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Dr. McKnuckles, with his unusual sense of smells (As in the smells don't really disgust him. Have you smelled an ogre fart? Kills grass) is willing to go down first and help others if they need a hand.
"Uhhh... A large halfling?" Fisty asks, following. -Posted with Wayfinder
Dr. McKnuckles blinks at the dirt, concerned. "Wait, wasn't someone among us supposed to find the clue that leads us to the villain?" he asks, scratching his head.
"Nope. Obviously whatver was here exploded into a swarm of feet that stomped around everywhere, obscuring the evidence. Hey... that one looks like mine." Fisty realizes that he's still not too terribly bright and shuts up.
"huh. Okay. I'll take a look." he says. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Uhh.. Whatcha lookin for?" -Posted with Wayfinder
"I'll be there for you, Xavante!" Fisty offers, smiling. "So do we want to make day calls or go on a night visit?"
"I'll go look down the chimneys." Dr. McKnuckles offers. "These houses are..." He looks out the window at one of the roofs and swallows. "You know what, I think Xavante would be better for that."
"I will help if I can. Taking out the cause of this illness might make a therapeutic recovery a possibility." Dr. McKnuckles admits, scratching his misshapen chin. "I'm in to help. That is, if we can find her..."
"Oh good! I remember you, Gregor!" Fisty says with a broad smile. "I am not affected. Good." He looks around, scratching his chin. "This is a real puzzle though... Not sure if I can fix this in just one adjustment."
The Doctor will find himself in the tavern, looking confused too, but for entirely different reasons than the commoners. "This is a rare chance." He can be heard muttering to himself. "I've never seen this many people suddenly unable to recognize faces... Or have I?! I don't recognize any of these people! Could I have been affected too?" He proceeds to quietly panic to himself, which may or may not be concerning considering his size and strength.
"I just got here before the meeting, so I guess I'll need to head back to the tavern." Dr. McKnuckles says. He will head over to the tavern and drink until sleeping in the street sounds and feels okay. Or rent a room. whichever would be cheaper.
"Hey... Baby ratlings." McKnuckles observes. "we could drop them off at the orphanage/animal shelter in town. You know, the one behind the shady chinese/mexican food place?"
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"So... I guess I'll have to find patients later." the doctor replies, wiping his hands on the front of his blood-spattered coat. "Should we look in the cave?" -Posted with Wayfinder
Fisty stands up straight and poses, making a peace sign by the side of his head. It does not look anything serious like he had been otherwise. "Victory!" -Posted with Wayfinder
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The good doctor rolls his shoulders and then reaches out with one hand, snagging the ratling with little effort. He holds the ratling in a strong, yet almost cradling grip. "Don' worry, little fella. I got a treatment that'll fix all your problems!" he declares, managing to wrangle the struggling ratling with little effort. "Eep?" the ratling manages to get out before the Dr. begins his treatment...
Dr. Knuckles will hunch and hunker down so he's at a level to 'receive' his first patient.
"All right, I know you're upset but if you line up I can have you feeling right as rain." -Posted with Wayfinder
Dr. Knuckles trundles along, following the two trackers more than he is the tracks. "So... uh, anyone figure out what did this?" he asks. "Why are we here? And why oh why do I feel like I forgot I existed for a brief moment in time?"
I Approve.
Please tell me he didn't "get better"... ;) -Posted with Wayfinder
Dr. McKnuckles stares at the field for many minutes, trying to figure out what could do that to a perfectly good cow skeleton.
The doctor will hesitate a moment to look the man over.
And reach out, making a few 'quick' adjustments so the man will rest more comfortably.
He then hands the bill to the bro's wife, nods to himself, and departs after everyone else.
The good doctor will plunk a few silver pieces down on the bar, and watches as the man takes a swing at Aineyr. "Uncontrolled aggression, increased bro-pacity, bardic jealousy, and sudden shirt shredding syndrome..." he goes over to wait by the door. "That guy is a bro." He will shrug as that event plays out and will go with everyone else to the fields.
No idea. Hope not!
The doctor jabs a fork into the waffles without really looking at them, adding them to his plate. He looks to be about to put it in his mouth when he instead lifts the plate, tilts back his head, and dumps the remainder of both his and Aineyr's food down his gullet. "Mmmph." he says, his mouth full of cockwaffle (or is it wafflecock?) "Dsh whffls r rlly gud."
Dr. McKnuckles glances at S'quig-aly and raises an eyebrow. "Let me show you how it's done."
He sets the boy back down and hands him his crutch and a slip of paper. "And here's the bill." he says, turning back to the bar and consuming a syrup-coated waffle in one bite with relish. "See?" he says to his betentacled companion. "Sometimes you gotta make lots of small adjustments. That way you can adjust them more often."
