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Post by Outisakanobody on Aug 2, 2017 16:36:51 GMT -8
"Oh...I can't ask this of you...Now I'm being selfish...Libourg...You don't need me. You can do much better than me." Celeste says, wailing in despair.
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Post by relentless on Aug 3, 2017 8:14:29 GMT -8
Libourg took hold of her shoulder, shaking his head at her.
"Duty is but a fabric of artificial creation, such as pride. Life, and happiness, is everything else in this world... to me, you are that 'everything'."
Libourg states somberly with a weak smile, his arms wrapping around her and embracing her in a gentle hug.
"I choose to do this. I want you to be happy, and if you're happy, then I'm happy."
Libourg reinforced his previous promise, brushing the back of her neck with a soft hand.
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Post by Outisakanobody on Aug 3, 2017 9:18:57 GMT -8
"I'm...so confused..." Celeste says, holding onto Lib tightly and lightly crying.
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Post by relentless on Aug 3, 2017 11:01:32 GMT -8
"Oh Celeste... what are you confused about?"
Libourg says as he maintains the hug, stroking the back of her head, with an occasional hiss of pain in his throat as his injured arm were stuck inbetween the two of them.
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Post by Outisakanobody on Aug 3, 2017 11:56:54 GMT -8
"I don't know what I want anymore." Celeste says, still crying quietly.
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Post by relentless on Aug 3, 2017 12:08:47 GMT -8
"Well.."
Libourg says as he lowers himself slightly, pulling away from the hug a little so he could get to face level with her.
"I'll give anything you want. I just want to see you happy, it's what you deserve."
Libourg promised yet again as he held her by the shoulders, cracking a half broken, sympathetic smile at her.
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Post by Outisakanobody on Aug 5, 2017 9:29:44 GMT -8
"Maybe...we should go to Grace's sermon." Celeste says, wiping at her eyes and trying to get a hold of herself.
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Post by relentless on Aug 5, 2017 9:32:23 GMT -8
"Y-yes, rightly so. Come, it'd do us good to hear the wisdom of Grace."
Libourg says in a much chippier tone, taking hold of her hand gently with his working hand.
"Don't be sad. I love you too much to let you feel so diminished."
Libourg encourages, giving her a partial nudge and moving steadily toward the exit of the cell.
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Post by Outisakanobody on Aug 5, 2017 17:54:02 GMT -8
Celeste goes to the the Abbey just in time for the sermon.
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Post by ollieander on Aug 28, 2017 19:50:44 GMT -8
The tip of the feather pen left small blotches of ink as it was tapped to the clipboard time and time again. The doctor studied her specimen carefully, notes jotted all over the paper clipped to the board. Her specimen was but a man; starved with skin that stuck to his ribs, hair matted to his neck and face in knots that smelled of decay and the sea. Lacerations from both blade and claw were littered across his skin, wounds full of infection. He was left to be the girl's guinea pig.
"Secretion of pus," the plague doctor said to herself with her nose buried in her clipboard, "Hunger, thirst, speculated broken bones..."
Silvant trailed off in the middle of her pacing, stopped to think of the notes to add to her observations for the patient. She stared through her goggles at the man, who stared back rather lifelessly.
"Leprosy," was her final addition to the notes before they were hung at the end of the bed for whichever lucky doctor got to assist him next. Afterward, Silvant left the man in his fetal position upon the gurney, the curtains closed of course. She stepped from the patients' ward to have a breath for herself.
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Post by black379 on Aug 28, 2017 21:22:47 GMT -8
Adeney fiddled further with the device, that he assuredly had disarmed... he hoped. Mechanical tinkering was not in his wheelhouse, but the thing had not lacerated or detonated him yet. To keep it that way, he discontinued meddling with the grenade and simply passed it between his gloves instead.
He stole a glance upward now and again to keep from crashing into anything while he walked. He offered doctor Silvant a fleeting look as he almost passed her by. He quickly clasped her gadget in his hands and stared into her lenses.
"Oh."
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Post by ollieander on Aug 29, 2017 19:56:50 GMT -8
"Oh," she echoed back at the other. Then she fell silent, the gestures of her beak let Adeney know he was looked over. Her gaze rested on the contraption in Adeney's hands, almost unable to identify what it was until she saw it was made of metal.
"...My machine," Silvant pointed to his hands rather meekly, "Were you studying it?"
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Post by black379 on Aug 29, 2017 20:46:54 GMT -8
He quirked his head to one side, watching the tip of her beak bob down and up. Making a small smile, he nodded and presented the device toward Silvant. Adeney's green eyes studied for some hint of animation from her, as they met again. Her mask of course was unreadable.
"Something like that. I thought it might be useful on an excursion."
His mind hiccuped, trying to recall how long it had been since he crept into any oppressive foray in search in search of abandoned life. He may not have been responsible for anyone's death, but if he had acted, he might have been responsible for someone's life.
"It's clever, really. ...Are you busy?"
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Post by ollieander on Aug 29, 2017 21:24:55 GMT -8
Silvant stepped close to take the small puck into her own hands, eyes focused to it as it flopped from one palm to the other while it was examined. Then, her eyes flicked to Adeney's for just a minute, before they were returned to the gadget in her hands. Touched by both his thought and praise, the doctor stayed shy and rubbed her thumbs against the edge of the small disk.
"No... I'd just brought in a terrible case, but I don't believe he'll..." she paused to bite her lip, "R-Recovery will just be a bit more difficult for him."
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Post by black379 on Aug 29, 2017 21:55:19 GMT -8
"Hrm."
Adeney watched the woman doctor's dainty hands trace over her grenade. Silvant seemed as withdrawn as usual, but he smirked at the odd thought of her careful, even gentle caresses of the rather sinister device.
His look snapped up to her mask again. Any number of things, in and around the hamlet, proved fatal or morbidly dangerous, so his curiosity didn't linger much to wonder what may have been wrong with her patient.
"Their death would be no fault of yours, don't fret. Only do what you can."
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