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Open this FUCKING DOOR - Edrei - 02-20-2019 Edy hadn't even carried a dead body before. As much as she didn't want to believe it, it seemed like Amalia was cooling in arms as she stomped through the snow. [say]"Oh no you fucking don't."[/say] the teenager grunted through grit teeth. Fire bloomed around the pair like a bubble, with Amalia's fish swimming bizarrely behind. Could the monsters see it? Probably. But Edy was about ready to barbecue the ever loving fuck out of anyone who got in her way, so rather than being cautious, she was being brazen as all hell. In her mind, she just kept playing the scene at the perch over and over and over again. Who the fuck even cared about some mythical ass bird and what had happened to its perch. How the fuck was that at all important? She didn't know. She couldn't understand. All her mind was focused on was how she was going to get the Rathskeller crew to open the door. Luckily though, she had just enough magic in her to force her way in, if they wouldn't let her. All but collapsing against the door, Edy kicked the bottom of it several times with her boot. [say]"OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR. IT'S EDY AND THE BOSSY LIBRARIAN BITCH AND I'M PRETTY SURE SHE'S DEAD AND I SWEAR TO ALL THE RANDOM ASS GODS IN THIS PLACE IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR I WILL EXPLODE IT TO SHIT AND THEN WE'LL ALL BE FUCKED."[/say] #tact #charisma #silvertongue RE: Open this FUCKING DOOR - Bastien - 02-20-2019 Bastien quite liked getting to look over the bar by himself. When it was his little kingdom he got to rule it as he wanted, position the bottles how he liked and have easy conversations without Edy's constant oh so witty commentary (he was actually rather fond of her, especially after their...intimate encounters, but she could still irritate the hell out of him on the wrong day). [say]"So, have you seen Remi? He's been having a very eventful da--"[/say] He was telling a patron when there was a loud thumping at the bar. Immediately, automatically, a hush fell over the room as everyone looked to each other: Another monster? Another trick? Another Ronin? Confidently (not at all how he felt, but someone had to be) Bastien walked to the door to listen, but it turned out he didn't have to listen very hard. The unmistakable voice of Edy spoke out. He had no idea who the 'bossy librarian bitch' was, but she sounded desperate so he quickly set about undoing the latches and locks. [say]"Be patient, signora infuocata. There are a lot of locks."[/say] But finally he did get it open, swinging the door wide for Edy to come in with Amalia then shutting it right behind her. As he caught sight of them his eyes widened. [say]"What happened to you!?"[/say] RE: Open this FUCKING DOOR - Deimos - 02-20-2019
RE: Open this FUCKING DOOR - Edrei - 02-20-2019 [say]"I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT YOU'D HAVE FASTER FINGERS BASTIEN"[/say] Edy screamed, the panic real now. Fire around her was one thing and might have kept the librarian's body warm, but it did nothing for the way it emphasized just how pale her cheeks had become. As soon as the door was opened, Edy burst through. She looked wild; covered in ash, sweat, bleeding only slightly, her hair a tornado around her head. Crazily and almost without seeing, she staggered into Deimos, her arms shaking as she tried to deposit Amalia into his arms. Looking towards Bastien with wide eyes that looked like they'd lost all semblance of humanity, there was only one name on her lips. [say]"Vai—"[/say] The word was a mumble, and then finally, in the comfort of the only place that had ever properly taken her in, surrounded by faces she was familiar with, Edy fucking screamed: [SAY]"VAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"[/say] RE: Open this FUCKING DOOR - Amalia - 02-20-2019 Dead. She is dead. Amalia does not move. Edy does- she runs and bumps and screams and flames, and though these things should bother Amalia, they really and truly do not. Her heart does not beat; her breath does not stir. Her blood, once hot and heavy and ready to rush at the slightest provocation, sits and stagnates within her veins. The sunlit girl is going dark. Or nearly. Somewhere deep within her, something flickers. A synapse fires; a muscle twitches. A dream, perhaps, of what life is supposed to feel like- or is it a memory? A deep voice, a warm hand, a pair of vibrant eyes. Mother? No, her mother would not be here. Sentimental