have any reason to not be grumpy as you call it? I am devoted to the Tempest of Set and nothing else. Does that not matter most?"
He once more grabbed onto her arm, this time gripping it tightly so she couldn't wrest it from his grasp. "This is going to sting." Rekhmire took the vial of copper salts and bit the stopper out, before pouring a fair bit of it onto her burn and placing the vial down. He then, with his other hand, began rubbing the salts into her arm.
"Much like the mixture, as much as it might sting, you need to apply it every day. It will help make sure you don't get an infection. And believe you me, it was that or the moldy bread."
He pulled his hands back, and stoppered the vial, and put it next to the mixture, before responding to the next thing she had said earlier. "And I am sure that you would find it boring if I were to tell you that every experiment with the slaves has a medical purpose behind it as well as a pleasurable one for punishment. It is with these experiments that I have been able to make as many breakthroughs as I have in our medicine."
Finally, he picked up the thyme and opened the bottle before pouring out the ground contents onto her arm. "This will help with the pain." He then once more began to rub the Thyme into her burn.
He then capped the bottle and placed it down on the table. "The rest of that I will give you as well. Rub it thoroughly into your burn should it start to pain you."
"And because we agreed," he turned to stare pointedly at her as he started speaking once more, "That if you would come to me in the future if you hurt yourself, I would keep your secret, I will add one more thing, to hide the burn. Stay put." He moved to the back of his tent which had a cloth cutting the tent into portions to separate his practice area and his personal room, before dipping inside, to retrieve something from within.
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A sigh escaped the man's lips as he heard the girl enter into a rant of some sort. He took the girl's arm, examining it once more, before mixing a small amount of honey into the aloe and mixing it together. "How long, exactly, have you had this injury? The better part of the day?"
He dipped two fingers into the mixture, before turning back to the girl, using his other hand to hold onto her arm and steady it. He began to rub the mixture into the burn. Luckily for her, this particular part wouldn't hurt, but he was dreading her reaction to the copper salts. He knew from first hand that those could... sting.
"I'm going to give you the rest of the mixture, it should be applied each day, same with the next item. This one will help the burn heal faster." He set the bowl of the mixture aside, before taking the moment while he was wiping down his hands to speak, "To the layman, medicine cannot exist without being boring."
He tossed the cloth down on the table, before picking up the vial of copper salts. "Think about what you know of me and ask yourself? Do I have any reason to not be grumpy as you call it? I am devoted to the Tempest of Set and nothing else. Does that not matter most?"
He once more grabbed onto her arm, this time gripping it tightly so she couldn't wrest it from his grasp. "This is going to sting." Rekhmire took the vial of copper salts and bit the stopper out, before pouring a fair bit of it onto her burn and placing the vial down. He then, with his other hand, began rubbing the salts into her arm.
"Much like the mixture, as much as it might sting, you need to apply it every day. It will help make sure you don't get an infection. And believe you me, it was that or the moldy bread."
He pulled his hands back, and stoppered the vial, and put it next to the mixture, before responding to the next thing she had said earlier. "And I am sure that you would find it boring if I were to tell you that every experiment with the slaves has a medical purpose behind it as well as a pleasurable one for punishment. It is with these experiments that I have been able to make as many breakthroughs as I have in our medicine."
Finally, he picked up the thyme and opened the bottle before pouring out the ground contents onto her arm. "This will help with the pain." He then once more began to rub the Thyme into her burn.
He then capped the bottle and placed it down on the table. "The rest of that I will give you as well. Rub it thoroughly into your burn should it start to pain you."
"And because we agreed," he turned to stare pointedly at her as he started speaking once more, "That if you would come to me in the future if you hurt yourself, I would keep your secret, I will add one more thing, to hide the burn. Stay put." He moved to the back of his tent which had a cloth cutting the tent into portions to separate his practice area and his personal room, before dipping inside, to retrieve something from within.
A sigh escaped the man's lips as he heard the girl enter into a rant of some sort. He took the girl's arm, examining it once more, before mixing a small amount of honey into the aloe and mixing it together. "How long, exactly, have you had this injury? The better part of the day?"
He dipped two fingers into the mixture, before turning back to the girl, using his other hand to hold onto her arm and steady it. He began to rub the mixture into the burn. Luckily for her, this particular part wouldn't hurt, but he was dreading her reaction to the copper salts. He knew from first hand that those could... sting.
