52nd of Autumn, 513 AV
Woken from his sleep, Ollic was stirred by the heavy knocks on his apartment door. It was in the middle of the night, he was sure, as his eyelids made a slit to peer out at his darkened window.
He wasn’t supposed to be sleeping in his room, for the building could possibly bear hazards, but Ollic paid no mind to the people’s warnings and with seeing on slight issues with the framing and walls, he decided that rest was more important than protection, which he later doubted throughout the night as paranoia pierced through his dreams. Besides, where else was he supposed to go?
"What could possibly be problematic enough in order to wake me up at the crack of dawn?” he muttered to himself as he pulled away the bed sheets that shrouded his legs and torso.
Shuffling over to the door, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands and drew his fingers through his matted hair. He was in no mood nor in any acceptable appearance to have company.
Opening the door, Ollic groggily questioned whoever was at the door with a, "Yes? What do you want?" Harsh indeed and uncalled for, but with the time being somewhere around two bells, his tone of voice could completely be called for.
"Mr. Rimesage?" The formality meant it was someone that wasn't close to him. Or perhaps someone from work.
Opening the wooden door revealed a tall, slender man with dark bags under his eyes, his face unkempt and dusted with a shadow of stubble.
"Yes?"
"We need you at the Catholicon immediately," he told him with his head bowed down as if taking interest in his own shoes rather than Ollic's tired face. The two could have been brothers with their exhausted expressions signaling similarity.
“I was just dismissed for the night not more than a few hours ago-“ Ollic started, but was interrupted with a hasty and determined voice; a voice that wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“The healers and doctors are calling everyone available back in again.”
The earthquake, a tremendous attack on the ground that stood before the people of Lhavit had been disturbed by some unknown force. The rumbling land had caused major damages to the sky glass of buildings and houses all throughout the city and as many people had received mild to critical injuries, the healers, doctors and assistants were called forth to help in aiding the victims.
With a sigh, Ollic said, “I’ll be there in a minute,” and slipped back inside to get changed.
There was initially a prerequisite earthquake that had happened a few days ago, something that stirred the residents, but nothing that caused people to be uptight and frightened for their lives. This was different. Ollic hadn’t been there to witness the ground shaking, for he was out in the woods, far away from the town in his own little sanctuary observing the wilderness.
To say that he didn’t feel anything would be a lie, however. He did feel something, an unbalance in his step. He assumed it was his clumsiness that had made him fall into a nearby lake. Swimming to the surface took all but a few moments before a small current continued to have him feeling unbalanced and spinning.
Later that same day, he came home to see buildings toppled over, wounded people crying out for help and people spilling out of the Catholicon with injuries and ailments that would make anyone squeamish. Some of the wounds were almost too bizarre that he had to ask what had happened.
“You didn’t feel it? It was a bloody earthquake that almost killed us all!” An elderly man who was working as a doctor at the Catholicon lectured him.
An earthquake? He was pushed into a river by an earthquake? So it wasn’t his clumsiness or unbalanced posture that caused him to lose his footing and topple over into cold water?
Immediately after asking of the casualties and the people that needed help, Ollic was sent to work for the rest of that day. What used to be a peaceful and relatively beautiful afternoon soon had turned for the worst into a disastrous spell of jutting rock and bones.
It was tiresome and rather annoying how many people were there that needed to be treated. But the one thing that kept nagging at the back of Ollic’s mind was that he had missed out. How dare he be able to walk away clean and miss out on the dreadful experience of a large earthquake and leave these people to experience it for him?
And now as he jumped to get his left leg through a pair of pants and his right arm through his vest hole at the exact same time, he was being called back in for duty at two bells in the morning. What a pleasant surprise at a pleasant time of day, eh?
Rushing out the door, and almost forgetting to lock in in doing so, Ollic called to Hokato over his shoulder a farewell. He was going to be awhile, he could tell. If he was needed in the dead of the night, then things were getting rather hectic and stressful over at the Catholicon.
Walking out of the Solar Wind Apartments’ front doors sent a wave of icy air into Ollic’s open mouth, causing him to choke.
“Gah,” he coughed, “It really is beginning to show signs of winter.”
Walking slowly down the street, passing cracks here and there and broken buildings trashed to the ground, he had to maneuver over rubbish that blocked the direct route to the many stairs he had to climb to the Catholicon doors.
From a distant he could see the lights on inside the building, a few people standing in a crowd right outside the door. The place was packed for sure, which gave Ollic a huge gut wrenching feeling of social anxiety. Neausea caused him slow his pace a little as his hesitance made him seem weak and self-centered.
“Others’ health comes before my personal needs,” he said aloud to himself as he pressed on. “I became a doctor’s assistant for that exact reason; to help me when they are in need. And now I have the perfect opportunity.”
So why was he wasting it?
Scampering up the hundreds of stairs, Ollic met his match at the front of the Catholicon’s doors. He heard loud voices calling for medical need and he knew that he would be needed the moment he stepped inside. Embracing what was to come, Ollic did just that. He stepped inside.