deathbed visions were never Rishima's style. Grandmother? In the darkness, a face, crisscrossed with laugh lines, brown and worn. It hurts to look at (or is she feeling it? Tasting? Smelling the familiar crusty bread and fresh tilled earth, jasmine flowers and wood?), yet she cannot turn away, cannot think or dream or yearn for anything else. A voice - her voice - calls out in silence. [say]"Nani? Nani, shut the door, I'm cold-"[/say] No, the voice is not hers- or it isn't hers as it is now. It is her as she was: young, hopeful, full of youth and vigor and curiosity and life, always on the woman's heels, always ready to help. She can see that child (she is that child), standing in the bitter cold, her grandmother a silhouette in a darkened doorway. Why is it so dark outside? [say]"Nani, please, don't go-"[/say] "I have to beti. I'll be back soon." A hand on her arm. A voice in her ear. She pulls against it, and in the real world her body moves, a spasm of electricity stimulating musculature. Life? Questionably. It stops quickly as it occurred, but it's something, something more than nothing. She pulls again, and the hand comes loose. The door is empty now, swinging open, but it isn't dark. It glows, pulses with a red halo of warmth, a promise, a whisper, a haunting and tempting song. It calls with a voice - her grandmother's voice - and Amalia takes a step toward it, yearning. [say]"Nani?"[/say] she questions, tears on her tongue. Beyond that door is everything she has ever wanted. Peace. Happiness. Family. Love. Beyond that door is her grandmother, her mother. Beyond that door is death. RE: Open this FUCKING DOOR - Vervain - 02-20-2019 There was a sleeping fucking baby in an underground world chock full of people with monsters crowing outside, and Edrei wanted to scream her fucking name? Vai was ready to shake the Launceleyn when she rushed out from the back room of the Rathskeller, her wild curls loose around her face, her sleeves rolled to the elbow and a face like thunder. [say]"What?"[/say] she all but hissed through the silence that had dropped over the tavern. Then she spotted Amalia, and Deimos and Bastien gathered by the door. All thoughts of gagging Edy with one of the rags from the bar left her mind - instantly, Vai moved to one of the larger tables, barking orders for people to move and to move their shit off the table at the same time. [say]"Put her here,"[/say] she said quickly, already rubbing her hands together as if to warm them up. Blue eyes flashed to Deimos and Bastien. [say]"Make sure that door is locked tight,"[/say] she said. [say]"Then if you two fine gentlemen would come over here and hold the lady still, I would appreciate it. Once I start to heal her she might regain consciousness, and I'm worried she'll move around too much."[/say] RE: Open this FUCKING DOOR - Bastien - 02-20-2019 Bastien was already very keen on making sure the door was shut tight, having had the reality of Longnight proven to him several times over now. He wasn't about to dismiss it as a fairytale again, not after seeing someone die right by the door and taking Ronin in. He made sure every latch, chain and lock was back in place before he turned to the rest of group. [say]"Apologies, Signora."[/say] He mumbled as he hooked his arms around Amalia, one around her waist and the other holding back one arm. As dead as she looked it felt disrespectful to not apologise. He didn't hold on too tight, almost certain Vervain could not bring her back enough for it to be a problem. Once Deimos had grasped hold as well he nodded to Vervain to start her magic. RE: Open this FUCKING DOOR - Deimos - 02-20-2019
RE: Open this FUCKING DOOR - Edrei - 02-20-2019 Edy had eyes only for Amalia, even as the beef-cake pulled her oh-so-easily into his arms. Nearly pale with worry (though lets be real, not that pale), her dark eyes snapped to attention as Vai appeared. Relief coursed through her instantly, and shockingly enough, tears appeared in her eyes. Glancing wobbily towards Bastien, she watched him lock the door, her teeth gritting and grinding with every bolt. Only when they were all closed, did she relax a fraction. Raising her hands (her fingers trembling), Edy suddenly bathed fire and heat around Amalia's body, still wanting to keep her warm. RE: Open this FUCKING DOOR - Vervain - 02-20-2019 [say]"Thank you,"[/say] Vai murmured as Bastien and Deimos arranged Amalia on the table, and she paused to let the flames flare up around the young woman for a moment before shooting a weak smile at Edrei. [say]"Hey,"[/say] she murmured. [say]"You're safe now. We'll talk about why you weren't inside later - for now, I think you could use a strong drink. And so will she, when she wakes up."