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[kouros]

I don't have a knife on me and I cannot stand rats. Mice are perfectly fine, I'm quite fond of them, but rats can carry diseases and I will not tolerate them. Startled my so much that I forgot how to not blast it to bits, my apologies.

[fliesonfour]

Quite... so.

[Came the gentle agreement, still trying; and perhaps failing; to understand what exactly had just happened.]

Rats, I have always thought, were a mistake of creation. But-- ...well, the question. Still stands as to...

[Picking up a wet hand, he scratched at his jaw a little, still looking bemused.]

Was it magic, then?

[All right, not he really did feel a bit silly. But short of him being a conductor of fire currents...]

[kouros]

Divine power. I can't use magic to save my life, and if I tried my dear sweet cousin would make sure my life would be a very painful one.

[Hecate...]

[fliesonfour]

You are a sort of prophet, then, or-? Divinely blessed? Or the God Against Rats?

[Really, it could be anything at this point, and Joly was torn between curious and highly uncomfortable.]

[kouros]

I told you my name. Phoebus. Sun god. I am a healer.

[Work with him here.]

[fliesonfour]

[If he could trade minds with Grantaire or Prouvaire at the moment, that might be of great help.

Joly did not usually assume men literally embodied their names, or ah! How many little gods and goddesses they'd have about. He himself might literally fly away on his nickname.]

...I'll be very disappointed if this place does not work out then, I suppose. If you are a God.

[Which he's still not 100% on, but you make a fine show of it, at least.]

Which, I do not mean to be rude! If you say you are, then all right, you are. It's not everyday I go to a clinic run by a pagan God, however, so you must excuse my surprise.

[He's well-mannered at least, even if it's a little ridiculous for the situation.]

[kouros]

I'll forgive you for that "pagan" remark as this is quite possibly the calmest anyone as ever been upon seeing that.

[And back to the tea making]

I assure you, the moment you walked in the door you were healed of anything that may have ailed you, except for those allergies of yours.

[fliesonfour]

I'm still not entirely unconvinced that I am hallucinating. Though, my wits haven't melted in this spring, I don't believe.

[He did continue to stare though, if that was any mark of how really... not entirely placid he was.

But being somewhat naked, as he was, and beside someone who could create lightening in his hand, as it seemed; he didn't feel that altogether up and running was a firm solution to his confusion, in this case.

Also, Doctor Cynthius seemed a kind enough fellow, and at least rather calm and collected himself. It had its effects.]

Was 'pagan' awful rude? I confess, I do not know the terms as well as some! Did you say I had allergies?

[Because seriously; ailments can distract him, even from Godilness.]

[kouros]

You're not and it is a bit offensive, yes. No one takes kindly to being labeled something because some humans in funny frocks decided to label you that, gods in particular. And yes, you do. Nothing serious, of course, and easily avoidable if you mind the dust.

[A pause]

And I would strongly recommend avoiding the new inn close to your wine-shop. The meat is off.

[fliesonfour]

[Last night, he'd gone to bed feeling feverish and flushed, and today, he was insulting sun gods and being told he wore a funny frock. He wasn't sure this would improve his stress levels, in the long run, and perhaps he ought to do a pinch less opium in the future, no matter how Grantaire peddled it...

Clearing his throat, he went to tug on his ear a little, out of sorts and brow furrowed worriedly.]

Mind the dust. And the meat at the inn. I see. Well-- thank you.

[Honestly, this had become so bewildering that he thought he ought not to question it. A scientific mind would want to question all of it. But he only felt properly scientific when he was wearing his clothes, as he might be forgiven for.

The questions would come, when he felt comfortable enough among this strange non-person to ask them.]

What is it better to call you by, then? That would not be of offense to your race.

[He might go with 'Greek', but that didn't quite fit in the whole picture. Hand-energy, and the like.

...He felt a headache coming on.]

[kouros]

Greek will work.

[He meant the priests. Not Joly.]

And I believe you have soaked enough. We don't want you catching cold.

