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Post by Nathalia on Nov 8, 2009 20:33:42 GMT -5
The Highland guard would be able to retrieve the scroll, though the end of the paper had begun to fall apart, dripping with the odd-smelling liquid foaming forth from the wrecked pouches.
He would feel a very sudden pain as the acrid smell crept into his nostrils and stung. His face would feel as though it had strange smoke swirling under it for a full five seconds, crawling towards his eyes...then stop abruptly.
At this point he will notice that the scroll has dissolved almost completely, a few scraps remaining in a language he doesn't know, the edges smoking.
Moderate Ability: His face will continue to tingle for the remainder of the day...within the next few minutes, he will notice his sense of smell waning entirely...but his eyesight becoming oddly more focused, almost as though he can feel what people are about to do.
Once a week, he will now find himself able to catch a three second glimpse of what a person is about to do, mirror-imaged before them, directly before it happens.
He may not be able to do anything about it as it is such a short span, but it may help him dodge a lunge...perhaps further inspecting the paper will help...or hinder...
The cuff link would give a slight dizzying effect once touched, but will pass in a mere moment and could even be mistaken for the results of his own injuries.
Small Ability: Once a week, he is now able to cause a small vibration, very low and grounding, to run through his own head. This vibration can be felt heavily by anyone touching him at the time and is oddly calming. The vibration itself will give him three minutes of complete and total clarity with all outstanding issues washing away, though not pain or discomfort. He will be able to focus very completely on one thought at a time.
The cuff link continues to tingle dully in his hand.
The Tove stopped its keening once the conjoined boys entered the room.
It stopped dead in midair, its neck craned down to better eye them as it finally twitched again.
Then dived, making a bee-line for the two.
Whizzing rapidly, blurring a little at the edges, it wrapped itself around them and pressed its own face to Benedict's, eyeless sockets staring him down, almost curiously, as it tightened its grip.
Die rolled.
Ben will feel a very sudden pulse of energy from the Tove, and a small feeling of connective understanding will flow from it to him as it investigates him.
Followed by an overwhelming feeling of loss, despair, and desperation.
It will cling to him, wrapping its body around Falks's tail, and refuse to let go. It will begin keening again, loudly, if anyone attempts to remove it.
The remaining two pouches began to dissolve, one oddly lumpy, the other going strangely flat...
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Post by Satra on Nov 8, 2009 20:56:47 GMT -5
[OOC: Okay, I have a bit of a problem. Alaster thinks the items are potentially dangerous and would rather them dispel on him rather than the nobles or any of the other people here if they are. He takes his job as a guard very seriously, you see...
I feel it's very unfair for me to grab the items that are in Alaster's reach, but it's 100% in character... so uh... help? XD ]
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 8, 2009 21:04:13 GMT -5
Falks squeaked with surprise as the Tove came down from the sky. The blurred creature suddenly wrapped around the alarmed boy's tail. His head snapped around in alarm as he tried to look at the creature that was now tightly wrapped around his tail, and in turn Benedict's neck.
Ben wanted to make a sound or surprise, however the creature was already curious pressed against his face. The grip tightened a bit, he could feel the tension building in the constriction. For a moment he thought the creature was going to pop his head off like a daisy, instead there was something else. Energy? And then a flood of emotion that he wasn't expecting. Understanding straight to despair.
There was an awkward silence as Falks watched the creature investigate his attached brother. "Ben..." he asked with great concern. The thing was pretty tight on his tail. Was everything going to be all right? Was the thing going to let go?
A rather pitiful sound escaped the skull on that was Benedict before he spoke. "Everything's going to be fine I think."
It didn't sound reassuring but it was enough for Falks to continue his path towards his near the corpse. His brother his primary concern, though it was impossible for him not to stare at the dead body with a morbid fascination. "Vaska!" He finally exclaimed when he saw his mess of a brother.