"I'm going to give you the rest of the mixture, it should be applied each day, same with the next item. This one will help the burn heal faster." He set the bowl of the mixture aside, before taking the moment while he was wiping down his hands to speak, "To the layman, medicine cannot exist without being boring."
He tossed the cloth down on the table, before picking up the vial of copper salts. "Think about what you know of me and ask yourself? Do I have any reason to not be grumpy as you call it? I am devoted to the Tempest of Set and nothing else. Does that not matter most?"
He once more grabbed onto her arm, this time gripping it tightly so she couldn't wrest it from his grasp. "This is going to sting." Rekhmire took the vial of copper salts and bit the stopper out, before pouring a fair bit of it onto her burn and placing the vial down. He then, with his other hand, began rubbing the salts into her arm.
"Much like the mixture, as much as it might sting, you need to apply it every day. It will help make sure you don't get an infection. And believe you me, it was that or the moldy bread."
He pulled his hands back, and stoppered the vial, and put it next to the mixture, before responding to the next thing she had said earlier. "And I am sure that you would find it boring if I were to tell you that every experiment with the slaves has a medical purpose behind it as well as a pleasurable one for punishment. It is with these experiments that I have been able to make as many breakthroughs as I have in our medicine."
Finally, he picked up the thyme and opened the bottle before pouring out the ground contents onto her arm. "This will help with the pain." He then once more began to rub the Thyme into her burn.
He then capped the bottle and placed it down on the table. "The rest of that I will give you as well. Rub it thoroughly into your burn should it start to pain you."
"And because we agreed," he turned to stare pointedly at her as he started speaking once more, "That if you would come to me in the future if you hurt yourself, I would keep your secret, I will add one more thing, to hide the burn. Stay put." He moved to the back of his tent which had a cloth cutting the tent into portions to separate his practice area and his personal room, before dipping inside, to retrieve something from within.
He just kept talking. Did he ever stop? Who cared how long she had it? Kesi didn’t. She doesn’t keep track of silly things like that. She was busy being grumpy herself and hiding from Rekhmire to care about things like time. “Since this morning,” she mumbled glumly. This wasn’t fun. This was far from freaking fun.
When he started rubbing this weird stick mixture Kesi didn’t flinch. It didn’t really hurt any. In fact, it was almost cooling. Though Kesi was sure it would get annoying. And it did little to hide the damage, not that there was really any chance of that anyhow. Nem was going to see, and then maybe she’d get a lecture from him too. This day was just the worst.
Stupid Delia, Kesi thought to herself as the cloud above her head got even darker. You’re a fire dancer. How could a snake scare you into missing your step? Stupid, stupid Delia.
He was still talking. Kesi’s eyes snapped back to him trying to focus. She had honestly tuned him out for a bit. “No, it’s most important to the Tempest of Set. But you don’t have to be grumpy and devoted. I’m not grumpy and devoted. I’m super happy. I have fun. You should have more fun, Doc.” Kesi had lots of fun and she worked hard every day. Why couldn’t Rekhmire do the same?
When he started pouring salt on the burn Kesi started grinding her teeth. Her muscles clenched up, and her good hand wrapped in a fist. But she didn’t allow a sound to escape her lips. She was not a girl to succumb to pain, not since she was a child. She bore scars from her treatment by Somgi and various other occasions in the past. Salt on a wound was not torturing, even if it did sting to hell and back.
“I’ll apply it.” She said plainly. She didn’t want to have to come back here. Kesi would be a good girl and listen to the doctor if only to keep him away. Besides, she didn’t quite like being injured. It could seriously prevent her from doing her best work, and it might freak patrons out to see it.
“Way to make the one fun thing about you boring, Doc. I would have quite liked to watch your experiments on slaves.” But now that sounded awful too. Couldn’t he just do it because he wanted to? Kesi did things because she wanted to sometimes. But never truly bad things for the circus, not really. But she knew how to have fun.
Kesi perked up. He was going to help her hide the burn? “I take back what I said, Doc!” She said with a wide smile. “You’re gonna hide this burn? You’re not boring at all! You’re super fun. I will for sure keep my promise.” Especially because now Nem would never know. It didn’t even hurt anymore really after he put the other stuff on!
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He just kept talking. Did he ever stop? Who cared how long she had it? Kesi didn’t. She doesn’t keep track of silly things like that. She was busy being grumpy herself and hiding from Rekhmire to care about things like time. “Since this morning,” she mumbled glumly. This wasn’t fun. This was far from freaking fun.
