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 Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 12:08 am
The stench of infected blood would reach Katsuro's lycan nose as Sabal lay on the bed sweating. He continued to call for someone named Eshra but didn't seem to be any better.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 12:12 am
 Katsuro Tachibana ll-Lycan-ll-Adept-ll-Swordmaster-ll-Murakumo User-ll-Strength 10/11-ll-Speed 8/9-ll-Royal Guardsmen of Pronta-ll This world is dyed with the color of blood. Katsuro's eyes widen as Sabal was still in a critical state. The smell of the blood was too much for Katsuro as he had to cover his nose but as he turn to the doctor that was writing down notes, rage built up in the lycan. Grabbing his color as he would drop his pen and clipboard, he shook him a couple of times as his anger was let out. "You! What is wrong with Sabal here!? I demand that you give me an answer!" He yelled out as a long growl came from the man, sounding more like a wolf than anything else, his long fangs showing that he wasn't messing around. It will never be able to go back the way it was before Energy: 900/900
Strength: 10. 11 in werewolf
Speed: 8. 9 in werewolf
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 12:17 am
"The rouge? Blood poisoning. And we have too few resources right now to waste on him. Pronta lives come first," he said as he was shook. "He would need a cleric in his current state. The only thing we can do for him now is make him comfortable until he dies." The doctor may not have liked facing down a pissed lycan but he held fast to his opinion. Rouges were worthless. Otherwise, they wouldn't be without a nation.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 12:31 am
SorceressJacklyn "The rouge? Blood poisoning. And we have too few resources right now to waste on him. Pronta lives come first," he said as he was shook. "He would need a cleric or paladin in his current state. The only thing we can do for him now is make him comfortable until he dies." The doctor may not have liked facing down a pissed lycan but he held fast to his opinion. Rouges were worthless. Otherwise, they wouldn't be without a nation. Katsuro Tachibana ll-Lycan-ll-Adept-ll-Swordmaster-ll-Murakumo User-ll-Strength 10/11-ll-Speed 8/9-ll-Royal Guardsmen of Pronta-ll This world is dyed with the color of blood. Katsuro's face got intense now as he was about to headbutt the Doc but held back. "Do you even know who he is!? He was once the king of Sutami, his kingdom was destroy right in front of his eyes and he couldn't do a damn thing as the attackers was one of the Sins! This man saved my life from the claws of the death and you just sit here and think you can decide the lives of who comes here!? You're doctors not judges!" He yelled once more as he let go of the fool but push the doctor back where he would land on his rear. "Pfft, never mind! We will transport him to Kusana, I herd that there was a cleric that can help Sabal." He said as the Lycan sighed that even in his nation fools live everywhere It will never be able to go back the way it was before Energy: 900/900
Strength: 10. 11 in werewolf
Speed: 8. 9 in werewolf
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 12:35 am
Another doctor came scurrying up, dragging a young cleric girl behind him. "The doctor is probably exhausted from all the patients," he said as he directed the cleric to Sabal's bed. "Not everyone thinks rogues are worthless." The cleric prayed over Sabal, healing power moving from her hands to him. Soon, the stench of infected blood would be replaced by the smell of normal blood. With some help, the doctor Katsuro didn't shake had Sabal rolled over to open and redo the stitching to make sure it was done properly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 12:39 am
Katsuro Tachibana ll-Lycan-ll-Adept-ll-Swordmaster-ll-Murakumo User-ll-Strength 10/11-ll-Speed 8/9-ll-Royal Guardsmen of Pronta-ll This world is dyed with the color of blood. Katsuro calm down as the infection seems to be vanishing from the cleric's powers. A sigh of relief came over the lycan as he didn't have to transport Sabal to Kusana as a smile made his way onto his face. It would seem that Sabal would live yet again in this world. It will never be able to go back the way it was before Energy: 900/900
Strength: 10. 11 in werewolf
Speed: 8. 9 in werewolf
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 12:44 am
((Gonna bed soon. Last post tonight))
Sabal reached out to the cleric as he was put back into place. "Eshra. Please forgive me. I can't help who I am..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 1:22 am
Katsuro Tachibana ll-Lycan-ll-Adept-ll-Swordmaster-ll-Murakumo User-ll-Strength 10/11-ll-Speed 8/9-ll-Royal Guardsmen of Pronta-ll This world is dyed with the color of blood. Katsuro watch as things seems to be going back to normal but Sabal seems to be mumbling to the cleric. "Have you know Sabal before miss?" He asked her if she would know or remember him or Sabal could be either having a flash back or an hallucination It will never be able to go back the way it was before Energy: 900/900
Strength: 10. 11 in werewolf
Speed: 8. 9 in werewolf
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 3:16 pm
Lyethery arrived at the hospital hoping to find some organs that is not needed, but instead found himself hearing whispers about a rouge coming in with a lycan. "No way." He slowly make his way through the tent and come up to the one in which Katsuro and Sabal resided in. "Shoot." He quietly scuttled away, hoping no one seen or heard him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 3:25 pm
The cleric shook her head. "No sir. My name is Violet anyway, not Eshra." She gently removed Sabal's hand from her arm before leaving. "And Incubi aren't really my type," she giggled before leaving. Sabal looked around, dazed and confused. "Lycan? How am I still alive?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 4:09 pm
