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[ota] physical therapy for five hundred, please

He had the exercises memorized, not that it made him happier. There was, it seemed, a reluctance to let him work through them alone though. As if he might somehow fall and hurt himself if the twos were out of sight for too long. And it was only with stubborn restraint that Victor held back yelling.

That and the idea that when he was down his own twos would have good news to report to him. New cameras- installed in the early hours of the morning and finally up and running. The monitors in the room across from his office displayed ever face that passed through the great hall- the large servers recording them. Or, at least, they were supposed to be. Technical errors had a habit of popping up on the team- which they simply stammered out excuses for.

But working cameras that he could look at from his office (thanks to closed circuit wires that tapped in to the control room and split a feed to his desk) was enough to please him for now. It was a start, at least.

Just like barely putting much weight on his leg as he did this therapy was a start to walking again. And hopefully sooner than later.

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The Twos just get a skeptical look when Elisha steps into the doorway of the gym, crossing his arms over his chest. Whether that skepticism was over the fact that they hadn't yet scurried off to leave Victor alone or something else entirely is undetermined.

"It looks like it's progressing, at least," he says after a moment. Though it's not like he's seen Victor doing this before; he hasn't actually been to Spade Castle since he got...well. Fired.

"You're terribly observant." Victor grumbled as he attempted to take a step. His leg gave out as all his weight bore down on it, his bending as he tipped forward and caught himself on the side rails. The twos had hedged closer, peeking at the Ten between nervous glances among themselves.

"You'd think this was some sort of show for them," he muttered as he righted himself again. Yes, he knew all the excuses about how things took time, but somehow the idea that he'd heal in time didn't make him feel better. Aside from simply hating crutches- he hated the idea that he was slow and weakened at the moment.

So to speak. At least his aim wasn't off.

"I didn't think you'd be back around so soon."

"I'm not sure I'd call it a show so much," Elisha said. More like being the Christians in the Coliseum with the lion, really. But he still leveled them a look that sent them scurrying backwards. "I'm sure you've heard about Lancelot," he said, and then glanced at the Twos again.

He'd rather not speak to Victor about this in front of people he didn't know, after all.

"I heard." Victor said, reaching out and grabbing his crutches. He waved the twos off again before nodding Elisha toward the door. At least they would be in private, as the gym was otherwise empty.

"I've not yet had a moment to pay my respects to your suit." Or rather, to Elani. Elani was the only condolences he'd be handing out for that one.

"I'm sure Elani will be happy to speak to you," Elisha said. It wasn't as if anyone had seen either Argine or Alexander, after all. And as for him, Lance was a friend, but he'd about had all the condolences he could take in the last few days.

"I'm sure you know about what's going on at the borders," he said.

He only nodded at the first bit, seeing no reason to add more to it. Elani would likely have many shoulders to cry on- but it wouldn't be the same, would it? Lance would never have realized Elani's feelings for him had Victor never said a word. They would never have been 'together' in that sense.

Perhaps he even felt a bit of guilt in that matter.

"I'm aware," he replied to the last bit, moving to sit as he looked up at Elisha. "Even the Hearts and Diamonds have had their troubles. Why?"

Perhaps not - though Elisha doubted that Elani would have wanted to give up the months with Lance for a little less pain now. There would have still been pain, after all. She still would have loved him, just without any possibility of having her feelings returned.

But that's all a little bit more emotional communication than he's up for just now.

"I suspect it might be the newest Arcana arrival," Elisha said after a moment. "Burke Turis. And that there might be a rift among the Arcana Cards about how they should deal with the Deck."

It wasn't an entirely surprising conclusion, Victor thought. He'd even suspected as much sense the day they'd spoken to the Arcana for the first time. But just because something wasn't surprising didn't mean he intended to rush to the most obvious conclusion.

"Or," he said in a thoughtful tone, "that is what they what us to believe." A rift would push them as a group closer- or rip them apart. Either way- he was almost certain that he'd have to meet this Burke for himself before he really got anywhere.

"Maybe I'll visit."

"I wouldn't put it past them." And really, talking to Asarlai had partially been an experiment. To see what the reaction was, and it had been interesting. Asarlai wasn't happy about it.

His brows lifted and he tipped his head to one side. "They're very hospitable," he said. "Generally."

"They're up to something. Generally." But then the same could be said of the Spades, but he didn't venture too far into that.

"I don't suppose that was the only reason you've come by."

Elisha's brow popped up, and he shrugged his shoulders. "No, not the only reason," he said, and tugged a folder out from under his arm. At this rate in his life, he was going to have to start carrying a briefcase.

"I found these while going through some old things," he said, and handed over instructions and sample plans for close-circuit security set-ups. "I thought you could use them."

Victor took the file, tilting his head to the side slightly as he opened it and looked through the pages quickly. With a vague nod, he smirked a little. Elisha was, it seemed, buttering him up.

"You're too kind, sometimes." He said after a moment, "I'm afraid I don't have anything to give in return. Sorry."