When he started rubbing this weird stick mixture Kesi didn’t flinch. It didn’t really hurt any. In fact, it was almost cooling. Though Kesi was sure it would get annoying. And it did little to hide the damage, not that there was really any chance of that anyhow. Nem was going to see, and then maybe she’d get a lecture from him too. This day was just the worst.
Stupid Delia, Kesi thought to herself as the cloud above her head got even darker. You’re a fire dancer. How could a snake scare you into missing your step? Stupid, stupid Delia.
He was still talking. Kesi’s eyes snapped back to him trying to focus. She had honestly tuned him out for a bit. “No, it’s most important to the Tempest of Set. But you don’t have to be grumpy and devoted. I’m not grumpy and devoted. I’m super happy. I have fun. You should have more fun, Doc.” Kesi had lots of fun and she worked hard every day. Why couldn’t Rekhmire do the same?
When he started pouring salt on the burn Kesi started grinding her teeth. Her muscles clenched up, and her good hand wrapped in a fist. But she didn’t allow a sound to escape her lips. She was not a girl to succumb to pain, not since she was a child. She bore scars from her treatment by Somgi and various other occasions in the past. Salt on a wound was not torturing, even if it did sting to hell and back.
“I’ll apply it.” She said plainly. She didn’t want to have to come back here. Kesi would be a good girl and listen to the doctor if only to keep him away. Besides, she didn’t quite like being injured. It could seriously prevent her from doing her best work, and it might freak patrons out to see it.
“Way to make the one fun thing about you boring, Doc. I would have quite liked to watch your experiments on slaves.” But now that sounded awful too. Couldn’t he just do it because he wanted to? Kesi did things because she wanted to sometimes. But never truly bad things for the circus, not really. But she knew how to have fun.
Kesi perked up. He was going to help her hide the burn? “I take back what I said, Doc!” She said with a wide smile. “You’re gonna hide this burn? You’re not boring at all! You’re super fun. I will for sure keep my promise.” Especially because now Nem would never know. It didn’t even hurt anymore really after he put the other stuff on!
He just kept talking. Did he ever stop? Who cared how long she had it? Kesi didn’t. She doesn’t keep track of silly things like that. She was busy being grumpy herself and hiding from Rekhmire to care about things like time. “Since this morning,” she mumbled glumly. This wasn’t fun. This was far from freaking fun.
When he started rubbing this weird stick mixture Kesi didn’t flinch. It didn’t really hurt any. In fact, it was almost cooling. Though Kesi was sure it would get annoying. And it did little to hide the damage, not that there was really any chance of that anyhow. Nem was going to see, and then maybe she’d get a lecture from him too. This day was just the worst.
Stupid Delia, Kesi thought to herself as the cloud above her head got even darker. You’re a fire dancer. How could a snake scare you into missing your step? Stupid, stupid Delia.
He was still talking. Kesi’s eyes snapped back to him trying to focus. She had honestly tuned him out for a bit. “No, it’s most important to the Tempest of Set. But you don’t have to be grumpy and devoted. I’m not grumpy and devoted. I’m super happy. I have fun. You should have more fun, Doc.” Kesi had lots of fun and she worked hard every day. Why couldn’t Rekhmire do the same?
When he started pouring salt on the burn Kesi started grinding her teeth. Her muscles clenched up, and her good hand wrapped in a fist. But she didn’t allow a sound to escape her lips. She was not a girl to succumb to pain, not since she was a child. She bore scars from her treatment by Somgi and various other occasions in the past. Salt on a wound was not torturing, even if it did sting to hell and back.
“I’ll apply it.” She said plainly. She didn’t want to have to come back here. Kesi would be a good girl and listen to the doctor if only to keep him away. Besides, she didn’t quite like being injured. It could seriously prevent her from doing her best work, and it might freak patrons out to see it.
“Way to make the one fun thing about you boring, Doc. I would have quite liked to watch your experiments on slaves.” But now that sounded awful too. Couldn’t he just do it because he wanted to? Kesi did things because she wanted to sometimes. But never truly bad things for the circus, not really. But she knew how to have fun.
Kesi perked up. He was going to help her hide the burn? “I take back what I said, Doc!” She said with a wide smile. “You’re gonna hide this burn? You’re not boring at all! You’re super fun. I will for sure keep my promise.” Especially because now Nem would never know. It didn’t even hurt anymore really after he put the other stuff on!
As he walked back into his private area, where his bed and more rare ingredients and concoctions were kept, he pondered over the girl's words. She seemed to be dedicated to the circus just as he, but they certainly had different ideas of what that meant. For the girl, it seemed to be about all fun and games, but for Rekhmire, it was more than that.