SorceressJacklyn The cleric shook her head. "No sir. My name is Violet anyway, not Eshra." She gently removed Sabal's hand from her arm before leaving. "And Incubi aren't really my type," she giggled before leaving. Sabal looked around, dazed and confused. "Lycan? How am I still alive?" Katsuro Tachibana ll-Lycan-ll-Adept-ll-Swordmaster-ll-Murakumo User-ll-Strength 10/11-ll-Speed 8/9-ll-Royal Guardsmen of Pronta-ll This world is dyed with the color of blood. Katsuro's smiled widen a little bit as it would seem that Sabal was daydreaming after all. "You have me to thank for that, now my debt has been repaid." He said as he turn back to the exit of the tent but he didn't move as his arms were behind his back, holding them together. "You are in a clinic in Pronta, I ran all the way from Horus to here in a matter of hours, you were close to death my friend. I have to thank you for saving my life as well. Without you I might of been in your state or worse. Please, if you ever feel that you need a home, Pronta will be Incubus." He said as he slightly turn his head to where Sabal would see the corner of his left side of his face. A smile was seen as the Lycan's eye was narrowed as well but he tried to put up a friendly face as well. After all, he was the man that saved his life. Katsuro's nose picked up the feral's scent but payed no attention to it for now, he will have a word with those two later but right now his focus was on Sabal. It will never be able to go back the way it was before Energy: 900/900
Strength: 10. 11 in werewolf
Speed: 8. 9 in werewolf
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 4:24 pm
"As kind as your offer is, I won't be looking for a home for quite some time," Sabal explained, slowly sitting up. "I am staying a rouge right now because I am hunting down a couple of people. The two who were responsible for destroying my true home. While their deaths will be on my hands, I don't want those deaths to be tied to a nation in any negative way." He smiled to Katsuro. "My only problem is the fact that, as a rouge, I have no way to become a higher rank. I would go to The Spire but I know their leader. She already has shown me she has no intention of helping me get stronger for my goal." Sabal sighed, laying back down. "I guess I'm at an impasse right now."
Sabal, King of the Burned City
Expert ░░░ Trickster ░░░ Incubus
2600/2600
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 4:30 pm
Katsuro Tachibana ll-Lycan-ll-Adept-ll-Swordmaster-ll-Murakumo User-ll-Strength 10/11-ll-Speed 8/9-ll-Royal Guardsmen of Pronta-ll This world is dyed with the color of blood. Katsuro's smile turn into a small frown as his head turn to the exit once more. "A shame, you would of been a great asset to Pronta as well. Well, If you ever feel to rest, Pronta doors will be open for you. As for the two you mention I haven't met them yet. In truth I don't even know who they are but I did hear that it was one of the Sins. I hope your hunt goes well as I too am looking for someone to bring justice to as well." He said as he he walk tot he left of the tent and took a seat in an empty chair. Katsuro still had that half bottled Sake as he wondered if Sabal would want come. It will never be able to go back the way it was before Energy: 900/900
Strength: 10. 11 in werewolf
Speed: 8. 9 in werewolf
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 5:04 pm
Lyethery really wanted to talk to the rouge and apologize for what happen. He wanted to make sure that the trickster doesn't hold any grudge or anything like that. One less enemy to worry about is all the better in his opinion. So instead of going away and not face katsuro, he decided to stay, hoping that the man would go away at some point and he would get some free time with the rouge. So he picked his way through the many tents until he got to the morgue, where he immediately go through the many corpses that have not been pick up till he find parts that is needed. 'Hope no one come in.' He then set out to replace those corpse by himself, making sure to not make any noise that would alert the doctors that he is here. Sure what he doing is not illegal but it is taboo, taboo to the living anyway. 'Wonder where Kato is.' He hoped that the boy doesn't get one of his blood lust again and try to kill anyone else, at least not until he get there.
After installing a new stomach, and a second one, Lyethery went on to learn a new skill. He go through the list of skills that he hasn't learn yet in his mind and chose the acidic bile. A skill that will help him out in sticky situation.(1) Though somewhat like the sticky bile, the acidic skill hurt. He sent a small amount of energy into his stomach, wondering what it would do. He felt the effect immediately as the gas built up and escaped out of his backside.(2) 'Wonder if he smell that.' Lyethery chuckled and moves on to try again. 'How do I do it? I mean spitting out acid from my stomach. Should I even have acid anymore?'(3) He thought about it, and thought about it some more. He wished that there is other feral around that would help him out. 'Acid, acid, acid. Should be easy but why's so hard?'(4) He stood up and paced back and forth for a long time. The problem as it seem is how to get his stomach to make stomach acid. If only he was alive, then it would easy, but he's dead.(5) He could bring his stomach back to life, couldn't he? Lyethery looked down at his still open midsection and smiled. He placed his hand on his stomach and sent a surge of energy into it.(6) The energy kicked started the process and from dead his stomach come back. 'I fee, alive. No, that's maybe just the gas.' Another burst of foul smelling gas escape from his body and caused his eyes to tears up.(7) He block the smell and go back to business. With his stomach actively creating acid as though it is alive, all Lyethery have to do is bring it up and out. He suck in his stomach and forced whatever acid it made up his throat and out his mouth. It came out all over the dead body in front of him, and burned it. "Shoot."(8 )
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 8:25 pm
Katorin had been following behind his Feral comrade, who had for some reason decided to walk at a breakneck pace. He refused to rush to keep up, so he placed his hands deep into his coat pockets, clutching a silver pocket watch. The metal was warm, due to the warmth of the pocket. He was wearing his fingerless gloves, because it was difficult to play his guitar with his fingers covered. He soon lost track of his Comrade. He paused at a tent, there seemed to be talk of the outsider. But he had no intention of speaking to the incubus. So he continued walking, and looking at the destruction that the former King of Nocturne had wrought upon his nation.
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