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Post by Esfiel on Nov 18, 2009 1:11:45 GMT -5
Oh.. oh no.
He was going to set it, that or she had to do it. Here? Now? Couldn't she just ignore it? The bump along her leg wasn't noticeable. She only knew it was the tube because, well, she knew what it was. Would he straighten that, also? Otherwise it might.. oh suits it might break through the flesh if he set only the leg and not the tube also.
Aima certainly could not do it herself, though. Her arm was in far too much pain. There was no way she could apply enough pressure to straighten it, and she would be amazed if Mr. McDuck could do it so that it was back to where it was supposed to be. Although maybe he just needed to do it just enough.
She looked at Mrs. White, confused and suspicious of her care, although she tried not to let it show. "I feel.. " Pain? Yes, of course. Should she admit it? No. Moving on! "Well, yes, my arm does hurt quite a bit." Understatement. "As for my toes.. I'd rather not attempt that."
Now she turned to Mr. McDuck. It was time. "I.. ah.. I can't set it, not with my arm like this. Just.. you have to straighten the tube in my leg before you can set the bone."
This was going to be excruciatingly painful. She wanted to ask his maid to leave, but she couldn't think of a way to do so politely. There was no way she'd get out of it without making any noise, unless perhaps she chewed off her own tongue. Maybe it would be worth it?
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Post by Lucca on Nov 18, 2009 18:29:28 GMT -5
Graeme frowned slightly at the Pine Martin's hesitancy. "Oh, come now," he said brusquely. "Surely, as a student of chemical biology yourself, you understand the importance of seeing to breaks like this immediately? Failure to do so could result in the bone setting wrong, and then needing to be rebroken, which is even more painful." He gave her a dry look. "And yes, I am speaking from personal experience. I may not look it, but I've traveled my fair share and gotten a good many broken bones before." He would have chuckled if it wasn't so serious a situation, but he still waited on her answer, cutting off a length of bandage he may need.
He payed close attention as Aima explained the problem with setting her leg, and he winced a bit. "Well, I'll do it, Lass, but it's going to hurt." He frowned. A waitress came out and offered to assist them to a private room to do this instead, and the rest of their meal would be brought to them. Sighing, the Duck thought this might be the best course of action, and with the help of Mrs. White, the two carefully carried the Pine Martin into the other room, though he gave his maid a stern look when she accidentally let the injured arm his the door frame on the way in.
He was not allowing himself to think about how this was all his fault as he looked carefully at the leg, now elevated as the Pine Martin was lying on a booth (unless she tried to move). "Ready?" he asked, but then he turned suddenly to the Cat. "Oh, Mrs. White, would you please go and see if they have any pain medication here?" She was going to need it from the looks of things...
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Post by Lucca on Nov 18, 2009 18:37:56 GMT -5
Once again, it was all the Tulgey could do to keep from rolling her eyes. Honestly, she knew it hurt! That was plain to see and hear when she'd rammed it into the back of the chair! Ah well, if the Pine Martin as going to be stubborn about it, she'd just have to take what she could get. Which would be a lot less help from the maid. After all, it wasn't her job, since technically she was only doing this at all as a favor to Scrooge. She would just as soon see Aima suffer as go to all this -trouble-. And for no blood!
But she kept her tone level as she smiled and said, "I meant, do you feel like it is broken or sprained? But here, since you aren't sure, I could check for you..." Quickly, she darted out a paw and bent the arm at the elbow, examining carefully. Not broken, possibly sprained. She watched carefully for a reaction to see which. "Oh, I -am- sorry! I hope that didn't hurt too much! I just needed to see how bad the injury was! I apologize." Insincere, of course. She didn't mean a word of it. The Pine Martin was being a brat about answering questions honestly, so she had no qualms about hurting her.
After they were safely in the room, Mrs. White was about to assist McDuck when...she got handed another task. Oh, well just great. She had to go make nice with the staff for pain pills for the drama queen. Wonderful. Of course, she just nodded, eye wide and innocent. "Oh, well of course, Sir, I'd be happy to! Any way at all I can help! One moment, dear." Of all the annoying tasks...
Mrs. White left the room, leaving Graeme and Aima alone.
