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Post by rumsztyk on Jul 19, 2017 3:26:22 GMT -8
With his back to Maria, George rolled his eyes in a very telling way. He turned his head sideways, glancing at Maria. His voice was gruff but he wasn't yelling. "With all due respect, I don't believe one person, however trained, would be enough. I will send the guards with you." George stated his decision and moved over to the corner, rummaging through cabinets, finally grabbing a pair of manacles and rope. "The man was charged with assault in the Tavern and attempted to steal a slave, belonging to one of the patrons."
He turned to Cross, addressing him in a stern voice. "The man should be taken to the Sanitarium immediately." He walked up to Leoman's cell, close to the wall. This way, he spared himself the gruesome sight. "I insist."
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Post by Kidney on Jul 19, 2017 11:35:38 GMT -8
Leoman looked upon his growth again, looking to Cross and looking to the rest of this lot.
"It just appeared. One year ago, it just appeared and now, it grows, sapping my life from me."
His eyes still unfocused, his looked down, shirt still yanked up, his secret revealed. It scared him, beyond all this, he feared them watching it grow.
Leoman clutched his serum with enough strength to kill a man.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 21, 2017 11:44:56 GMT -8
/Cross/
He gave only the barest, simplest and slowest of looks over his shoulder; his dark glassy lens seeming to not even look at Maria as she spoke, though he hummed. Somberly, less vim and excitement behind it, rather, a long and slow draw. Only just as it quieted, did it pick up again, as he swivelled to look over his shoulder to George.
The Tall Doctor flexed his fingers about his cane and moistened his lips, swallowing some unbidden temprament as he turned about in full at the apparent Warden's station and tone; perhaps most importantly, tone.
"Hmmm... Tell me, my friend--" He spake, straightening his back with an audible sigh and subtle pop, his shoulders shivering as his mask looked up to the ceiling: too low, in his opinion. Though, no doubt done for demoralization of the occupants; no better way to intimidate a man than to bury him alive.
"-- am I right to presume you... called us; Maria and I, here because of an... anomaly?" He asked softly, motioning to the accompany nurse whom he bowed his head to for a moment before the beak of his mask pointed back to George.
"The... cyst, of such size and diameter. The inflammation of the skin and subtle writhing: it is a parasite." He declared quietly, sincerely, intimately as he took a step towards George, Cross bringing his own hands back to lace over the raven's skull at the top of his cane. He rapped the silvery cap at the bottom of the piece twice on the floor of the prison.
"We must identify how it transmutes... transfers, if it is restricted simply to the corpus or... if its roots are deeper than the physical manifest." He elaborated with a frivolous flourish of his wrist, leaning down and forward toward's George now.
"I understand... That this area is under your... Control. But this medicinal development is under my expertise."
Cross turned and looked to Leoman again, humming as he assumed his hunched, stalksome behaviour and meandered back to the bars.
"To explain why we should not move my patient:
One: Disturbing the parasite further. Such violent manifestation of vile humors tend to be... Terminal... Deathly, when prodded and disturbed. No matter his crime, as... mundane as it is, he has a right to face judgement in peace.
Two: We do not know its means of infection, its... How it reproduces, if it does. We risk infecting the entire Hamlet, at worst. The Sanitarium and all its infirm patients, at best. No... No... we must quarantine until we know more."
He'd raised his fingers and increased the amount raised by the amount of reasons he gave. Though, with only the two, he brought his hand back down and grumbled,
"And... Three... I don't have... any chairs, in the Sanitarium." He grumbled, humming as he shuddered again, looking pointedly at the cyst.
He trained his eyes on the lump, trying his best to divine what he could but... In truth, he felt there was no avoiding the risk of contamination. However, as he flexed his fingers about the tiny phial still set in his palm, he licked his lips uncomfortably audibly.
"Now... Tell me this: Did you have any means of treatment before..? Do you remember where you got this growth?" He resumed his questioning, hunched and focused as a hand drifted to his belt, coaxing the bared raven's skull from the corpse at his belt.
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Post by Shinzon on Jul 21, 2017 14:48:54 GMT -8
Maria was greatly unnerved by Cross' attempt at appearing intimidating in his own subtle way of doing; to her, it was only as if a monster had taken off its mask and showed a glimpse of its true face. Never did she trust the doctor, and the fact that the Sanitarium hosted its fair amount of shady scholars did not help her reconsider the situation. His attire looked as if it was tailored to make him look more menacing that he truly was, his age but a diversion to hide his persona. The raven skull he carried was morbid, and the way his cane tapped against the floor unnerving.
Still, she had to recognize he did know what he was talking about, and despite her general mistrust of him, she had to admit he had a point, and she turned to ward the Warden with a grave nod. "Indeed; we either take our time and check onto this patient, or we risk contaminating the entire Hamlet, or at the very least the Sanitarium where the wounded flock every day; and that, I will not allow."
