Raoul had tracked his so called serial killer to the swamps of the Marsh Flats, he was assigned a not-particularly difficult looking case.



“Look for a Serial Killer named Loumvu Bufebe, known for using strange concoctions and poisons to dispose of his victims”.



Raoul had checked into an Inn in the nearby Lilicors Village after doing some research on the fellow and finding out most of his killings took place in the Marsh Flats. He talked to the locals and scooped out the area looking for any clues about where he could find this guy and bring him to justice.



He find out a couple of things: The man was creepy and used to live in the village before one day leaving and making his own house in the swamp alienating himself from anyone he used to know, his attacks seemed at random and there seemed not to be foreseeable connection to his victims, there was also a physician in town by the name of C’Leena that last part was good to know in case he came across any living would be victims in the swamp.



Soon he made his way into the swamp ready to hunt down this guy once and for all, at first he was finding little signs of the killer. Small carving marks on trees, large footsteps, crossed out circles. He hid behind a bush as he heard a loud noise coming from in front of him, a hulking monster of a man with green popping veins was pacing around in a circle waiting for something, or someone. Soon enough he was met by another figure, a creepy looking disheveled scientist fellow that seemed to match up with Lomvu’s description. He couldn’t hear them very well and decided to get a little closer, slowly stepping within the bush to another one.



Suddenly as he slumped down on his knees an unforeseen branch snaps under him causing the two criminals to glare at the origin, him. He tries to run away but the monster quickly runs after him shrieking strange noises before the sound of sharp claws being summoned appear behind Raoul. Soon he feels a large claw swipe on his back with such force it causes him to be knocked forward a decent distance away. The monster halts in his tracks as Raoul lands away from the swamp and near Civilization.



He coughs up blood and tries to jump back only to find himself falling over again with a searing pain coming from his back wound. He hobbles his way into town straight into the inn where he heard C’Leena the physician would be.



He comes inside slamming the doors wide open before shouting, “I’ve been got, I’m bleeding profusely, Dr. C’Leena are you here? Please help”.

"Yes, petal, I'm fine." C'Leena says, having been trying to calm Nepheles nerves for the past few minutes. There had been a minor error in her inscriptions that caused the entire thing to burst in a ball of flame. While, yes, it did scare the shit out of her, and at the time it damn near caused a panic attack, Nephele had put the flames out impressively quickly, being the overprotective Fiancé she is (At least with anything fire related).

Eventually, C'Leena is able to get Nephele to calm her nerves. C'Leena is about to sit back down to have another go before she heard yelling from downstairs. Yelling for her specifically. She's unable to hear what exactly the voice said, but she definitely recognized her name and the distress along with it. In a burst of motion, she launches out her chair and out the door, into the Inn proper.

On an upper level of the building looking over the main floor is a woman, roughly 6ft in height wearing shockingly unfamiliar clothing. A white tank top and jeans, both of which made out of materials completely foreign to anything largely made here. Her hair is cut short, the sides shaven and the top just long enough to stay out of her eyes.

There are a few things to note about her immediately. Firstly are her eyes, which appear to be not unlike aquamarine gemstones in place of where her eyes should be. Second are the severe looking burn scars surrounding her eyes, telling a story with those details alone. Third are the burns around her shoulders, stretching across her chest and back. The burns seem to stop with a very distinct line between scarred flesh and healthy skin with no visible reason as to why.

C'Leena, upon seeing who was calling for her, completely ignores the stairs and opts to simply hop the bannister, landing on the ground floor with a surprisingly heavy impact. She takes a chair as she approaches the unknown individual, spotting blood along his chin as well as a posture that insinuates a back injury. That suggests the lungs have been punctured and are bleeding, which causes the coughing up of blood.

She sets the chair down near the man and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Sit." She says with an incredible authority. Moving behind him, she sees quite the gnarly set of wounds. Looks almost like beast claws, which wildly concern her, but she begins working.

