One thing Emet-Selch might notice. Elidibus does seem to be better at this than when he'd last cleaned any portion of his contemporary's body. Perhaps this makes the situation even more surreal than it already seems. It's almost as if he cares.
Make no mistake. This initial cleaning is not his intended result. Elidibus is giving Emet-Selch's host body a critical examination. If even a fraction of what was said in the message is true and that it might be imperative to take care of their current hosts, then he wants to know what condition his fellow Unsundered are in. Particularly the Architect, who had already had notable degradation.
And if this resurrection did not restore lost limbs or that eye, what else will cease to function after this recent incident? One could suspect he started before Emet-Selch woke up because there would be protests otherwise. They would only be partially correct.
There are many factors involved. Keeping up the act of what he's ostentatiously here to do, yes. The practicality behind cleaning away the extra grime before removing the bandages before thinking of tending to the injuries underneath. Of course. Planning on how to extract Emet-Selch's frame from an overly protective Puca, sure. And naturally, that full-body examination, which is clinical to the point of terrible from someone who claims to be a 'brother'. By the time awakening is a factor, the Emissary has no doubt managed to thoroughly check over as much of the body as he thus far has access to.
There is a slight pause in action when Emet-Selch first shows signs of stirring. But he continues, letting his contemporary wake up- or rather, decide whether or not he's awake or still dreaming something utterly ridiculous. By this point, it's pretty reasonable to assume he's got a basin of dirty water. But thanks to magic, it's just a matter of touching the basin in a certain spot to empty it, then refill from a pitcher that seems to have plenty more water than it seems capable of holding. It's during one such change that the bed-ridden Ascian speaks.
Elidibus turns his head to look down on Emet-Selch. Then to the door which is still firmly closed and then back once again. A decision is made, whether to speak like 'Ardbert' in a public place and hint toward preferring his identity not be placed at further risk. Or, simply answer as he was addressed. Slowly turning back and wringing out the cloth once again, he reaches out to continue his work. He also chooses the latter of the two options, though he speaks quietly enough that the noise and bustle outside will not let his voice carry beyond the confines of the small room.
"I see your tongue has suffered little from your aborted demise, Emet-Selch," the Emissary offers calmly. "Though no doubt had you your full wits, it might occur to you that rather than change careers, I am simply adapting to our current needs." Elidibus won't wipe anywhere that will impede the other Ascian's ability to speak. In fact, he's largely done what he can without a few further matters taken care of. Namely, Mettaton. And bandages.
But first, "In the absence of anyone more suited and since it is oft ill-advised to allow the patient to treat himself, I have stepped into that capacity. It allows me a chance to comprehend the damage done and what this... Resurrection magic can accomplish." Disturbingly little other than the retrieval of the soul itself, it seems. And if such is the case, he is no doubt struggling with the instinct to reject any mortal care administered to such a precious commodity as an Ascian's sole host body. Even if there's only so much he can do. For a brief moment, the fledgling feeling of concern might flit through the Emissary's gaze.
Then gone again. Because cleanup, an examination of the shell, and changing bandages? These are things he can do. Blandly, Elidibus concludes, "Now that you are awake, I would like to continue my task. So if you would kindly unravel yourself from your puca's clutches, I will endeavor to do so."
And once that's done, there's no doubt going to be a talk over what that message said and the events that led to it being sent. But first things first, as unusual as it might be for an Ascian to consider a 'disposable body' as a priority over information.
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Just look at that bedside manner expression.
Date: 18 Feb 2021 07:11 (UTC)Make no mistake. This initial cleaning is not his intended result. Elidibus is giving Emet-Selch's host body a critical examination. If even a fraction of what was said in the message is true and that it might be imperative to take care of their current hosts, then he wants to know what condition his fellow Unsundered are in. Particularly the Architect, who had already had notable degradation.
And if this resurrection did not restore lost limbs or that eye, what else will cease to function after this recent incident? One could suspect he started before Emet-Selch woke up because there would be protests otherwise. They would only be partially correct.
There are many factors involved. Keeping up the act of what he's ostentatiously here to do, yes. The practicality behind cleaning away the extra grime before removing the bandages before thinking of tending to the injuries underneath. Of course. Planning on how to extract Emet-Selch's frame from an overly protective Puca, sure. And naturally, that full-body examination, which is clinical to the point of terrible from someone who claims to be a 'brother'. By the time awakening is a factor, the Emissary has no doubt managed to thoroughly check over as much of the body as he thus far has access to.
There is a slight pause in action when Emet-Selch first shows signs of stirring. But he continues, letting his contemporary wake up- or rather, decide whether or not he's awake or still dreaming something utterly ridiculous. By this point, it's pretty reasonable to assume he's got a basin of dirty water. But thanks to magic, it's just a matter of touching the basin in a certain spot to empty it, then refill from a pitcher that seems to have plenty more water than it seems capable of holding. It's during one such change that the bed-ridden Ascian speaks.
Elidibus turns his head to look down on Emet-Selch. Then to the door which is still firmly closed and then back once again. A decision is made, whether to speak like 'Ardbert' in a public place and hint toward preferring his identity not be placed at further risk. Or, simply answer as he was addressed. Slowly turning back and wringing out the cloth once again, he reaches out to continue his work. He also chooses the latter of the two options, though he speaks quietly enough that the noise and bustle outside will not let his voice carry beyond the confines of the small room.
"I see your tongue has suffered little from your aborted demise, Emet-Selch," the Emissary offers calmly. "Though no doubt had you your full wits, it might occur to you that rather than change careers, I am simply adapting to our current needs." Elidibus won't wipe anywhere that will impede the other Ascian's ability to speak. In fact, he's largely done what he can without a few further matters taken care of. Namely, Mettaton. And bandages.
But first, "In the absence of anyone more suited and since it is oft ill-advised to allow the patient to treat himself, I have stepped into that capacity. It allows me a chance to comprehend the damage done and what this... Resurrection magic can accomplish." Disturbingly little other than the retrieval of the soul itself, it seems. And if such is the case, he is no doubt struggling with the instinct to reject any mortal care administered to such a precious commodity as an Ascian's sole host body. Even if there's only so much he can do. For a brief moment, the fledgling feeling of concern might flit through the Emissary's gaze.
Then gone again. Because cleanup, an examination of the shell, and changing bandages? These are things he can do. Blandly, Elidibus concludes, "Now that you are awake, I would like to continue my task. So if you would kindly unravel yourself from your puca's clutches, I will endeavor to do so."
And once that's done, there's no doubt going to be a talk over what that message said and the events that led to it being sent. But first things first, as unusual as it might be for an Ascian to consider a 'disposable body' as a priority over information.