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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 6:22 pm
((I'm kinda lost here...))
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 6:24 pm
((lol. Karik's back, he eventually told Father Michael where Saro was(in his bed) and now he(michael) and Zyriaut are going to check on her. You're still with Raen, and the others are in Ako's room. Does that help?))
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 6:45 pm
"Would you like to join the others with me? Or would you rather avoid the risk of being ordered around?" said Jareth.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 6:48 pm
"It's fine. Only a few people say anything intentionally. Everything else is generally simple things." she explained, standing up and finally looking up from the ground.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 6:50 pm
"Very well then." He nodded, and went to where the others were. "Hello?" he said simply. There was a newcomer here he immediately instinctively recognized was a werewolf, but didn't comment.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 6:52 pm
She followed, glancing at the stairs nervously, even though she knew he didn't know she was here.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 5:35 am
Love is like a cloud...
heart Kuscen looked up, then back down- eggs next. And then maybe she could go downstairs again and get some orange juice... That would be nice... Maybe the girl would wake up soon, and she could have something too... heart
...it holds a lot of rain. 
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 3:25 pm
Innis lifted her head from the down of the pillow. She sat up and closed her head in respite, not realizing where she was at first, and then opening them to see Kuscen. She smiled to see her eating and stood up stepping over next to her. "Hey, would you mind coming with me to get something to eat too?" Innis said, her voice oozing kindness so that she didn't seem rude for having someone come with her to get something to eat.
Skeith let Innis stand, as he breathed in the cool air. His inhalation was long and deep, as if he was entering some sort of sudden meditation. His lids fell gently closed as his long eyelashes rested against his cheeks. His cheeks were suddenly flush at the mention of food and he stood up sharply. "Food? I'm in."
Innis snapped her head to the side, glaring at Skeith through the corner of her eyes because she had wanted to get to know Kuscen better. Instead of replying harshly she calmed her nerves quickly and regained her composure. "I hope you don't mind if Skeith comes with us?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 10:58 am
Father Michael ran through the hallway and to Karik's room. He kneeled next to Saro. "Saro! Saro, are you alright?" His eyes filled with worry, hoping that her injuries wouldn't root back to him, even though he knew they would...If only he kept better care of Ako
Syanthe was with Zyriaut as she follwed her to the room that Father Michael had entered. She whispered into Zyriaut's ear, "Do you think he'll be alright?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:08 am
Saro was curled up on the bed, her back to the door and people, the single blanket drapped over her and all messed up, as though she had been tossing and turning in her sleep. Faint lines of blood showed through the cloth, all over as though she was cut up everywhere. As Father Michael knelt beside her, a bruise started forming around her neck, as though someone had tried to strangle her. It was too quickly for it to have been from earlier, and it faintly held the shape of fingers.
"I think they'll be fine, once she wakes up..." she replied, then saw the bruise and a scratch start forming. "What the..." she murmured, confused.
"Its part of the cloud's ability. It takes the form of it's victim's worst fear and kills them in that. If somehow it doesn't succeed, the person is forced to relive their fear, including what had happened to them. Whatever had happened to her when he hurt her is what she's feeling now, and you can see everything." Karik explained quietly from the door as he leaned against the doorframe.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 5:24 am
Hearing Father Michael's worry, Ako tiptoed to where Saro was, when she saw her being all cut up her eyes grew wide and she ran next to Father Michael, sliding into a kneel at his side, "What's wrong with her? Can I do anything? Maybe I can help heal her!" Ako's voice raced as she pulled nervously on his sleeve.
Father Michael looked worriedly at Saro before turning to gaze at Ako. He shook his head and asked Karik, "Is there something we could do? Or is it going to worsen the 'process'?"
Syanthe shivered as the bruise spread across her neck, hoping that she hadn't caused the injury by chasing Saro off. Suddenly, she felt full of regret for ever doing such a deed.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 8:27 am
It wasn't your fault, you didn't know. Zyruiat said quietly into her mind. "I wonder..." she said quietly, before slipping into Saro's mind. A second later she gasped, her hand flying to her cheek as she came back out. She felt blood, it was only a small cut. She saw an identical one form on Saro, and she didn't try to get in again. "It's the same one. Raen's priest, that's who did this to her." she said suddenly, looking up. "I recognized his face, it's the same as the one I've seen from Raen so many times..." she explained.
"Don't try healing her, it'll start all over again if you do. She'll probably start healing soon, before she starts hurting herself again. Nothing you can do will help, except perhaps healing her when she wakes up. Don't do anything until then."
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 12:24 pm
Syanthe sighed and looked up sharply when Zyriaut's hand flew to her cheek. "What is it?" She asked, hoping she hadn't tried to enter Saro's mind.
Ako wringed her hands impatiently as she realized there was nothing to do. Showing that she had heard Karik, she nodded her head once in his direction. Her forehead began to perspire as so many thoughts rushed into her head. What if she doesn't wake up in time? What happens if I can't fully heal her? What will I do if she does die and I wasn't able to help? The last thought made her shiver as she realized that she really wasn't able to do anything.
Seeing Ako beginning to worry, Father Michael brought his hand up and rested on Ako's shoulder reassuringly. When she looked up he smiled supportively. "Do you want to get something to eat untill she wakes up?" Ako merely nodded weakly, wanting to leave this room that carried so much pressure.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 1:24 pm
"You know what happened..." she sighed, glancing back to Saro upon hearing a soft moan. Everything started healing, at least on the surface. Then, it started again, but worse. Apparently, she had been healed only so she would last longer, or so as not to arouse suspicion by any who could find out.
"That's the first time she's healed, it should happen two more times before it'll be over." Karik said quietly, seeing her expression. "Go ahead and leave, I'll come find you(Syanthe) and Ako when she can be healed." he added before Zyriaut dragged Syanthe out the door.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 4:33 pm
Father Michael held Ako's shoulder as he urged her down the stairs to the inn to eat. She unwillingly stepped down them. "Don't worry Ako, I'm sure we can trust Karik."
Ako sighed and thought, It's not that I'm worried about. She slipped silently down the ancient steps with Father Michael behind her. Once in the jolly tune of the small dining area, they sat at a booth. Ako waited for her mind to settle, but Father Michael just sat there, not really thinking about anything in particular in Ako's eyes.
Syanthe sighed and nodded. She took her sister's hand and began to pull her to the downstairs commons. "We should probably try to keep a low profile," Syanthe muttered so that only Zyriaut could hear, slipping her fingers between her sister's.
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