Her tone was firm, letting George know she would not budge from her position as she looke into his eyes, before diverting her gaze back to the prisoner. Although she remained neutral in her facial expression, she felt a pang of guilt welling up in her stomach. Imprisoned for trying to free a slave; something she might have intended to do, if she was fair with herself. After years of fighting against her fellow man, she believed that they deserved a good life - slaves were no different. And the fact one of them was in town made her greatly uncomfortable.
Taking two steps back, she remained still, waiting. Should anything happen, she'd at least do her job properly; stop the contamination from spreading past these cells. And, while she was quiet and focused, observe this peculiar subject, whose lump all but intrigued her.
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Post by rumsztyk on Jul 22, 2017 5:48:00 GMT -8
They were right. And George hated it.
At first, he seemed to be on the brink of explosion - holding a lungful, his fists clenched and shaking, narrow eyes hidden under a frowned brow and looking at Cross with a hateful glare. But he soon deflated, relaxing, though his face brightened only barely. "Certainly." he grumbled unconvincingly, stomping off to his office for a moment. He exit without the bottle, but with keys. Locking the doors behind him, he unattached one of the keys. He passed it to Maria. "For his cell." he almost hissed, and the sound of the chair being dragged over wood was unpleasant to the ear until finally he placed it within arm's reach of Cross. He then promptly turned to the doors, throwing but a mere "Be quick." over his shoulder, shutting the door behind him much harder than necessary.
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Post by Kidney on Jul 22, 2017 6:31:30 GMT -8
With every smack of the gigantic man's cane, Leoman shrunk further into himself. His head lowered, and soon he looked like his chest might have eaten his head, a crooked bow now a definite cower in front of a man Leoman genuinely thought was capable of eating him.
At the sound of arguing between the warden and these people, he had no idea what to do. The doctor's analysis of the growth on Leoman's chest seemed correct, but anything could be on the table. Leoman now, for the sake of levity, took off his shirt entirely.
Those outside of the cell could see now, with full light and sight of the growth, that very slow, but noticeable growth was indeed happening on his chest.
Leoman was glistening with sweat, and now a deep shake in his body was noticeable, and his skin had the pallidness that reflected his sickness.
His body was thin, his ribs easily seen under the skin and once toned abdominal now atrophied to a weak and slightly rounded gut.
Leoman stood now, his mouth now opening slowly, and soon quietly answered the man's questions.
"It appeared around one year ago. Northeast France."
He looked down at the serum, "No previous treatments...but magical influence has given me this serum. In exchange for my uh...my afterlife. She said I gave up my afterlife, and now I have the serum. It keeps me alive."
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Post by relentless on Aug 1, 2017 17:27:01 GMT -8
A waft of fresh air steamed into the guild hall, the somber blow of a tender evening wafted through the torchlights, causing them to flicker and the coal to flare up for a moment. A slow, methodical tapping of light leather soles tapped against the stone floor of the guild hall as if a dramatic piece of noir jazz was playing quietly in the background to the click of a finger. The door shut, with a loud clack, along with a fashionably dressed man with a fine scent surrounding the napes of his neck stepped through. The smell lingered, quite iconic to those he had conversed with before.
"Hehe... Geeeooorrrgee?"
Duval whistles obnoxiously through the guild hall, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his overcoat open as he waltzed toward the jailing area, making his whistling known throughout the establishment.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 2, 2017 9:15:30 GMT -8
/Cross/
"Mmm-Thank you-hmm..." Mumbling as he pulled the chair over and rested a bony derriere on the top of the back of the chair; setting his cane infront of him as he flexed his fingers about the carrion skull head of the cane.
"... Year... Northest Franca. I see..." The mumbling continued, as he shifted in his chair, leaning his wiry frame to and fro as his cloak swayed with a morbid breeze. His joints seemed to be scarcely contained in their excitement, his fingers in a constant writhing motion as his shoulders waggled in slow gyrations.
"...A serum..?!" He mused, looking at the vial and reaching out, before pausing and looking to Leoman, hand still midstretched. A long, thin and bony finger tapped on the metal bars of the prison in thought,
"... From magical influences." He repeated in a low mutter, and sigh.
"Does this serum typically sooth your... growth?", Cross hummed and tilted his head to one shoulder and tapped his chin with his free hand.
"Do you have more serum?-- Ah, Maria, dear, would you...? Kindly?" He started, then turned and motioned his hand at Maria, his wrist rotating to encompass the rest of the prison room.
"Search the... The room, please?" He paused, and frowned, hearing the whistle from Duval and shuddered, shaking his head.
"... Kh, and find that... whistling." He grumbled with a shake of his head, returning to attendance on Leoman.
"Is that the only growth you have..? Could you turn around for me?"
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Post by Shinzon on Aug 2, 2017 9:43:45 GMT -8
The young woman simply shrugged at George's annoyance, the man slamming the doors shut behind him. "Addiction is a path to damnation", she whispered to herself, moving her fingers as to verify that the syringes and needles were strapped tightly to the retractable glove. A man with a huge, unnatural growth could possibly unleash unnatural things, and she would not hesitate to kill him right here and there rather than risk anything.