The circus was all he knew. In his entire life, he had only spent five years away from the circus barring small visits to towns for ingredients and the like. He knew nothing else, just like the only career he'd ever known was being a Doctor.
That didn't mean he agreed with her assessment of him being boring, however. He, personally, found the field of medicine fascinating with so many variabilities. The art of healing someone could be more chaotic than the art of taking a life.
He moved over to his shelf before pulling a small bottle off of the shelf with a funnel built into the bottle. He had to shell out a fair few coins for these bottles as the design wasn't exactly common. He then pulled a thin piece of cloth off of the shelf as well, before finally taking a vial of special ink.
He then walked out, before placing all the items on the table as well. He picked up the cloth, before wrapping it around her burn in a spiraling motion. "And good. If I hear you haven't applied both of those days, I can't guarantee that the next time you're in here will be pleasant."
He picked up the small bottle before turning back to her arm, "Life's not all about fun and pleasure. Without my experimentation, the circus would still be using the archaic methods of my father and, no offense, your grandfather."
He turned the bottle around before allowing the liquid to drip onto the edges of the cloth. The liquid, extracted from various plants and mixed together along with gum Arabic. He first thought of the idea when he'd heard of the methods used to preserve the various pharaohs. It would cause the cloth, which was tightly wrapped around her arm, to stick to her arm and reduce the edge of the cloth.
"While your grandfather and my father set the foundations, it has been the experimentations that have really driven our advancements."
He took a small tray and placed it on the table, before pouring the ink into the tray. He used a thin reed to paint the ink onto a parchment, letting it dry before frowning. "Not quite, not quite." The ink was slightly too dark to blend with Kesi's skin.
He walked outside for a few minutes, going to the well that was conveniently near his tent, before returning to the tent. Whenever the circus was built, Rekhmire always liked setting his tent up near a well or setting up a well near his tent. Water was useful for too many purposes in healing. He returned with a pitcher of water. "Let's see if we can get this to match." He muttered to himself, before pouring water into the tray, along with a lighter shade of ink, diluting the prior ink. He mixed the ink and water together before attempting to paint it on the parchment again.
This time the ink was a much better match. "Let's try this, shall we?" He reached over to another table before pulling out a larger brush, a bunch of reeds tied together carefully. He then carefully brushed the paint onto the cloth that covered her arm. By the time he was done, the ink was a close match to her own skin color. It wasn't perfect by any means, but an untrained eye might not notice. He bottled the rest of the ink into a bottle that he set next to the items that Kesi would be taking with her, placing the cloth and the 'glue' there as well.
"And remember, the mixture and salts need to be applied every day until the burn is healed."
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As he walked back into his private area, where his bed and more rare ingredients and concoctions were kept, he pondered over the girl's words. She seemed to be dedicated to the circus just as he, but they certainly had different ideas of what that meant. For the girl, it seemed to be about all fun and games, but for Rekhmire, it was more than that.
The circus was all he knew. In his entire life, he had only spent five years away from the circus barring small visits to towns for ingredients and the like. He knew nothing else, just like the only career he'd ever known was being a Doctor.
That didn't mean he agreed with her assessment of him being boring, however. He, personally, found the field of medicine fascinating with so many variabilities. The art of healing someone could be more chaotic than the art of taking a life.
He moved over to his shelf before pulling a small bottle off of the shelf with a funnel built into the bottle. He had to shell out a fair few coins for these bottles as the design wasn't exactly common. He then pulled a thin piece of cloth off of the shelf as well, before finally taking a vial of special ink.
He then walked out, before placing all the items on the table as well. He picked up the cloth, before wrapping it around her burn in a spiraling motion. "And good. If I hear you haven't applied both of those days, I can't guarantee that the next time you're in here will be pleasant."
He picked up the small bottle before turning back to her arm, "Life's not all about fun and pleasure. Without my experimentation, the circus would still be using the archaic methods of my father and, no offense, your grandfather."
He turned the bottle around before allowing the liquid to drip onto the edges of the cloth. The liquid, extracted from various plants and mixed together along with gum Arabic. He first thought of the idea when he'd heard of the methods used to preserve the various pharaohs. It would cause the cloth, which was tightly wrapped around her arm, to stick to her arm and reduce the edge of the cloth.
"While your grandfather and my father set the foundations, it has been the experimentations that have really driven our advancements."