Her focus is entirely on the wound as C'Leena opens up a rip in what seems to be reality itself¹ and pulls out a decently sized kit full of medical supplies. Taking a few items out of the box outside of the mans view, the only warning she gives is "This'll sting" as she starts disinfecting the wound, not at all being stingy with the pure alcohol used.

Once the wound is clean, she simply places a hand onto the mans back. Her hand feels strangely cold - not unlike steel or some other metal. After a single beat, the mans wounds begin to close on their own², an awful itching feeling alongside the accelerated healing. Not much she can really do about that, however.

Once the wounds are closed, she steps back in front of the man, pulling a chair out to sit down. "G'day. You seem to already know me, but I'm Dr. C'Leena Thomas. Quite the wound you sustained there, Mister..?"

---

1. Space Pocket
2. Major Healing

Raoul was starting to lose his balance as he held his stomach still coughing up some blood, “Dammit, giant bastard got lucky if it was a real fight I would’ve at least had a better chance”, he mutters in his panic.



The dhampir was used to getting hurt in the line of duty but usually, he adventures on dangerous jobs with other adventurers who did the heavy lifting for him. He hadn’t felt this much pain since the Fijiefiji Case a year ago. He barely had enough energy to look up at the woman looking down at him. He glanced at her in a daze as he felt his consciousness fading fast. He could barely hear her voice but still hunkered down on the seat as she ordered, he glanced at his physician; they looked odd in their clothing, not of any city or government he could recognize.



Raoul grits his teeth as he feels the stinging feeling hit his back, he holds himself and sinks his teeth on the top of his shirt to get through the stinging feeling.


Raoul shuddered as he felt the cold sensation on his back he turned his head to the side curious about what the great doctor had done. He suddenly felt the searing pain coming from his back start to disappear and close up although the itchy feeling felt jarring and uncomfortable the dhampir just ignored it.



He smiled as the doctor properly introduced herself holding his hand out for a shake, “A pleasure to meet you Dr. C’Leena I indeed heard of you and your presence during my initial visit here a couple of days ago. Yes, the wound I sustained I got from tracking down that killer named Loumvu. I managed to get close enough to hear him talking but got caught and injured during my escape. I hobbled here and went to the inn I thought you’d be. Oh but where are my manners, names Raoul, Raoul Ardelean, Dhampir Astralblood Detective at your service”, he then hands C’Leena his business card.

C'Leena wasn't sure what to make of the guy. Mending his wounds and sitting down in front of him, she listens to what he has to say with curiosity. This is the first time she has had someone seek her out personally upon coming to Charon, which is an awfully gratifying feeling. She can't help but to try to hide a proud smile.

Shaking Raoul's hand, it's once again clear that there is something very strange about C'Leena. Her hand feels cold and hard, again like steel, but it looks perfectly normal, albeit strangely unscarred despite what looks to be a large portion of her body being covered in old burn scars.

She turns around to look up to the bannister, where a cerulean skinned Nymph is standing. She, too, is wearing a strange article of clothing. The material is far more familiar, but the design is strange, like a mix of a coat and a cloak. C'Leena would recognize it as her hoodie that Nephele has nicked, but she'll put up with it.. For now.

The nymph looks quite scarred physically. There are quite a number of scars dotted along her cheeks, with a long, gnarly one diagonally across her face. Her eyes are completely black and speckled with what look to be stars, her own personal night sky entirely within her eyes. Her hair is cloudlike, looking very airy and almost inconvenient with how much hair there is. It almost completely conceals the goat-like ears of hers, pierced and housing a number of earrings and jewelry.

In Raoul's more conscious mind, it might not pass him that the Nymph is wearing what looks to be an engagement ring, and a quick look at C'Leena's own hand confirms that she is wearing a match.

"Dhampir..? I know Astralbloods are those with celestial heritage, right?" She asks Nephele, who responds with a nod.

"Dhampirs are the child between human and vampire." She informs C'Leena, her voice carrying an almost melodic cadence. C'Leena nods in thanks before flicking her head right back at Nephele.

