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 Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 1:43 pm
"She won't eat you if you don't eat her," Malodore said, dryly. At least, it was fairly sure that that was what had prompted Bul's sudden ingestion. "You should drink a great deal of soothing liquids. Water, if it isn't harmful to you; your species' equivalent, if it is. And vitamins, and rest... and medicine, but only Nurse Cricket can prescribe that. I do not know enough about your physiology, nor do I have the supplies, to create a medication myself."
And it was not going to get kicked out of Amityville for accidentally poisoning another student.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 12:31 am
Danny sighed. "I can't eat her. She's like a million times bigger than me," she said dully. How Cricket managed to eat Bul was beyond her. Even farther beyond her was how she managed to spit Bul back out. Danny shuddered at the very thought of beaten eaten at all, much less being spit back out.
It seemed as though Malodore was fiercely against helping her. Maybe it had something to do with how she enraged Jericho at the floresctival? Danny was quickly finding out that the plague doctor, the dragon, and the ... ithilid? Ilithid.... the purple thing were very close. Ridiculously close. Not that that was a bad thing, it was just a fact.
"I ... I guess go get Nurse Cricket. If that's really the only-" She paused to sneeze, and then continued, "Thing that will work." She wiped her forehead of the glazed meat juice bits that remained on it thank's to G. Stupid treat.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 9:03 am
Ugh, it couldn't let her get out of bed in that condition. The faster she was well, the faster she'd stop being... dangerously inflammatory. Literally. "What is your species' water equivalent? I can obtain some of that, probably." Its tail swished behind it with vague anxiety.
"I, ah... I apologize if I seem rude," it said, after a moment. "I just... it's the fire, you see. I... we, my kind, we don't do well. With fire."
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 12:14 pm
Danny coughed a few times into her hand and then said, "Well ... po- ... Kelpie Calder said that lava was, but ... we don't drink that." That would just be weird. Drinking what you bathed in? Ewww. Danny never really felt the need to drink anything as it was ... sure she could do it, but she mostly just needed to eat to retain FEAR. Then again, she had never really ... experimented with food. She had always just eaten whatever was in front of her.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.
It was the fire thing yet again. Danny was slowly (SLOWLY) learning that the undead didn't seem to like fire very much. Nor did anyone else, for that matter.
"Oh. Um. Sorry I guess. Can't really help it you know?" she wheezed. It was a little tiring to keep hearing the "omg gtfaway from me" speech again. Especially when she was weak and defenseless and sick. Really?
Then again, if she saw a sick water demon, she would stay away from them too. In fact, she would probably recommend letting the thing stay sick so it would stay away from her. With that thought, Danny's lips twitched into a frown. Was she being a bit hypocritical? Huh.
It wasn't good of her to keep Malodore just standing there. She continued her earlier thought, "But uhm ... I think I get it. If you wanted to just go get Cricket ... I guess that would be okay." Truthfully, she didn't want Cricket within a twenty foot radius of this place, but if she had to choose Malodore being completely anxious over her fire or not, she would pick his safety.
After all, this was a lot of fuss over a cold! Secretly, Danny was sort of enjoying the attention. After her little incident at the floresctival, she got the image that a lot of people had a bad first meeting with her. It was nice to see someone doting over her (however minimal that doting was), even if he was reluctant to do so. She would never say that out loud though.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 11:10 pm
"I can easily stop by the infirmary," Malodore said, relaxing visibly as it spoke. "It's, ah, it's quite all right, I know you cannot help it. I'm afraid I cannot help it either," it added, apologetically.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 5:46 pm
In response, Danny put a pillow over her face. It was kind of muffled, but you could at least hear, "Ohhhfhayy burrfy aihh vohmif bof foo fahfur.." Whatever that meant.
Once Danny realized that Malodore probably couldn't understand her, she removed the pillow, coughed a bit and said, "Okay birdy! I promise not to fire and stuff."
She waved her arms and said, "Don't worry, I'm sure there's lots of people here like you." Were there? Hell if Danny knew.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 8:58 pm
"Indeed, there's an entire dormitory set aside for us," Malodore said, wryly. "Va bene. I shall let Nurse Cricket know of your needs. And, ah, I hope you recover posthaste," it added, bobbing its head politely.
She'd be less of a fire hazard then.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 9:50 pm
Danny marveled at Malodore's intelligence. "A whole domitory?" she said, mostly to herself. It couldn't be possible. How could they accept that many into amityville? Just where was this dorm kept too? Danny hadn't seen any dorms like that at the school so far. If Malodore said it though, it must've been true though.
There was an entire dormitory of birdies.
She would have to investigate this later, but for now she was starting to feel a tad lightheaded and nauseous once again. Her illness was starting to take over again. She leaned into her pillow in pause for a moment, and then apologized rather weakly.
"B-birdy I think you might wanna l-l ..." she sneezed, letting out a tiny flame and then continued her sentence like nothing had happened, "Leave."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 2:37 pm
"Ah, si," it said, taking an automatic step backwards when she sneezed. "I will let Cricket know of your needs. She does not fear fire, so I am sure she can tend to you."
It was weakness, and it hated to go - a proper doctor did not fear anything, and yet the flame hit something primal, deep in its brain. It could not get closer to her to tend her... it simply could not.
Malodore bowed to her once more, in silent apology, before fleeing.
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