He took a small tray and placed it on the table, before pouring the ink into the tray. He used a thin reed to paint the ink onto a parchment, letting it dry before frowning. "Not quite, not quite." The ink was slightly too dark to blend with Kesi's skin.
He walked outside for a few minutes, going to the well that was conveniently near his tent, before returning to the tent. Whenever the circus was built, Rekhmire always liked setting his tent up near a well or setting up a well near his tent. Water was useful for too many purposes in healing. He returned with a pitcher of water. "Let's see if we can get this to match." He muttered to himself, before pouring water into the tray, along with a lighter shade of ink, diluting the prior ink. He mixed the ink and water together before attempting to paint it on the parchment again.
This time the ink was a much better match. "Let's try this, shall we?" He reached over to another table before pulling out a larger brush, a bunch of reeds tied together carefully. He then carefully brushed the paint onto the cloth that covered her arm. By the time he was done, the ink was a close match to her own skin color. It wasn't perfect by any means, but an untrained eye might not notice. He bottled the rest of the ink into a bottle that he set next to the items that Kesi would be taking with her, placing the cloth and the 'glue' there as well.
"And remember, the mixture and salts need to be applied every day until the burn is healed."
As he walked back into his private area, where his bed and more rare ingredients and concoctions were kept, he pondered over the girl's words. She seemed to be dedicated to the circus just as he, but they certainly had different ideas of what that meant. For the girl, it seemed to be about all fun and games, but for Rekhmire, it was more than that.
The circus was all he knew. In his entire life, he had only spent five years away from the circus barring small visits to towns for ingredients and the like. He knew nothing else, just like the only career he'd ever known was being a Doctor.
That didn't mean he agreed with her assessment of him being boring, however. He, personally, found the field of medicine fascinating with so many variabilities. The art of healing someone could be more chaotic than the art of taking a life.
He moved over to his shelf before pulling a small bottle off of the shelf with a funnel built into the bottle. He had to shell out a fair few coins for these bottles as the design wasn't exactly common. He then pulled a thin piece of cloth off of the shelf as well, before finally taking a vial of special ink.
He then walked out, before placing all the items on the table as well. He picked up the cloth, before wrapping it around her burn in a spiraling motion. "And good. If I hear you haven't applied both of those days, I can't guarantee that the next time you're in here will be pleasant."
He picked up the small bottle before turning back to her arm, "Life's not all about fun and pleasure. Without my experimentation, the circus would still be using the archaic methods of my father and, no offense, your grandfather."
He turned the bottle around before allowing the liquid to drip onto the edges of the cloth. The liquid, extracted from various plants and mixed together along with gum Arabic. He first thought of the idea when he'd heard of the methods used to preserve the various pharaohs. It would cause the cloth, which was tightly wrapped around her arm, to stick to her arm and reduce the edge of the cloth.
"While your grandfather and my father set the foundations, it has been the experimentations that have really driven our advancements."
He took a small tray and placed it on the table, before pouring the ink into the tray. He used a thin reed to paint the ink onto a parchment, letting it dry before frowning. "Not quite, not quite." The ink was slightly too dark to blend with Kesi's skin.
He walked outside for a few minutes, going to the well that was conveniently near his tent, before returning to the tent. Whenever the circus was built, Rekhmire always liked setting his tent up near a well or setting up a well near his tent. Water was useful for too many purposes in healing. He returned with a pitcher of water. "Let's see if we can get this to match." He muttered to himself, before pouring water into the tray, along with a lighter shade of ink, diluting the prior ink. He mixed the ink and water together before attempting to paint it on the parchment again.
This time the ink was a much better match. "Let's try this, shall we?" He reached over to another table before pulling out a larger brush, a bunch of reeds tied together carefully. He then carefully brushed the paint onto the cloth that covered her arm. By the time he was done, the ink was a close match to her own skin color. It wasn't perfect by any means, but an untrained eye might not notice. He bottled the rest of the ink into a bottle that he set next to the items that Kesi would be taking with her, placing the cloth and the 'glue' there as well.
"And remember, the mixture and salts need to be applied every day until the burn is healed."
Kesi couldn’t understand what Rekhmire meant. Life wasn’t all about fun and pleasure? But of course, it was about that! What was the point of life if it wasn’t fun? Nem gave Kesi so much fun in her life. Purpose too! That was why Kesi was always happy. But Rekhmire wasn’t always happy. He seemed grumpy and serious. That probably made him miserable. Did he have no life? Is that why he thought it wasn’t about fun or pleasure?
