Timestamp: 20 Dyo, 81382 Who: Fautal Vliemd Wearing: Torn grey shirt and green cargo pants. IC: Fautal was in a horrible condition. He was found just on the outskirts of the Manik swamplands and brutally injured. Fautal had many cuts and gashes along his torso and legs that had only just barely stopped bleeding and some that still were bleeding. After he had been found he had been rushed to the hospital in Watani and there they hoped to keep him untill he made a full recovery. For two days Fautal was unconcious while his injuries healed. When he woke up the staff at the hospital were quite alarmed to see Fautal in a fit of extreme rage start to tear the place up using his darkness magic. After about fifteen minutes they were able to sedate him and get him back into a coma. Over the next week when he came back into conciousness he'd have the same fit of rage which kept causing damage to the hospital. After these fits they decided to call in an expert.
<table width="90%" cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font face=verdana style="font-size:12px; line-height:16px;"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> OOC: thanks for starting this thread! i assume because this thread is time-stamped so far into the past, we're starting from the beginning and will move into the present? ------------------- -- - -- ----------------- -- - -- -------------------------- - The phone rung. Sequential beeps. Like the chirps of baby birds in the nest, hungry and needy. Picking up, the voice on the line was straining not to sound like baby birds. But Lamaria, an empath, could clearly pick up the distress on the other end. <font color=deeppink>"Fautal Vliemd? Of course. Yes, of course. No, m'am... Yes, he's been a patient of mine for severa-yes, I have the paperwork."</font> It was not so much a conversation as a plea and an interrogation. <font color=deeppink>"I can make it over there within a pui or two. Okay, alright. Talk to you then."</font> She set down the receiver and let a sigh trickle passed her lips. Good thing her coming pui had been left empty... because, apparently, they were just waiting to become full. Lamaria packed, and by the 20th of Dyo she arrived to Watani looking cool, calm, and collected. Passing through the entrance of a hospital that she'd visited only a few times before then, she filtered through nurses and doctors until alas, late in the morning, she found herself standing at the foot of Fautal's bed looking at an arden who'd been strapped and sedated. Fully and completely restrained by devices and by drug. The thought of it was enough to curdle the food in her stomach. The thill moved slowly to the bedside, pulling in tow a chair. The afternoon proceeded quietly as Fautal remained comatose by the melange of chemical concoctions drifting in his body. On several occasions Lamaria moved her hands over top his body, near touching, with her eyes closed and her lips making mute words, soft and inaudible notes to herself. It wasn't hard to sense the inner rage boiling his blood into red hot rivers but the origin she could not find... Distraught, but only slightly, she began to write her discoveries into a fresh notebook. It did not look like this would be an easy case. </font></div></td></tr></table>
OOC: Sorry, I didn't notice that you had posted before. IC: Fautal lie there, inside his head he was fighting against the demon that had taken over his emotions. He struggled greatly with it inside and tried to break free of the rage that plagued him now. Anyone now could see the struggle that was happening. Fautal's eyes moved quickly under his eyelids, he started to pant and he broke out into a cold sweat. Fautal's hands were clawing at the sheets that were on the bed. After a few minutes of this he started to calm down. It was exhausting, both mentally and physically to battle this demon and regain control of his mind and body.