[fliesonfour]

[He is up and out without any need for saying more, grabbing one of the towels left out to dry himself completely before shuttling carefully back behind the screen to dress again.

It's about when he gets to his cravat, feeling muggy, that the haze of confusion starts to lift and the Questions come out.]

If you're a Grecian sun god, then why are you a French medicine man?

[Let's start with the basics, that he can hopefully fathom.]

[kouros]

Good question with three answers. I'm immortal and I am easily bored is the first. The second is that I have far too many small gems and crystals lying around that I can easily hand off to mortals.

[He starts brewing the tea]

The third is that, Christianity aside, we do still care for the mortals in our own way.

[fliesonfour]

[Finishing with the cravat, he stepped out again, towel still in hand and dabbing at his forehead lightly. Not wishing to be over-warm, he had left the overcoat wayside for now.]

And these gems, they truly are healing, are they?

[he asked not in self-interest this time, but in greater interest. A means of helping severely ill people was a means of doing great good. He should like to know how those worked or could be made via materials here, by men, if this information were at all free to be obtained.]

[kouros]

They are. However, each works only for the person I give it to and no mortal is capable of making them. They need to be blessed by me or my son.

[fliesonfour]

A pity, that, isn't it? It would be a great help, to anyone suffering! Why then only here? Do you travel with them, much like those Gypsy peddlers?

[he can't imagine he's somehow much more deserving than any other! Though he is feeling a bit better, if hotter. Perhaps.]

[kouros]

I suppose it's comparable to that, though I travel all over. London, Edinburgh, Bismark, Madrid, anywhere. Except perhaps America. They're not terribly accepting over there, not of things like this.

[fliesonfour]

Medicine men, or-- [Not Pagan. Right.] --Greek sun gods, that is to say?

[Giving a wan smile, he shrugged his shoulders up a bit.]

Are you generally so free with letting just anyone know you're not 'mortal'? Not going to erase my memory or banish me to a pit, are you?

[kouros]

Anything not Protestant, by my experience, including Catholics.

[He finds all this in-fighting so terribly adorably human]

I'm not, no, and I do have waters from the Lethe should I need them, but honestly I find that humans nowadays either think I'm crazy or knew it all along. And since I'm never in the same place or role for very long, I don't care if they think I'm crazy.

[fliesonfour]

[The Americas are a crazy land, so he can't outright disagree there.

At the second bit, he smiles, still bemused but not feeling threatened in the least. Especially not by someone who could actually cure ills! Quite a treat, really.]

My! But you will miss the French women when you go. And I've very many patients to recommend! Provided they're also not treated by the waters of Lethe. Do you do your good at random then, Monsieur?

[kouros]

Oh, I will be back. I do love France and its people. Much lovelier than the English or Prussian, certainly.

[He laughs]

I do, yes. There are so few willing to give the strange spiritual healer type a chance and there are so many priests who'd rather condemn me that it is for the best that I do my work at random.

[fliesonfour]

Well, obviously! [That was easy enough to agree to.]

Why not call yourself a proper doctor then, and not a healer? A priest might condemn you for being heretically clever at your work, but a healed man can never agree to go against one saviour to honour the other! I think.

[Maybe.

Actually, could be relatively dangerous.]

[kouros]

You seem to be forgetting I lived and witnessed the birth of Christianity.

[Because really now.]

The 19th century is much better about health and medicine than previous ones, but there is that risk that healing someone too much may cause problems.

[fliesonfour]

Then, may I ask-- you have also witnessed the births and deaths of certain diseases, have you not? What decided upon that.

[He's not actually sure he wants to know... but he does wonder if illness is really a godly blunder, or somehow manmade.]

[kouros]

All illnesses come from my arrows. Influenza, the pox, the Black Death, the plague, all of it was my creation. However, once I hit that first person with the disease, it is out of my control. It...it evolves, it changes, it becomes a disease that is entirely different from what it was at first. The Black Death was a simple fever, yet...well, I am certain you know your history. That was a rare moment when I stepped in to remove the illness completely. Humanity has, as a rule, been able to adapt and end many of my creations and I rarely need to take control of a disease back.