Maria sighed at Cross' demand. Truly, he was like a child; poking around with things he did not know, hoping for a result. But it would be hypocritical to condemn it now; she too was curious to learn more about the nature of this man's deformity. Still, she readied her syringes in secret; this man had given up his afterlife to prolong his miserable life, and "magical influences", as the doctor put it, sounded an awful lot like heresy to her.
Taking the beak mask hanging from a strap to her side, she pulled it onto her face and fastened the straps, before opening the cell with the key George had given her. "No funny ideas", she spoke to Leoman in a steady voice as she started to explore the cell. Obeying Cross was driving her mad, but she knew that refusing out of pride would waste her time and the research in itself.
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Post by rumsztyk on Aug 2, 2017 11:14:17 GMT -8
He's heard Duval coming from a mile away, George's face adopting an expression so rare in the last days - a smirk. A forced one, but still. However, first things first. His face once again turning sour.
"Attention!" he bellowed, making sure every guard in the area heard him. Once they were captivated, he continued in a drill sergeant tone. "Jail is under quarantine. No one gets in, unless the doctors inside tell you to - you're going to do as they say, as if you were answering before me. Got it?" he scouted the room with his blue eyes from under a furrowed brow, then continued yelling. "Except if they want to get the prisoner out - no matter what they say, Mer and Scott, you're escorting them to the Sanitarium. The man is our prisoner, a criminal, I want him under supervision. Mer, you will stand watch in the Sanitarium. Shifts as scheduled. Got it?"
He started to move out of the Guild Hall, surely bouncing into Duval on the way.
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Post by Kidney on Aug 2, 2017 11:29:06 GMT -8
Leoman was scared, but moved out of the way of Maria. He clutched the serum in his hand, the pale yellow glow poking from between his fingers as he held it against his chest. He looked at Cross, this monumental man was asking a lot of questions he couldn't answer all the way. But he could tell him, "Yes. I have more serum. It sustains itself through some magical shit I don't know about."
He held out the serum, but in a vice-like grip, he was showing. Not giving.
"I have only one growth, this serum keeps it small."
The growth could still, if seen up close, have noticeable growth. It seemed to be expanding centimeter by centimeter at unpredictable time intervals.
"It's become, incredibly large over a very small amount of time, it's angled underneath my lung, and fills the empty space entirely. Even now, it grows, no matter how much I do."
Leoman's tears collected at the ducts, "This serum is all I have to keep me alive."
"It's been there for a year, and I don't know how much time I have left. I don't know if as i'm sleeping it will..."
He remained silent, turning as so Cross could see his back was free of growths.
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Post by relentless on Aug 2, 2017 11:51:15 GMT -8
Duval walked slow with a slight sway in his hips and a spring in his heel. His hands were stashed inside his overcoat pockets, balled up as he moved forward toward the jail area. Smooth. Sly in the way he moved. His posture rolled up and leaning back as he walked forward, acting somewhat superior.
But that sense of superiority was soon replaced with a sense of comradry as his friend, probably his only friend in this hell hole that hadn't died or gone missing, came walking out of those doors with an iconic smirk.
"Georgie! Ha!"
Duval said with a sudden boom of youth and joy, his voice echoing through the guild hall, shortly taking his hands out of his pockets and splaying his arms wide in portrayal of the Warden. An expression of friendliness and general acceptance passed across his face, as shown by his smile.
"Oof, lookin' dimmer than usual! Rough day mate?"
Duval inquired as he lowered both his hands, but his left hand would soon raise again, his elbow cocked as he approached, awaiting an informal handshake. One of friendship, and brotherhood.
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Post by rumsztyk on Aug 2, 2017 12:58:29 GMT -8
"More like a rough fuckin' job." George grabs the hand greedily, and shakes vigorously. Fuck. Everything. Else. Up until this point he didn't realize how badly he needed Duval's company - his brash humour suit him well.
"On the other hand, you seem as cheerful as ever, wanker." he pats him on the shoulder, not lightly.
"I'm done for today. Perks of being a Warden - there's not many people telling you what to do."
Even though his face was trying to smile, George didn't look very energetic - he was drained, and clearly forcing himself to keep up the game.
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Post by relentless on Aug 2, 2017 15:57:21 GMT -8
"And what are the perks of being me? Let's see..."
Duval says as he brings out his left hand, and produces three fingers.
"One: I'm gorgeous.
Two: I'm also gorgeous...
Annnd three: Best jokester you've ever set eyes on!"
Duval cheered obnoxiously as he chortled in the air, a wide smile pasted across his face. He crisscrossed his legs for a moment as he stood in place, looking about before he looked at George and flicked his head toward the training area.
"You wanna take a bench and chat? Or maybe a walk, somewhere we can chit chatah?"
Duval says in an upbeat tone, rocking back and forth from where he stood.
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Post by rumsztyk on Aug 3, 2017 9:31:23 GMT -8
George gave out a hearty chuckle. "Your jokes are as dry as my mouth!"
He rolled his shoulders, shuffling his feet towards the exit. "Let's go outside, I know better benches - if you know what I'm saying." He winked slyly, going outside and taking a breath of fresh air.
(George exits the Guild Hall)
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