Xiven was getting thoroughly angry at not being told what the hell was happening. Bristling and in pain she shrugged off the medic ignoring what everyone was saying to her. Her vision was coming it a bit clear now that her tail was a puddle on the floor. Brushing past everyone she went to investigate the corpse, if anyone said a word to her she simply hissed as she grabbed the oddly flat pouch with her claws.
(( OOC: Xiven's angry and can easily serve as a distraction for Alaster, because I'm pretty sure everyone will be on her case for kicking the medics and ignoring everything. ))
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Post by Nathalia on Nov 8, 2009 21:19:09 GMT -5
[Satra, he can try to grab them all if it's what he would do. I'll just roll to see if some do or don't work on him and the others can have a chance to take them from him. <3]
~Nathalia
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Post by Satra on Nov 8, 2009 21:26:25 GMT -5
[That works quite well, thank you, Kari. XD Also, for the record, Xenon let me have the last thing.]
Spekkio received the kiss and watched him get up with a tense look on her face.
"The others all ready have people looking out for them. Pale, please, your head..." getting up was harder than expected. She was still shaky from that spell. She tried her hardest to put it out of her mind. She watched him pick up the item then walked over to him and tried to gently pull him back over to the doctors, giving him a pleading look.
Heilyn just stared at the people grabbing things off the body. Really? What... what in the hell was wrong with these people? She stayed where she was, safely behind Mr. Meatshield, completely disinterested in grabbing fizzling mystery items off a corpse that, when alive, was not the most stable of characters. Though she did finally recognize the cuff link from Bernard's suit. Of course the fucker would have it. She dropped Bernard's head, letting it roll on the side opposite side of Sorcha. Feeling was starting to come back and the stomach acid and bile on the head was not reacting well with the open wounds on her arm. She hissed in pain and let the medic take her arm and tend to it. She looked over at Sorcha and slowly extended her hand to touch her with her good arm, not really thinking that she might not want the mess on her hands on her. Her front was a mess, covering in gore, bile, and some traces of stomach acid.
"I'm... fine," she managed. It was a lie, but she was alive and that was enough for now. "Thank you." Heilyn found herself very surprised and somewhat proud of her daughter's loyalty for braving this horrid scene just to check up on her. On impulse, she leaned forward, pulling Sorcha into a one arm hug and holding onto her tightly and trying not to cry as she buried her face in her daughter's neck. The contact in tandem with the pain was starting to pull her out of her numbness. There was little else to feel other than despair.
Alaster shared much of the same frustrations, except with none of the prior knowledge of Varestes and with a set of frustrations. Why in the hell weren't these people letting him do his job?! Well, it was a very short-lived thought as his nostrils began to feel like burning which, to him, only proved his suspicions. He dove for the last item before anyone else could go for it.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Nov 8, 2009 21:54:56 GMT -5
The King turned back to look at Spekkio, an argument bright in his expression for a moment. He didn't want to sit down. He didn't want to get checked out by the doctors, other people clearly needed him more. However... Something changed, and then there was no risk of Apocalypse continuing to act against the wishes of the guard or the weapon. He moved with her for a few steps until he was back to a good place to sit. The tingling that went through his body as soon as he lifted the cuff was enough to put him back onto the ground, overloaded completely with sensations. His eyes slipped shut as he leaned back on the hand that wasn't currently grasping the cuff link and he made a soft noise, having no idea that the item was what was causing the reaction. He just...
He needed to sit down for a minute, until his head stopped spinning. He opened his eyes, watching Sorcha creep to her mother's side, the buzzing in his mind seeming to slowly subside.
Then he glanced down at the item he was currently holding, his eyebrows furrowing as he uncurled his fingers from around it. Was it... Tingling? That was bizarre. Absently, the King ran his thumb over it before sticking it in his pocket for safekeeping. He took a few more deep breaths. Damn. His head felt weird, like his eyes weren't quite focusing. He glanced at Heilyn, and if she looked back, she might notice that his pupils were of slightly different size. Maybe he should lay down?