"Excuse me? Vampires are real?" She looks between Nephele and Raoul, beyond shocked from this discovery.

"You never asked about them, and they're rather secretive about their heritage." Nephele says, pausing briefly to translate words into common. She has a distinct Greek accent, and her common is still rather.. rough at times, but she's been improving rather quickly.

"That's fair. I'm gonna be asking about that later." She says before turning back to Raoul. "That up there is Nephele Thomas." She introduces, finally taking a look at the actual business card she was handed. She is greatly amused by this.

Nephele, on the other hand, seems ever so slightly surprised by her introduction. Her ears flick upward for a moment, her cheeks taking on a darker blue hue and the clear signs of someone fighting down a smile like her life depended on it. Even from where she's standing, she bows and continues to linger. She is also beginning to lose the Smile War^tm.

"Now, you put quite a lot on the line in hopes that I was here, mate. Anything else I can do for you?"

Raoul’s eyes lowered as he felt C’Leena’s hand from their friendly shake although her body was filled with burn scars her hands felt cold, really cold, cold like metal perhaps.



"That couldn’t be it, could it?”, the Dhampir contemplates asking for deciding to keep it to himself and work on the task at hand.



He glanced over to see a blue nymph with some sort of really weird shirt, “Heh, I hadn't seen anything like that before save from a couple of minutes again when he first met C’Leena. Where are these guys even from at this point”, he thought



Raoul only chuckles as he hears the good doctor get surprised by his existence, “Heh, yes indeed we vampires are real. Feel free to ask any questions about me if you have any. As for introductions, it's a pleasure to meet you, Nephele, and Dr. C’Leena, I came not only here to recover myself from that deadly wound but to seek your assistance. During my escape from the monster man, I got scratched by some strange illness that the monster was creating. Now I have a mildly burning feeling on my back and some weird hallucination in my right eye of a place I’ve never been".

C'Leena listens with mixed curiosity and concern, her brow creased slightly as she thinks. "Burning and hallucinations. Hm, alright. Here, reckon you could walk with me? Best to look you over in a less public place." She says, standing up and beckoning Raoul to follow, helping him along if he needs the assistance. She simply brings Raoul into her and Nepheles rented room, but not before sending a Replicant to quickly clean up any mess in there beforehand.

Entering into the room, it's hardly lit, the only light being the afternoon sun from the windows and a singular candle that looks barely used. On the table are a number of scattered papers, all written in handwriting that neat beyond understanding. Most jarringly of all is quite the sizable scorch mark that has burnt a number of papers as well as the table, and the chair currently fallen over.

C'Leena corrects the chair and sits Raoul down. From her Space Pocket, she brings out a few unfamiliar items. A strange pad with what looks to be a ball attached via tubing (A blood pressure cuff that she has fashioned together during one of her many hyper-focus sessions) and a stethoscope. She beckons Nephele over, and seemingly without words, Nephele takes Raoul's elbow and places two fingers on an artery, tapping the Astralbloods BPM.

"Hm. To be expected.. Blood loss, adrenaline.. checks out I s'pose." C'Leena mumbles to herself before wrapping the pad around a bicep and squeezing the ball. "Sorry mate, might be a bit unpleasant. Wont be long." She says, stopping after a few more squeezes before putting on the stethoscope and listening, gradually releasing the pressure inside the cuff. Her eyes are closed and she looks thoughtful externally. Internally she's doing so much math not even she can calculate it properly.

The replicant makes a reappearance and takes a pencil and paper. C'Leena, with her eyes still closed, begins hurling numbers, terms and phrases that only she understands. Nephele looks completely lost, staring blankly at C'Leena with a great mix of confusion and curiosity.

"135 over 87." The Replicant answers after a moment, putting the paper and pencil down before vanishing. Even looking at the paper is jarring as the entire page is filled with formulas and equations, some crossed out. All in all, that took perhaps thirty seconds for her to calculate. 