Kesi would pity the doctor if she cared about him enough. To live a life that didn’t revolve around fun and pleasure was a meaningless life indeed. Though, Kesi could not fault the man. For the circus to continue to innovate someone had to make the sacrifice of being boring. Rekhmire was good for that. He was dedicated to the circus more than most others. To push the boundaries of humanity through his work is a job very few would excel at. Kesi certainly would not. And in that, while his life lacked meaning without joy, at the very least his purpose was pivotal for the circus’s success. Like true chaos, Rekhmire was an oxymoron. He had a meaningless, purposeful existence.
Kesi watched as the doctor painted on her arm. It felt odd at first, but when he was finished Kesi was amazed. Unless a skilled eye examined it up close, no one would be able to tell that she was injured. More importantly… Nem wouldn’t be able to tell! It is not as if her brother is constantly staring at her arm. She just had to be careful not to make it obvious to him. Kesi was a performer, so she could certainly act in front of her brother. If it spared his disappointment, she would happily pretend like nothing ever happened. She just hoped he wouldn’t already have heard, for if he asked Kesi would be honest. She never lied to Nem, only… withheld truth if she could.
“Thank you, Doc!” Kesi said chipperly, eyes wide with excitement. “No one will ever even know! And it barely hurts! I can even perform!” Though she would take care to not allow her snakes to slither up that arm. At least not until the burn was healed. Kesi may also leave the venom extraction for later, just in case a snake were to struggle. Most of them were well trained, but it was not worth the risk of Kesi losing her temper and killing them for rubbing her injury.
Kesi jumped off the table and collected the items in her hand. “Once a day, even if it stings, got it!” This wasn’t that bad of a visit, even if the doctor was a little weird. She still didn’t necessarily like him. But she didn’t hate him. Rekhmire could be useful… she guessed.
Kesi went to leave but hesitated at the exit of the tent. “Oh and doc? I lied to you the other day. I do still have that poison you were looking for. I just didn’t want to see you. I’ll give it to you later today.” With that, Kesi ran off, extremely happy to finally be out of there.
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Kesi couldn’t understand what Rekhmire meant. Life wasn’t all about fun and pleasure? But of course, it was about that! What was the point of life if it wasn’t fun? Nem gave Kesi so much fun in her life. Purpose too! That was why Kesi was always happy. But Rekhmire wasn’t always happy. He seemed grumpy and serious. That probably made him miserable. Did he have no life? Is that why he thought it wasn’t about fun or pleasure?
Kesi would pity the doctor if she cared about him enough. To live a life that didn’t revolve around fun and pleasure was a meaningless life indeed. Though, Kesi could not fault the man. For the circus to continue to innovate someone had to make the sacrifice of being boring. Rekhmire was good for that. He was dedicated to the circus more than most others. To push the boundaries of humanity through his work is a job very few would excel at. Kesi certainly would not. And in that, while his life lacked meaning without joy, at the very least his purpose was pivotal for the circus’s success. Like true chaos, Rekhmire was an oxymoron. He had a meaningless, purposeful existence.
Kesi watched as the doctor painted on her arm. It felt odd at first, but when he was finished Kesi was amazed. Unless a skilled eye examined it up close, no one would be able to tell that she was injured. More importantly… Nem wouldn’t be able to tell! It is not as if her brother is constantly staring at her arm. She just had to be careful not to make it obvious to him. Kesi was a performer, so she could certainly act in front of her brother. If it spared his disappointment, she would happily pretend like nothing ever happened. She just hoped he wouldn’t already have heard, for if he asked Kesi would be honest. She never lied to Nem, only… withheld truth if she could.
“Thank you, Doc!” Kesi said chipperly, eyes wide with excitement. “No one will ever even know! And it barely hurts! I can even perform!” Though she would take care to not allow her snakes to slither up that arm. At least not until the burn was healed. Kesi may also leave the venom extraction for later, just in case a snake were to struggle. Most of them were well trained, but it was not worth the risk of Kesi losing her temper and killing them for rubbing her injury.
Kesi jumped off the table and collected the items in her hand. “Once a day, even if it stings, got it!” This wasn’t that bad of a visit, even if the doctor was a little weird. She still didn’t necessarily like him. But she didn’t hate him. Rekhmire could be useful… she guessed.
Kesi went to leave but hesitated at the exit of the tent. “Oh and doc? I lied to you the other day. I do still have that poison you were looking for. I just didn’t want to see you. I’ll give it to you later today.” With that, Kesi ran off, extremely happy to finally be out of there.