Before he got a chance, Xiven went tearing ass past him, making him yelp with alarm. "Xiven! Stop!" He pushed himself to his feet rather quickly, trying to force his muscles to do something they just didn't want to do, and stumbled to her side. Quickly, he wrapped his arms around her, holding onto her rather tightly, his face pressed against her shoulder. "Love. Please."
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The world was very quickly going dark again, but this was a happy dark. Especially when the nice doctor slipped his needle back into Vaska's arm, injecting him with a fresh dose of morphine. He was moving too much, they said. He needed to hold still. This would help calm him down.
It did, too. Vaska felt vaguely like he was swimming in jell-o, the air around him thick and soft. He was vaguely aware of the fact that his brothers had finally reappeared, his head lolling back on his neck as he turned to look at them. He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it and simply smiled at them, his eyes fluttering closed. He was so sleepy... Maybe if he behaved himself, they would give him another injection of the happy-stuff?
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In Sorcha's case, things were getting overwhelming fast. Something was going on with the body, her mother was a complete wreck, people were racing to pick items up... Her head spun and she pressed a little closer to the Queen, green eyes bright with worry. The fact that her mother was clinging to the decapitated head of a dead man made something in her flutter with worry. Then her mother surprised her by simply dropping the head and reaching out to touch her face. The girl moved into the touch, her expression uncertain for a moment. "Okay..."
Her mother just didn't seem okay. Sorcha moved into the hug easily, wrapping her wings around the older woman, not even flinching at the gore that covered her. She could take a bath later. Right now, it seemed like her mother needed her. "Mom... Maybe we should put His Highness's head back with his body?" The girl suggested in a gentle tone, glancing up at the woman.
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Post by Nathalia on Nov 8, 2009 23:15:07 GMT -5
[Well...she wanted it...]
The flat pouch opened easily, though disintegrating at the edges, and dropped a very small, delicate object into the Queen's palm.
Preserved Hair: This thin curl of golden swirled hair will crackle and vanish upon being exposed to the air, leaving the grabber with a stinging pain in their palm.
This odd favor should be marked on their profile as it may come back to bite them later...
The second pouch opened only with force and the objects slid out onto the owners' palm.
[Look...Varestes liked knowing when the coast was clear for him to hump a window, ok?]
Crumpled, Dried Eyes: These odd little objects will wriggle themselves out of anyone’s grasp when touched and slide up their arm in the blink of an eye...and appear to vanish.
Once a week, they are now able to send theses strange disembodied bits out 50 feet or less from them for a full thirty seconds. During this time, the owner is blind to what is going on directly around them, and sees through the moving eyes...which can only see in black and white, and rather well in the dark.
The Tove relaxed its body slightly and curled its head around to rest on top of Benedict's, making a soft grinding noise with its front teeth as it settled in...the feelings of depression would continue, but lessen to mourning over the course of a few minutes...and then dull to contentment with its new master.
ID: ST000
Gender: N/A
Breed: Slithey Tove
Notes: This strange little Tove seems constructed purely from bone, though it moves about fluidly as though alive, and does need to eat and drink.
It moves with lightning quick agility and its teeth, ribs, and spine are very sharp when it wants them to be. It is now summonable by Benedict and no other and it will heed his call no matter where he may be.
The Tove is very affectionate to its new master, and tolerates his connected brother, but rather openly despises anyone else who isn’t a Highlander or Hisstor.
The Hisstor's body twitched a final time as rigor mortis set in fully, the neck going strangely taut with a fleshy gulping sound and air escaped the torn throat with a flat sounding hiss...
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 9, 2009 0:14:05 GMT -5
(( .... XD he liked to check if the coast was clear and /yet/ he sometimes got caught by Peaches? ))
It was entirely too late to stop. The pouch had been opened, the contents popping as they hit the air. Xiven curse as she shook her paw. Whatever that was it stung. She didn't have time to react to Apocalypse as he wrapped his arms around her before she could protest.
She didn't want to be touched. Her fur stood on end as he pressed his face in her shoulder. "Apocalypthe," she said as she struggled to swallow her own spit. Her stupid pain ability made life difficult. Maybe she should just keep her mouth shut? No, not at a time like this. "We'rrre putting hith head on a pike outthide of the palace," she managed to grumble.
