[center][h2][color=BB2F56]Ichiban[/color][/h2]
[b]Lv.[/b] 1
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Location: The Under - City of Tears, Sanitarium

Therion ([@Yankee]), Jesse ([@Zoey Boey]), Omori ([@Majoras End]), Ganondorf ([@Double])
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Even though his impromptu tour group wasn't in the state or mood for small talk, Ichiban couldn't help but point out interesting sights or helpful tidbits about parts of the city as he lead them through it. It was just shooting the shit with some folks, really, but maybe they might learn a thing or two for when they were all healed up. Not that Ichiban figured himself that good of a guide.

He also decided to not mention the Sanitarium's sketchiness. He hadn't been helping them out for too long, but it wasn't a secret how freaky some of their methods got. Ichiban felt a little guilty about it. These people needed to get healed though, and he didn't want to scare them off with horror stories.

[color=BB2F56]"Aight, you all try to rest easy!"[/color] Ichiban said to the group once they arrived at the Sanitarium's front desk. [color=BB2F56]"I gotta take these to the medicine storage, uh, place. These docs'll have you better in no time, promise."[/color]

Again, there was a bit of a nagging guilt in just leaving them to face the odd procedures, though it wasn't like Ichiban know [i]what[/i] they did in the operating rooms. He hadn't been a patient yet. Maybe people just... had a big fear of doctors around here?

Ichiban's own time would be a bit of a lengthy form of torture too: [i]red tape.[/i] He couldn't just dump the recovered medicines off and be on his way, no no. He had to get them officially registered as being recovered, then bring them all the way to the other side of the Sanitarium to get them each checked out for any contamination, [i]one at a time[/i], and after that he had to carry them back [i]again[/i] to where he started in order to get it all sorted away. By the time he finally wrapped up everyone else was getting let out, cured of their illnesses.

As the small group of Seekers too a moment to recover from whatever medieval methods were provided to them, Ichiban wandered back over to them in the waiting lobby, a few packs of unbranded chips and cookies in his hands.

[color=BB2F56]"Hey, again,"[/color] he greeted with a nod. [color=BB2F56]"You all feelin' better? I uh, prolly should've warned you about this place before. Sorry about that."[/color] He offered his vending machine loot to the group, either as an apology gift or as comfort food. [color=BB2F56]"But the way I figured it, you guys must be pretty tough. Not many folks manage to make it through the Basement in one piece! Well, I guess you [i]did[/i] get sick, but still..."[/color][hr][center][color=bb2f56]447 Words
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