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Post by Arual on Feb 4, 2008 18:43:13 GMT -5
Scarlet looked at him though not in the eyes directly because for her any ruler should be treated as you were taught unless instructed otherwise, and then curtsied since she was in a dress and not something to pull a bow....especially with her neckline in the style dress she had. "I am a physician, Monseigneur, and I have heard you hold an elf here. If I may ask, is that true?" she said. Her long curly black locks that were held by a reddish hot pink ribbon at the top of her head, flowed all the way to her waistline; and her emerald eyes shimmered in the sunset that was coming on in the sky. Her accent was a tad thick when she spoke, and you could tell her own race put many languages combined- though she sounded like a Frenchman.
(For this time era, including her own...women were inferior....so her being a doctor is like saying She is God and you must obey her....it's not going to happen. So, obviously taking her seriously on that isn't likely.... even though she is in reality- er- THEIR reality. Also, Monseigneur- fyi- is French for 'My lord'. She's from a place which combines Spanish/French/Latin for their own language.)
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 4, 2008 18:58:24 GMT -5
The tribal leader nodded, "We do have an elf here, and we're trying our best to help him if you'd please understand." the man spoke in the same kind manner, finding out that the young woman was a healer wasn't all that suprising, to be honest. There were female healers as well as male healers- so the man had nothing against this female healer being around. "Why do you ask?" He asked, hhis expression a curious one.
Terent wrapped his arms around his torso, shaking in a sickly manner, his eyes still squinting into the sunlight, his tongue was swollen, a sign of severe dehydration, though the healers of the village were forcing him to eat and drink something, though it normally did nothing but send the elf into fits and sooner or later a terror would make Terent vomit, which only made things worse for him. Terent smelled something rancid and his body was covered with a cold sweat, he needed out, he didn't need out now, though... he needed out a long while ago... the need growing ever pressing in his mind.
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Post by Arual on Feb 4, 2008 19:03:36 GMT -5
"I had to deal with him once before, Monseginuer, and his mental health has never been stable at all. It's a matter or urgency." Scarlet replied in that gentle voice of hers as she took a half step forward.
Valdoren was sitting in the grass, waiting for the right time. He watched the sun set and prayed that the two would find a way out. "Scarlet.....please, get Terent fast. I'm not so silent in the night..." he thought as he took an arrow from his back case and held it to his chest afterwards. He was anxious.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 4, 2008 19:18:16 GMT -5
"Jhaer will take you to him, and perhaps you can help us. He has an issue with certain drugs and we're making an attempt of curing him of such problems so we won't have to worry so much about him coming and destroying sections of the village in a fit of madness. If you'd please understand." The man nodded to Scarlet, his expression showing he only had the best intentions of everyone in mind when he made his decision.
A thin woman entered the tent, the same one from before with her tired, ancient eyes looking towards Scarlet. She smiled, she looked like a weary old woman, rather than the young lady she really was. She nodded to Scarlet before motioning for her to follow, "Mr. Terent is right this way." She said in a smooth voice that gently floated through the air when she spoke.
Terent Flynn looked around, he heard more footsteps, though he didn't run towards the entrance, his hopes in being rescued had dissipated just as fast as they had come and he darted to the furthest corner of the room, curling up into a tight ball, his purple eyes animal-like in thier terror. He could picture it now, they'd apply a new tattoo to his flesh, the scraping off of his skin and the acid poured into the wounds, then it would be healed over, though the burning would remain... and still remained. Or perhaps they'd come up with some new way to slowly kill him, like manipulating his limbs and forcing himself to guy his stomach and tear the organs out, dying as he saw them in his fists, only to be ressurrected later that day, still feeling phantasms of the pain. "I don' know anything of Licentia... please, I don' even know anything abou' Virisea anymore... please... believe me..." he muttered quietly.
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Post by Arual on Feb 4, 2008 19:23:44 GMT -5
"Thank you," she said refering to both people when she saw with her own eyes- Terent. Scarlet went to the tent opening, her eyes expressed hurt and surprise as she saw his condition, the gold of the sunset going around her like an angel from heaven. "Terent?" she said in a soothing, graceful tone that mixed a bit with concern and the question of whether it was him or not, "Terent, are you alright?" The guards let her pass through, and she stood only in the doorway as not to scare him anymore then he obviously seemed to be.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 4, 2008 19:32:54 GMT -5
Terent flinched and he saw the strange person in the doorway, "Yes, yes... I'm..." Terent drew in a few breaths, his lungs barely catching any air and small tears formed in Terent's eyes, "I'm ready... are ye new...?" he choked, he hadn't seen this person before, maybe they were just reassigned to his cellblock? The little demon wasn't here... Terent wondered what that meant for today's tortures, he had never missed a single day before this. Terent hoped that today would perhaps be somewhat merciful compaired to the norm. His body quivvered and he looked towards those in the doorway.
"I've been able to calm him at times... though he doesn't always respond well to visitors, he's injured many of our healers already." Jhaer whispered to Scarlet, her tone carried the slightest warning in it for her to be careful.
