[Now that he's able to actually speak without worrying about having his face broken in by prison guards, Hellboy abandons text pretty quickly. It's just easier to talk than to think his words into existence.]
Sieglinde Sullivan. Do you remember me? It's Hellboy.
Believe me, I don't think anyone's about to complain about the timing. [Well, if they are, they're jerks and probably need to get beat up.] I wanted to thank you personally, all the same.
Alright, got it. [Donations it is. He'll have to scrounge around and see if he has anything that'll actually be useful. If not, he'll just have to make a mental IOU.]
I have made it clear to those searching that any harassment would result in my withdrawing aid from their own- [a bluff only] but there have been inquiries.
Rather than the main thoroughfare, if you were to come through the back streets in the market... I could signal when it was safe to approach.
If need be I can make my way to you, but it will take some time.
No, no -- I'll come to you. [She's helping him without requiring payment; the least he could do was take a little detour.] Fair warning: I look a little scary, but I promise I'm not. I'll be there soon.
[from her vantage point, Sieglinde can at least tell big. Craning from her window to check, moving to the door to check the stairs, then back to the window, she finally waves a handkerchief briefly outside...
[Hellboy's not sure what he was expecting. A flare? A birdcall? He takes the handkerchief as a signal and quickly, but still cautiously, darts across the alley to slip inside the back door.
He's not sure if the apothecary is friendly or not, so he creeps up the stairs as best he can, careful not to scuff the wood with his hooves.]
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un: hb; audio; 12/8-ish
Sieglinde Sullivan. Do you remember me? It's Hellboy.
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I have not forgotten you, "Hellboy". Are you well?
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Well enough. I'm alive, anyway. And I think I have you to thank for that.
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What kind...?
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Potions to reduce fever and swelling, ointments to speed the healing of flesh, powders to stop bleeding...
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Is that what being a Green Witch means?
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[Though she doesn't... supply the rest. If she has her way, that will be most all of what the Green Witch legacy means from now on.]
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Alright. In that case, if you have anything that would help, er... bone to heal? If that's in your bag of tricks.
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Where can I find you?
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I really stand out in a crowd. Are there a lot of patrols nearby looking for prisoners?
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I have made it clear to those searching that any harassment would result in my withdrawing aid from their own- [a bluff only] but there have been inquiries.
Rather than the main thoroughfare, if you were to come through the back streets in the market... I could signal when it was safe to approach.
If need be I can make my way to you, but it will take some time.
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Then I will await your arrival.
[time to open the window and keep an eye out.]
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Taking side streets and back alleys, it doesn't take him long to reach the back door. Still, he waits in the shadows.]
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Which is probably her version of a signal.]
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He's not sure if the apothecary is friendly or not, so he creeps up the stairs as best he can, careful not to scuff the wood with his hooves.]
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god sorry this is so late
omg hdu (no its ok)
wah.... so kind
<3!
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