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High-functioning Bibliophile
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 Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 1:29 pm
A flutter of wings can be heard near the campground. After a second, a black-and-blue haired elf walks from the tall brush. He frowns, rushing over to the scene where everyone is located. Not seeing the two people he looks for, he opens the tent door to the Silverwind tent. He is relieved to find that the commotion does not include his wife and daughter, both still sound asleep, next to each other.
He squats down by Lael and Westley then says, "You're dang lucky I left, Westley. I told the doctor what happened with Kitara and he's sending something he calls a 'helicopter'. A big metallic bird, or whatever it is."
He then turns to the albino woman, seeming even more pale as she takes care of Westley.
"What can I do to help, in the meantime?"
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Margem nods to herself, supper almost done. However, something is pulling at her mind: something's happening somewhere. '...I can't tell what, though...'
((OOC: I was thinking of having Jay's doctor bring the helicopter before I came up with the stabbing of Westley. Way to go, Mr.O, for thinking of that, though!))
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 6:35 pm
Lael looks grim as she answers. "Thank God. I suppose that Kitara's injury was a blessing of sorts, if a helicopter can get here that much quicker. Can you just help Darian get Kitara and Margem ready to go? We're taking them with us."
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 7:00 pm
"Oh the stories I could tell," Darian said with a laugh.
Nathan gently slid his arms under Westley, with his left hand directly on the wound. He pushed on it fairly hard, put not quite hard enough to break the ribs. Smoothly lifting his mutant friend, the half demon turned his thoughts to Lily, and what she must think of how calmly he dealt with all the blood. I guess I should tell her. Better that than her finding out any other way.
(Great minds think alike. Anyone got any guesses as to what Nathan's hiding.)
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 8:40 pm
Lael follows Nathan, holding open the door of the tent for him. "Thank you, Nathan," she says.
((No clue. Sounds bad though. And rather bloody. Mass murder maybe?))
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 10:58 pm
You should man. Write them down and make books. Thats really the only way to make money these days man. Just write out your own adventures you've experienced. And you'll be rich!" The hippie says with excitement
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 9:11 am
Jay nods before motioning to the hippie nearby, "He needs to stop drugs because he has no idea what he's dealing with."
He then goes into his tent and, kneeling by his wife, kisses Kitara on the cheek. She moans a bit, trying to wake up, and stretches. Opening her eyes, she sees Jay.
"The doctor's going to come to pick us up," he says, giving her a gentle hug, "Margem and Westley are going to be coming, as well, so they can be treated."
The elvish woman asks, rubbing her eyes, "What happened to make it that Westley has to be treated?"
"It's a long story. Let's get you ready then I'll tell you while we wait for the metallic bird."
Kitara laughs, "Metallic bird? Whatever you say...."
((OOC: No idea. I'd think that the idea of blood would anger him, because of what happened with his parents, not gross him out.))
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High-functioning Bibliophile
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 6:02 pm
(Hydra:Not mass murder, per se.)
(Margem:Either way, he's completely calm.)
Nathan gently set Westley down on the floor of the tent and turned to seek out Lily to explain. Looking himself over he noticed that he had gotten some of Westley's blood on his shirt. No need to make it worse for her, he thought, removing the bloodied garment, revealing a well muscled torso and arms,. He tossed it to Lael, saying "If you can't find anything else use this to bandage the wound. It's already got his blood on it so it won't make much difference." With that he turned and left, revealing the petagram-shaped burn scar on his left shoulder blade. He walked down to the beach and found Lily burning small patches of grass, as she tended to do when she was dealing with some internal conflict. "Lily," he began.
She cut him off before he could say any more. "What the hell was that? How the ******** are you so calm with so much blood around you?" Her anger was obvious, but Nathan noticed something else as well. Fear.
"That's what I came down here to explain."
"Well, talk."
Nathan sighed. "I can be so calm because I've seen it before. Not just when my parents died. If that had been all I'd probably be worse off than you were. What I'm saying is, I've killed people. Not recently, or at all since meeting you. Now, before you think I'm some kind of monster, consider most people's reactions to me. Add to that the fact that why I left New York I was twelve, just a kid, everyone thought they could take me. The first couple years of my life traveling were kill or be killed. I'm not proud of it, I'm sure as hell not a noble swordsman like Darian, but that's the harsh reality."
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 6:40 pm
Lael sets the shirt aside. Lucky I do have enough bandages or I might have to resort to worn shirts, unsterol as they are, she thinks. With that she begins to tend to Westley. Finding that she's just about out of pain killers she gives him the last of her seditive, putting him to sleep. She then starts sewing him up.
((Aw. Poor Nathan.))
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High-functioning Bibliophile
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 11:13 am
((OOC: I will post a character-post semi-soon, but I have a question for Star first: what race is Cassie?
