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 Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2016 10:28 pm
The sun was warm, a blue sky with nearly no clouds above, but a bit of a breeze was blowing across the water so that it wasn’t too hot. It was a wonderful day to be back at the Prytaneum. Such a comfort compared to the cold, icy departure the Chosen had taken not even a week ago. One of the first days Sylvia felt like really venturing out and trying to… well, get back to her new life. But she had something else she wanted to accomplish more.
She had wanted to get outside and to see if she could gather some flowers. She thought of going into the woods, but remembered that Demeter’s dorm had a flower garden – which seemed like a better option. She found someone who allowed her to gather some tulips and daisies and a lily, which she tried to artfully arrange (with mediocre luck).
Once that was finally ready, she made her way to her next stop. The laboratories weren’t far, but she took her sweet time getting there. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure she would be entirely welcome. She didn’t actually really know anyone; she wasn’t even sure she would be able to find the person she was looking for. Nonetheless, she was going to at least try.
She loitered outside the laboratories for a few moments, using the lovely day and the gorgeous view of the shore as an excuse. But that could only last so long. She finally forced herself to walk in and find the area they were using as the infirmary, eyes scanning over the many forms there. It had been a few days, so most people were patched up and resting – either sleeping, as was probably good for them, or trying to find other ways to spend their time. It occurred to Sylvia that if the person she wanted to visit was sleeping, she might have wanted to bring a paper and pen to leave a note instead. Well, too late for that.
She finally caught a glimpse of the deep auburn hair she’d been looking for, and wandered down the aisle to get a closer look. As she got closer, she was sure it was him, and paused to try and compose herself with a deep breath and a smile. Then she reached up a hand to wave and attempt to catch his eye.
“Diryas?” She asked when she was close enough. She was sure he wouldn’t recognize her, but she at least wanted to be sure she recognized the right person. It had been dark and she was tired by the end of the fight. And he had been so pale… His tone looked much better now, though he looked understandably tired. “Did I pronounce that right?” She’d only heard the name once, but she hoped she had remembered it properly.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 9:27 am
Diryas was resting, though not necessarily peacefully. He was bored, something he did not tolerate well. Zebulon had gone for the moment, there being other things to attend to whether they liked it or not, and Diryas had little else to do but stare at the walls and ceiling. At least he had his glasses, so he could see what he was staring at, but it didn't provide him with any more entertainment or distraction. It did not occupy him any better to be able to see the grain of the room's paint job in crisp, high definition detail. Though, he supposed he could make patterns out of the shapes in the paneling on the ceiling. That was a face... That was a dog... That was also a face... That was a dog's face... That was the molecular structure of 1,2-dichloroethane... So someone coming into his room was actually a rather welcome event. He'd been left alone, thankfully, save for medical staff checking on him periodically, and generally would have preferred it this way. However, being left sans book--or even sans notebook; he had a theory he needed to work on--made him considerably more open to strangers coming in. The wave did catch his eye, and he turned his head towards her. He didn't recognise her, no, but it didn't escape his notice that she recognised him and knew his name. He offered a single nod to her inquiring use of his name, reflexively checking to make sure he actually responded noticeably to her. With Zebulon, the high amount of subtle nonverbal communication was fine, but Diryas had enough experience with other people to realise that, occasionally, he needed to offer a helping hand to avoid miscommunication and mistaken impressions. She'd pronounced his name startlingly well, even. "You did." His voice was as flat as always, but he was sitting up a bit, watching her with--for him--clear curiosity. "You are?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 2:01 pm
She smiled to herself, glad to have remembered and pronounced his name well. Something about him seemed a bit detached, though she wasn’t sure if that was just because he didn’t recognize her – which wasn’t a surprise. He had been unconscious during all of their interactions thus far. Still, he seemed to be engaged, sitting up a bit more than he had been before, though perhaps that would have come with any interaction.
“Oh, I’m Sylvia.” The flowers in her grasp shifted to lay along her left arm as the other gestured to herself, and then vaguely towards him, “I, uh… Well, I saw you after you fell in the Alps, and I tried to bring you somewhere safe.” Her hand was back to playing at the bottom of the flowers she held, fingers pressing against the damp paper towel she’d wrapped around their ends. She tilted her head slightly and looked him over, giving a nod and a smile, “You’re here, so I guess I did okay.”
She straightened again, brows furrowing a bit and eyes narrowing as they looked back to meet his, “But I just wanted to stop by and make sure…” Her left shoulder hitched up as she watched him, “Are you okay? How are you feeling?” She realized that this might have been a somewhat strange meeting. She didn’t even really know him. Perhaps she just wanted to know that she had helped. Whatever the case, she hoped he would be okay with her wanting to check in, even if it ended in nothing more than her knowledge that he was alive.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 10:32 am
Mika_Yumi I'm so sorry I thought I'd posted this days ago How was he feeing? Was he okay? Well, like she said, he was there so she had to have done okay; likewise, he was here, so he was doing pretty okay. Especially given the more likely alternative to his current condition. He caught how she... fidgeted? as she spoke to him, and he realised she was likely nervous. Why? From what he understood, she had helped save his life. That answered a couple of the lingering questions Diryas had had about what had happened once he'd lost consciousness. He scooted himself up a little higher in bed so he could look at her more fully in the eye. "I've been better." Realizing his tone, he added, "but I could have been worse. Thank you." He looked down at the IV drip in his arm. "I understand this will be very temporary." Thank god. "I am cognizant and mobile, so I will recover fully with time." Granted, he still had issues with wooziness when he stood up, but he knew that would also go away with time. Zebulon still fussed whenever Diryas moved too much or too quickly--his IV drip was on a mobile pole thank everything holy--but Diryas did not mention that. "How are you feeling?" He didn't really know how long after he'd blacked out it had taken to take the bird down, so it was entirely possible she had incurred injuries to retrieve him. If she had made sure he was safe, it was only fair he make sure as to if she had encountered harm doing so.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 3:18 pm
Sylvia gave a sympathetic smile at his response, though of course she should have expected such an answer. No one liked being in a hospital, makeshift or not. Her smile grew at his thanks, though she felt a bit shy about it. With a shake of her head, she shrugged it off, “No problem. What was she supposed to do? Leave someone helpless in possible danger? She couldn’t really speak for everyone, but she had a feeling that just about anyone would have at least tried to help the same way she had.
