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 Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 10:48 pm
Purple TentFreya winced and made quite a few little sounds of distress as the teacher worked on her sutures, though the pain was dulled enough to keep her from crying out loudly. When he was done, and his hand rested on her forehead, she reached out with a quick grip and held it tightly. Her eyes were just a bit crazed, as she stared up at him. "Aiya, thanks yeh. Please, whats is yehr name, professor?" Her voice sounded like she was desperate for the information. "I wants to make sure I gets to knows yeh."
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 10:50 pm
PURPLEPURPLE
She was proud of him... the Igor lurched, swaying slightly as he went numb. Calder was tending to Barth now... he was in good hands, at least, and the professor had tended to him... he had done all he could do. She was right. Lips trembling under their stitches, his reddened eyes spotted the tattered, trembling form of Amrita.
He was still capable. Leaving his arm where Mistress had left it, he wobbled to his feet, lurching his way towards her with a somber, but determined expression. He was still able to move. He could still be useful. And nothing patched like an Igor*.
He sat beside her with a heavy, weary thunk, urging her over so he could examine the damage more closely, and before she could protest, the thread from his satchel was out and prepped with a needle.
*footnote: Blatant Pratchett reference.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 10:50 pm
Green TentWest looked over at Holly as she sat, his expression softening slightly. He hadn't meant to go all feral on Jericho, he had just been thinking of other things. A million other things, one of which the ghost had just inadvertently touched upon. His voice had still been around during Red's last attack, but only just. When he had screamed at them to hide, well, that had been the last straw. No more voice, at least for now. He shook his head, the faintest of smirks flitting across his face as he leaned over to whisper in her ear. No, this wasn't awkward. Not at all. "I yelled a lo--"Suddenly Yaya. He heard her call his name before he properly noticed her speeding toward him, but West barely had time to wonder what she was doing here before she was in his arms, clinging to him and crying into his shoulder. "S'okay," he whispered, patting her awkwardly on the back. "Everythin's fine." No, it was obvious everything was not fine, considering how many battered and broken students were milling about, but West was not very good with the whole comforting thing.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 10:51 pm
Purple TentRiley swept by, it was brief but the worry on her face was real, when her hand brushed by her own left one would reach up to offer it a light pat on the back of her hand. She also took a moment to look up at Riley before she left.
"Find me later, alright? I want to ask you something..."
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 10:55 pm
Mot winced at Sammy's old scars. A thought hit him. If his face was as bad as his friends said.. what if it stayed that way forever? Mot wasn't particularly shallow, but having to look in the mirror and see welts and burns cover his face and eyes for all time? Scary. Sammy certainly seemed battle worn. Mot picked up his phone from his bed, nodding to Sammy and pocketing his device. The grim reaper looked up as someone gently touched his shoulder. It was Riley, his captain. He didn't try and offer a smile or laugh or even a greeting this time. She seemed content to move to the others, and he let it be. He wanted to go home. He wanted out of this tent. "Hel.." Mot murmured to his friend. "Cricket said i can go after some rest, so could I just wait for you and Riyo outside?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 10:55 pm
Green TentWillow's ears pinned back at JD's reaction to whatever the hell was just said. "Oh for jacks sake. Stop that." She growled, it was bad enough she had to put up with a freaking crowd the whole time she was at the big battle. But now to have a cry baby on top of it?
Ugh....
The ghoul was rubbing her temple before looking back to Jericho who was slightly more... calm. "Will you do me a favor? Since I have a feeling you'll get a chance to speak to her before I will. Can you ask her to check up on Bul?"
She paused, "He... had sort of a hard time with some of the things the vile little creature we ran into started throwing at us." She was trying not to let JD's water works ruin her I'm fine mood.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 10:59 pm
Purple TentHe was startled, but patted the hand that grabbed at his, "Relax... You do not want to pull your new stitches." Removing his hand from her forehead, he nodded, "Professor Malcolm. Now, would you give me the name of someone who could help you to your room?" She wouldn't be walking around a lot anytime soon.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:00 pm
(( Purple Tent ))
Amrita looked up when she saw Sammy gesture, but on the whole she was too tired to get up from her cot to wander over. Instead she lifted her good hand in a wave and offered a thin smile; anything she might have wanted to said died on her throat when Riley gently brushed against her. Suddenly, she felt guilty returning in the condition she did; they all worked so hard for her, and she was in tatters. She offered a shy glance and then bowed her head.
When she lifted it, it was to the thunk of the heavier body sitting beside her.
"C-Christof..." She did try to protest, but it was weak at best. Before she knew it her head was bowed, and she shuffled closer to him as he urged; she didn't make it easy for him to look her over though, as she hugged his arm instead, burying her face against his shoulder. "I...I'm so sorry!" She whimpered against him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:01 pm
Green Tent She was so never getting an autograph.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:02 pm
Purple TentHel had been zoning again… When she heard her name, she turned towards Mot, and her brows furrowed as she couldn’t seem to exactly process his statement. Maybe the lack of sleep, food, and the events were catching up to her thought processes. She blinked. “… Uh…you want us…to wait outside while you rest here?” That just didn’t make sense…she was puzzled.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:03 pm
Calder watched the Professor come back to patch up Freya like a pro. Quick to administer pain killers and then sterilize and sew, the Professor had the sort of techniques Calder was envious of. He could certainly help Christof and his undead friends if he could sew that well and quickly, not to mention make some nice outfits.
Alas, he had no such skills. Instead, he had to rely on others, and in this case, he decided to flag the professor while he could. "Professor." He hissed, trying to flag him over. "I ...I got to talk to ya. Ya see.." He whispered into the Professors ear about his little problem and the fact he was shot with several arrows and then had rocks all thrown at his bottom when he was in and out of mare form. It...was a troublesome and painful problem.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:06 pm
PURRRRRPLE
He couldn't "shhh" but he could quietly hum, first making a soft assuring noise before a gentle hum bubbled up in his throat, a somber but soothing tune he had heard long ago, and sometimes had hummed to himself alone in his cot in Dr. Fell's laboratory. He let her hug him, shifting his positing so he could at least first tend to the broken seams along her arm. She was here, and she was in MOSTLY one piece. Parts could be replaced. Amritas couldn't.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:07 pm
Purple TentMot blinked, staring down at the duo-toned Valkyrie. He wanted to facepalm himself, but he knew that would be very very painful in his condition. "N..No. I want to go outside and wait. I don't want to be in here anymore." He tried not to sound frustrated, but he did. "Riyo still needs to be looked at. I'll rest later or something."
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:08 pm
Green tentNodding to Willow once more, Jericho smiled and said, "Yeah sure thing."The smile faded a bit as the tiger elaborated on his condition. Promptly, he glanced over towards the purple tent where Riley was. There was a brief look in his eyes that hinted that he was thinking or saying something.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:12 pm
PURPLE TENTVaith's hand looked worrisome, even to him. It was black everywhere, presumably due to the hunter's wepaon. It started stinging to. Hiding his pain with a frown but unable to hide the slowly ashening color of his face, he led Vieve to the tents.
"It looks like I've gotta go to one of the tents. Do you think you can find your way now?" Vaith didn't want to admit he was going to the purple tent for a more serious injury. He was actually a little embarrassed about it. Better to let her think he was going in for a milder injury.
It just didn't look cool for him to head to a bright purple tent.
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