Lady Knives
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- Posted: Wed, 09 Jun 2010 21:10:59 +0000
A big smirk tugged at her pale lips, not only because of the fact that he went from 30 silver pieces to 1 gold for a dozen, but the pained facial expressions and the soft yeowls he would make at the removal of the splinters. He really was no match for the merchant duo. He needed them more than they needed him, and Ebosia found that he had realized this shortly after feeling enough pain from that gnarly wound.
"That's what I thought." She purred in his general direction. "Hey, and just for that amazing revelation you just had, I've got a present for you."
She searched through a few of the bags hanging on her hip and found the one she used for pain management, she had a knack for getting infections in cuts on her feet from not wearing shoes as often as she should, so to take away the pain she went to a man about pain management. With some soft coercion, she was able to get quite the supply of maximum strength Novocain from him.
From her pouch she pulled a small, glass-forged syringe that was capped. There were plenty of them in that little pouch, all were sterilized, capped, and unused. She decided that she felt merciful enough to administer some of this magical serum into his wound--and she wanted the whining and howling to stop. After uncapping the syringe, she didn't give him enough time to respond, so if he was indeed afraid of needles, he would have to take it like a man. She pushed the needle into his skin, very near the wound, and slowly pushed it into him.
"Now that is a dose of whine-be-gone. Enjoy."
She turned on her heel and leaned against a nearby pillar, lighting a raspberry flavored cigarette of her own and watching the grotesque process of cleaning his wound.
"That's what I thought." She purred in his general direction. "Hey, and just for that amazing revelation you just had, I've got a present for you."
She searched through a few of the bags hanging on her hip and found the one she used for pain management, she had a knack for getting infections in cuts on her feet from not wearing shoes as often as she should, so to take away the pain she went to a man about pain management. With some soft coercion, she was able to get quite the supply of maximum strength Novocain from him.
From her pouch she pulled a small, glass-forged syringe that was capped. There were plenty of them in that little pouch, all were sterilized, capped, and unused. She decided that she felt merciful enough to administer some of this magical serum into his wound--and she wanted the whining and howling to stop. After uncapping the syringe, she didn't give him enough time to respond, so if he was indeed afraid of needles, he would have to take it like a man. She pushed the needle into his skin, very near the wound, and slowly pushed it into him.
"Now that is a dose of whine-be-gone. Enjoy."
She turned on her heel and leaned against a nearby pillar, lighting a raspberry flavored cigarette of her own and watching the grotesque process of cleaning his wound.
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