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Post by Arual on Feb 4, 2008 19:51:54 GMT -5
Scarlet nodded at the other woman's words gratefully "act as though I'm captured, if you could." she said in a voice only just about hearable to the woman beside her before taking a small step. "Terent, my name is Scarlet....." she told him louder with a calming way about her, one that just put you at peace at the sound of it. "Can I sit with you?" She made no more steps as not to startle the poor elf.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 4, 2008 20:14:38 GMT -5
Jhaer nodded, "Okay." She whispered, and she stepped back and the guards barred the exit for Terent and Scarlet, making Scarlet seem like just as much of a prisoner as Terent, perhaps helping Terent trust Scarlet a bit and relax.
"What do ye want?" Terent asked, his wide eyes frightened and purple magic sparked on his fingertips, Terent coughed slightly and his body wretched violently, convulsions passing through his spine and he clutched his stomach, his eyes shut tightly as he vomited into his respirator, the stomach fluid confined around his face now, before it was a simple manner to removing the vomit from the device but not when there was an ever present threat, it was the farthest thing from the elf's mind at the time. Terent poised himself to flee in any possible direction, his eyes shaking in thier sockets as he waited for Scarlet to make a move, anthing at all. The purple magic at his fingertips a fluxuating hue, growing lighter and darker in seconds, as well as shifting closer to red or blue in a crazed fashion.
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Post by Arual on Feb 4, 2008 20:22:48 GMT -5
Scarlet knew she had her work cut out for her, but continued on her perfect act as anything would be in real life, her body shaking too, only not like his was now. "Nothing, Terent.....Nothing at all. I'm stuck here like you are, I flirted with the Tribal leaders son and got caught." she sighed and sat on the floor, her calm lost as she saw the black close in about her, chills running up and down her spine and her face gone pale; and her knees went to her chest.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 4, 2008 20:32:41 GMT -5
Terent narrowed his eyes at her and opened his mouth behind the respirator to speak but his pupils grew small and he gripped his throat with one hand and the other hand grasped the respirator and tore it from his face, the entire lower portion of his face covered with vomit and the sickly yellow substance spun off of the mask and splattered about the room, Terent coughed and small chunks of the vile stuff came from his mouth and he looked towards Scarlet, there was a pleading glint in his eyes, begging her to come to his aid, while at the same moment there was the same fear from before, as if he thought perhaps Scarlet would harm him instead of help him.
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Post by Arual on Feb 4, 2008 20:40:36 GMT -5
The young woman looked at him with a wince after a second of eye contact. "Forgive me Terent, here." The young lady said handing him a tisse like hankercheif to wipe his mouth with along with a bottle of water. Scarlet took up the paper on the ground which she looked and saw was her own. "I haven't felt myself lately is all- I'm not normally as terrible a physician then this, I swear......"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 4, 2008 20:53:17 GMT -5
Terent looked at the bottled water untrustingly, anything that the Viriseans gave you was likely to make your death more prolonged, the water was probably poisoned, he didn't drink it, instead he sat there, coughing violently. He didn't believe this person was actually a prisoner. Reason was something that was fleeting to Terent at this moment, his body shivvered and he was still throttled violently with coughing, his hands clutching at his chest, his respirator dirty and accross the room and the gag-reflex still gripping him, it wasn't a pleasant time for Terent.
A small creature buzzed into the room, B-lining straight for Terent, the little gecko dragon flew as fast as he could and rammed into Terent's stomach, though there was only so hard a dragon the size of your hand could hit something and it was rather useless, except for the fact that Smitty was trying to explain to Scarlet what she should probably try... the heimlich maneuver seemed like a really good idea right now.
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Post by Arual on Feb 5, 2008 17:07:55 GMT -5
Scalet went over and did just that. She knew what Smitty was and his identiy from Valdoren. She did her best to do what she could, but- she's a strong girl, and even that would have at least some affect on him.
(sorry, a lot of homework, start work on Saturday, a project half done on my part due monday and i have not a minute to do more right now Sories)
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 18, 2008 19:07:55 GMT -5
Terent re-vomited the vomit which he had been choking on and that which had managed to get in his windpipe was forced out, spitting the remnants from his mouth to the floor, the hut beginning to smell something vile and immediately he pulled away from Scarlet, still not trusting her and he grabbed his respirator and wiped the substance from it's inside in a worried fashion, he was wheezing as he did so, needing his respirator to breathe. Soon enough, though- he got it satisfactorily clean and he placed it over his face and breathed deeply, he'd need to find something to rinse it off in, but he'd just deal with it for now.
"Mwarararkeee..." Smitty croaked in an annoyed fashion, obviously the comment directed towards Terent as the creature made it's way to Scarlet's head, seated pleasantly there.
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Post by Arual on Mar 24, 2008 15:44:35 GMT -5
Scarlet took her water stash and extended the arm which had it clutched in her hand. "Here, it's clean I promise." she told him in a soft whisper, worried and feeling a sense of defeat she refused to let bring her down. She felt trapped and upset for this whole event; you know, those times of helplessness you just can't get over? This was one of them for her.
Valdoren looked around but saw nothing. Where were they?
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