My thought: the helicopter is behind on taking off and someone has been sent to help. Someone "related" to Margem, but not in the family sense. ...just have to figure out his other half.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 5:54 pm
((When she was alive Cassie was human. Now her technical race is ghost. Can't wait to see the new character, Mar!))
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High-functioning Bibliophile
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 10:25 pm
John, seemingly dazed at all that has happened, has gone off to find Westley's tent and new clothes for him.
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Westley sighs as he looks up to the fuzzy Lael, before falling asleep, "You're not Sam. ...you understand more."
He then falls completely into the darkness of sleep.
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Once the food is done, the redhead steps out of the tent so that she can give Darian his portion of food. Her eyes flicker as she glances around. Someone has spilt blood here. Her mind goes directly to Darian, knowing his skills, but still worried about him. She sets the plates down and goes to find him.
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"It's down, huh?" a man asks through a radio, his skin shimmering slightly as he moves it. Static buzzes through the machine into his ear. "Gotcha. I'm on my way."
'Luckily there's a Mystic near them, as the blue-black haired man said. Otherwise, my trip would be more difficult,' he thinks, closing his eyes.
After a second, a dull popping sound can be heard in the campground. His skin continues to shimmer slightly as he opens his eyes. Seeing a girl nearby, almost like him in body-composition, he goes up to her.
"Hey," he says, his silver hair outlined by the sun's light, "I'm here with the company that's supposed to pick up the two patients. Can I meet with at least one of them? There's a bit of a delay..."
((OOC: You'll figure out more about this character as I figure out more.... He's more like a "shade", I guess you'd say, but he can touch materials [unlike Cassie]. Sorry, Cassie.
Star, you can have Cassie send him over to help Lael.
Anyone have an idea how he might be "related" to Margem?))
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 10:46 am
Cassie looks at the newcommer, taking in his shimmering skin and noting their similar compositions. "What are you?" she says quietly to herself, able to tell that he's not a ghost, but somehow similar to one. Realizing that she said it out loud she says, "Never mind. You're actually picking up three patients now. This has not been a happy camp site. The third one's being looked at by our resident doctor now. Follow me."
She leads him to Lael's tent and peaks in through a crack in the flap. "It's not a pretty sight," she says, sounding almost gleeful. Lael hears and notices her immediately.
"Cassie, I'm busy. What do you want," she says, not looking up.
"There's some guy here. He wants to see you."
"He'll have to wait."
"Actually, he wants to see Westley. He's with the people sending the helicopter." There is a pause and then the flap opens completely. There stands Lael, looking tired with blood on her clothes and hands. Her eyes move from Cassie to the man standing with her.
"I just finished sewing him up. He's sleeping now. Is the helicopter here?" she asks.
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High-functioning Bibliophile
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 1:55 pm
Before they get to Lael's tent, the man says, "I'm not a ghost, if that's what you're wondering."
They get to the tent and, after hearing the short conversation between the girl and the lady, he pokes his head into the tent, making sure that he actually touches the tent.
"Sorry to be a bother, but the helicopter is slow on coming. They sent me ahead to bear the message and to help, if possible. Is there anything more he needs help with, aside a clean environment? If not, I must find this Mystic that the elvish man said about. Margem, her name is," he says before shaking his head, "Sorry to be rude... My name is Ktra Les."
((OOC: No idea about how he's "related" to Margem, eh, Lael?
His name is pronounced "trah less", like the god Ra with a 'T' on the front and like the word opposite of more.))
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 3:58 pm
"Not for now," Lael says, "Although god knows there will probably be complications with his condition. Right now he seems stable. Last I saw Margem was making food in her tent." She points in that general direction.
"Can I come with you?" Cassie asks Ktra, curious about him.
((Gosh, I've got no idea. He seems to be a doctor of some sort so could he be her doctor? Hm... Maybe not. I really don't know.))
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High-functioning Bibliophile
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 1:09 pm
The man nods to the albino woman then starts walking towards the direction that she motioned.
He says to the girl, "Yes, you can come. And you're probably wondering how I'm so similar in composition to you. ...it comes from my genetics, actually."
His sky blue eyes flicker when he looks to her, "Not a ghost, but not fully alive like a human would be. Stuck in limbo, you might say, but that's not true either as I haven't died."
The man smiles a bit, looking forward as he looks for this Mystic he had sensed nearby.
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Margem doesn't see Darian for a bit, and she bites her lip, trying not to be worried.
'He's well-trained and an elf. What could go wrong? Nothing,' she thinks to herself, but something keeps sending a warning signal to her, 'Nothing could be wrong. We're on vacation...'
She continues to look for him.
((OOC: Aka, Mr.Ownage, come back to the thread!
I've sent him a note, no fear, Star.
Also, no, he's not Margem's doctor. They've never met, ever. But something about Margem and Ktra do make them related, in a way.))
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