Woken from his sleep, Ollic was stirred by the heavy knocks on his apartment door. It was in the middle of the night, he was sure, as his eyelids made a slit to peer out at his darkened window.
He wasn’t supposed to be sleeping in his room, for the building could possibly bear hazards, but Ollic paid no mind to the people’s warnings and with seeing on slight issues with the framing and walls, he decided that rest was more important than protection, which he later doubted throughout the night as paranoia pierced through his dreams. Besides, where else was he supposed to go?
"What could possibly be problematic enough in order to wake me up at the crack of dawn?” he muttered to himself as he pulled away the bed sheets that shrouded his legs and torso.
Shuffling over to the door, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands and drew his fingers through his matted hair. He was in no mood nor in any acceptable appearance to have company.
Opening the door, Ollic groggily questioned whoever was at the door with a, "Yes? What do you want?" Harsh indeed and uncalled for, but with the time being somewhere around two bells, his tone of voice could completely be called for.
"Mr. Rimesage?" The formality meant it was someone that wasn't close to him. Or perhaps someone from work.
Opening the wooden door revealed a tall, slender man with dark bags under his eyes, his face unkempt and dusted with a shadow of stubble.
"Yes?"
"We need you at the Catholicon immediately," he told him with his head bowed down as if taking interest in his own shoes rather than Ollic's tired face. The two could have been brothers with their exhausted expressions signaling similarity.
“I was just dismissed for the night not more than a few hours ago-“ Ollic started, but was interrupted with a hasty and determined voice; a voice that wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“The healers and doctors are calling everyone available back in again.”
The earthquake, a tremendous attack on the ground that stood before the people of Lhavit had been disturbed by some unknown force. The rumbling land had caused major damages to the sky glass of buildings and houses all throughout the city and as many people had received mild to critical injuries, the healers, doctors and assistants were called forth to help in aiding the victims.
With a sigh, Ollic said, “I’ll be there in a minute,” and slipped back inside to get changed.
There was initially a prerequisite earthquake that had happened a few days ago, something that stirred the residents, but nothing that caused people to be uptight and frightened for their lives. This was different. Ollic hadn’t been there to witness the ground shaking, for he was out in the woods, far away from the town in his own little sanctuary observing the wilderness.
To say that he didn’t feel anything would be a lie, however. He did feel something, an unbalance in his step. He assumed it was his clumsiness that had made him fall into a nearby lake. Swimming to the surface took all but a few moments before a small current continued to have him feeling unbalanced and spinning.
Later that same day, he came home to see buildings toppled over, wounded people crying out for help and people spilling out of the Catholicon with injuries and ailments that would make anyone squeamish. Some of the wounds were almost too bizarre that he had to ask what had happened.
“You didn’t feel it? It was a bloody earthquake that almost killed us all!” An elderly man who was working as a doctor at the Catholicon lectured him.
An earthquake? He was pushed into a river by an earthquake? So it wasn’t his clumsiness or unbalanced posture that caused him to lose his footing and topple over into cold water?
Immediately after asking of the casualties and the people that needed help, Ollic was sent to work for the rest of that day. What used to be a peaceful and relatively beautiful afternoon soon had turned for the worst into a disastrous spell of jutting rock and bones.
It was tiresome and rather annoying how many people were there that needed to be treated. But the one thing that kept nagging at the back of Ollic’s mind was that he had missed out. How dare he be able to walk away clean and miss out on the dreadful experience of a large earthquake and leave these people to experience it for him?
And now as he jumped to get his left leg through a pair of pants and his right arm through his vest hole at the exact same time, he was being called back in for duty at two bells in the morning. What a pleasant surprise at a pleasant time of day, eh?
Rushing out the door, and almost forgetting to lock in in doing so, Ollic called to Hokato over his shoulder a farewell. He was going to be awhile, he could tell. If he was needed in the dead of the night, then things were getting rather hectic and stressful over at the Catholicon.
Walking out of the Solar Wind Apartments’ front doors sent a wave of icy air into Ollic’s open mouth, causing him to choke.
“Gah,” he coughed, “It really is beginning to show signs of winter.”
Walking slowly down the street, passing cracks here and there and broken buildings trashed to the ground, he had to maneuver over rubbish that blocked the direct route to the many stairs he had to climb to the Catholicon doors.
From a distant he could see the lights on inside the building, a few people standing in a crowd right outside the door. The place was packed for sure, which gave Ollic a huge gut wrenching feeling of social anxiety. Neausea caused him slow his pace a little as his hesitance made him seem weak and self-centered.
“Others’ health comes before my personal needs,” he said aloud to himself as he pressed on. “I became a doctor’s assistant for that exact reason; to help me when they are in need. And now I have the perfect opportunity.”
So why was he wasting it?
Scampering up the hundreds of stairs, Ollic met his match at the front of the Catholicon’s doors. He heard loud voices calling for medical need and he knew that he would be needed the moment he stepped inside. Embracing what was to come, Ollic did just that. He stepped inside.
