-he gives her a cup of tea as he sits down with his own-
-doesn't mention that he made two cups despite his intent otherwise being one for him-
So...
Where do I start...
-sips his cup of tea, thinking for a moment, not looking at Eve-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-oh hey this is a really good cup of tea, eve-
-it's just how you like it-
-... smells like prophecy shit-
-he breathes for a moment, before raising his eyebrows slightly and putting his cup of tea down-
I was born to a moderately wealthy family... we weren't exactly well-known, or very popular... mostly because we were a Jewish family and... well, Jews weren't very popular in the 19th Century. I don't know how many generations back, but I know at some point one of my great grandmothers migrated to England from Greece...
Either way- there was enough money in the family for my mother to fund my education.
Specifically though, I had always wanted to help people in some way.
But something kept holding me back. A dark... inner core, that I couldn't quite comprehend.
A draw- a temptation. A devil on my shoulder, whom forced me to obsess over the sight of blood.
It was hard to control... and I tried to control it. That malicious impulse to slaughter.
It's why I chose the career of a surgeon.
I had imagined that- if I had to live with something like that infecting my soul, I may as well try and funnel it into a good end. A better end, than just mutilation.
Thus, rather than cut people to see them bleed, I would cut them to save their lives.
Quite simple, right? I'd hope noble as well, but of course I know you probably think I'm bullshitting on this.
-he takes a sip of his cup of tea, pausing his breath-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postMatters only he and I can understand. But that's thinking too far ahead.
(snaps his fingers, causing the masked zombie to vanish - and leaving his chair open for Monika to sit opposite Strythos and the chessboard)
I need fresh eyes to pore over this. To look for the riddle I want to answer. And if you have a literature group...

Vampires. Killing machines that lust for blood. The rise of Innistrad's most prominent clan, and a girl's account of its patriarch, Edgar Markov.
edited 29th Oct '17 2:35:41 PM by foxmccloud4387