"Hypertension. Orright, you got a history of blood pressure issues, Raoul?" C'Leena asks, opening her eyes, removing the stethoscope and cuff and hurling them back into her space pocket. She doesn't even know if he can answer that question, but maybe. Who knows, it's damn magic land - anything's possible.

As Raoul answers, C'Leena leans down and looks at Raouls eyes before backing up, flicking her hand¹ which causes the pen and paper to lift up again, flip to a new page and begin taking notes.

"This illness was inflicted via wound.. Immune system should be responding. Nephele, mind seeing if his body temperature is rising?" Nephele looks slightly confused before C'Leena nods toward his forehead, which gets her on the same train of thought. Using the back of her hand, she feels his temperature.

"Compared to you, I believe so." She says, removing her hand. C'Leena simply stands up straight and taps her chin in thought, looking at Raoul like he's hiding all the answers to whatever is ailing him.

Quite the puzzle she's been confronted with.

---

1. Telekinesis

Raoul follows behind C’Leena still feeling the searing burn on his back from when the beast slashed him. As Raoul walked his right eye was filled with visions of a dark and small space that he couldn’t place any discernible features of. Seeing it as well as the current area around made Raoul’s headache in confusion, he then tried to close his right eye only to still see the vision.



Raoul turns his head as he looks at the various amounts of medical equipment, “What are those? I’ve never seen anything like that. Is that some sort of new tool that the current doctors are using?” He was curious about C’Leena’s technology.



The dhampir is shocked as Nephele touches his artery, confused as he’d never had this done in the handful of doctors he'd visited over the years. Suddenly C'Leena wraps a pad around his bicep and it squeezes his arm he continues to be confused even a little alarmed but trusting C’Leena decides to just let her do her job.



Raoul then responds to C’Leena’s question, “No ma’am, no blood pressure issues, I don’t bite people for their blood, much less pressure them into it. Us vampires are not all the same trust me I’m glad for it".


Raoul then after being looked at by the good doctor with suspicion says, “I got it while on a job, speaking of I’ll probably head over there again once you’ve patched me up”.

"This is a Stethoscope. Lets me listen to the quiet things your body is doing. Here, put this on and put this round bit over your heart." She says, handing over the stethoscope to Raoul. She's not really concerned about losing it or having it damaged since it wasn't too hard to put together. It's just tubing, ear plugs and something to feel vibrations like a piece of film.

"And this is a Blood Pressure Cuff. Generally there'd be a whole machine with it but I have no clue on how to even make that normally, let alone in this world. So I gotta do it the old fashioned way. With shittons of math." She chuckles and has a look on her face that screams 'It's not that big a deal' despite it being quite a big deal. What she did wasn't at all normal.

"As for other doctors? I don't know. Haven't actually met any other doctors now that I think about it. I know of one - Kvasir - but I've yet to meet them."

Catching onto Raouls surprise and mild alarm, she decides to explain what is happening. "Nephele there is just checking your heartrate. The average resting 'Beats per Minute' is about 60, but for very fair reasons, yours is sitting around 120. That'll only start becoming a problem if it doesn't relax. As for the cuff, your heart beats to push blood around your body. By doing so, it builds pressure in your veins and arteries. Pressure is good, but too much pressure is bad.

"You're on the higher side of things - a condition called 'Hypertension'. Your heart is beating harder than it usually does. This can mean a few things, could just mean you're extremely stressed, and for good reason. Let me know if you start feeling anything negative, yeah?"

Getting a response from the blood pressure question was a pleasant surprise. She has a lot of questions regarding vampires, but that can wait. She continues looking at Raoul, even after he's insisted on where this sickness came from. Despite what it looks like, C'Leena isn't suspicious, she is simply very deep in thought.

Working off a hunch, she leans forward and taps Raouls forehead¹. As she casts her magic, runic letters and inscriptions begin to glow an aquamarine hue from under her skin. The glowing letters then separate from her arm and float over to Raoul, planting themselves onto his skin and almost get absorbed into him.

