Emil Castagnier (
knightofratatosk) wrote2010-05-19 11:58 am
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[Voice/Action] (Backdated to yesterday after Yuber's post)
[Anyone in the grocery store will be treated to a battered, bloodied Emil (la la ongoing thread, oops) stumbling inside and slamming the door shut behind him, leaning back against it in a desperate hope that Yuber will think twice about following him into a building where other people might be taking refuge. When several moments pass and there is no attempt to open the door, Emil slides down it into a sitting position on the floor and takes a few deep breaths. He's clearly in bad shape; multiple wounds are bleeding heavily, and he bears the marks of several fire and lightning spells as well.
At last he stirs and reaches over for his journal, which he dropped on the floor in his haste. His voice is shaky and strained as he says one thing:]
I think... I think I need some help.
At last he stirs and reaches over for his journal, which he dropped on the floor in his haste. His voice is shaky and strained as he says one thing:]
I think... I think I need some help.
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But people are getting hurt or even killed because of him! I couldn't just sit around and do nothing!
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[Applying ointment and bandages now.] It's very noble of you to try to protect everyone, but you need to recognize your own limits as well.
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I never said that. You've been a great help to the village already, just from helping to defend the clinic the other day. [She gives him a reassuring smile despite feeling terribly guilty for making him feel bad in the first place.] In fact, I've been meaning to thank you for that.
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[He scrubs at his eyes in an attempt to keep the tears from escaping. How embarrassing, to fall apart in from of someone he barely knew, but the events of the past couple of weeks have just been so frustrating for him.]
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... you really mean that? I didn't just get in the way?
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Of course you didn't get in the way. I needed every ounce of help I could get.
Thank you for being there.
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Thanks for not chasing me away or telling me to go inside.
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I have to admit, I was worried about you. [Sheepish chuckle.] ...But believe me, I was worried about everyone.
[And, let's face it, she still is. One thing right after the other.]
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I don't want those wounds reopening. You should come back to the clinic so we can keep an eye on you.
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[He leans gratefully into the support, shutting his eyes and taking a few deep breaths to ward off the pain.]
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Now come on, let's get you to the clinic.
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[But he only manages a few shaky steps before he gets too dizzy to keep walking.]
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With a poof, her bo staff - previously leaned against the wall - turns into a slightly goofy-looking, man-sized doll. It's going to take a huge amount of magic and energy to hold it in this form long enough to get him back to the clinic, but she's bound and determined.
Don't mind the weird staff-doll scooping you up gently now, Emil.] We should really hurry... I know this is a little strange, but we'll get you there safely.
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H-hey, what is this thing?!
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