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 Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 2:51 pm
Nishin was no longer there. The room wasn't freezing cold anymore either. The spirit had vanished entirely. Ean didn't seem to be aware of what had just happened. He either could not see his brother-ghost, or he was unconscious whenever Nishin showed up. But then again, he was also sick. And that point was proven as he burst into a round of coughing that tore at his chest and throat like razor blades. Regardless, he waved Aure off.
"Go on, I'll be fine until you get back. My uncle Dragon's study is on this floor. There's a hallway five doors down the hall. Take that until you come to a staircase. The door after that staircase will have the number 4 written on it. My uncle's lab is the door AFTER that one, with the little window in the door. He keeps his notes in a filing cabinet to the back. They're listed by date and name - so either look up 'Benvolio' or the date it was two weeks ago. If the cabinet's not open, there's usually an extra key to it taped under the exam table on the left."
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 3:09 pm
"Got it," he said, standing. "I'll be back as soon as I can." Aure hustled down the hallway, turned into the next hallway, passed the staircase, and passed the door with the number four. Then he tried the doorknob; locked. He pressed fingertips to it, dissolving the metal and pulling the door open. That was almost too easy.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 6:35 pm
The room was just as Ean said it was - and mercifully empty. The filing cabinet was already open. All Aure would have to do is sneak over there and grab what he was after. Too easy... But then again, Ean HAD said there was no one else in the house. What cause would he have to lie about something like that?
The room started to get cold. Judging from the fact that this was a medical lab, there was a good chance it was chock-full of spirits. He'd better get what he came for and leave, if he wanted to leave in one piece.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 12:29 pm
He breathed a sigh of relief and walked forward quickly, flicking through the manila folders with the tips of his nails. It wouldn't look good if he managed to make it work- whatever it was- and then got yelled at by whichever uncle kept this lab-study. He gripped the folder labeled Benvolio between the index and thumb of his left hand and carefully pulled it out from its place sandwiched tightly into the drawer. Aure turned and started to leave the room, mindful of the growing chill (and remembering quite well what had happened last time a room had grown cold like this).
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 8:26 am
The room grew colder... colder... ever colder. But it wasn't Nishin. It didn't 'feel' like Nishin. No - It felt like something far more dangerous. The feeling finally went away when Aure shut the door behind him, however. As to the file itself, it wasn't much to look at. Paper upon paper. But there was some very interesting information concerning the effects of this disease. A great deal of Dragon's speculations were formulated around the idea of the it being a punishment from the gods. The actual passage went something like this:
Two Weeks Into Treatment:
I am being forced to scratch my head over this one. All symptoms are seeming to respond well. They go away... but then they come back with no explicit cause that I can see. It is my suspicion that has me believing that this disease is created by the gods, and spread by some means I have yet to discover. From what I've seen, it's cruel enough to perhaps be a JOKE to them. This thing is no laughing matter. It's causing Ben so much pain to go on this way. You have no idea how many times I've had to look away from him, just so I wouldn't start crying. The pain is in his chest. In his heart. He didn't tell me at first, but when he collapsed without being able to breathe [until I administered CPR], I started to suspect what he was hiding from me. An echocardiogram showed that the lining of his heart is literally being eaten away by something. And fast. If I can't find this, and stop it soon... Ben won't have a heart left.
There was an entry a few pages away from that, and IT was not encouraging at all. This one read:
Fifteen Weeks Into Treatment:
Ben is not doing well, not at all. He's unresponsive - and anything in the room with him appears liable to freeze. But me, or anything living. His skin is cold to the touch. I don't know how much longer he can hold out. How much longer I'll let him continue to suffer. I'm SO CLOSE to a cure... Just hang on Ben... hang on... Please...
The entries after that one [and there had to be more] were ripped out or erased forcibly. It was as if someone, or someTHING didn't want Aure seeing what was written there. But there were a few words legible. And they formed a crude few sentences, spread out over several erased entries.. A warning.
Beware..... the black.... mists. Destroy..... the silver.... souls. He... sees all. Cannot.... hide. Pray to.... the father..... of Light.
A few side-notes on the gods here and there, spread throughout the pages, had already denoted the God of Light - Eriot. Was Dragon saying to whoever was reading this to pray to Eriot?
