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 Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 9:37 pm
The deed was done. Boilfrie-
Ex-boilfriend's heart sufficiently shattered. Loose ends tidied up. His own heart in shambles, fractured like delicate glass.
"I am doing it for his own good," he murmured to himself, slowly dragging himself through the halls.
He ached, down to his bones, but it had no direct cause he could place.
Perhaps it was a sense of dissonance, the affliction that had haunted him--but Ashford knew the truth.
It was guilt, heavy and hot within his chest, licking at his chest cavity like a flame. His own personal bonfire, that he stoked with his own actions. Even if he was not in full control of his faculties, it was his meat sack that committed them.
It was him inside, when it did.
Ashford knocked on the door to Malodore's room, waiting.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 10:09 am
A hail of barking answered the knock, along with muffled words - "Luce, tacere! Ombra! Come away from there-" There was a thump against the interior of the door, then a yelp. Then silence. Malodore opened the door, revealing two cwn annwn pups on the floor behind it, one significantly larger than the other. The larger one was also laying on top of the smaller, pinning him to the ground. "Ah... Ashford, buon giorno," the plague doctor said, straightening at the sight of its guest. It was pleased that he had remembered... but he did not look well. The faint extension of the plague doctor's own empathy was met with a sharp, hot roil of guilt that made it mentally pull back at once. But there was no outward indication that Malodore had sensed anything; it merely opened the door and gestured for Ashford to enter. "Please, come in. It is not much, but..." There was a single folding chair that looked like a good place to sit.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 3:42 pm
Ashford nodded his head in a shallow bow to the other student. He trudged through the door, as if he were an automaton, his body stiff and unyielding. Grateful, the reaper took a seat in the chair, pulling his helmet up and off of his head. There were dark circles underneath his murky sea-green eyes, and worry lines creased his forehead. "I have made the necessary...preparations. I am at your disposal: tell me what you wish to know or what you would have me do. I wish to be of use." To find a cure, if such a thing were possible.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:31 am
"Understood," Malodore said after a moment; it was not going to pry, it told itself, firmly. It was only going to tend to what was its business as a doctor and a researcher, nothing more. Si."For now, I have only some questions... later on, genuine experimentation may begin. I have been accepted as an apprentice to Nurse Cricket, who has proven herself trustworthy in this matter," it added, nodding soberly. "When did this affliction come to your attention? Have you... were you ever touched by one of the Hunters, perhaps? The initial point of infection is where I am most lacking in data... anything you remember about when you may have been infected would be very valuable."
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 3:03 pm
Ash stood still, his muscles locked up out of paranoia. At any moment, he could be lost to it, taken over by the strength of something beyond him. Something ancient and bitter and cruel, using him as a tool and little else.
"I saw some," he started, sharp fangs gnawing at his lower lip as he struggled to recall. " During Christmas. I believe your ghoulfriend was among them, as well as several others. I rode in Aymet's bone-dragon chest, to attack them in the air."
He pursed his lips. "I have had a few encounters with hunters, but they were in the haunted house. I am afraid I am of no use to you, here, in this regard. The paranoia started a long time ago, but it has...escalated. It grips us tightly, it controls us, it guides us." His voice slipped off as the sentence continued, and Ash's grey-green eyes defocused slightly.
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