AU-ish. What we’re looking here is probably early in Bg-2 SoA part and Theo and Jaheira looking to recruit another healer and it’s well, harder than you’d think.
I also thought I’d try something new with this piece. It’s entirely dialogue and without clear identification of the speaker. I figure it should be pretty obvious though, if it’s not, well, the fail lies entirely with me. Let me know how this works for you.
And yes, this is very, very silly piece. I had a fun. St.Patrick’s Day.
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Second Impressions: I Told You So
“I still do not understand why you insist on having another healer travel with the group. I am perfectly capable-”
“Well sure, but remember that time when you were knocked out for a few hours when one of Jan’s contraptions exploded into your face? What if we had been attacked by some giant flesh-eating spider-monkey tribe just then?”
“I suppose you do have a point. As for the gnome, I believe placing him naked and tied up on top of an anthill was a suitable punishment.”
“I’m still disturbed by the willingness and joy that he embraced it with, though…”
“That aside, I believe we were discussing a healer? Where do you think we should look for one?”
“We’ve ran across a few recently, haven’t we? Sure, some of them came across as somewhat… odd, but we weren’t really seriously considering anyone else at the time. But they seemed like reasonable sort, right?”
“I will not comment on your ‘judge of character’ abilities, not after you suggested that Korgan was a ‘misunderstood orphan and a result of childhood tragedy’ and Yoshimo was ‘probably down there just for a little stroll in the sewers’.”
“Yes, yes, everyone can make an honest mistake, sheesh. But anyways, we’re close to the Coronet, shall we speak with that young Helmite? He seemed pleasant enough…”
~*~
“Have I ever told you of my campaigns against the Hillgnasher giants?”
“…no, but something tells me you’re about to.”
“It was a glorious victory for the Order, that day of righteous last battle. I alone scored no less than twenty kills of the vile beasts.”
“Incredible. Now, about the war that almost broke out between Amn and Baldur’s Gate… you know, we had some role in preventing that-”
“Sir Ryan Trawl himself praised my actions on the battlefield. Truly, he said, on that day no other squire had shown stronger mettle and greater promise to become one of the greats of the Order.”
“…why does no one ever want to listen to MY stories? I’m a bloody Bhaalspawn and my adventures are breathtakingly interesting by default!”
“Verily, I believe I have proven myself to the Order with abundance, and though the day of my Trial approaches, I shall meet it with courage only, all doubt cast aside. For it was during the campaign against the Hillgnasher giants, that-”
“Stop it… stop it right there. This really isn’t working out. Yeah, and about the Hillgnasher giants campaign… I think I’m going to buy a book and read all about it in there. Goodbye.”
~*~
“Stop laughing. And stop giving me the I-told-you-so looks.”
“I would never do such. Still, do you have any other options left to consider?”
“Well, how about that girl at the Circus?”
“Didn’t she strike you as a bit… ditzy?”
“Nonsense! Well… perhaps a little, but… I mean, how bad could it be?”
~*~
“Have you… have you ever heard of my people? The Avariel?”
“You’re going to tell me, aren’t you?”
“My people live high in the mountains to the far south, in a place called Faenya-Dail, separated from contact with others. It is a grand and majestic place. My memory is dim, but whenever the thought of it crosses my mind, my eyes still blur with tears. I… I guess you must think my longing silly, foolish even.”
“Was that a serious question, or did you just expect me to possess enough manners not to answer that honestly?”
“Haha, you silly man! I don’t understand half of the jokes you make!”
“…I was making jokes?”
“I… I have been looking at the scars… on my back. The stumps that were… that were once my wings. They do not… they do not make me truly homely, do they?”
(sounds of footsteps and frantic running)
“Where… where did everyone go?”
~*~
“Why does everyone insist on pouring their hearts out to me of all people? There’s nothing about me that would even remotely imply any sort of interest or capacity of sympathizing with their horrible plight. I’m a cynical bastard, for crying out loud!”
“That reminds me, have I ever told you about the time when Gorion, Khalid and I last visited Athkatla?”
“…I hate you *so* much.”
“Be honest, I tried to warn you. But still, if you are seriously contemplating about that other unnecessary healer, perhaps we should reconsider Viconia.”
“But you called her ‘whoring bitch’ and punched her five minutes after our first meeting with her!”
“I do not call anyone a ‘whoring bitch’, as you know I am far too ladylike for that.”
“…yes, obviously. But why not, let’s pay her a visit.”
~*~
“Ahh, crawled back, did you? Didn’t think you could endure parting from Viconia for too long, and I see I’ve been proven right. What’ll it be abbil, do you desire my company again?”
“Well, you’re certainly ‘very’ friendly.”
“He does not desire you or your company.”
“Still letting that mongrel dictate everything you’re allowed to do, I see? Such a pity you do not possess anything resembling a spine.”
“Nah, just ignore Jaheira, she’s generally grumpy, but she likes you really. I certainly do! This will work out just fine.”
“…I am warning you…”
“Or what? You’re going to buy him a leash? Or use the old one from your sniveling late husband?”
*whoosh*
*THUD!*
“You whoring bitch!”
“Hey! What’s the big idea knocking Viconia out! I liked her, she was nice to me!”
~*~
“Oh well, I believe we have exhausted our options.”
“Was there not someone… else that we met… in Trademeet, perhaps?”
“Yes, now that you mention it… there was someone… can’t really place the face again… what’s his name… bah.”
“Is it not odd? I remember talking to someone… it might have even been a druid, perhaps… I am sure we helped him… or her, with something, no? But I cannot recall neither their face, or voice, or anything about them.”
“Yeah, same here. They must have had a particularly uninspiring personality.”
“It would appear so. Still, there are some lessons to take from all of this.”
“Like what?”
“First, Theo, you are a horrible judge of character. Second, my first impressions of a person are always right. Third, you cannot leave a second impression, if you do not have the personality to leave any kind of first impression at all.”
“True that.”