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 5:06 pm
"Oh, <********>," Aure muttered. He was jogging back as he read- he had excellent peripheral vision, formed from watching several projects at once at the lab- and he couldn't help but be glad that he hadn't already been back with Ean when he'd first cracked open the file. It looked like he had about thirteen weeks at most, enough for a genius like himself to figure something out. And who the ******** was Eriot? Even thinking about divine beings made him think of Croatoan and that blue-haired girl that lingered on the edges of his memories. He pulled a face, but wiped his face clean of much more emotion than vague interest when he turned into Ean's room from the hallway.
The blonde glanced over his friend. "Are you all right, Ean?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 10:27 am
Ean had gone unresponsive. It looked as though he'd tried to get up, and fallen halfway to the door. He was on his side, sprawled, and breathing heavily. Panting for breath. He couldn't breathe again, though he was trying his very best to do so. Honestly, he didn't know why he was suddenly stricken. A few days ago, the youth had been fine. Wandering around the empty castle in perfect health save for a slight cough that had come and gone. Now, this. And it was 'this' that was likely to kill him if Aure didn't continue Dragon's work, and find some sort of cure.
He didn't even hear his friend, too caught up in the struggle of trying to draw breath into his lungs. Too preoccupied with the fight to live to give it much thought.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 6:51 pm
He knelt next to his friend for what had to be the second time in half an hour. This couldn't be good, not at all; maybe he had less than the thirteen weeks recorded in Benvolio's file. Aure, at least, was thankful for the CPR classes he'd taken in Saint Mary's. It made this a lot easier. If he hadn't know what he was doing, he wouldn't have been so ready to do what he was doing and hopefully save his friend's life.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 5:04 pm
Aure wouldn't find it hard to revive his friend. As soon as he touched him, Ean began to breathe easier. It seemed that TOUCH was the medium for healing here. His hand reached up to grip Aure's, and his breathing eased continually the longer the other person touched him. He relaxed.
"Wow...." he said quietly. "I think you have the magic touch, Aure..."
He SOUNDED better, too. So long as he had hold of Aure's hand, he would be okay. Just so long as his hand didn't move. He didn't want the other to go. For more than the obvious reason.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 5:28 pm
"That's ridiculous," Aure said, but he didn't try to let go of Ean. "Touch isn't a conduit for physical health." He straightened and smiled at him. "Let's get you off the floor, okay?" With one hand on his friend's back, he started to help him stand.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 7:54 am
Ean let himself be pulled up into a semi-standing position. Semi, because he had to work to balance himself from the sudden movement. He was still fairly dizzy, and this was starting to play havoc on his system. However, despite what Aure just said about touch not being a conduit for healing... it definitely appeared to be the case just now.
"I think you might be wrong about that, Aure..." he said quietly, keeping his hand clasped in the others. "Your touch is healing me. I know it is."
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 10:56 am
Of course he was skeptical. But he didn't voice it- placebos worked in cancer patients. The theory was probably similar, at some level. And he certainly didn't want Ean to have another episode of respiratory arrest. His breath caught in his throat at the thought, but he hid it passably well with a soft cough. "If you say so," Aure said in a comforting tone.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 11:11 am
"I do say so." he muttered with a sigh, and sat back on the bed, before lying back, and closing his eyes. "I feel so, so tired, Aure. I didn't feel like this before, so I don't know what's going on."
His eyes opened for a moment, then closed again. The temperature in the room remained constant, so the other ghostthing wasn't draining his energy. The only thing wrong was that Ean was sick. Very sick.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 9:13 pm
I don't know what's going on, either. The case file for Benvolio had been enlightening, but not enlightening enough for Aure to do anything. He brushed his frigid knuckles against his own cheekbone. Always now, he was cold. But that wasn't important; later, when Ean was better, he could worry about acquiring gloves. "What do you know about Eriot?" He looked at Ean sidelong, wondering if he knew much more than Aure himself did.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 8:14 am
Ean opened his eyes, looking at Aure, when he asked what he knew about the god. A smirk touched his features, and he shook his head, sitting up for a moment to adjust a blanket over him, then flopping back down. He answered the question as if he DID know what he was talking about.
"Eriot is the Juridian God of Life. He's also Uncle Dragon's father. Or rather, Ben thinks he is. I wouldn't know for sure. Just know what I've read in Erik's texts..."
He paused for a moment to cough, then sighed, and continued.
"Supposedly, he's in charge of bestowing the healing gift on whoever wants it bad enough, or something to that effect. I'm not entire sure how one goes about doing that, though. Seems a little pointless to just flat-out ASK."
Stretching, he chuckled at a thought, and shook his head again while he spoke.
"Actually, I'm not sure how DAD, meaning Ben, got the healing powers he has. Maybe he DID flat-out ask. Why did you want to know?"
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