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 Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 6:54 pm
Farskon nearly tripped over himself, he shuddered and nearly fell.
"Who? What?! I didn't do anything!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 6:56 pm
"What?"
Emma stared incredulously at Scribbler, not entirely processing what she had just heard.
A few moments after, she took the surprise she felt and shoved it into a corner of her mind, beside the memories that were not her own that kept popping up at inappropriate times.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 7:04 pm
"...They have pastries in his room."
Scribbler finished lamely, almost not processing it herself.
The crowd was thinning now, and it was easier to move through, the inkmancer carefully following the trail of invisible ink splats as she went. They flared up conveniently when she drew near, crawling up against her boots to rest invisibly against her leg.
A quick glance at Emma and a half-smile would hopefully be enough to tell the enchantress to follow.
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The eye peeled off and rearranged into a tiny figure.
"Sorry about that," it said. "Didn't mean to scare you. It's just Feathers."
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 7:11 pm
"F-Feathers?!" He repeated unsure, and wiped away a few tears."Oh uh, trial didn't go so well....right?" He said to the figure awkwardly unsure what to say.
He shifted nervously, despite the room in the area he was held, he felt very claustrophobic.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 7:12 pm
Emma slipped into Scribbler's wake, and had the inkmancer turned behind her she would have seen naught but shadow. The enchantress was still there, but had convinced light to bend around her in such a way that only darkness showed up to a mortal eye.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 7:19 pm
Scribbler could still feel the vaguest stir of air, though. She didn't give a sign to show she felt the presence, merely went ahead and followed the inky beacons.
The small puddles that had crawled up her leg was growing, not quite enough to manage a camouflage yet. There was no need for it at the moment, either; the hall was silent where the trail led.
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"The Council tied..." the tiny figure murmured, wincing slightly at the drops of saltwater Farskon flung away. "Please, don't cry. We'll be out soon."
It then froze and darted into a pocket at the sound of footsteps outside.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 7:25 pm
Farskon made a small yip sound as the figure went into his pocket. He heard the footsteps, and two conjured warriors came out. They were different than the Order of Merging types, these ones had designs like tapestry, and had the Arcane Council's emblem.
The Paladin had seen enough movies in his short life to know what this meant. He let them escort him, and after about ten minutes of walking he arrived at the their destination.
His hearted pounded, and he shivered. The place was pure white, but there was alot of equipment; it was all magic based, but it was obvious he was going to have many tools, and possibly sharp things stuck in him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 7:28 pm
Emma's step faltered as memories came rushing back to her despite her attempts to lock them away.
No. Not now. Please, not now, not ever.
She gathered her strength, locking them away behind steel doors within her mind and continuing to follow Scribbler.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 7:33 pm
The trail stopped before the door, Scribbler having managed the camouflage spell mere moments before. She froze at the sound of footsteps and pressed herself against the wall, halting her breathing. There was no sound from Emma, and she could only hope the enchantress did so as well.
Two conjured warriors exited the room with the paladin in tow, a tiny head poking out of his pocket.
Soundlessly, she followed, willing all of them to be strong and undiscovered for the time being.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 6:07 pm
A tube almost instantly went into his throat, and a mousy looking elf walked into view."Ah finally, they should have sent for you sooner!"
He swore in one of the few Elven languages. A chair appeared, and forced Farskon down.
The tube came back with many calculations; that Farskon could not read.
The Paladin had a coughing episode.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 6:19 pm
Silent steps took the two camouflaged women to the door where the paladin was held. The two conjured warriors were guarding the entrance, looking supremely unconcerned with their appearance.
Dimly, the inkmancer heard the sound of coughing from the now hidden ink figure in the boy's pocket, and winced despite herself.
I don't suppose they switch shifts? she sent to Emma wonderingly.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 6:21 pm
I can arrange that. If their minds are unguarded, that is.
Emma kept her place among the shadows as one of their kind, drawing closer to Scribbler.
What can you gather from inside?
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 6:29 pm
The elf, patted the Paladin's back quickly, but it wasn't out of compassion. It was more of a way of getting him to stop coughing. He turned to Farskon, and asked him."Alright now lie still, I'm going to put a slumber spell on you."
"What?" Ask Farskon very nervously.
The elf put on a mask, and took out some tools. "Surgery, just to see what's inside of you."
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 6:30 pm
The ink figure perked its ears, sensing nothing but the boy's quickening heartbeat and the voice of one other being.
Two of them, so it seems, inside. Farskon and someone else. Male, a little scrawny, a doctor of sorts, maybe? I don't dare make it look.
More coughing. A shift in gravity as the paladin was forced down onto a chair. Scribbler caught the end bits of something unintelligible, and opened a channel between herself and Emma to pass along the auditory information.
And instantly regretted it, for the elf had said 'surgery'.
Now?
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 6:34 pm
Emma's eyes widened at what she heard. Now.
She extended her mind towards the conjured warriors, nudging their consciousnesses, planting the suggestion to move away.
Not a command, not yet.
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