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Post by Greenie on Dec 6, 2008 18:22:38 GMT -5
He tried to focus on her face, he really did, but all he could see was a vague mass of purple and yellow wavering in front of his face. "Uhhn.." He said, and reached up to his necklace. It seemed as if someone had placed bricks on his arm, for it took twice the amount of work to raise his arm from it's previously limp position. Was there something on his arm?
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Oh. His hand was. That explained it.
The ferret knew she was talking, but couldn't actually hear anything other than a vague murmur. His chest was so warm.. and it was vibrating. Why was his chest vibrating? His necklace suddenly emited a field of blackness, sending the room into darkness. Mia couldn't see anything, but slowly realised it was because his eyes were closed - and then he lost conciousness.
Necklace Power Boost: When threatened or exceedingly angry, the necklace will feel very warm to the owner and vibrate lightly against the chest for a split second. It will then emanate a field of darkness that not even other SD's abilities can see through.
This darkness will last for a full hour and only the necklace bearer can see through it.
At random points, the necklace will flare bright flashes of light at an opponents face, causing them extreme pain if their eyes are opened and even after the darkness wears off their eyes will ache.
There will be a 50% chance that the opponent will need glasses of some sort after an encounter with the darkness spell.
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 8, 2008 19:34:41 GMT -5
Donnie started to push herself up to a standing position at his confused-sounding groan and small slump forward, hissing at the painful pressure on her tender forearms, but only got about halfway up before she was suddenly blinded. She cried out in surprise, senses still a little addled from the painkillers in her system, and stumbled against the edge of the table. "Mia, what the hell? What's going on? Is this you or something else?"
Trying to see any glimmer of light in the blackness, her eyes were suddenly assaulted by a brilliant, blinding flash of light and she screamed, one arm jerking up to cover her face as her eyes snapped shut. It didn't do her any good, the flash burned onto her retinas, and she gasped at the pain before falling into a crouch. Both hands went up to press against her eyes, trying in vain to lessen the pain. It was enough to start tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as they attempted to handle whatever had just injured them.
"What the fuck?" she half-groaned, sitting on the floor in front of and slightly beneath the kitchen table.
OOC: Nat rolled a die and Donnie's lucky - no glasses necessary.
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Post by Greenie on Dec 8, 2008 19:43:18 GMT -5
The necklace continued to keep the kitchens in a pit of darkness for an hour, with unfortunate bright flashes of light sporadically piercing the darkness at Donnie.
Except neither no longer came from the necklace. Had it not been virtual light, it would be noticeable that it came from Mia's eyes - open but unseeing - as the necklace had 'exploded' and embedded itself into him, physically and otherwise.
In essence, Mia became the necklace. The glass shards buried themselves in his chest and within a few hours new skin began to crawl onto it, essentially healing over as it would a cut or burn. Simultaneously glass spirals began sprouting from his neck, identical to the ones that once adorned the chain. By the time he awoke, a few hours later, they had spread down his shoulders and torso, but seemed to have stopped there.
The worst of it was that when the necklace exploded, pieces of glass severed the thin wire of his bindings.
Necklace Rupture mutations and Effects: The necklace exploded outward forcefully when it finally overloaded. Since Mia was lying at an odd angle on top of it, his chest is now filled with sharp, glass shards that stick out strangely and cannot be removed. After a few days, the skin will heal around them flawlessly and he will no longer be pained by them. The necklace's powers wrapped around his body as they were released and made their new home evident as the same spirals that once grace his neck as an ornament, now grow from his skin. Starting at the collarbone, thin, glass spirals grow out down his arms and torso. The flying glass also severed his binding, leaving the wires dangling uselessly from his rings. This would horrify any Torquehelm mix who had not freed themselves purposefully and will probably have an adverse effect on his psyche. <---Rolled a d20 to see if that would happen...it did XD
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 8, 2008 20:17:07 GMT -5
The bulk of the table shielded Donnie from further direct blasts of light from the necklace's ability - from Mia's eyes, now - but she couldn't see a thing and her head had begun to throb in a most alarming way. After about five minutes of trying to hold down the bread and cheese she'd eaten, she was saved the trouble by passing out beneath the table. Her back would have been screaming a protest at the position if she were conscious to pay attention to it.
An uncertain amount of time passed beneath that table before the Queen groggily woke, head feeling as though she had finished three bottles of wine on her own and gone back for a shot of whiskey. She cracked open her eyes, which felt dry and ached, but couldn't see a thing. Groaning as the aches in her recently operated upon back finally registered, she slowly pushed herself to a half-sitting position. The inability to see continued, and she wondered if it was the room or just her.
About an hour and a half had actually passed with her on the floor, unconscious. The room was now lit as it had been before, with the added bonus of dawn having hit the sky and lightened it, but her eyes remained blinded. "He- hello?" she called out in an uncertain voice. "Mia? Are you still in here? Is anyone in here?"
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Post by Greenie on Dec 8, 2008 20:22:56 GMT -5
Mia awoke slowly, completely unaware of his body and the changes to it. He felt normal, better than normal - maybe he'd actually gotten some sleep, for once.
But why was he in the kitchens, on a table? The better question was why was he blockaded in?
He couldn't remember anything..
