Visiting the Infamtory

[bonaire]

Arkelse walks up to the doors of the infamatory hoping to finally put his healing abilities to good use and with a slight hope that his sister may have checked in for recovery from her curse, but highly doubted it. He walks through the doors and walks to the front desk.

[Walter Grace]

Walter passed by the rooms of the sick. Of the injured. Of the dieing. He sighed. As one of his jobs was to ease the passings of the beings in Avaleur, he often spent his time in the infirmery. He sighed, watching one of the elderly pass in the room he stood next to. Closing his eyes, they reopened to show his demon eyes. Little by little, the pain the person was in went away, and was transfered to Walter. The person died, and he changed his eyes back.

Feeling shakey, Walter went and sat on a bench in the front hall.

[bonaire]

Arkelse sees a man sit down on a near by bench, he turns to him and says," Hi there, my name is Arkelse. Do you know if there is anyone here I could talk to about perhaps working here or just helping out? I have powerful healing abilities and I wish to put them to good use."

[Walter Grace]

"I do not know...maybe you can walk into one of the rooms and speak with one of the doctors?" Walter smiled. "And my name is Walter."

[bonaire]

"It's nice to meet you Walter, and thank you for the advice." Arkelse said. "You came from the back, are you a doctor or patient?"

[Walter Grace]

Walter chuckled. "Not exactly...I come here for work. My work is unrelated to healing, though."

[bonaire]

Arkelse pondered on that, 'not related to healing'. He shrugged it off telling himself he could be a cleaner of some sort. "Could you help me to find a doctor please?" Arkelse asked.

[Walter Grace]

Walter nodded, standing up on shakey legs. He was still in pain from stealing the persons pain from them, and he let out a shaky breath. Looking up at Arkelse, he smiled. "Lead the way," he said.

[bonaire]

Arkelse walked down the hallway of the infirmatory, he looked over his shoulder and said, "Are you sure you aren't a patient?" noticing that Walter almost seemed in pain.

[Walter Grace]

"Oh yes, I am sure. It's just that my job puts me in a regular state of pain while doing it," Walter chuckled as he followed Arkelse.

[bonaire]

Arkelse did not at all understand this man, he seemed odd and he could not figure out what his job here could possibly be. They approached a door in the hall and opened it. Inside was a heavily bandaged man and a doctor standing over him to treat the wounds. Arkelse approached the doctor and asked, "What happened to this man?"

[Walter Grace]

Walter opened his mouth to tell Arkelse that he shouldnt ask that, but shut his mouth and thought better of it. He followed him, and said, "He looks like he was attacked..."

[bonaire]

The doctor turned to Arkelse and said, "Why are you here? Obviously he's been attack now if you'll excuse me, I must get back to saving this man's life."
Arkelse took a step back but then walked to the side of the man's bed and placed his hands on the man. He took a deep breath and suddenly, the man's wounds started to seal up, the blood soaked back into his body and the man's eyes opened. As he was performing the heal, a glowing halo of light appeared above Arkelse's head and then faded. Arkelse looked at the man and asked, "Better?"

[Walter Grace]

Walter stared, hate filling his eyes for a moment. Another angel.

Angels seemed to be coming to the town often these days. Walter felt more hate towards them each time he met a new one. His disguise quickly came back, and he felt no hate towards Arkelse. Hate will come in my demon form... he thought. Walter smiled. "At least he made less work for me..." he mumbled to himself, before chuckling. "Good job Arkelse! You're good at that!"

[bonaire]

"Training, years and years of it. Also a lot of determination. When I was learning the art of healing, I was so ambitious that I would have stopped at nothing to learn heals." Arkelse said. He turned to the doctor and said "I'd like to start helping out here if that's ok with you."
The doctor, however, just glared at Arkelse, "Get out!" He yelled. "I don't need some healing master in here taking all the credit and eventually putting me out of my job. I don't wanna see you back here unless you're moments from death. Now leave, angel."

[Walter Grace]

Walter shot a glare at the doctor. "Watch your tongue!" he spat. "Clearly this man could save many more lives than you ever could! So if you put your pride and job before people's lives, you are but a discrace to this place." Walter did not know why this doctor made him so angry, he just knew he did.

[bonaire]

Arkelse glanced at Walter and placed a hand on his shoulder to sooth him. "Thank you, but I can see my services aren't wanted here, at least by some people." Arkelse says looking at the doctor. Arkelse gestures to the man in the bed, "He didn't seem to mind though." With that Arkelse turned on his heels and left the room.

[Walter Grace]

Walter binked, then with one last glare at the doctor he followed Arkelse. "I understand you are an angel, but really now down here you do not have to have all kind words..."

[bonaire]

"I try to speak to people as though I'm speaking to someone of the highest athority. It's just difficult when pride and ignorance cloud their world." Arkelse said as he walked to the front door of the infirmatory. "Thank you for your kindness Walter, it is much a appreciated." with that Arkelse pushed open the doors and left.

[Deleted]

Namesiwa was standing in the alley looking at the infirmatory, he had woken up and felt led to travel into town. He was brought here. The doors of the infirmatory swing open to reveal Arkelse. His eyes focused and he walked up to Arkelse.

"Hello young Arkelse, where are you headed?" he asks.

He wore sonething different, but really it was the same, then when he saw Arkelse last His cloak was very colorful and made with expensive fabric, in his hand he carried a gold trimmed book with gold leaves on it. It was the dream journal.