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https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/5962747/
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Recap: Paracelsus got over her freakout, and you explored the castle a bit. Right now, you have decided to trust her, and will physically hold down her mother, who is crazy, at her behest.
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"Alright, miss. I need you to stay still and lie down." You say, steadily getting close to the woman, who is quick to realize what's going on, it seems like. She starts yelling:
"AWAY! AWAY YOU BRIGAND! I WON'T KOWTOW TO YOUR DEMANDS! NOT TO YOU, NOT TO ANYBODY! I AM MY OWN WOMAN!"
"And that's just fine, but we need to make sure that you're well." You say, trying to keep some veneer of civility. You are rewarded by such shrewd diplomacy by having a hardcover book thrown at your head. You dodge it just fine, of course.
"I AM WELL! WHY MUST PEOPLE KEEP ASKING THAT!?" Paracelsus' mother screams, and Paracelsus herself adds:
"What are you waiting for!? Grab her!"
Well, alright.
Going low, you all but slide into her, essentially slamming your shoulder into her belly, and flipping her over your shoulder. She starts bashing your back and kicking her legs, but even before you were granted scales as good as chainmail, you doubt it would have harmed you very much. Then, you slam her into her nearest bed, before you hold her down properly. Arms restrained and above her head, and you get behind her, wrapping your legs around her hips, and using your brawn and weight to stop her from moving.
"Excellent. Just a moment, Reynauld." Paracelsus says, as she takes out some kind of horrible medical device. The mother keeps screaming, though it's nothing you can understand at this point, and it lets Paracelsus jam it into her mouth.
Ah, it's just to keep the mouth open, you suppose. Then, with a quick snap of her fingers... Paracelsus creates a small ball of light at her fingertip.
"Not that I care for magical treatment; This is simply practical."
Then, she looks inside her mouth.
"...Engorged lymph nodes, irrational behavior and a sexually active patient up until recently, no doubt. I basically already knew this would be the answer, but now it's confirmed."
She sighs.
"My mother has syphillis, and has had it for a while. I... Have the cure, at least theoretically, but the damage to her brain is... Well. What's done is done."
Her expression remains hidden behind her mask... But the tone in her voice says enough.
"I... I can't help her. Not really. I was... not late. I just dragged my feet."
She sniffs... and exhales, slowly.
"Unless... I use magic, to try and fix her, but... I don't think I can. I could make her healthier, but it wouldn't really be *her*. I don't know if I should do that, and... using magic is distasteful, anyhow."
She's doing her best to keep her voice even.
"Reynauld. What should I do?"
>Fix her up, fully. If you control her mind, it can't be anything but an improvement.
>Well, we'll take care of the syphillis. But leave her mind be.
>Another idea.
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/5962747/
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Recap: Paracelsus got over her freakout, and you explored the castle a bit. Right now, you have decided to trust her, and will physically hold down her mother, who is crazy, at her behest.
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"Alright, miss. I need you to stay still and lie down." You say, steadily getting close to the woman, who is quick to realize what's going on, it seems like. She starts yelling:
"AWAY! AWAY YOU BRIGAND! I WON'T KOWTOW TO YOUR DEMANDS! NOT TO YOU, NOT TO ANYBODY! I AM MY OWN WOMAN!"
"And that's just fine, but we need to make sure that you're well." You say, trying to keep some veneer of civility. You are rewarded by such shrewd diplomacy by having a hardcover book thrown at your head. You dodge it just fine, of course.
"I AM WELL! WHY MUST PEOPLE KEEP ASKING THAT!?" Paracelsus' mother screams, and Paracelsus herself adds:
"What are you waiting for!? Grab her!"
Well, alright.
Going low, you all but slide into her, essentially slamming your shoulder into her belly, and flipping her over your shoulder. She starts bashing your back and kicking her legs, but even before you were granted scales as good as chainmail, you doubt it would have harmed you very much. Then, you slam her into her nearest bed, before you hold her down properly. Arms restrained and above her head, and you get behind her, wrapping your legs around her hips, and using your brawn and weight to stop her from moving.
"Excellent. Just a moment, Reynauld." Paracelsus says, as she takes out some kind of horrible medical device. The mother keeps screaming, though it's nothing you can understand at this point, and it lets Paracelsus jam it into her mouth.
Ah, it's just to keep the mouth open, you suppose. Then, with a quick snap of her fingers... Paracelsus creates a small ball of light at her fingertip.
"Not that I care for magical treatment; This is simply practical."
Then, she looks inside her mouth.
"...Engorged lymph nodes, irrational behavior and a sexually active patient up until recently, no doubt. I basically already knew this would be the answer, but now it's confirmed."
She sighs.
"My mother has syphillis, and has had it for a while. I... Have the cure, at least theoretically, but the damage to her brain is... Well. What's done is done."
Her expression remains hidden behind her mask... But the tone in her voice says enough.
"I... I can't help her. Not really. I was... not late. I just dragged my feet."
She sniffs... and exhales, slowly.
"Unless... I use magic, to try and fix her, but... I don't think I can. I could make her healthier, but it wouldn't really be *her*. I don't know if I should do that, and... using magic is distasteful, anyhow."
She's doing her best to keep her voice even.
"Reynauld. What should I do?"
>Fix her up, fully. If you control her mind, it can't be anything but an improvement.
>Well, we'll take care of the syphillis. But leave her mind be.
>Another idea.
