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 Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 5:43 pm
Calder continued to lay there, barely listening, and more displeased that everyone was up and he was in bed. It was warm here. Too warm, but that didn't mean he wouldn't mind company. It made him feel safe and protected.
The mention of gardens had his mind, one foot in unconsciousness, dreaming about plants. He was hungry, and he smiled at the idea of being surrounded by plants. To just grow into a garden. "I'll be the garden, Barth can be the roses." Lot of thorns. It would be the best garden ever, protected by dangerous thorn bushes. A perfect place to collect fear. To lure and trap.
Calder opened his eyes again to look up at the undead. "You're invited." Malodore could take all the roses he wanted and dry them himself for it's next date. Wouldn't that be nice?
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 5:54 pm
Malodore couldn't frown, but the tone in its voice covered things nicely. "Hm. For undead, being... planted... is a rather serious affliction. I can only hope the same is not true for kelpies. How would they treat this..."
It remembered Calder talking about how he only knew herbal medicines, the ways of his people. So if this malady was common, the cure had to be... something they'd use often. Herbal. A plant. "Calder. Calder, listen... is there a plant? A tea, maybe? Something to help you?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 6:15 pm
Calder was trying to go back to bed, but opened his eyes again when Malodore called his name a few times. A plant? Oh yeah. "Neh-re-nal." The words were rolled, clearly not of any common vernacular, and almost sounded neighed more than spoken. It wasn't a sound most people could work their tongues into doing. "I'll go get some. We'll have tea. ..." He nuzzled his pillow more. "...but after a nap."
Calder reached out, letting his fingers grip the long sleeves of the undead and held on weakly. "Nap with me?" His eyes looked up, barely focusing but wet, hopeful that Malodore would stop talking and just crawl in bed.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 6:48 pm
Barth turned redder at the roses comment, and hung back quietly as Malodore made inquiries.
He smiled a bit at Calder's request.
"Taking on my job, isn't he?" Barth said. "Can you find it, the...Nehrenal?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 9:12 pm
Calder chuckled at the job comment. Silly Barth. He didn't have a job. He didn't work!
Turning, yet still clinging to one of Malodore's sleeves, Calder reached out with his other, trying to reach Barth who was clearly too far away. This resulted in the kelpie more or less flailing an arm in his directly for a few moments before letting it flop on the bed, exhausted. "Rosey. Come here. Take a nap with me." Wow. The ceiling was spinning!
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 4:48 pm
"Nehrenal," Malodore repeated, committing the odd word to memory. From the way Calder spoke, it sounded like a word in his native kelpie tongue. "And you stay right there," it added, gently tugging its sleeve free of the kelpie's damp grip. "I will obtain it on your behalf... perhaps Barth would be so good as to nap on my behalf?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 5:16 pm
"Ah, good," Barth said in relief. Of course Malodore could find it. Barth wasn't sure if Malodore was from similarly...swampy regions as the kelpie, but hopefully its personal supplies (or the school?) might have something. If not...
"Napping's a task I can manage," Barth said. "Err, if the medication's something you need something...ordered," he said the word with significant distaste, reminded of the fiasco with Christof's labcoat, "you can use my laptop."
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 5:29 pm
"But....but Mal." He panted, trying to reach for the sleeve again to get the undead's attention. "You get lost in the woods. Riley will kill me if you get lost. Don't get lost." Calder turned his head to wave his hand in Barth's direction. "Make Malodore take a buddy." Someone with a sense of direction. "I don't want to loose it."
And the medicine. Calder turned back, seemed to be energized just enough to worry and panic, but not enough to be able to get up and do anything about it, very much bedridden. "They should..." He licked his dry lips to speak. "....be in fallen trees. Half in water. Half on land. Blue buds with black fur." What else would his mother tell him when harvesting these plants? He couldn't remember. His head was foggy. Something important about the plant. Ugh. He couldn't remember it.
No. He had to get it. Malodore didn't know how to harvest them. Adjusting, Calder forced himself to sit up, swaying back and forth a bit. "I'll go."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 12:01 pm
"No. You stay here," Malodore said, firmly. "You are not in any condition to leave this room, let alone go to the forest. I'll take Luce with me, and scream for Riley if I get into trouble. Everything will be fine."
If the kelpie really got going, Malodore was pretty sure it didn't have the physical strength to hold him back... but, well. It could try.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 8:59 pm
"Malodore will be alright. You have to trust it," Barth said, at this point not entirely sure what Calder was babbling about, but confident that most of it was the fever.
"I'll err, I'll stay."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 9:14 pm
Calder flopped back down, whining loudly. "But it's a dog and your all bones. You'll be eaten alive. Take....take....Take Cheezbooger!" The felslime was slinking about and Calder pointed to it. He trusted feline minis over dog ones.
Breathing hard from all the talking, he rubbed his face a moment on the back of his arm to get some slime out of his eyes. "...and don't talk to strangers." He mumbled, wagging his finger at the ceiling before dropping his hand on his chest.
"..and bring a flashlight." It seemed Calder's moment of focus was draining fast. Especially since it was broad daylight outside.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 2:12 pm
"Si, si. Relax," Malodore said in what it hoped was a soothing tone. "I will go and find this plant and bring it back to you." Hopefully once the nehrenal was in-hand, Calder would be a little bit more lucid and could explain what needed to be done to make the plant give up its medicinal properties. If anything - maybe all the kelpie needed was to eat the thing raw? Or inhale its scent?
"I'll return as soon as I locate a suitable quantity," the plague doctor said quietly, focusing on Barth for now. It would try Cadmus' greenhouse first, then the forest, then Nurse Cricket if it found nothing. "Keep him comfortable and don't let him leave the room, no matter what happens."
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 9:30 pm
"I'll err, make sure he stays in bed. ...Thank you, Malodore," Barth said, meaning it.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 2:06 pm
"It is no problem," Malodore assured Barth, then nodded to both of them before walking briskly to the door and slipping out. It would find and prepare this thing for Calder, or else its honor as a doctor would be severely compromised.
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