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 Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 7:57 pm
Trevor Bolezni Brassens Escrito está. Tu nombre está ya listo, temblando en un papel.
Aquel que dice: Abel, Abel, Abel ... o yo, tú, él ...  Trevor looked at the charm marks on her collar, deducing easly the other two markins due to their simplicity. He was not surprised hearing what she was. Being in the magical artifact business, the term with does not makes the resemblance of an evil entity by default, but more an image of posibility to know more about magic.
He thought for a moment hearing on whether his disease was diagnosed or not. "Muscular Dystrophy; however, no one was able to pinpoint the cause at the time. All I know is that it is possibly thanks to a curse, but neither origin nor purpose are clear to me at all." he said as he remembered all the studies done to him and as well as the endless paragraphs he had read about it. "Yes, I need someone to take care of it and other things around the house."
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 8:07 pm
 ✖ ✖ ✖ Teyha Hiba Lockra ✖ ✖ ✖ Despite her best efforts not to, Teyha winced at the diagnosis. She looked down for a moment, unsure exactly what to say. The disease was a death sentence without magic, and even with it no one could halt the diseases progress forever. In theory she might be able to give him mobility back, a chance at some kind of a life... But that was all speculation.
When she realized where her thinking was directed, Teyha shook herself. She had to remind herself that he hadn't purchased her, and she wasn't sure if he would. "Curse?" She asked instead, leaning against the bars. "I can't say I am skilled with curses, was it one that could mask the symptoms of the diseases progression?" she asked, and gestured lightly for him to come closer to the cage. "May I?" She asked, holding out a hand towards his forehead for a delve. "I could do this from here, but the results would be bad.I could tell you what kind of slave you would need."▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ Anonymity is impossible ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 8:20 pm
Trevor Bolezni Brassens Escrito está. Tu nombre está ya listo, temblando en un papel.
Aquel que dice: Abel, Abel, Abel ... o yo, tú, él ... Trevor nodded and headed slowly closer to the cage, not because he would be nervous on what might happen, but it was in order to save some energy in case the illness came. "I am not looking for someone to take out the curse - if any - for we're all going to die one day or another..." he said as he closed his eyes for a while. "I need someone that can be able to give me a bit of mobility and aid in the house."
He looked at the slave, and began to wonder what would she do. One thing was almost certian, she was going to be the first real investment in the magic business, and probably the most important, for it concerned his own health and not wealth nor reputation.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 8:30 pm
✖ ✖ ✖ Teyha Hiba Lockra ✖ ✖ ✖ Teyha glanced nervously up at the master just once more before pressing the very tips of her fingers flush to his forehead. Her eyes closed as she weaved the intricate spell into him, probing lightly into his body to seek out the disease and know it's progression.
It was what she feared when he told her of his condition. The disorder was fairly progressed, and he was not exaggerating when he told her he was lucky to continue breathing some days. "This will be uncomfortable..." Teyha whispered in apology as she altered the spell. She closed her eyes and let instinct work, repairing some of the damage done by the disease. The chill of her delve dissolved to a soft burning and she worked frantically, mostly on his stomach and leg muscles, hoping to combat at least some of the damage before he pulled away and moved on. Her mouth twisted down into a frown when she felt how weak the disease made him, and she drew in more magic, seeking to pull the energy needed for the quick healing from herself instead. ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ Anonymity is impossible ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 9:15 pm
Trevor Bolezni Brassens Escrito está. Tu nombre está ya listo, temblando en un papel.