Kesi couldn’t understand what Rekhmire meant. Life wasn’t all about fun and pleasure? But of course, it was about that! What was the point of life if it wasn’t fun? Nem gave Kesi so much fun in her life. Purpose too! That was why Kesi was always happy. But Rekhmire wasn’t always happy. He seemed grumpy and serious. That probably made him miserable. Did he have no life? Is that why he thought it wasn’t about fun or pleasure?
Kesi would pity the doctor if she cared about him enough. To live a life that didn’t revolve around fun and pleasure was a meaningless life indeed. Though, Kesi could not fault the man. For the circus to continue to innovate someone had to make the sacrifice of being boring. Rekhmire was good for that. He was dedicated to the circus more than most others. To push the boundaries of humanity through his work is a job very few would excel at. Kesi certainly would not. And in that, while his life lacked meaning without joy, at the very least his purpose was pivotal for the circus’s success. Like true chaos, Rekhmire was an oxymoron. He had a meaningless, purposeful existence.
Kesi watched as the doctor painted on her arm. It felt odd at first, but when he was finished Kesi was amazed. Unless a skilled eye examined it up close, no one would be able to tell that she was injured. More importantly… Nem wouldn’t be able to tell! It is not as if her brother is constantly staring at her arm. She just had to be careful not to make it obvious to him. Kesi was a performer, so she could certainly act in front of her brother. If it spared his disappointment, she would happily pretend like nothing ever happened. She just hoped he wouldn’t already have heard, for if he asked Kesi would be honest. She never lied to Nem, only… withheld truth if she could.
“Thank you, Doc!” Kesi said chipperly, eyes wide with excitement. “No one will ever even know! And it barely hurts! I can even perform!” Though she would take care to not allow her snakes to slither up that arm. At least not until the burn was healed. Kesi may also leave the venom extraction for later, just in case a snake were to struggle. Most of them were well trained, but it was not worth the risk of Kesi losing her temper and killing them for rubbing her injury.
Kesi jumped off the table and collected the items in her hand. “Once a day, even if it stings, got it!” This wasn’t that bad of a visit, even if the doctor was a little weird. She still didn’t necessarily like him. But she didn’t hate him. Rekhmire could be useful… she guessed.
Kesi went to leave but hesitated at the exit of the tent. “Oh and doc? I lied to you the other day. I do still have that poison you were looking for. I just didn’t want to see you. I’ll give it to you later today.” With that, Kesi ran off, extremely happy to finally be out of there.
Rekhmire knew that Kesi wouldn't understand what he meant about life and pleasure until later in her life. It was something realized as they grew up with age. Life came before pleasure every single day. One day everyone realizes that the circus of life is not always fun. There's always work to be done. It happens to everyone.
So when she looked at him with pity, he simply smiled in his strange forced way, knowing that one day, she too, would see the world through less tinted eyes. The only way to enjoy life every single day; the only way to have pleasure or fun in life was to rule.
He harumphed in pride as the girl seemed amazed at his methods of hiding her burn. Though, in truth, he had merely taken advantage of subtle techniques that made the process as simple and streamlined as possible, such as the adhesive to make sure there wasn't an obvious seam.
“Once a day, even if it stings, got it!”
He nodded swiftly, turning his gaze to stare at the girl. "And if you don't, I will find out, mark my words." Of course, he had no real methods to find out whether she did or not, but he felt as if acting as he did would make sure she didn't falter.
He turned back to his utensils. He recapped the ink bottles, placing them back on the shelves where they belong. Then he picked up the reed pen before turning back towards the tent entrance hearing the girl's voice still there. "Then I shall expect that poison sometime today."
He shook his head after Kesi ran off, presumably to be as far away from Rekhmire as possible. "That girl is a fool," he muttered to himself before walking outside his tent towards the well. He pulled up a bucket, using the drawn up water to start washing the reed pen off.
During this monotonous act, his thoughts turned towards the day, and his time at the circus in general. In some small way, the girl reminded him of himself in his youth. Naive, hopeful, but unknowingly being forced into a role that they did not choose. And yet, despite all of that she, just like him, was devoted to the Tempest of Set.
Although he had to admit, she was more devoted to Amenemhat than the Tempest itself. Still, the similarities were there, and he would be watching her with interest. Would she settle into her role as he did, or will she break free of the role forced on her and carve a new name and role for herself. No matter what, it would be interesting. Though, he would be foolish if he thought he could be a bystander if the last happened. With him being one of those influencers of her role, he would be on her hit list should such a day come.