If this is even remotely like a toxin, that should hopefully take care of it. If not, then she is officially out of her depth. She's a damn prosthetist, not a pharmacist or toxicologist. She made fake limbs and organs for people, not cure poisonings n' all that.

---

1. Remove Poison

Raoul turned his head once more in curiosity as C’Leena explained her various strange odd equipment, “A stethoscope that allows you to listen to someone’s body? Isn't it strange that I can understand what my body is saying just by listening to my heart? Are all of these some sort of strange advanced space or light magically enhanced items?”, He then holds the stethoscope in his hands, feeling the tubing and ear plugs before placing it on his ears like he saw C’Leena have them.



He then lowered the end to his heart and began listening before closing his eyes and opening them once more in amazement before handing them to Nephele to hold.



“Blood Pressure Cuff? What do you mean in this world, are you from another realm by chance? The upper or fae realms the clothes you wear don’t like any place in Charon’s that I’ve seen”.



His eyes were wide with amazement as C’Leena explained what in god's name his Heart Rate was, “That does make sense, so if my heart doesn’t calm itself down then it’ll build more pressure can my heartbreak or be destroyed from all of the pressure? As for stress, I’m stressed almost all the time, try running away from an angry giant after revealing to his mother that he destroyed a mountain”, he says with a sigh.



Raoul gets confused as the good doctor touches his forehead but quickly is thrown off guard as suddenly glowing letters surround him and cover his skin before suddenly feeling it being absorbed into his body. Suddenly the strange vision in his right eye disappears, returning to normal as well as the burning pain in his back.



He quickly stands up in shock and says, “What did you do Dr. C'Leena? I feel cured? How did you manage to do that, was it another one of your trinkets, is it invisible?”.

"Completely magic-less." C'Leena ensures, chuckling softly. "And it isn't strange at all. Your body tells you exactly what is wrong. You just need to learn what to listen for."

Seeing the amazement in Raoul's eyes is almost childlike. You don't see adults truly amazed by their own heartbeat very often, but it's still nice to witness. Nephele takes the Stethoscope and looks at it curiously before setting it down, most likely contemplating on seeing what has Raoul so surprised.

Then Raoul starts hurling question after question at her, which is to be expected. It also appears she slipped up with the whole 'otherworldly' thing.

"Ah, right. I'm something called 'Unbound' - A being not of this reality who was brought for one reason or another. To say I'm not from this realm is.. an understatement. Where I'm from, magic is nothing but fantasy - stories to tell children. We have managed to make things akin to magic."

After C'Leena taps his forehead, an orb appears from behind Raoul. It floats in the air and approaches C'Leena where she takes a hold of it and presents it in front of Raoul. "Watch." She says as the orb begins showing memories.

The orb shows the skyline of Melbourne, Australia. Towering monoliths threaten to pierce the skies as urbanization stretches on for what feels like forever.

The image fuzzes over for a moment, and the perspective changes to that at the top of one of these towers. The lack of anything natural is jarring as the cityscape stretches on and on, almost to infinity. Suddenly, Nephele in the orb makes an appearance, her eyes wide as saucers as she stands in awe. Suddenly, C'Leena's voice emanates from the orb.

"Nephele, darling, dearest, love of my life," She begins, not shying away from the suspicious nature in her cadence. "You want to see more of what this world has to offer? Let me introduce you to the technology of the world. Except of course.." She gestures to a doorway that would lead into the tower. The door opens up, revealing solid wall behind it. "Door appears to be out of order. Welp, only one way down!" With a sinister smile, C'Leena wraps Nephele up in her arms and falls backwards off the edge of the tower.

The image blurs again, and the pair are walking down a sidewalk, cars speeding by, yet nobody is on the sidewalks with them. C'Leena sends the orb away before standing up straight, looking to Nephele who has an annoyed look on her face. "I still don't forgive you for that stunt."

