#vladislav olgimsky sr

[thespiancaspian]

thank you mel for saying one thing while i was playing and putting this worm in my brain

[bull-enterprise]

POV: Vladislav Olgimsky Sr. Day: 8 Time: Night Status: @reallybadgrief

The town was doomed. Vladislav was sure of it now and he could only try his hardest to keep his family safe. As soon as he returned to the Lump he summoned his men again for three more letters. One for his son, one for the guards guarding the Termitary, and lastly one for his appointed warehouse keeper.

His son would be reunited with him in the Lump and he would stay there until this all would end. The Termitary would be opened as per the Inquisitor’s request, though no good would come of it. The warehouse, now likely already but a shadow of how he left it, would be opened once more, even if only to get him the supplies he would need.

Vladislav scoured the mountains of papers and reports of what lay in each warehouse and selected only those that contained dry rations and medicine. He would get them all, lest they go to waste.

Once he knew which boxes he wanted, he wrote a letter to the man that labelled himself in the streets as “Bad Grief”. Vladislav still rolled his eyes at the name he gave himself, but as long as he returned his goods to the lump, all would be well between them. The boxes he sought had no labels, only the paper records kept the information of what they held within. As long as the warehouse rat didn’t pry open the boxes, he likely won’t grow suspicious of his intentions. Three boxes of medicine, six of rations. He demanded them be returned to the lump first thing in the morning.

[thepalecaesar]

BARIN And yet, money stink. [Vlad the Heavy pushing spoiled meat]

Everything just (and only!) penny-pinching about him, just (and only.) reigning over souls and stuffs, just distributing and purchasing and gaining for years and years and years — and everything the Bull Enterprise ever was, to the last slaughtered heifer and the last flesh fly and the last сut of rotten meat, all that that Vlad does not willing severed from himself because it's all so his, so real; where's that thin line in-between now — it's hard to tell

[blyadsoftsign]

*Looks at my reflection in the mirror* Holy fuck! It's Vladislav Olgimsky Sr, also known as Big Vlad, from Pathologic!

[bull-enterprise]

POV: Vladislav Olgimsky Sr. Time: Morning Day: 2 Status: @tincture-enjoyer

Vladislav dismissed the first set of couriers and sent forth another one. This one was meant for the new doctor. He was supposed to be something big from the capital, yet he hadn’t the courtesy to stop by yet. Shameful.

“Bachelor Dankovsky.” He breathed out with a tired sigh. “Find what you can about the man... and bring him to me.”

[bull-enterprise]

POV: Vladislav Olgimsky Sr. Time: Morning Day: 6 Status: @itsartemyburakh

Vladislav woke up in a sweat. His dreams weren’t particularly pleasant and neither was his hefty breakfast. As he returned to his duties, the news were the same as they had been for the past couple of days; everything’s getting worse, people are restless and mad, and now there were even rumors of the water supply just running out. The barrels were tampered with, the valves broken, and the Termitary was still in a horrible state. He could neither open it for more supplies, or ask for more from the neighboring towns as the trains had yet to return.

The more Vladislav listened to the reports and had to send out more orders to deal with every single problem that occurred, the worst the man felt. Eventually Vladislav called forth two of his servants. They were to bring the younger Burakh to him at once. The man had strayed his duties for too long already.

[bull-enterprise]

POV: Vladislav Olgimsky Sr. Time: Morning Day: 2 Status: @artxmy

The town was in shambles. He had already heard far too much about what had and hadn’t happened in the town yet none of his lackeys had the forethought of sending out invitations to the newest arrivals. Useless and unacceptable.

He should have been one of the first to meet the new doctors in town, yet it would seem that he’d have to personally send out people to get them. He cleared his throat after having sent for a handful of couriers and glared up to the men now waiting for further instructions.

“Master Burakh is in town...” He wondered what the man was like after all these years. He had known his father, yet the son’s face eluded his memory in that moment. Would he be just as strong as his father? How well had his trip abroad gone? Had he learned anything useful? Would he be useful? “The younger, of course...” He added after a momentary breath. Couldn’t trust any of the common rabble to know how to use a single brain-cell.

“Bring him to me. Today.”

[bull-enterprise]

POV: Vladislav Olgimsky Sr. Day: 4 Time: Morning Status: Open

Vladislav had spent the entire evening trying to sort out what exact amount would he have in reserve and what he could spare. The numbers didn’t look good, especially not in terms of medicine available to sustain a whole hospital. Not that the medicine would be of much use, considering what they were supposed to go against, but he would much rather have some of it - and by some he meant as much as possible, on his own manor.

Even in his bed during the night he let out strained exhales as he moved numbers aside, compiling hoards for the ruling families, some for the healers, with the exception of the proclaimed “bachelor from the capital” as that one would surely be able to get by with less supplies than the other actual doctors, and lastly for the masses. It didn’t bode well... Not well at all.

But that wasn’t anything he couldn’t bend to his own advantage. In the early hours of the morning, after taking his hearty breakfast, he began writing down a formal document to be distributed among the masses. Tough times were ahead, and sacrifices had to be made in the upcoming days. At least from the cattle anyway.

“To each and every citizen,

As you may already be aware, the town is in need of a hospital to shelter the ill. Until the trains return to their scheduled arrangements, we ask that each citizen partake in donating their medical supplies and any food they can spare.

These supplies will be kept in a fund, to be then distributed to the new hospital and to those in need.”

Signed... The ruling families? Olgimsky?

Bah! What did it matter? He’d have a courier read it aloud and skip the signature part. It didn’t even need a signature.

With the text prepared, Vladislav summoned one of his couriers and gave the man careful instructions to go around the town gathering as many supplies as he could.

[bull-enterprise]

POV: Vladislav Olgimsky Sr. Time: Early Afternoon Day: 2 Status: @tincture-enjoyer

Vladislav was tired of sitting, and tired of standing. But there was still work to be done this day and he promptly waved his hand after lunch to begin anew. Two more servants stood by waiting for the latest instruction, this time to find Stanislav Rubin.

“Find him... Bring him... Tied by a rope if he refuses.”