The only thing he knew, is that whichever path should come to be, he would serve the Tempest of Set to his dying breath.
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Rekhmire knew that Kesi wouldn't understand what he meant about life and pleasure until later in her life. It was something realized as they grew up with age. Life came before pleasure every single day. One day everyone realizes that the circus of life is not always fun. There's always work to be done. It happens to everyone.
So when she looked at him with pity, he simply smiled in his strange forced way, knowing that one day, she too, would see the world through less tinted eyes. The only way to enjoy life every single day; the only way to have pleasure or fun in life was to rule.
He harumphed in pride as the girl seemed amazed at his methods of hiding her burn. Though, in truth, he had merely taken advantage of subtle techniques that made the process as simple and streamlined as possible, such as the adhesive to make sure there wasn't an obvious seam.
“Once a day, even if it stings, got it!”
He nodded swiftly, turning his gaze to stare at the girl. "And if you don't, I will find out, mark my words." Of course, he had no real methods to find out whether she did or not, but he felt as if acting as he did would make sure she didn't falter.
He turned back to his utensils. He recapped the ink bottles, placing them back on the shelves where they belong. Then he picked up the reed pen before turning back towards the tent entrance hearing the girl's voice still there. "Then I shall expect that poison sometime today."
He shook his head after Kesi ran off, presumably to be as far away from Rekhmire as possible. "That girl is a fool," he muttered to himself before walking outside his tent towards the well. He pulled up a bucket, using the drawn up water to start washing the reed pen off.
During this monotonous act, his thoughts turned towards the day, and his time at the circus in general. In some small way, the girl reminded him of himself in his youth. Naive, hopeful, but unknowingly being forced into a role that they did not choose. And yet, despite all of that she, just like him, was devoted to the Tempest of Set.
Although he had to admit, she was more devoted to Amenemhat than the Tempest itself. Still, the similarities were there, and he would be watching her with interest. Would she settle into her role as he did, or will she break free of the role forced on her and carve a new name and role for herself. No matter what, it would be interesting. Though, he would be foolish if he thought he could be a bystander if the last happened. With him being one of those influencers of her role, he would be on her hit list should such a day come.
The only thing he knew, is that whichever path should come to be, he would serve the Tempest of Set to his dying breath.
Rekhmire knew that Kesi wouldn't understand what he meant about life and pleasure until later in her life. It was something realized as they grew up with age. Life came before pleasure every single day. One day everyone realizes that the circus of life is not always fun. There's always work to be done. It happens to everyone.
So when she looked at him with pity, he simply smiled in his strange forced way, knowing that one day, she too, would see the world through less tinted eyes. The only way to enjoy life every single day; the only way to have pleasure or fun in life was to rule.
He harumphed in pride as the girl seemed amazed at his methods of hiding her burn. Though, in truth, he had merely taken advantage of subtle techniques that made the process as simple and streamlined as possible, such as the adhesive to make sure there wasn't an obvious seam.
“Once a day, even if it stings, got it!”
He nodded swiftly, turning his gaze to stare at the girl. "And if you don't, I will find out, mark my words." Of course, he had no real methods to find out whether she did or not, but he felt as if acting as he did would make sure she didn't falter.
He turned back to his utensils. He recapped the ink bottles, placing them back on the shelves where they belong. Then he picked up the reed pen before turning back towards the tent entrance hearing the girl's voice still there. "Then I shall expect that poison sometime today."
He shook his head after Kesi ran off, presumably to be as far away from Rekhmire as possible. "That girl is a fool," he muttered to himself before walking outside his tent towards the well. He pulled up a bucket, using the drawn up water to start washing the reed pen off.
During this monotonous act, his thoughts turned towards the day, and his time at the circus in general. In some small way, the girl reminded him of himself in his youth. Naive, hopeful, but unknowingly being forced into a role that they did not choose. And yet, despite all of that she, just like him, was devoted to the Tempest of Set.
Although he had to admit, she was more devoted to Amenemhat than the Tempest itself. Still, the similarities were there, and he would be watching her with interest. Would she settle into her role as he did, or will she break free of the role forced on her and carve a new name and role for herself. No matter what, it would be interesting. Though, he would be foolish if he thought he could be a bystander if the last happened. With him being one of those influencers of her role, he would be on her hit list should such a day come.
The only thing he knew, is that whichever path should come to be, he would serve the Tempest of Set to his dying breath.