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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 8 2009, 06:19 PM (658 Views) | |
| Post #1 Nov 8 2009, 06:19 PM | Lucien |
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Bluestone was a quiet little suburb of Frostfyre. The residents were quiet, hardworking sorts and rarely bothered their magistrate. This suited Lucien just fine. He had too many sensative experiments to watch over to be bothered by his citizens. Only his interests for the ADS distracted him. No one knew about his lab. It was under his home, at the end of a long winding tunnel. The Alchemists of Sunfyre would be jealous if they ever saw it. Except for the the poor souls chained to the wall. Lucien was working on an experiment. It wasn't important to the ADS really, but it might be useful if he could get it right. To a formula glowing oddly green, he added the blood extracted from one of his...guests. Both were in a voice-induced stupor. He might have to kill them rather than wiping their memories and letting them go after this. He approached the woman. She was a disgusting mutt, half human, half dwarf. She was short and thick but surprisingly pretty. He'd soon change that. "Open your mouth, my dear and take your medicine," he cooed at her, using his voice and urged her to drink the formula. He unlocked her restraints and took her to a cage where he could observe her. It took hours but finally the woman began to shake and tremble. She moaned and clutched her abdoman. She moaned and whimpered. After several more hours she began to convulse and scream. To most it would have been a disturbing, frightening thing to watch, but Lucien watched with the detatched fascination of a scientist as the woman literally split in half. She was in so much pain she couldn't even scream. The two halves writhed and distorted. One grew slimmer and longer, the other shorter and squatter. After hours of this, two women lay there. They resembled each other only in the eyes and the color of the hair, but one was human, the other a Dwarf. Neither had been strong enough to survive. He walked over to his other guest. This one was a young man, half elf and half griffin. "Perhaps, my boy, you will be heartier," he said and made the young man drink. Edited by Lucien, Nov 8 2009, 06:19 PM.
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| Post #2 Jan 16 2010, 08:56 PM | Lucien |
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Lucien ran more tests for over a year. He was now convinced the formula would work perfectly how he wanted it to. There was no real reason he was doing this except to see if it worked. He did have other ideas for his farmula...separating a dragon's humanoid mind and form from the primitive animalistic dragon form. He knew that would take more than just a few years. That could take decades, perhaps centuries. He waved a hand. That wasn't the matter at hand rright now. It was relatively simple to give her the formula. Human servants were so delisciously supceptible to his ability. Silly girls who thought flirting with an important man was a lark were even easier. He sat in the Tavern watching as the silly girl took a bottle of whiskey laced with his formula to the redheaded woman bent over paperwork. It was a shame he'd be unable to watch her suffering, but he couldn't be anywhere near her when it began to happen, but he would know if it worked right. Oh, he would know. |
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| Post #3 Jan 16 2010, 09:42 PM | Charity |
| Charity had had a long day. She went up to the room she was renting in the Tavern. She really didn't feel good. Her head was pounding and her stomache felt upset, which was unusual given that it usually coated in cast iron. She put her paperwork on her desk and and threw off her boots. She didn't even bother to remove her coat as she crawled into bed. |
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| Post #4 Jan 18 2010, 03:50 PM | Trenton |
| With it being Olivia's day off Trent was busy behind the bar. He didn't usually work this time of day, not because he didn't like the crowds but because he was usually doing the paperwork around now. He'd been watching and serving for two hours now. He'd noticed that Charity hadn't looked so good and she hadn't come back down yet. With a frown he motioned for one of his servers. After a brief conversation with the other man the waiter went off to check on her. |
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| Post #5 Jan 18 2010, 05:55 PM | Charity |
| If anyone knocked at her door, Charity didn't register it. She was curled up in a ball on her bed, a icky cold sweat covering her body as she fought with her roiling stomach to keep her food down. She didn't think she would hold out much longer. Gooseflesh rose on her skin and at the same time, she felt like her wolf forms were having a battle under her skin. She was shovering, trembling and moaning pathecicaly and finally she rolled to the edge of her bed and retched on the flolor, too tired and in pain to do much else |
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| Post #6 Jan 20 2010, 08:10 AM | Trenton |