Aquel que dice: Abel, Abel, Abel ... o yo, tú, él ... Trevor could feel a warm sensation on his legs and his abdominal area; and, even though it did not felt returning into a normal state, it was enough for him to move in a better way. He looked at the expression of the witch and he could see that she was having a bit of trouble. "You okey? You don't need to overdo it." he said, for he had no knowledge whatsoever on the slave's powers, added to the fact that she was not his slave yet made him a bit worried.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 9:25 pm
✖ ✖ ✖ Teyha Hiba Lockra ✖ ✖ ✖ Teyha waved away the master's concern and focussed on the task at hand. She rebuilt a thin layer of muscle acros shis body cell by cell, hoping the healthy tissue would help with his mobility. "Nothing a good meal and long nap wont cure." She told him absently, not wanting to be distracted while she worked. She grunted once almost inaudibly as she finished, trying off the last of her weaves. Slowly she withdrew her hand, and leaned against the bars of her cage, looking tired but not unhealthy. If anything, she seemed to glow, a wide smile on her face from being able to at least do something useful that day. "It's not much." She apologised. "But maybe enough to help you move a bit easier."▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ Anonymity is impossible ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 9:41 pm
Trevor Bolezni Brassens Escrito está. Tu nombre está ya listo,
temblando en un papel. Aquel que dice:
Abel, Abel, Abel ... o yo, tú, él ... Trevor felt better than any other day in the past years, as if the disease had not progressed in them. He heard the slave's words and looked around them. "A good meal in this sort of places doesn't makes a lot of sense..." he said. "But you will get a good meal once we go home."
Even if the slave mentioned that it was not much, Trevor felt that it was more than enough. He had hopes on getting his hands on a slave that could pretty much help him whenever his condition would worsen, but he had just found someone that managed to give him a bit of hope.
"Who's resposable on handling the slaves to the masters?" he asked, still looking around in the case he managed to see the store owner walking through the shop.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 9:54 pm
✖ ✖ ✖ Teyha Hiba Lockra ✖ ✖ ✖ Teyha started to shrug. "Good enough..." She said softly before the man continue, and she openly stared. Of course his decision made sense, looking around she could see no other slave with any obvious interest in him or his condition and wondered if there were any more healers there at all. Still she stepped back, and cleared her throat nervously, not expecting to be purchased and whisked away so quickly. "The young boy who looks part monkey." She blurted, looking around for the odd tracker. "I'm sure he's around here somewhere. Zayle is his name, I think?"
She glanced up just once more, twisting the loose fabric of her worn coat between her fingers nervously. "Are you sure you want to buy me? I'm just the first slave you've talked with."
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 10:12 pm
Trevor Bolezni Brassens Escrito está. Tu nombre está ya listo, temblando en un papel.
Aquel que dice: Abel, Abel, Abel ... o yo, tú, él ... He looked around to find the tracker, but he was no were to be seen. Part monkey, won't be hard to find he thought. He turned to the slave and realized she was acting a bit nervous. He heard her question and thought for a moment, not doubtfull on whether to buy her or not, but on what to say.
"You've prooven to be more than what was I searching." he said with a small grin on his face. He looked around and spoke with a lone tone "A real slave is not just someone that obeys - it cares and lends a hand when possible. They did not."
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 8:58 pm
Um Hey I was in this rp as jeshica the bitchy tracker welll um I would like to begin in this rp again sorry my internet was out so I couldn'y get on. If need be I will be something Else I would rather be a tracker but I want to make a new character not the old one please.If that is okay with yall.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 2:13 pm
((So post and ask in the ooc and you dont need permission to make a character...))
Zayle wandered about the shop after dealing with the newest pet and getting her settled in to a cage, soon he noticed the newer master in the shop. It was a busy day today. "Hello sir" He said walking over to him and Teyha. "Can I help you?" He asked looking between him and her
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 4:24 pm
((I already got it if you didnt read))
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 5:02 pm
Jeshica Jeshica Walked into the shop a small flame flickering in her palm.
She saw zayle talking to some man looking at the witch girl.
She put the flame out and walked on to see a red haired girl that looked about 18 she looked groggy and she could tell that the girl was a vampire.
Jeshica tapped on her cage.
"Why do you look so weak you are a vampire aren't you shouldn't you look a little better what blood rashins do they have you on?"
She said in search of the girls clip board.
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