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 Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 6:18 am
His whole body still ached, a part of his mind still pointing to Kei to blame....but the orangeblood DID at least get him some time to meet with one of the older trolls....the yellowblood.....the incredibly fashionable yellowblood. Apparently she was....a healer. It awed him at least slightly. There was something about trolls with special powers....he was in a small part envious of their abilities, but in a larger part awed. The yellowblood could heal, from his understanding, a useful ability for certain! The only way Miache could help Keionx in the swamp was to wrap her in a spare towel to stop her bleeding....if he had powers....or a troll like the yellowblood....maybe he wouldn't feel so perpetually useless. Barely scraping by in battle. Unable to even effectively bandage her wounds. He couldn't even get the two wrigglers out of the swamp without getting caught! Something had to change. HE had to change. He had to be better, fight harder, know more....something to never feel so useless in combat! His lusus taught him how to behave like a proper gentleman, how to maintain a certain composure, how to dress to impress, how to act to impress...how to fit in to his role in society. Somehow he missed some crucial lessons that even the lowest blood learned; survivability in particular.
Miache knocked on the door to the hive he'd been told to meet her at. "I beg your pardon," he began loudly, voice still hoarse from injury and yelling, "I believe I am not unexpected.....Keionx may've mentioned to you?" he was still uneasy with the other rebels. It was clear in his tone. There were few rebels he knew and the thought made him uneasy. With the recent betrayed on all their minds his own appearance must've been....unsettling to say the least. Most of all, however, he worried Keionx may've forgotten to mention his requested meeting. A gentleman should never make a hivecall without a proper invitation or arranged meeting. Even if it was important. At the thought the blueblood touched the wrappings at his neck. They were....stiff, dried with seepage from the slow healing injuries. He needed to change them again. While he'd doted on Keionx while she was bedridden he refused to allow her the same courtesy. His injuries seeming far more superficial in comparison...and really, he was more worried about his attire than anything. If he was to hide out in a swamp it was unlikely he would have access to many changes of garb, and that suit had gotten shredded by the undead.
Miache's lusus nudged his uninjured shoulder, encouraging him to knock again, gentler this time. He hated to seem impatient....but raptordad disliked seeing his charge so damaged. Another shot to Miache's pride....making his lusus worry when seeing him bleeding from what seemed like everywhere. He'd been so out of it he hadn't even been able to be apalled when soaked in the orange blood of his....unintended teammate.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2016 9:09 am
Vremea was in a state of stress and disarray. After escaping with barely their lives from Kursha's betrayal, Vremea threw herself into her job in efforts to keep her mind off the intense searing pain she felt at the betrayal of a friend. Or, what was a friend. Wasn't it him who convinced her to come back? Why had he... The sound of pain pulled Vremea out of her emotions. She blinked, looking down at the troll beneath her in need of her assistance. She gave them a weak smile, trying to give it her best-- But she was exhausted, and her healing prowess was not infinite. It was after a lot of practice that she realized she could only speed up the trolls healing process, not actually use her own energy as means to heal the other. Forcing herself to use the last ounce of her energy on the troll, they left soon after with an apologetic smile. Vremea fell back on her chair from exhaustion.
A knock pulled her out of her thoughts and startled her. She looked up, eyes drooping but still conscious, hearing the words they said and bringing her hand to the bridge of her nose. Ah, so this was what Keionx had asked her of. She hadn't remembered because there were so many trolls in need of assistance, she'd just nodded when Kei asked her question. "Yes yes, please come in. Keinox let me know you were coming, ahh..." Vremea thought a bit, then gave up. She was too tired for this. "I apologize, I missed your name. Too much to do, you see. Who might you be?" She asked, a little groggy but managing.
LordPocky omg sorry about how late this is ;;; feel free to respond whenever!
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