"Totally worth it though." She says in response, receiving a tsk back from her fiancé. C'Leena chuckles before looking back to Raoul. "I hail from a place with no magic, but we made it work. We found out how life functions on the smallest scales possible, we learnt the rules of physics and all that crap - what we do is nigh indistinguishable from magic."

"What you were just hit with, however, was magic. That was just Remove Poison. Frankly I'm impressed it worked." She shrugs and sits herself down on the bed. "As for how I did it?"

She places her hands palm up on her knees, and the illusory skin covering her prosthetics fade. Underneath the complex magic are countless metal plates that make up what should be C'Leena's arms. Each plate is heavily inscribed and faintly glowing with aquamarine, barely touching the surface on how complex these prosthetics are.

"These. They act as Spellcasting Focuses in a way, helping me more easily channel mana. I'm almost certain they're the only reason I can use magic in the first place." C'Leena leans forward and leans on her leg with a forearm, softly smiling at Raoul.

"Anything else I can help you with, mate?"

Raoul’s curiosity peaks even more as C’Leena explains that her healing items are not of magical enhancement, “My body? I know there are certain things that one just feels or knows like a grumbling stomach or sickness but your body can just tell you more of the finer details. Do other doctors know about this? I've never seen anything like this before”.



Raoul’s investigative and curious mind is working overdrive with the new amount of information that has been revealed to him.



Raoul then places his finger on his chin listening attentively to C’Leena’s explanation of her origin, “So you’re an Unbound not of this world or even reality? In your world, Charon is not the same place at all? Magic and wizards don’t exist in your universe? Is there a monarchy or dhampirs in your world like mine?”.



Once again Raoul is snapped from his focus as C’Leena bops him on the head, summoning an orb with visions of another world.



“Woah, Australia, Melbourne what is that place? It looks so technologically advanced and has no trace of any elements of Charon, no woods, no beasts, no magical adventurers to be seen”.



He sits deep in thought as C’Leena and Nephele momentarily disappear and return, “How do you guys even operate without magic? Physics? Is that a type of magic in your word? I think I heard that being some sort of science?”, the dhampir speaks with an enthused tone.



Raoul then shifts his focus to answering C’Leena’s question, “I’m not sure myself to be honest, I thought maybe I could’ve been a spell from the dark domain but it didn’t look like anything I’ve ever seen”.



Raoul is then shocked to see C’Leena’s prosthetics revealed, “Woah now that's extremely fascinating magical prosthetics. I think I’ve seen a single person with a prosthesis before an old client of mine with a wood prosthetic arm but this is another level entirely”.



Raoul then holds his hands on the sides of his hand as he continues to process everything that he had just learned before coming back to reality and saying, “I’m not sure what else I can ask of you, nothing right now unless you know how to take down a serial killer with magic monsters at his side”.

C'Leena smiles warmly at Raouls curiosity. "Mhm! Granted, it's not the best at communicating - I mean, I still 'feel' itches on my arms n' legs that don't actually have nerves, so there's that. The body has it's own language, just gotta learn it.

"As for other doctors? Back on Earth, yeah definitely. Understanding the human body to an advanced degree is one of the first requirements to becoming a nurse. If you want to specialize like I did, you gotta understand specifics and what that system can tell you." The tip of the iceberg when it came to prosthetics was extremely complicated to a lay-man. Her best attempts to explain it to Nephele were almost complete failures due to all the information that is just so alien to a civilization that is only just now reaching black powder firearms. The idea of modern firearms would probably make a military leader shit himself or think the teller was completely loony.

As the subject shifts to her being not of this realm, her mind instinctively goes back to her twenty five years in her old home. She misses the place - mainly for the people and technology, but now that she's well on her way to marrying Nephele, if she was given the chance, she'd only go to visit Rose. Explaining where she has been would be.. a nightmare to say the least. Although she might visit them if given the chance. Something to think about later down the line, when crossing back over to earth is even a slightly feasible idea.

