CURSED.

       “DON’T YOU  sound interested.”  If his eyes could have been seen, they’d be spotted rolling around in his skull. Instead, all one could see was a pitch black void. An expanse. 

His smile crept languidly, ear to ear. Cinder didn’t think much of his company (and he never did), but a light chat wouldn’t harm——himself, at least. “Of course, a drink would be appreciated. It’s been a while, after all.”

“Don’t I?”

                     A sly smirk would form on the fugitive’s pale features. Really, he hadn’t been paying much attention to the other’s words initially. His mind was filled with acts of vengeance and the means to obtain said vengeance, so focusing on much else was proving to be a rather difficult task.

                    Without even bothering to ask the other what he wanted, Julian would rise from his seat and made his way to the bartender; making a bit of lighthearted chat with him before ultimately returning with two tankards.

         “Hold tha fuck up– I’m bleedin’!?”

        {/Quick as ever, she uses both her hands to feel around her head, until of course her hand comes in contact with a warm liquid. Pulling her hand back around and seeing the blood on her fingertips, she nearly jumps out of her skin in surprise. She didn’t expect to be bleeding! She hadn’t even felt it the blood running! Putting her hand back again to get a gist of how much there was, she pulled her hand back again to find more of the surface covered. Reaching out and quickly taking the handkerchief from him, she presses it to the back of her head. If anything, it didn’t hurt but so bad. The bleeding though, was a problem.}

         “When did I star’ bleedin’!?”

                    “Ha, well, you did fall and hit your head on a particularly sharp rock, so is it really that shocking that you’re bleeding.”

                     Luckily, the injury seemed fairly small, but one could never truly tell with head injuries just how bad they truly were. He had learned that from the various medical books which he had used to keep fairly nearby. In fact, that was where he obtained all of his medical knowledge. So perhaps he wasn’t he best in the world, but he definitely had an idea of what he was doing. Nicole didn’t need to know that, however-- In fact, she didn’t even need to know that he was a doctor right then. For all she knew, he was just a helpful stranger making sure that she was alright.

                      Somewhat startled by the jolt of Lucio practically grabbing him and stripping him of his jacket, Julian stumbled just a tad before watching in horror as his clothing is just tossed into the puddle as though it were nothing more than a towel.

                   Why? Why did it always have to be SOMETHING with Lucio?  And it wasn’t as though you could simply tell THE COUNT no, but you could give him an alternative to his original demand. –Usually.

                      Honestly, he isn’t quite sure what to make of the man before him-- He had been around eccentric people all of his life, but this man-- This man was in a league all of his own. Staring at the masked individual, the self proclaimed doctor would glance around before turning his attention back to Deadpool; making sure that it was him and not some person behind him that said eccentric was trying to interact with.

         “Whoa–”

        {/It was quite a fall she had taken. Her head had actually bounced off the ground she had hit it so hard, and the headache that ensued was unrelenting. She sat up, simply because she didn’t want to be on the ground and get any dirtier than she probably already was. And it wasn’t until the man had taken her arms and pulled her up from the ground that she staggered to her feet and regained her footing and whereabouts.}

         “S-shit man…youse hit like a boulder. I-I’ll be fine…jus’ gimme a sec.”

                        Realizing that he still had a hold on Nicole’s arms, the slightest of blushes would form on his cheeks and cause him to promptly drop his grip and take a step back. Upon doing so, the doctor then was able to notice the area in which the young woman had collided with the rock in question. It didn’t look horrible, but it definitely didn’t look pleasant. Reaching into one of his pockets, he would remove a plain handkerchief and proceed to hold it out to Nicole.

    Portia gave a start, jumping some even despite OBVIOUSLY knowing who   it was talking to her. Once her body was aware of it she shot the taller a   look and instantly jerked her arm back to slap at him.

    “Oh haHA. How funny you are, meanwhile you look like a Flower stalk   grew hair.” She could tease right back, but honestly was it her fault that   she made a silly face while concentrating. She was cooking them up   some meager food, gosh Julian.

                      Taking a step back and letting out a slightly louder bit of laughter, Julian would hold his hands up in the air. He truly did appreciate her, but that face she made whenever she concentrated-- She had made it even as a child, and it was still too amusing to not tease her for it every now and then.

                     “Yes, but at least this flower stalk doesn’t make such a contorted face when he concentrates--”