The ferret sat up abruptly, only to have immediate pain shoot from his torso through his body. He gasped and looked down, nearly passing out for a second time. There was glass all over his body, in oddly beautiful - but highly out of place - spirals, just like his necklace had been. The necklace was just gone, but where it had rested were shards that nearly made him toss up his empty stomach. There was skin growing, visibly growing, over the shards - the remnants of the necklace?
What had he done?
In his self-examination, he failed to notice the damage to his bindings.
When Donnie spoke, he frowned and slid off the table with a wince. He could move just fine, to his relief; as long as he didn't move his arms in excessive movement or bump his chest it didn't seem to pain him. "Donnie?" He replied as he moved over to where she had hidden herself. "I'm here, yeah.. What- what happened?" He asked uncertainly.
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 13, 2008 16:46:47 GMT -5
Donnie could hear slow movement on the table above her and the shifting of a furred body close by, so at least she knew that she wasn't alone in the room. Mia's voice further confirmed it, and she breathed a quick sigh of relief, shifting to untuck from her protective crouch. It had been doing a murderous number on her back. Any sort of twisting, rotating, or excessive movement made the surgical wounds light up like a Corvie holiday.
She heard him moving even closer after sliding onto the floor and looked in the direction the sound was coming from, squinting. It did absolutely nothing to restore her vision. "I really wish you could answer that question right now," she said in a careful, deliberately calm voice. If she started freaking out, she was going to hurt herself... and she didn't dare move around too much while she couldn't see. She didn't know this palace nearly well enough yet to be able to manage a feat like storming through the halls, especially not if she opened up too many of the injuries. "You started to collapse, and then it went completely dark in a way that absolutely had to be magical. Then something flashed brighter than anything I've ever seen, and I slid beneath the table and passed out. And I can't see right now. At all. Anything."
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Post by Greenie on Dec 16, 2008 17:23:39 GMT -5
The ferret scooted around the table and partially wedged himself in next to her. She seemed unharmed - no bleeding, no limbs facing the wrong direction, etc - so he was alarmed by the tone in her voice until he noticed the squinting. Then he just became worried for his physical well-being. If she was blind, maybe that meant he could run before he got eaten.. Shit, did wolverines eat ferrets?
Instead of praying for his life like he wanted to do, he took a deep breath and tried to figure out how to explain the fucked-up magic he'd been living with all of his life. "You remember the necklace I always wear? It exploded and is now, for all intents and purposes, part of my body. When you regain your vision you'll see what I mean.. I don't think I can accurately describe it, unless you want to feel part of it." He paused to glare down at the offending glass.
"The necklace-- I don't know what it is. That's never happened to me before, though I've experienced other things that I can only assume came from it. I have no explanation for what happened, and I sincerely apologize for blinding you. I'm positive it's temporary - nothing it's ever done to someone else has ever been permanent before." Obviously it's effects on him were a tad bit different.
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 21, 2008 23:51:58 GMT -5
Donnie's head began to throb as he spoke, going from twinging to aching to horribly distracting. She only caught about every third word of his last sentence, a hand going to her forehead in a completely futile gesture to ward away the pain. Her other hand soon followed and threaded through her hair, the fingers pressing and then digging into her skull.
She hissed in pain, a sharply indrawn breath, eyes squeezed shut even though they couldn't see anything anyway. The pain was making all of her muscles tense, which was making her wounds practically sing with agony. Not exactly what the doctor had in mind when he prescribed 'bed rest'. She would have paid someone for those pain meds that knocked her out right about then.
"Later," she hissed through gritted teeth, and then half-gasped as the pain progressed towards migraine-level, something she'd never felt before. The flash of light had done this. What little coherent thought she could form, it knew that much. "My room. Get me... to my room. Oh gods, now..." She felt like she was going to throw up, or scream, or pass out again.
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Post by Greenie on Jan 18, 2009 14:22:49 GMT -5
Mia looked down at her, abruptly realising she probably hadn't heard a word he'd said. Damnit, he was going to have to explain it again later - and she was much more likely to be mad then. Crapcakes. He nodded grimly, then tried to figure out how a skinny little ferret (with no Club weight-lifting abilities) was going to transport a fairly large, bulky wolverine anywhere.
The answer, clearly, was that he wasn't going to.
"I'll be back," He said just loud enough for her to hear - somehow he had a feeling she wouldn't hear a whisper, but would lash out if he was too loud.
He scampered out of the kitchens and shot down to the infirmary, where he nagged at two nurses until they got a transport cot and followed him back. He led them to where Donnie was crouched and let them do their thing - he had no wish to be in the way.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 20, 2009 13:32:08 GMT -5
Donnie didn't stop him from leaving, and really couldn't have if she'd wanted to. What, should she throw herself blindly across a room? No. She should curl up with her head pressed against her legs and hope dearly that he would come back, with or without help. Or maybe Vessatha would find her here, on the floor of a glass-studded kitchen, blind and near-unconscious from pain.
The silence of the kitchens was like a blessing and a curse, and the sound of footsteps heralded change. She hazily responded to someone's attempt to get her to her feet, staggering as she stood. The corners of her eyes had begun leaking small tears of pain against her will and she hissed as she stumbled and accidentally jostled her head. This was hellish, absolutely hellish. She was having trouble stringing coherent thoughts together.
"My. Room." The words were hissed. As soon as she got there, she was going to collapse in her bed and try desperately to fall unconscious.
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