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Trenton frowned as his waiter came back down shaking his head. The other man hadn't taken the room key with him and so short of trying to break down the frosted ice door there wasn't much he could do to get in. Though Trent didn't know for sure if the man was shaking his head because she didn't answer or because she was sick. It wasn't until the man got closer that he spoke. Keeping their voices low Trent pulled out a set of keys. Taking Charity's off the ring he handed it to the server with strick orders that if something was wrong to find Dahlia or a healer depending on the circumstances. When he saw Roc enter the tavern he sent the server over to him to explain what was going on. The newcomer flirted with all women but Charity seemed to hold most his attention. If someone knew what was going on they might think he was overreacting, but he wasn't a Knight for no reason. And gut feelings were there for a reason. After the time Charity stayed in his inn he knew her habits better then most and this just didn't seem right. If she wasn't feeling good or something she would have told him. Trenton had no doubt something was wrong, and as soon as he knew for sure he'd contact the rest of her family. |
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| Post #7 Jan 20 2010, 08:43 AM | Darroc |
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Darroc had entered the tavern looking for Charity. He couldn't say for sure why he seemed to seek her out whenever he could. While she was dealing with the school he spent his time learning about Caervinis and Stirita laws. His family had teased him that only a lawyer would be so fascinated with the laws of another time and place. He'd learned that while Caervinis itself had laws each place had it's own laws. There was more then enough here to keep him busy. When Trenton looked over at him and sent the server over he lifted a questioning brow. He didn't even let the other man fully explain before he grapped the key and headed upstairs. He never paused in his brisk walk or bothered to knock. Seeing Charity went to her stepping around the vomit. He wanted to send for Damion but he knew it would take too long. There was plenty he wanted to do but his gut said to get a healer...now. Without knowing what was wrong he couldn't even try to ease her pain. It could kill her if he attempted it. Roc barked at the server to go find Vulcan or Jadelyn. Sometime between wetting a cloth to wipe her mouth and pulling her into his lap a maid had came and gone cleaning and leaving a bucket. Carefully balancing her in his arms he untied the leather strap around one of his wrist murmuring to her the entire time. Fable may have been Dag's little sister but she had been like a sister to them all as well. Thanks to a few years of doing her hair they all knew how to braid and do ponytails. After managing to pull Charity's short hair into a stubby ponytail he grabbed the bucket so it was close. It had really only taken a few moments to accomplish but to him it felt as if hours had passed. "Come on Charity you gotta talk to me. I need you to tell me what is wrong," he repeated once more. He held her rocking softly and stroking her back. Though he didn't know as much as Doc he did know that the McIlloych's didn't get sick, atleast not like this. Edited by Darroc, Jan 20 2010, 10:50 PM.
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| Post #8 Jan 20 2010, 07:58 PM | Lucien |
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Lucien watched the sudden but hidden urgeancy filtering around the tavern staff. He watched the stranger from offworld...a man of the law if his information was correct, suddenly bolt up the stairs. Oh how he wished he could observe this, but he sometimes reason the mere observation of an experiment can change the results. He was content to merely sit and act as though he was wondering whatever could be happening. He lifted a brow as the servent zipped down the stairs and out the door, not even bothering to grab a cloak. Interesting. Were they sending for a healer? He almost laughed.
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| Post #9 Jan 20 2010, 08:05 PM | Charity |
| Charity vaguely felt embarressed that Roc was seeing her like this. She had no idea what was wrong. She was terrified like she'd never been in her life. Something rippled beneath her skin, fur breifly seeming to burst through. Before she could even form an answer, she screamed in pain. The sound was two voices, one human, one not. She convulsed with the pain, her body jerking uncontrolably as if something inside her was clawing it's way out. |
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| Post #10 Jan 20 2010, 10:48 PM | Darroc |
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Roc continued to hold her rocking her and trying his best to offer comfort. He remembered the time that Fable had gotten sick and the three of them had taken turned caring for her because their parents were out of town. He thought of this time in hopes that it would help him in trying to comfort Charity now. Holding her on his lap he held her tightly to him but not so tight he'd hurt her. Laying his cheek on her head he whispered to her, continuelly talking to her. His voice held steady even through the screams of pain. Right now he was beyond scared for her. "It's okay baby. It's going to be okay Charity just hold on. Come on baby come on just hold on. No no sweetheart don't struggle too much," he spoke to her softly not really thinking of what he was saying. He wanted to take the pain from her, he wanted to trade her places. If only he could figure out what was wrong with her he might be able to help. He ignored the fur that was popping through her skin on occasions. "Shh baby I promise everything will be okay," he whispered as he rocked. Everything would be okay even if he had to send for Dag and Doc. Edited by Darroc, Jan 20 2010, 10:48 PM.
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