Post by Medivha on Oct 5, 2015 15:08:43 GMT
You might be surprised to hear this, but Vieka did not lose her temper often. I know what you're thinking, Vieka: That one horribly grumpy doctor who was known for spitting insults and hate at anyone and everyone who happened to cross her, but that's just it it; she's only grumpy. She doesn't like dealing with people and she certainly doesn't like dealing with moronity, but usually she has surprisingly large patiences threshold that's harder to break then you might originally think.
Today that threshold broke.
Don't me wrong the Mandate was a thorn in everyone's side, but the young brunette in particular was struggling. All of a sudden everyone was after her time, from the prissy human nobles who insisted they had been hexed by an ander (I have a cold! It must of been those disgusting anders using their vile magics!) to the scum of the hovel demanding free treatments because of others misfortune (Didn't you know the military completely raided the hovel? Have some human decency!). From royalty to pauper, from the famous to the nameless, they demanded she make house calls, write subscriptions for them, research tirelessly, run errands like some bloody servant, even demanded things of her that had nothing to do with her dratted job! She'd seen the highest of the high and the lowest of the low and she was sick of seeing humanity and ander kind's worst, and finally, finally, the woman's temper snapped.
Which leads to our current events. Vieka, sitting in a lonesome corner in a café, holding a an iced coffee to her nicely bruising jaw. Needless to say she was not in a good mood.
Today that threshold broke.
Don't me wrong the Mandate was a thorn in everyone's side, but the young brunette in particular was struggling. All of a sudden everyone was after her time, from the prissy human nobles who insisted they had been hexed by an ander (I have a cold! It must of been those disgusting anders using their vile magics!) to the scum of the hovel demanding free treatments because of others misfortune (Didn't you know the military completely raided the hovel? Have some human decency!). From royalty to pauper, from the famous to the nameless, they demanded she make house calls, write subscriptions for them, research tirelessly, run errands like some bloody servant, even demanded things of her that had nothing to do with her dratted job! She'd seen the highest of the high and the lowest of the low and she was sick of seeing humanity and ander kind's worst, and finally, finally, the woman's temper snapped.
Which leads to our current events. Vieka, sitting in a lonesome corner in a café, holding a an iced coffee to her nicely bruising jaw. Needless to say she was not in a good mood.