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Post by Esfiel on Nov 19, 2009 22:46:19 GMT -5
With wide eyes Aima tried her best not to cry out as Mrs. White "examined" her arm. Even worse than the further abuse of her arm was her insincere concern about hurting her. If you wanted to see how badly injured it was, you could have looked at it. I'm a bloody doctor, I can tell what's wrong! Oh how she wished she would have said it out loud, but increasingly annoying Mr. McDuck seemed not to have seen what the fiend had done.
Aima wanted to kill her. She never had such thoughts before, not even with that pestering sparrow, but she had them now. It would only ever be a dream, though, as she had no idea what the evil creature was capable of. There was no way Aima could try anything in this condition.
Then she left. Oh sweet suits she was gone. She'd actually left her alone with Mr. McDuck. If Aima couldn't kill her she could at least expose her for the demon she was!
"Well.. I am ready, but perhaps we should wait until.. until Mrs. White returns." She almost choked on her name, but hopefully she could just pass it off as difficultly talking from the pain. Maybe she wouldn't. Maybe something terrible would happen to her.
Aima couldn't count on that, though. She needed to use what time she had. "Though while we wait.. perhaps I could ask you a question? Have you noticed anything.. funny about Mrs. White?" Like how she's violent? Or evil? Or probably dreams about killing everyone?[/color] She made sure she didn't twitch or anything, though.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 22, 2009 8:24:39 GMT -5
The Duck smiled at his maid. "Wonderful!" He watched as her fluffy tail disappeared through the door, then turned back to Aima. He had just decided what the best method for setting the tube first was, when she interjected. A frown creased his brow. Not of unhappiness, but of concern. She sounded like she was in a world of pain...and, yes, he had to remind himself that not everyone was used to coping with being in the middle of nowhere on top of a mountain when their leg got broken, and just not having the option of pain killers. He nodded, sitting down on a chair beside her to wait. "If that is what you'd rather do, then very well," he said decisively. He let a smile return to his face for a moment, but that changed at the question.
Well, that was an odd question, wasn't it? He would have laughed, except the Pine Martin seemed so completely serious. "Well...she is a little...odd. But she's from the Tulgey Wood, and they're all a bit strange coming from there," Graeme said with a shrug. And, unfortunately for Aima, the suspicions she had about Mrs. White were something she'd have trouble proving, since the Cat kept her 'evil' side very well hidden, especially from those who were closest to her. In proximity, not affection, of which she had none for Mr. McDuck, though he was fairly fond of her as far as one could be of a good servant.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 22, 2009 8:30:04 GMT -5
Meanwhile, in no great rush to return and be forced to play nurse maid to a creature who had brought her own fate on herself (she had asked to have a Jack-level ability used on her despite warnings that it would not be pleasant!) Mrs. White had decided to finish her soup before asking the staff anything. So she sat and took the spoon again in her paws, and began to politely and slowly eat. Her thoughts strayed to how, despite the annoying tasks she was having to do here, at least this was proving to be a rather more interesting day than it would have been otherwise.
She'd rather be here watching Pine Martins meet a gruesome fate than at home cleaning and cooking and doing all those other tasks that she loathed. She could do without Scrooge making a total fool of himself in public, since that was embarrassing and reflected rather badly on her, since she had to listen to him when he told her to do things. But then again, he'd shaped up quickly enough. Mrs. White sighed a bit, taking the last bite of soup, and then taking care to finish her last cup of tea, as well.
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Post by Esfiel on Nov 24, 2009 21:40:00 GMT -5
A bit strange? A little odd? However was she going to convince him, and how could be so completely oblivious to it? She glanced at the door. She couldn't hear anyone approaching, but she doubted that she'd hear Mrs. White even if she were right outside the door. Maybe she was even listening in.. well, that wasn't her problem. If she was to overhear then so be it.
"Well, I don't know about just being a bit strange. The stories I've heard from Tulgey Wood are worse than those I hear about Golfam Marsh." She paused for a moment, trying to think up her defense as fast as she could. "And they could just be stories, of course, but aren't stories based on truth somewhere? And.. doesn't she just give off.. well I'm not quite sure what it is. An aura of sorts. You don't feel at all uncomfortable around her? She has got a rather twisted sense of humor." Aima was thinking about the way the Cat knew what would happen if he used his Jack's ability on her and suggested it anyway. That got her mind working.
