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 Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:14 pm
The boil gained consciousness, that was one less thing to worry about. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, sure he didn't know the guy, but he didn't want him to dissapear at least. He seemed a lot more concerned for the purple creature, practically doting on her from his deathbed, so to say.
Guess it slipped his mind that he was the one that needed the care right now.
A boil, definitely a boil, the one who had that white mane, he was finally sure about which bathroom he goes to. at least he hoped so. Staring at that map and all its choices. where to go, where to go?
"You know, there are quite a number of us here, maybe we could investigate these areas in smaller groups?" It was worth a shot. cover a lot more ground in a short amount of time. "Its not like we dont know how to get back to base camp, even with this thick as pea soup fog."
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:19 pm
Barth half-opened his eyes, getting to his feet again. He hadn't had to rest long, and he wished he could rest longer...but every minute by the supply tent was asking for trouble.
Barth was not fond of trouble. His mind was already made up, destination-wise.
"It's not safe to stay here on the beach. The cornfield's the shortest path. Downhill. Less fog that way. Easier to hide."
He meandered away from the portal.
"That's where I'm headed."
HP: 25
Exit: To the Cornfield!
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:22 pm
Christof gave a sigh of relief, or at least tried with his head not connected to his lungs. More like the neck stump gave a gurgling noise that he called a sigh. Malodore needed to finish his repairs, but his Mistress was clearly distressed... he'd never seen her look so morose, and it worried him. Mistresses were supposed to be Strong and Confident and Commanding. She didn't seem to do any of these things at the moment and that was more worrisome than the fact he was still partially in pieces. Y-yes, Mistress... I feel better now. Disjointed but better. You did not fail me- he couldn't quite recall the events that had battered him so, it was a vague, foggy memory he couldn't quite grasp. He remembered her fighting, and him incapable of helping...
Twisting his head manually to look over his hunch, it looked like Calder was getting ready to head off without him... and Barth as well, he assumed. Anxiety bubbled up in his chest. If they went separate ways... How can I serve you, Mistress? Do you need anything? There were so many students around now, he was sure he could find her a brain that wouldn't be missed... I will not let you down, Mistress, Please... tell me what you require?
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:24 pm
That was quick! Calder would have thought Barth would have allowed someone else to decide for him, but the sloth demon seemed set in his decision. Watching the boil get up and go, probably the most determined he had ever seen him to do anything, Calder glanced back. There wasn't anyone really here keeping him. He knew no others personally, or as close as Christof. The boil was, however, staring at Riley. Always. He knew he would follow her anywhere. Always would. It didn't matter if he was around or not.
Hurt and ears dropping, he looked away. Rising, he slung his knapsack over his shoulder. "I'm going to the cornfield too." He didn't say goodbye to Christof. As just someone who wasn't a master or mistress, who couldn't make contracts, he didn't matter.
Turning, he headed after the sloth demon.
HP: 25
Destination: Cornfields.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:36 pm
Riley finally forced herself to turn to Christof, but her eyes wouldn't linger on him long. Seeing him in pieces left her filled with remorse, and it was impossible to hide it in her expression. Instead she focused on Aksaja, and shrugged. It's difficult to explain. I just need some time. I'll be fine. And instantly she felt better as she fell back into her much more natural, accustomed form of lying. It was like a warm blanket, covering her with it's false pretenses and allowing her to remain distant.
She had missed it.
Continuing to do so, she finally responded to Christof. No, Christof. I don't need anything. I'm okay. I want you to focus on getting better, and then make sure you don't go off alone. Whether you're with me or not, I want you with someone you know at all times. Promise me that.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:42 pm
Aksaja frowned slightly at that, somehow able to tell that . . . something was still off. But he wasn't about to argue with Riley about it just now. "Well, okay," he murmured, sounding a bit uncertain. He did wonder which direction Riley was thinking about going in, but if she said that she wanted to be alone or whatever, the lightning dragon would leave her alone.
"See you later, I guess," he murmured, heading back over toward Sharra. He hoped so, anyway. Riley was one of those he'd strangely come to think of as almost a friend in this place.
"I wasn't too badly hurt in that last fight, so I'm ready to head out if you are," he said to the nergal boil and the two of them turned and went down the path toward the Lighthouse.
(( exit! ))
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:42 pm
Calder and Barth were gone now, wandering off towards the East without him without so muhc as a goodbye. The hunchback slouched, nearly dropping his head, but carefully pushed it back into place again, expression furrowing. He glanced to the dragon, expression still wrought with concern as his eyes flickered to Riley and back again before he manually nodded with the help of his hands. Yes, Mistress. The way she had said it though... You... do not want my assistance? His mental voice sounded hurt, and worried. She probably wanted to be alone with Mal and her favorite Thrall, that red-headed dragon boil. Jealousy bubbled up like bile, but he quickly forced it back down again. Now was not the time for petty jealousies. I shall... make sure Master Barth does not get eaten or drowned by Kelpies, he managed quietly, If that is what you wish. He'd have to hurry to get Mal to reattach his head before he couldn't catch up with them any longer...
