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Post by twostepsback on Jul 29, 2020 7:15:54 GMT -8
Was it arrogance, or ignorance that made it so easy for Charissa to follow Nasuris to the Sanitarium? Not that Charissa particularly cares either way, as she steals into the sanitarium several paces behind the lady occultist. "I hope this doesn't take too long, I've got an expedition to join..." Charis thinks as she casts a glance in the general direction of the Hamlet's Graveyard, which was the meeting place that was indicated on the bounty board flyer.
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Aug 3, 2020 15:35:45 GMT -8
“To think I’ve gotten soft with this boy. But I must, it is the only way... has to be if I truly want it.” Nasuris muttered to herself, loud enough to be heard by Charissa. The occultist immediately taking a right into one of the infirmary hallways. Meant for those with wounds or even children that are too weak to stay at the orphanage, none being insane or deranged as the deeper levels of the building were. Her steps steady now, having steeled herself after her quick escape of the Abbey and the slower walk through the town square.
They would go pretty far, near the end of the hallway where it turned left into another hallway going deeper into the compound. Nasuris stopping at the final door on the left side, a look of apprehension in her face as she gently reached for the handle and opened it. Leaving the door open, maybe on purpose, or maybe on accident, Nasuris would enter the room quietly.
She would approach the bed, the room very barren except for a nightstand with a toy bear on it, the bed as stated, and a chair nearby, a very light room for someone supposedly injured or sick which would mean there should’ve been more medical gear at least somewhere. Though that’s not what the room was for anymore, Nasuris basically rented it out to keep someone in here. If Charissa looked in she would see the witch moving back and forth along the bed, checking inside her bag and dress for various items while attending to the patient on the bed.
The patient in question was a young boy, most likely around 10 to 13 years old. His same was Jack, someone who lost his mother due to pigs of the Warrens and who Nasuris had rescued. She now took care of the boy, letting him warm up to basically a new mother, trying her best to take care of him and make sure he stayed alive. She had plans for the person who reminded her of her past so long ago, a way of atonement for a sin she doubted would ever disappear. As she went back and forth of the bed, she had placed an apple on the nightstand, books taken from the Abbey for her to read to him later, her own occult items next to those, and finally a bowl for water or any other substance necessary.
She would feel his head, check his pulse, all the while singing a soft melody so that she wouldn’t wake the boy.
“Come little children, I'll take thee away. Into a land of enchantment. Come little children, the time's come to play. Here in my garden of shadows. Follow sweet children, I'll show thee the way. Through all the pain And the sorrows. Weep not poor children, for life is this way. Murdering beauty and passions. Hush now dear children, it must be this way. Too weary of life and deceptions. Rest now my children, for soon we'll away. Into the calm and the quiet. Come little children, I'll take thee away. Into a land of enchantment. Come little children, The time's come to play. Here in my garden of shadows.”
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Post by twostepsback on Aug 8, 2020 9:18:56 GMT -8
((I give up trying to put this post into a narrative format! Charissa sees that, despite whatever is setting off her instincts about Nasuris, she doesn't seem to be up to anything nefarious at the moment. Charis then leaves the Sanitarium to prepare for her upcoming expedition to the Abandoned village of Torki.))
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