Oh god her ass hurt. She could feel the tears welling up again. One of the medics was hovering and attempting very hard to sneak up on the pair of them. Maybe she would just let them take care of her now, all things considered.
No. She was still going to put up a fight.
Falks watched as Vaska seemed to be overwhelmed with the medication. At least he was being taken care of? The boy felt the Tove loosen its death grip on his tail. Maybe it was settling down?
Benedict craned his neck around to peer at Vaska, but stopped when the Tove decided to curl its head to rest on top of his own. It was still pretty depressed, but at least it seemed to be fading.
It was nice not being the only living skeleton.
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Post by Satra on Nov 9, 2009 0:52:26 GMT -5
Alaster twitched as he did everything he could to not fall to his knees. Hell, that stung. Then, only seconds later, it stopped. He blinked and looked around. His face tingled annoyingly, but nothing else seemed to have been wrong. He shook his head and scratched his face. He hoped the feeling would go away. He denied treatment, telling the single nurse he was alright and to tend to the nobles first, but turned the objects over to those who would make sense of it. He went back to his job, noticing the two changes over the next few minutes. It scared him a little, but his needs would come last.
Spekkio's brow furrowed when she looked Pale in the eyes. That... that wasn't good. She stared down at her hands in her lap. She wanted to do more, to act with the confidence she usually had, but that spell... the emotional effect lingered. Then he lunged for Xiven while she was distracted. She stumbled to his side.
"Apocalypse! You can't be doing that! Both of you need to lie down! Come on!" Now she was a little less afraid to use her Weapon strength and pushed them back to the doctors. What they were doing was not good for them.
Heilyn hissed in pain, but her arm seemed to be clean enough and was being wrapped up. She pet Sorcha's yellow crest. Just that one detail made it hard to believe she was fully Bog...
"In... in a bit, Sorcha..." she whispered. She felt incredibly weak and shaky, but didn't care to admit it.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Nov 9, 2009 1:09:33 GMT -5
It would have been impossible for the man to miss the way Xiven bristled under his touch. He could tell that she really didn't want him to hold onto her right now, but he wasn't going to give her much of a choice. She needed medical attention even more badly than he did, he was fairly confident. Her tail was almost entirely gone, just a thin whip of bone remaining of something that had once been lovely and fluffy. The man whimpered softly, moving to look in her eyes as she slurred at him. She was still feeling the effects of that spell?
Damn... "We'll do that," he replied with a nod, glancing down at the body again. "Try to keep the skull in good condition, as well. I'll want the spine and ribcage, if we can arrange for that. I want to make something more lasting to warn against attacking this Queen." He had the chance to lightly brush his fingers across her face before he was aware of a rather angry Weapon standing at his side, tugging on both him and the Queen to sit. He laughed softly, giving Spekkio a small shrug, and then let himself be tugged back to Heilyn's side.
He gave Xiven a somewhat imploring look before a medic rushed in to stare into his eyes with a small scope. "Xiven... Please let them make sure you're alright." He said softly. He didn't want the melting that had ruined her tail to continue across her body. That thought almost made him shiver, but he was quickly grabbed by the medic and forced to hold still while they poked and prodded at him, running hands across his head. He winced. He was feeling... rather sore.
For Vaska's part, the drugs had knocked him into a peaceful lull. He was utterly blind to the world around him, too fixated on the pleasant sensations rushing through his body, occasionally glancing at the doctors around him and grinning. They finished bandaging his wing and then moved onto his head, tying a wrap tightly around his ear-less head.
Her mother's hiss made Sorcha tense slightly, eyes flashing worry as she glanced at the person who was wrapping her mother's arm. She wanted to tell them to ease up a little, but what did she know about this? She wasn't a doctor. She was just a noble's child. She cast her eyes down as Heilyn ruffled her mane, making a quiet noise. "All... alright, mom."
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