[/say] Wasting no further time (and with her hands now softly aglow), Vervain approached the table and let her fingers hover over Amalia, her eyes closing. This was by far the most serious set of injuries she'd had to try and heal, but while Vai was no master, neither was she a greenhorn. An expression of concentration flickered across her face as she focused her energy around closing wounds and soothing burns, knitting skin and healing muscle. There was absolutely no way she would be able to heal away everything, but hopefully it wasn't too late to bring Amalia back from the brink. RE: Open this FUCKING DOOR - Amalia - 02-21-2019 The door- She takes another unsteady step toward that perfect rectangle of light, reaching, aching, yearning for all that waits on the other side. It would be so easy to just step through, slide her broken body into that promising cold and let her fear, her anxiety, her inadequacy die with her. Hasn't she come far enough, suffered long enough, wanted badly enough to be saved and save the world from herself? There is nothing for her, in this world. Her grandmother is gone. Her mother is gone. Her gods are gone. Another step. Why is it suddenly hard to move? Something is grabbing at her: she can feel the weight of it on her hips, her shoulders, her head. Gritting her teeth she struggles against it, pushing on toward the beautiful door, fury suddenly in her breast. How dare they try to keep her here, to bind her to this nothing place! To pull her back into this prison, when she has come so close to peace! A scream rips through her, howling, inhuman, but the hands that grip her do not yield. [say]"Nani!"[/say] she cries, but her grandmother does not answer. The door is closing now, the red glow growing dim. In its place, starlight swirls, inky night interrupted by pinpoints of distant, unattainable light. It feels warm, hot even, as it envelops the girl, covers her eyes and fills her mouth. No! she sobs, but the cry is muted, muffled by the strangling night. It fills her lungs and she chokes upon it; it sears her veins like fire. She can feel it in her neurons, her muscles, her bones, aching, burning, a greater pain than she has ever known. She wants to scream but her voice is frozen; she wants to thrash but her body is bound. Tears well at the corners of her eyes. She does not want to be here, she does not want this, she had chosen-- Amalia gasps a shuddering breath as life makes her its captive once more. RE: Open this FUCKING DOOR - Bastien - 02-21-2019 Bastien watched Vervain approach absolutely sure she was doing a fool's errand, that there was no way to save the clearly dead girl in his arms. It was a shame, and in some ways Vervain's attempt was honourable, but...holding a corpse in this way felt disrespectful to the dead. Still, at least they would realise it was pointless soon and they could organise a burial-- Then Amalia sputtered and coughed and came to life. Her body seemed to flinch and move under his arms but it was easy to hold down with her weak strength post-death. Bastien stared at her with amazement, then lifted his eyes to Vervain. [say]"...That....is...amazing, signora. My. You just brought a girl back from the dead!"[/say] He had thought Vervain capable and impressive before but now he was completely in awe. RE: Open this FUCKING DOOR - Deimos - 02-21-2019
RE: Open this FUCKING DOOR - Vervain - 02-23-2019 The girl beneath her hands, lifeless only a moment ago, gasped and shuddered and returned to the waking world (sort of), and Vervain let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Her smile was a touch awkward as she looked between Bastien and Deimos; a healer she had never been, not before arriving here. She had hunted, had tracked, had survived. But whatever gods or demons that governed this place had decided a new path for her. [say]"Thank you,"[/say] she murmured to both of them. [say]"I don't know if she's out of the woods yet, though. She needs to get upstairs--"[/say] I need a healer up above, right now! Vai's head whipped around, catching sight of a woman at the bottom of the stairs. [say]"I..."[/say] She frowned, glancing back to those around Amalia. [say]"There are supplies behind the bar. Basic first aid, but you should be able to do what you can. Take care of her,"[/say] she murmured, before heading away to follow the woman. |