Elisha was a practical man. He got along well with both of Victor's royals - and the other ones besides - but that was hardly where all the real work happened. And a little information never hurt.

Much.

"I have my moments," he said, and shrugged. "Next time, perhaps."

"Next time indeed." He said with a smile.

"How's your Little Heart?" Because this was going to be entertaining if he said so himself.

Elisha's left brow climbed up. Victor sort of liked poking at that, didn't he? But then, he supposed that he and Hadyn had been putting on a show for several months now.

"Mourning for his Jack," he said. Though he certainly didn't want to be. "It doesn't seem like a good time to hold that position."

"Maybe you should apply....For Alexander's sake." Yes, that was a cruel joke, perhaps- but alas. It was what it was.

Particularly out of Victor.

"You should cheer him up somehow- isn't that what artist do?"

Out of Victor it was exactly what one expected. Elisha shrugged. "Pleasing him is always my highest priority," he said dryly.

"I'm afraid Hadyn, like you, is not really a fan of my art."

Maeve can kill two birds with one stone; get in her daily workout and report to her Ten about the security installments. She'll set up her mat not far from him, nodding briefly. "Sir."

Victor glanced at Maeve for a moment, holding his weight on a set of handrails as he attempted to put small amounts of weight on his leg. For a moment, he didn't say anything, focusing on not falling before he glanced at her again....for a moment.

"I don't suppose you've run the gaggle of twos away?" You'd think as a Ten they'd listen more to him when he said leave, than their apparent duty to make sure he didn't hurt himself more.

The corner of her lip twitched, her version of a smile. "They tend to scatter whenever I come around. I don't think they're very comfortable around me."

A habit she'd noticed in some of younger cards, her profession of dealing with death on a day-to-day basis putting a dent in their illusion of youthful immortality. "Out of the cast, I see. Any bumps in your recovery, sir?"

He shrugged a little, before pausing in his movements. "Bumps? None thus far." Or so he hoped. And he hoped it would stay that way. But in his world, there seemed to be little promise to it staying that way.

"Did you ever find the source of that mysterious ailment that plagued out twos?"

"Unfortunately no, sir. By the time I'd gotten to examine the subjects, they were already heading on the mend." A mild annoyance, since it left her with an unanswered question, but the question was put in a file in her mind - ready to be pulled out when and if it was needed again.

"How have you been settling into your new position?"

"Regrettable." He said after a moment, tilting his head slightly. It did leave a curious question, though. It was just, now, a matter of finding the right question to ask- and the right person to ask.

"Being Head of Security isn't so hard," he said after a moment, "I don't believe there have been any issues thus far."

"May I state that I'm pleased I don't rank high enough, nor am the right gender to have incurred my wardrobe being pilfered?"

Three Spades had their closets raided and not a single guard saw anything. Yes, she was still frustrated over that, despite appropriate punishment having been given to the mastermind behind the whole event.

That was almost entirely Amy's reason for going to the gym. Almost. It was a good enough reason, anyway.

Seeing Victor hobbling around without crutches kind of stopped her in the doorway, though. "...Well, damn. Guess that means you're more likely to drag me down with you if I offer to toss you down the stairs again, huh?" It's the closest to 'hello' you're getting, Victor. Deal with it.

There was having 'not seen anything' and 'not 'seen' anything'. It would have been much harder for the Hearts to have gotten into the Castle without Victor knowing- more so because he had a range of twos that seemed to delight gossip. But then again, Zoe had been involved, and Victor had a way of knowing when it came to things his Lady was mixed up in.

Either way, the prank had amused him more than most. Probably because in the grand scheme of things- he had more important things to worry about than Nico's lost clothing. Or Sieben's for that matter.

Still, he looked up at Amy when she spoke, and raised a brow slightly. "You're reign of terror was bound to come to an end, eventually."

She snorted and walked further inside. "Yeah, and I'm sure everyone was completely terrified, too. Did you hide under your blankies at night, scared I'd barge in and find stairs to throw you down?" Amusement. Amusement is good. It distracts her from Anger.

"When'd they decide to let you toss the crutches, anyway? Last I saw, you were a pro at moving around with them but not quite ready to be rid of them yet."

"Oh, petrified nightly." Except for the bored manner he replied, it could have sounded true. But then, there was very little Victor Fox was scared of. And most of it was no where near the Deck... Not even David could claim to scare Victor. Unnerve him, perhaps, but never frighten.

"I'm not without them," he said, nodding to where they rested against the wall near by. "But one does have to move on eventually." And someone more patient might not have been doing as Victor was at the moment....

But Victor was not always the most patient of men.

"For the sake of my amusement and ego, I'm gonna go ahead and pretend you mean that." She flashed a grin.

"You're doing better, at least. I'm sure you're as anxious as the rest of us to be back to your usual strut." Strut. That was a good word for what Victor did when he walked.

As for Amy herself, she went for a set of light weights to warm up. "I assume you're aware of the...incident a few days ago."

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[ota] physical therapy for five hundred, please

This physician was the first to practice physical therapy is 460 BC.

Who is Hippocrates?

Correct for 500. :D

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