"Charon doesn't exist, no. At most, Charon is the name of the ferryman who boats souls across the River Styx in hell. No wizards or magic, and it's only humans. The majority of governments are Federations or Democracies. Australia is a Representative Democracy and a Constitutional Monarchy. King Alexander the IV. Don't particularly care about the monarchy, though." Politics have always been something she has been reluctantly involved with. Mandatory voting in her country forced her into being involved when she really didn't want to be, so she researched the bare minimum to make informed votes. Still hated every moment of it, though.

"Never actually saw a forest before coming here. Or anything natural that wasn't planted there for aesthetics. Then lo' and behold, some fuckoff wizard dumped me in the middle of a forest and I damn near pissed myself. I like nature now, but holy fuck was it stressful."

"Physics is one of many sciences. Laws of our world are discovered in Physics and physics' sub-categories like Astrophysics. Science can seem like magic, but remember that what you know as magic is only fairy tale on earth. A quote from a bloke named 'Robert Clarke': 'Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.'"

Hearing of someone else with prosthetics is interesting to her. Wood for a prosthetic? "Ehhh, wouldn't use wood. Fragile, splinters, constant wear will make it nigh useless over time.. Flammable." C'Leena pauses for a moment, her featureless eyes looking somehow glazed over for a moment before she refocuses on the situation, opting to ignore the flashback for now. "I would use metals. I used Titanium for the frame, Carbon Fiber for the surface under the 'skin' and a synthetic skin for the exterior, as well as a shitton of wiring, computer chips and other crap that would make absolutely no sense. Here, though, steel seems to be the way to go, although I need to avoid using that with Nephele. I'm not sure what the alloy is with these, but it doesn't hurt Nephele so that means it doesn't involve iron.. somehow?"

Raoul's passing remark on finding a way to defeat a weird monster thing that straight up sounds like something out of Frankenstein is tempting, but a look at Nephele, who currently has a look of 'I'm not letting you out of my sight, let alone out of this room' dissuades her from the idea.

"Wish I could help, but the missus seems to be a bit protective at the moment due to a.. mishap just before you turned up. Ooh, actually, what I can do for you issss.." C'Leena stands up and quickly hops over to a bunch of papers. To everyone else, it looks like an absolute mess, but for C'Leena, it's 'Controlled Chaos'. She knows where shit is in her little bomb pile, and she proves it by quickly finding a set of about three pages detailing the 'Remove Poison' spell. She rolls the papers up tightly, pinches a bit of twine from another paper roll and ties the papers together so they don't unravel.

She returns and hands Raoul the papers. "This is for that spell I used to cure that little sickness of yours. Light domain, not too difficult to learn. If you're going after that bloke again, I suggest learning this before doing so." Truthfully, Raoul would get more use out of the spell than C'Leena would. Plus, she already has the magic committed to memory as well as a book that doubles as her drawing notepad. Which has an almost embarrassing number of Nephele drawings in it. Yeah she might be a little in love. Understatement of the damn century right there.

Raoul’s eyes shoot up as he listens to C’Leena speak about doctors back on her home realm of ‘Earth’ and her prosthetics, “You still feel itches how could that be? I’ll look into reading my body’s language, which is always important to learn as a detective, thanks for teaching me some things”.



“There are more than just doctors on earth? Is this like some sort of leveled system with nurses and doctors? I’m very curious about this apology if I’m just shooting you through with questions”.



Raoul sat in his chair listening to C’Leena intently, “A world without Charon? A ferryman? The River Styx in Hell? Governments?”, Raoul's brain was working in top gear to try to understand all of the brand-new information that C’Leena was giving him.



“Woah, that’s a lot to take in C’Leena especially thinking about physics and astrophysics, magic and our world is almost a fairy tale''.



After talking some more and taking the paper from C’Leena the man nods his head at her in acknowledgment and walks away, “I’ll read this on my way there. Hopefully you don’t see me bloody and battered again thanks for healing me”.



The dhampir then walks to the swamp once more while reading C’Leena’s paper laser-focused on taking in its contents.