".... And that's how I invented maple syrup." he concludes. -Posted with Wayfinder
"That's Dr. Fisty McKnuckles, horse fingerer." the big man corrects, not noticing the addendum. "but i could correct cows too, i suppose. They've a spine." he adds. "I'm in. Well except for the crops part. Tried adjusting a tree once..." he blathers on and on. In fact, he continues to tell the story until we end up in the next scene! -Posted with Wayfinder
The doctor puts a band-aid featuring several friendly kittens on it over her head injury, since it's likely to be sore. "Well, my job here is done." he says, scooting her aside. "You said there's problem we can correct?" "Oh, he left. Well I guess we go out and look?" -Posted with Wayfinder
"Medical school, squiggly. Medical school." the doctor says, dusting off his hands. "You want me to give you a demon-straightening?" -Posted with Wayfinder
Doctor McKnuckles will push through the panicking crowd and check the woman. She's dead, obviously. "Don't worry, friend! I a doctor!" "Dead, huh?" he grumbles, scooping her up in his arms. "That's never stopped me before!" With what must be excruciatingly painful, the half-ogre 'adjusts' the dead/dying woman with a series of brusque movements that evoke a series of loud POP and CRACK sounds.
He extends a hand. "Fisty." he says. "Doctor Fisty McKnuckles. I'm a doctor. It says so on my coat." "Hundreds? Well, sounds like it must be a lot of work keeping them aligned! I can help with that." -Posted with Wayfinder
"At least he didn't want to spoon Daniel!" McKnuckles pipes in, moving in on the conversation. "I hear spooning leads to forking, and forking leads to knifing, and knifing leads to medical bills and legal fees." To the tentacle-y humanoid, the doctor will look her up and down a few times. "You... uh... got any bones in there?" he asks, trying to be subtle but completely failing. "Cause I've never worked on a cepha... cepha... squiddy person." He's already forgotten about the reason they had been called there.
Yes i know it doesn't mean retarded, i am literally referencing common physical characteristics in autism, as well as the fact he is in his own world. -Posted with Wayfinder
The hulkingly huge guy standing in the front holds up his thick, knotted hand covered with thin scars. He's nearly 9 feet tall, 4 feet wide, and has arms that reach his knees. He wears a doctor's coat, tailored for someone of his great size, across the left breast is stitched the name "McKnuckles" and underneath it "Doctor". He has bristly black hair that is pulled back into a very short ponytail, reminiscent of a broom. His face is broad and looks almost autistic, but his eyes are surprisingly clear and sharp. "Uh, Mayor? That's cause some lazy GM DID throw us into that cliche." he declares, his voice deep but with a hint of southern twang.
The Doctor has arrived!
Dr. McKnuckles perrs over the tiny girl talking big and grins. "You're gonna take over da world?" he asks, not at all looking like he's mocking you. "Why'd you wanna do that?" He finishes off another drink and picks up another. "You're tiny. That will be hard."
"Well, you got a doctor right here." Dr. McKnuckles touts, tapping his chest with a hand. His fingers aren't as stubby as you would think for being ogrekin, but he does have knuckles belonging to a larger breed of human. "Tell you what, after this get-togetha dies down, I can get you that check up you'd wanted." he offers. He gestures to the group. "All y'all who've needed fixin, I'll give free exam. Just pay for any corrections, eh?"
Dr. McKnuckles grins. "See!" he says jovially. "She's got good taste." the half-ogre doctor gives her a look up and down. "And good bone structure." he observes. "I wouldn't mind giving her an adjustment 'pro-bone-oh', if you know what I mean... eh?" the doctor makes an oft misused joke while (gently) elbowing Wilbert in the arm. "Hehe... free medical care."
"Accidentally on something, eh?" the good doctor asks, glancing wilbert up and down. "I've got a treatment for that, won't take but a minute." Well... the guy seems to be intelligent. "Besides, it ain't my fault I look like this." he continues. "Me mum was quite the looker for an ogre. Da' always said I took after him." ... Riiiiight
It's surprising that no one noticed the guy in the doctor's coat until he sits down at the table, causing the chairs around him to thump and the table to rattle slightly. He is a big man, at least eight feet tall and maybe four feet wide. You know he's a doctor because he has a doctor's coat on and a healer's kit on his waist. Also, his coat says "McKnuckles" on the left breast, under the name says the title "Doctor". It's spelled properly so it seems legit. The man appears to have a broad, almost autistic face. He has thick black hair that's pulled back into a bristly ponytail. His gray eyes are surprisingly sharp. He smiles a mouth full of thick, strong, only a little off-white teeth, his lips look thin and drool- Oh god he's half-ogre! "Hey, what's everyone drinking?" Dr. McKnuckles asks cheefully. "I just got in, had a patient run late."
My healer's gloves are 'spensive'! :( I also bought oils of magic fang. I am monetarily correct. I did add the weights of all weighted gear to my gear listing :D
Hi Everyone! Okay so I made the adjustments, leveled to 3, and made sure my background skills were in italics on my character sheet. (Handle Animal and Lore: Chiropractics, in case anyone's curious) I know allll kinds of things that chiropractics can do... other types of medicine... not so much! And pets! I love pets! (Nevermind the fact that I think anything can be a pet) |