"Like the way she suggested you use your Jack's ability.. I mean surely it was in joke, but after I said yes," by the way she spoke of it you'd think she'd do it all over again even if she knew how it would turn out, "she was just so calm! She was calm during and after. Surely she knew what was going to happen. I suppose the surprise got you to go through with it, but she seemed to be in control of herself the whole time. Surely she could have diverted it..?" Aima certainly thought that she could have, just as she was certain she had not wanted to.
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Post by Lucca on Dec 1, 2009 20:34:20 GMT -5
The Duck looked her over, considering, as she spoke, orange eyes narrowed in thought. It was hard to tell how far he believed her from the expression he wore. Certainly, he was listening, and he wasn't immediately dismissive of her words. Graeme thought, the more he listened to her, that the Pine Martin spoke out of perfect ignorance, which of course he could forgive, as that would be no fault of the girl's own. He leaned back a bit against the wall, twitching a hand as if to grab his cane before realizing he'd left it in the main room of the restaurant. He sighed a bit before deciding how to reply to the girl.
"Aima, you're a smart Lass, but am I correct in assuming that Mrs. White is the first resident of Tulgey Wood that you've ever encountered?" He looked very seriously at her, a hand drifting up to rub along the brim of his top hat. "This aura you speak of...yes, it very much does surround my maid, as it does all her Realm. I used to find it quite...uncomfortable, but I've grown used to it, after having not only met several Tulgeys, but having visited the Realm itself. Which, by the way, I'd advise you never to do. It would send shivers down your spine, as it does mine remembering it. Those stories you heard are most likely not too far from the truth. But still, is it fair to judge all members of the Realm by the same coin, even if they all give off such an aura? Forgive me, but when you speak of her sense of humor...I really do believe that it may just be a bit of a bias."
Graeme looked at her gravely, knowing that she wouldn't really like what he was saying, or may not even believe him. But she was young and had experienced so much less of the world. And he certainly found the implications her next statements were rife with a bit...odd. She did not seem to regret agreeing to the experiment but yet....she was...blaming Mrs. White for it...? "Aima, she would not have been able to prevent your agreement..." He shook his head, rubbing the top of his beak, and then looked apologetically at Aima. He reached an imploring hand out to her as he tried again to say what he meant to. "She's a very calm demeanor by nature, but she always takes such care of others...I know she comes off as a bit odd, but she's been loyal and done everything I've ever asked of her, and more. I once again do apologize for the ability I used on you." He gave a furtive glance to her broken leg. "And I do appreciate your concern, but please...trust me when I say that I know Mrs. White. She has her faults, everyone does, but she's...a good person at heart."
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Post by Lucca on Dec 1, 2009 20:41:47 GMT -5
Having finished her tea, the Cat who had no idea she was being discussed in the other room (though how the sadistic part of her would have -laughed- if she had heard the way Scrooge was defending her!) moved with an elegant grace to the back room to speak with the staff. It took only a few moments to sweet-talk her way into seeing a manager on duty, and a good deal longer to explain the situation to him, with several annoying reiterations of the same story to different people, by which time she was thoroughly fed up with the whole buiisiness and was busily fantasizing about buring the place down. Not her normal style, no, but it would certainly have been satisfying.
However, she showed none of her annoyance, the caring and slightly dotty side of her that she let be in control merely fretting about the amount of time she had to leave that poor, dear Pine Martin in pain. When she at last got the meds, Mrs. White bowed graciously to all involved and, taking the bottle gently in her mouth, walked back towards the room at a brisk pace.
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Post by Esfiel on Dec 5, 2009 2:42:40 GMT -5
Aima was staring at Scrooge in clear shock. Bias? Good heart? ...what?! Okay maybe her argument did sound bias, but.. but come on! If you were a good person you just didn't have such a creepy aura, no matter where you were from! Something had to be wrong with you! What did it matter if she hadn't done anything yet? Maybe she was bidding her time, just waiting to strike or for her tolerance to break?
Or maybe something was wrong with Mr. McDuck.. not business-wise, just people-wise. Though maybe he was just one of those people who thought the best of everyone until he had a reason to think otherwise. With someone who made himself so rich it seemed unlikely, but anything was possible.
"Okay..." she mumbled ungracefully, almost like a defeated child who didn't get her way. She sulked for a second more before she knew she should take it like an adult. Not to mention the demon should be returning soon. "I will trust your judgement. I suppose she really hasn't done anything to warrant my mistrust." Even though she thought the Cat did. Did it really take her that long, after all, to find out if they had pain killers?
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