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Post by Kiki on Jan 18, 2008 8:56:07 GMT -5
Nat and Spiderfly receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Spiderfly on Jan 24, 2008 8:09:19 GMT -5
Pravus watched in startled interest as Bernard seemed to switch into another person entirely. Perhaps this is why he came to dinner somedays with eyes so hollow it looked like he was the walking dead. The cat understood how one could get lost in their work, but this was another level of it entirely.
The necklace didn't bother Pravus, though he sniffed at the hairs to confirm that they were his Queen's. Interesting that the king should have hairs laying around without Fino knowing about it. Or perhaps he did, no matter. He tapped a nail on the bone before standing perfectly, or as perfectly as possible, straight. He didn't want to screw anything up with idle curiousity that gained him nothing.
The cat stood still, watching as Bernard drew the symbols. Smirked slightly at the crack of bones and then he saw the other king's hand lift into the air and suddenly.
A wash of red and orange licked over him, feeding at his flesh. Pravus screamed, not expecting what was to come and dropped to the ground into a crouch as the fire continued to rage over him. Surely Bernard was trying to kill him, but. . what if he wasn't. He couldn't leave the circle and make it all worth naught. He concentrated on his suit given ability to ignore pain but it only dulled it a fraction.
His hands went up to the back of his neck, the metal of the necklace burning hot. Pravus tried to lift it from his neck but it was even hotter to touch than his flaming hands. Fire . . . he didn't like fire. . . Fire took so long to heal, and was so painful. A single pain-ridden tear rolled from his eye, drying from the heat before it even reached half-way down his cheek.
And suddenly, it was gone. All that was left was a horrendous pounding in his head. As if a sea had suddenly manifested itself in Pravus' head and was trying to break free. Crash against crash of surf slamming against the inside of his head. He rolled up into a ball on the floor clutching his head.
"Oh . . god.. "
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 24, 2008 12:18:20 GMT -5
Bernard watched the writhing feline with an expressionless face. He hadn't known why he's thought he would glean satisfaction from this...but he wasn't. He just couldn't hate the cat as much as the cat deserved to be hated. Sympathy rose in him like bile as Pravus sank to the floor, yelling.
The fire dispersed quickly enough, the only actual burns on the cats' body would be around his neck and on his hands where he had grabbed the necklace. He could tell by the facial expression...that at the very least the curse had spread, if not transferred.
"Pravus?"
He asked carefully, not touching the cat, but standing back to a respectful distance.
Once it had been acknowledged that the feline could respond, Bernard turned to his counter and then leaned down to reach under it. There was a tiny black box there, Temmin had gotten a Corvie to make it for him, keeping objects cool far longer than normal.
He pulled a thin flask out of the cold container and then turned to hand it to the cat.
"Drink this, Pravus, trust me...it will dull the pain."
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Post by Spiderfly on Jan 24, 2008 12:44:49 GMT -5
Was this what it was like for Serafino all the time? Was this honestly what he went through everyday? Surely this must be one of his worst ones to hurt so very badly. Maybe something had gone wrong with the spell? But no, he had a feeling that he at least had taken part of the curse if not all of it.
He was dimly aware as Bernard moved around gathering a small box from his desk and then removing a small vial from the box. The words made it to him as if from a distance, but he looked up at Bernard before gently reaching for the draught.
Slowly he uncorked it and let it slide down his throat. Shivering at the coolness of it, and yet, yes it did make a difference. The edge of the headache began to recede but his head still throbbed angrily at him.
He stretched carefully, wincing at the pain in his head, neck and hands. His eyes stayed half-slit, light seemed suddenly to be an enemy he didn't feel like fighting.
"Fino? Can you. . . can you check?" He said in a mumbled voice. Weird how through a headache his tongue felt so thick.
(wow he's out of it to call him Fino XD I realized after I typed and went ACKPRAVUS!)
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 24, 2008 12:50:05 GMT -5
Bernard shook his head slightly, and tried to pull the feline fully to his feet.
"Let me help you, I'll take you to him...he'll better appreciate being able to help you than to just know what it is that's happened."
That and if I just tell him, he'll fly down here and you'll both crowd my office. The King thought with a small smile.
"From what I can see, it's worked. Come on, we'll go check. His room'll be dark with those curtains of his, it'll feel better, come on."
He coaxed quietly, leading the cat as best he could to his nephew's room. Taking the back path through the palace, the thin stairs in the back...the climb would be harder for the feline...but it would be better than running into a chattering crowd...or Gaston...
((We're going to need a Jenn D8))
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Post by Spiderfly on Jan 24, 2008 13:21:49 GMT -5
Pravus mewled a little as he was suddenly dragged to his feet. At least, that's how it seemed to him at the moment. Why was he not just going away? Oh. . that seemed like a good idea. He managed to nod a little and even managed a few words, though still slightly slurred. However, it was definately not as bad as a few moments before.
"Okay. . " He didn't like the idea of becoming a burden on his Queen but he definately needed to go somewhere else. The hard floor was not a good option for him when he was like this. And besides, he didn't want to stay in Bernard's way because he was sure eventually the kings patience would wear off and he'd be kicked off to the side.
"Dark sounds nice." He said before he caught himself and he growled, which only made his head pound worse again. "Sorry."
GAH What the hell, the headache was making him loopy. Pravus firmly clamped his mouth shut, unwilling to embarass himself further.