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:52 pm
Riley could hear that familiar tone in Christof's voice, and it wrenched her in two. She turned, patting Aksaja's shoulder as he said his goodbye, and gave him a soft nod before she walked back to Christof. Just being in the tent area made her small wounds feel better, and the slit across her cheek sealed itself. The streak of blood remained.
Riley dropped her arms down to rest on Christof's shoulders, and pulled him close. Her arms enveloped him in a warm embrace.
Stop it. She commanded. Stop worrying about whether or not I need you. I obviously do. I just want you to be safe. That may not always be the case around me. So stop it, right now.
She pulled him away, and looked him dead in the eye.
Choose your own path, for your own reasons. Just this once, don't worry about me. Worry about yourself.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:53 pm
Lilura was glad they would be staying close to shore. It just felt safer despite things. She smiled again as Bella wrapped her arms around Daisuke's arm. They were so cute. Then Bella made the point that they all should hold hands. She looked to Nyyrikki with a slight blush across her pale cheeks. The fog only made her look paler, her golden eyes almost glowing with the fuzzy surroundings.
"Well she is right. Like a chain," she scad as she held out her hand to the other reaper. She was of course distracted enough not to kn said sly smile on her fellow reaper's face. She remembered her first meeting with Nyyrikki and added, "its also been awhile since we've been able to use out magic so it should be ok."
Once the hand holding business was settled she headed off after Bella.
((Heading to PRP! Exit post))
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 1:03 pm
Christof was so surprised by the sudden embrace, he nearly lost his head- literally. He managed to juggle it back in place before it dropped to the sand at least. He needed to invest in a stapler. He drew in a shuddering breath, keeping one hand up to keep the head in place while the other wrapped around his Mistress in a timid, worried hug while his mind raced to try to make sense of her command.
My own reasons? It was impossible not to worry. This was a dangerous place- he had been one hit point from death, so to speak, and their journey had only just begun.
But... Riley was strong. Very strong. She could hold her own, he had utmost confidence in that- even without him. He felt useless, she was so wonderfully capable. But Barth on the other hand... He had seen the way Calder had tended to his laundry, and the idea of the Sloth being alone with the Kelpie for any length of time... they were both going to get themselves killed. I... I will tend to Master Barth. He is not as capable as you, Mistress, and will need the help, I think... he managed. Please... keep yourself and Master Malodore safe? I will find you again Mistress... And I will try to not lose any more Parts. The last comment, his face flushed with embarrassment.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 1:14 pm
Being charged with keeping Malodore safe was a troublesome weight on her heart - she'd already been the cause for it's pain. She took the task quite seriously, however. I will do everything in my power to protect it from harm. She responded, and her words held that unnatural ring of truth to them once more. She let Christof go, and took a step back. She wanted to mention that perhaps he should wait until Malodore could re-attach his head.. but something told her he wouldn't listen.
Try to make sure Barth doesn't die. She added noncommittally, though after a moment of thought she continued with But if Calder should fall into a giant hole and was never seen again.. it wouldn't be the end of the world?
Oh Riley, you kidder.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 1:21 pm
Christof had already hurriedly began to rustle around the campsite, finally carefully setting his head down to rip a strip of tent-fabric to lash the head back onto his neck like a make-shift scarf, giving it an experimental flex. Well, that would work for now, at least. Her further commentary made him pause, though, brows furrowing and his stitched lips pursing further. Mistress... Calder means well. But sometimes we are all... at mercy to our natures. I will make sure all of my friends are kept safe. That said, or thought, rather, he gave her a bow, successfully testing his make-shift bandage before hurrying off East towards the open fields of who-knew what.
((Exit to the Cornfields))
((@ Sosi: I assumed Mal had started while you were gone and just didn't get as far as his head, btw XD <33 ))
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 1:21 pm
Malodore had been quietly working on Christof, stitching the patchwork together piece by piece, aware that he and Riley were conversing while not being party to their conversation at all. It was a strange effect, observing the emotional twitches in both patchwork and ithilid without being able to hear the thoughts prompting said emotions.
It was fiddly work, though, despite the practice Malodore had in putting Christof together again - and, apparently, not quite fast enough for Christof! It was startled as the patchwork heaved himself to his freshly-stitched feet, using a bit of tent to hold on his head. "Christof, if you'll just wait-" it began...
... goodness, the patchwork could move when he wanted to! Malodore stared after him, nonplussed. "I was almost done," it said, petulantly.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 1:37 pm
Riley had specifically said, at least twice, that Christof needed to worry about himself and heal. So why, then, had he just run off to follow Barth and Calder before he was completely stitched up? She sighed softly as she watched him go, hoping that his unattached head did not cause him any problems on his trip.
The idea was troubling.
She turned to Malodore, her eyes meeting its for the first time since the fight before they immediately dropped again. Are you all right? She asked it in a whisper of thought as she stared firmly at the floor. All healed as well?
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 1:44 pm
"Yes - I was only slightly damaged." The plague doctor turned to focus fully on her, radiating a sense of concern that the mindflayer might well pick up on. "And yourself? You were the one actually engaged in combat with those bastardi."
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