She followed his glance down to his IV, “Well, thank goodness for that. No one wants to be attached to a bag of fluids for long.” She had only been in the hospital and attached to an IV once before, but it was not a fun experience. Even with the rolling hangers for a drip, they were usually a pain and a half to actually maneuver, and you had to constantly be aware of the position of your arm or hand. It wasn’t impossible, but it got to be more than a little annoying.
“I hope it’s a smooth and speedy recovery.” She smiled up at him, then remembered the flowers in her arms and held them out, “Which is what these are meant to symbolize, by the way, I guess. I know flowers are a little cliché, but I think they’re pleasant, and sometimes it’s nice to bring some of the outdoors in when you can’t move from a bed.”
She was a bit surprised when he asked after her own health, eyes widening slightly before she shook her head and shrugged. “Oh, I’m fine. I somehow managed to avoid getting too beat up.” A smile crossed her lips. She really was grateful that she’d done as well as she had, though she wasn’t sure how. It probably would have been worse if she’d been defending the hotel more than reinforcing it, but even without that it was fairly surprising that she’d gotten away from the motherbird without much injury. “I’ve mostly been sore and tired, which seems fair. I haven’t really been accustomed to fighting giant metal birds.” A bit of a chuckle escaped her lips as she said so, realizing how silly it sounded even if she knew how serious it had been.[ 389; 1132 total ] Amasis No worries! <3 Stuff happens, tags get lost or forgotten. I've certainly done it before. x.x';
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2016 9:06 am
To be honest, Diryas on some level did expect somewhat to be left where he lay should this happen again. He would be happy to be shown otherwise, and it was not meant as a slight against his fellow Chosen, but it did still impress him that Sylvia had retrieved him when Zebulon could not. Their duty had been to the people on the mountain that they were sent to help, not necessarily primarily to one another. Even if she didn't think it was that big of a deal, Diryas was going to remember she had done it. As if echoing her thoughts, the monitor on the IV dispenser let out a shrill beep, making Diryas jump a bit. With a grumble that was purely mental, he straightened out his arm and reached for the flowers Sylvia was offering him. He didn't mind the cliché, really, and he laid them on his lap. Arm straight, this time. He was used to being in a lab, so it wasn't so much the outdoors he was missing, but the flowers presented a welcome change in his environment. "Thank you." Relieved she had not come to much harm retrieving him, Diryas let out an amused whuff of air through his nose at the way she phrased her reply. "Hopefully we don't have to do it again anytime soon." He could use a break that didn't keep him bedridden, to be quite honest. A rest from his bedrest. And even those that had not been made to stay in bed for this long would probably appreciate the chance to do something else in a warmer climate. They wouldn't be able to do that until they were all done here, and Diryas couldn't make sure he was completing his duties if he was laid up in recovery. "Who were you chosen by?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2016 1:28 am
The beep startled Sylvia too, and she gave the monitor a confused look. She wasn’t sure exactly what it meant. The IV fluid was still dripping, but perhaps there was something else amiss? Or it was a reminder for a different med? The beep seemed to stop after a moment, however, so Diryas must have done whatever it was the monitor wanted him (or someone) to do. She smiled at his thanks and paused over her response before finally saying, “You’re welcome.” She’d almost said ‘anytime,’ but she didn’t want to imply that he might be here again. She hoped none of them would, but… well.
Sylvia’s eyes went a bit wide at Diryas’s comment. “Definitely. If I never see a metal bird again, I’ll be happy.” She hoped it was likely that she wouldn’t have to deal with those… things again, but she wasn’t exactly sure how common something like that was. Would the birds recover? Did the Chosen often have to fight back the same monsters? Even if the birds didn’t come back, she was sure there would be another situation that presented at least an equal amount of struggle and damage. She just hoped it wouldn’t be soon.
She perked a bit at Diryas’s question – anything to stop worrying about having another run-in with the birds. “Oh, I’m one of Aphrodite’s chosen.” She offered a smile. She still wasn’t exactly sure what she had to offer as an Aphrodite chosen, though she figured that her goddess probably appreciated that she worked with those trying to make their love last. Hopefully, in time, she would either figure out what she was chosen for, or get comfortable with being clueless. “And you?” She vaguely wondered if she could guess before he answered, but she hadn’t met enough Chosen to make general assumptions about people, and she wasn’t sure she remembered enough about the gods and goddesses to try without more information.[ 322; 1,454 total ]
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