Finally, they had reached the bedroom.
(JENNNNN! X333 *awaits her response*)
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 24, 2008 16:22:35 GMT -5
Fino had been sitting at the small desk in his bedroom, less crowded with work than the desk in his office, writing a brief letter to a contact in another region. By his side was a cup of nearly finished, slowly cooling bitter tea, the kind he preferred when his head decided to say 'hello'. Which was, honestly, most of the time. It was cause for celebration when he didn't have a headache. Today's was mild, at least, and didn't feel like it would be getting much worse anytime soon. That was a promising forecast, all things considered. He ignored it and continued with his writing.
And then, all of a sudden, it was gone.
He dropped his pen in surprise, staring off into space while he focused his attention on the fact that his head didn't hurt. It wasn't even the slow cessation that he normally felt whenever it looked to be one of those rare, pleasant few hours without pain. It was just instantly... gone. He couldn't understand it. For all that his headaches surprised him sometimes by doing something they only rarely did, nothing truly new had happened in years and years. Especially nothing new and good.
Then there came a knock at his door and his eyebrows slowly raised. Coincidence? It had to be. But it was still odd timing. He was still trying to get used to the lack of pain, which may have sounded odd to anyone else. Carefully, moving so as not to 'jinx' this lucky moment and have his head decide that it would be causing him more pain after all, he went to the door and opened it to see his uncle and Pravus standing near one another, the former seeming pleased and the latter looking as if he'd been given a dose of drugs. For pain, maybe? "Is something the matter?" he asked cautiously.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 24, 2008 18:45:18 GMT -5
Bernard couldn't fully repress the small smile at seeing his nephew looking so alert when he knew that on an evening like this he was normally sitting in the dark with bitter tea, trying to cope.
"Nothing is...wrong, per say...I just finally managed to transfer that curse successfully. remember? The one that...your sister so kindly left you with?"
He glanced at the feline beside him, actually beginning to feel quite poorly for him.
"Pravus here was...very happy to take the weight from your shoulders."
He moved forward, waving Serafino back slightly so that the feline could enter and sit on the bed if he chose. It was nice and dark in the room.
"He really should sit down Serafino, it'll take him awhile to get used to the pain."
He looked at the two of them and smiled, holding up a hand to forestall any further questions or words of thanks.
"I'll go and make some fresh tea. I'll bring it up with a better pain killer in a few minutes."
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 25, 2008 0:33:24 GMT -5
His uncle was definitely pleased and now Fino knew why. The challenge of shifting a curse must have put him in a fantastic mood, especially with it being so apparently... successful. He couldn't feel a lick of pain in his head, not even a twinge. It was almost surreal.
It was utterly fantastic.
But of course, of course there was a price. There always was. This time, it rested solely on... Pravus? He moved back towards the bed and pushed lightly down on the feline's shoulder, hint and command wrapped in one for him to sit, especially if he was experiencing what he thought Bernard just told him he was. "Uncle, that's... remarkable. I can't remember the last time I felt this good. Whatever you did, however you managed to transfer it, was a complete and utter success."
He looked down at the feline, seeing the lines of tension and pain written across his face and posture. "Tea would probably be a good idea, especially if he just got what I had a moment ago," he agreed almost absently, trying to figure out just how his uncle had meant that 'very happy' bit. Did he find a new way to handle the curse and push Pravus into it, or had he volunteered? Was that comment ironic or sincere? Both were very possible. He wouldn't be upset with his uncle either way, not if this painlessness was the result, but it would affect how he should go about addressing Pravus. He was ultimately very selfishly glad to pass it off to someone else, but he also didn't look forward to the feline experiencing the kind of pain he was used to, especially when he wasn't at all used to it.
After Bernard left the room to fetch tea and painkillers, few of which managed to work very well due to the oh so lovely nature of his sister's curse, the Queen sat down on the bed next to Pravus and pulled him into a loose embrace. "Why?" he asked quietly.
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Post by Spiderfly on Jan 25, 2008 9:56:21 GMT -5
Pravus allowed himself to be led. By this point he didn't really care. He even allowed himself to be talked about as if he wasn't there. However he raised his face slightly to study his Queen's own. Fino looked. . radiant almost, extremely happy in the least. That was all Pravus had been hoping for.
Now that he had the headaches however he was starting to wonder how Serafino coped, at all. Whereas Fino had been writing and sipping tea with this headache, all Pravus wanted to do for now was lay down. He had known his Queen was strong for a very long time, but he hadn't known the scope of that strength. Pain was pain however and so Pravus kept telling himself, he'd get used to it.
He nodded a very slow, small thanks as Bernard left to get more painkillers and gladly allowed himself to be pushed onto the bed to rest. His golden eyes closed for a minute, so nice and dark in here, it really did help.
At the small embrace everything inside of Pravus, besides the headache, felt amazingly warm. It wasn't often anything ever garnered a hug, small or not; and suddenly all of it was very worth it.
"For you. . So you . . wouldn't have to. . deal with them anymore." He got out a few words at a time, any more seemed to be too much with the headache. Pravus looked over into Serafino's eyes for a second, the strain of turning his head completely to the side registering across his face. For one used to reading human faces at least, it was as obvious as the tension wrinkles around his eyes and across his forehead.
"Did I . . do good?" Pravus tried to squish everything he wanted to ask into as few words as possible, before turning his head forwards again and wincing.
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