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 Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 3:05 am
*Mystina set the cup aside as he fell asleep and watched over him, taking the chance to look at his wounds a bit better. She brought a chair over and sat down beside him, so she could be nearby when he awoke.*
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 4:13 am
A little more than an hour later Torment shook himself from something that surpassed the realm of deams, entering into the domain of nightmares. Any and all bleeding had long since stopped, but he still looked like hell. Dried blood covered his face and the swelling hadn't had a chance to do much at all. As opposed to before, however, he sprung awake into a sitting position for a moment before wobbling and falling back.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 4:21 am
*Mystina leaned out of the chair and caught Torment, before his hed hit the floor, then gently laid him back down* I sensed you were waking up.... *She patted his shoulder softly* How do you feel now?
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 4:32 am
Tor nodded slightly as shelaid him back down, giving a rather subdued whisper of something close enough to 'fine' for government work. With the blood dried up he really didn't have that medium to communicate with any longer, but at least whispers could get through his injuries now, however. He murmered something along the lines of hating the Brink, or mating with a fink...
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 4:39 am
*Mystina smiled at him* I'll be right back, I'm going to get that blood cleaned off of you.
*She walked over to the bar and grabbed a bowl and filled it with warm water, along with a piece of her skirt that she seemed to have tore off. It would likely amuse her beloved when she returned home that her skirt had gotten much shorter. She had plenty of others though.*
*She walked back over to him and knelt down, dipping the piece of skirt in water, and began to take and wash the blood off of him a little bit at a time*
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 4:50 am
He really couldn't protest when she got up, so he didn't. His eyes slid closed once again, returning to the realm of nightmares, but in a past tense. The visions of his dreams were bleeding over to the waking world, and he was powerless to halt their advance. He didn't cry out, or jolt up again, but his right eye began to twitch as his left shot open, and he tries his hardest to keep it that way, even when Mysti returned to clean him up the best she could.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 4:58 am
*Mystina placed her hand on Torments chest* Torment, I can feel that you're having a lot of fear... Calm down, It'll be okay... I'm here, You're in the brink... Nothing can hurt you right now... Shh... It's okay... *She pulled the hurt man into her arms and held him for a minute, laying his head against her chest out of instinct.*
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 5:49 am
His words came slow and just as soft, "She's going to die, Mysti. She's going to die and take me with her...I can't do anything...I can't help her...she's strong...but...I'm not. For all my magic...I'm not strong enough." He fell silent as tears began flow, not without a bit of pain to reinforce them.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 6:02 am
*Mystina stroked his face* Shh... Torment, you don't know that for sure.... You don't know that she's going to die. She could still live through this... You are strong, you're Tacitus's son, Torment.... You've got some of him in you... You can Fight this. You can fight for her and bring her back.
There is a tale in my land... This fae loved a human male very, very much... She was watching him ride a horse one day, on Earth, when he was thrown...
He hit his head... now at this point, she was very young. She knew not all of our magical arts, and therefor, could not save him the normal way.
What she did was, she used her love, as a lifeline. She let it fill her up, and placed her hands on his head, letting it flow into him, letting it fill him up, and although he was in bad shape, he grabbed on.
The herbalist said he should have died within minutes.... but she used her love to give him something to cling to. Something to hold on to. She didn't know it was a form of magic, or any of that. They were able to heal him, and because of this, they went on to get married.
You, have the ability to use magic, use this. Give it a try, it may sound strange to you, and I know you have tried to heal her, but this is not to heal her. This is to force her to see that you are waiting.
Show her that she has to come back, show her how much it would hurt were she to leave you, and she will have strong reason to fight, no matter what it is. A human's body is very strong, but sometimes you have to do more than use what tools are given to you...Sometimes, in some cases. you have to use the mind to heal it, too.
I believe in you. You can do this. Don't you -dare- give up, because if she were to give up she would lose this fight. You need to remind her to keep on fighting for her life. For you.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 6:15 am
Tor listened, though still in tears. The mention of Tac in such a way would have usually brought forth some protest or distress, but this time it oddly did not. He sniffled a bit before he could muster a reply, "Faerie tales are all well and good, but my hope is fading. I love her with all my heart, and more, and don't even think such a transcendant power as love can help. I don't know what to do...or how to even try..." With that he was gone, the cloth left behind as he returned to his world to face the guards again. Hopefully they were done.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 6:18 am
*Mystina sighed, it was a true story, she just prayed that if he tried it, it would work, and then she picked up the cloth, and began putting things back up, cleaning up the mess she'd made.
She dropped the cloth in the trash, and then faded out*
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 3:17 pm
:::Cora saunters casually from the guest hall and into the bar. Her hair is braided back in a rather difficult looking pattern, and a very symetrical bow holds it together at the bottom, resting comfortably down the middle of her back a few inches under her shoulder blades.
She reaches the bar and places the one book she was carrying on top of the bar. Then she goes to fix herself a drink:::
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 3:19 pm
*Luke enters into the Brink at a brisk pace. He's dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and a windbreaker. He had been walking against the wind and thinking 'where the ******** had fall come from'. He was wishing for warmer climates when...*
*He stops in his stride, noticing the nice change in temperature.*
Awesome.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 3:24 pm
:::Cora glances suddenly from her wine search, and sees a familiar stature. She's tempted to jump the bar, but decides against it. Instead, she runs around the corner, and jumps in Luke's direction, landing a hug around his shoulder. It'd been months since she'd seen him back in his time:::
Luke!! Oh my goodness!
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 3:31 pm
*Luke sees a figure bounding towards him and catches her just in time to recognize it as Cora.*
Oof---*He jutted back a few steps and grinned.* He-eey. *He hugged her back* How's it goin, babe?
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