<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>oopsie :( my bad... i'll edit it or something...</td></tr></table>
In another brilliant snap decision (Really on a roll for that tonight...), Tenebrous decided that he liked this other youngling significantly less than he did the elder--even if he was scary enough to make a murder of lawyers take a step back. For one, he was a show-off. For another, he apparently missed the part where Ramathian was being spoken to keep the nioti out of the conversation. Thirdly, and most annoying, the fuzzbrained idiot had exposed his comment as an insult. Ah! Found those knives. Ooh! Note to self: knives are pointy and sharp. Ah well, it's not bad enough to have to Heal. He stuck his cut finger in his mouth and went over to tack up the blanket, pondering ways to cause the young one's death. Oh! That reminds me... Okay, now that we're all inside, who are you people, and why are you out exploring the Machina Ruins at night?
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Writers block: GACK! :( </td></tr></table> He wouldn't believe what i'm doing, nobody would, but, heck, i'll tell 'em anyway <span style='color:red'>I'm hunting ghosts here in the ruins, its like a hobby and a job...</span>
Xavier watched the three from above he noted how they moved, and judged them not to be a threat He turned to go, but accidentally knocked some rubble to the ground below he didn't notice, or care they weren't a threat he flipped his night vision goggles down zipped up the collar of his combat suit and sprinted along the rooves and pieces of rubble towards the center of the ruins, If they decide to follow me it will be the last decision they'll make.... He jumped down into a crack in a peice of rubble and settled in...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Er... Precaution, you don't have an approved character up in the right place. You need to submit a character and have it approved before you start to play them. Er, that, and your post is like one huge run-on sentance :\ To everyone else, sorry for the short/crappy post, I'm feeling pretty out of it.</td></tr></table> Mordraug shook his head slowly, looking at his feet. "<span style='color:gray'>My name is Mordraug, I'm on a small expedition, looking for demons and poisons, nothing special."</span> he coughed nervously into his first, <span style='color:gray'>"Ah...And that wasn't 'powdered sugar' kid, that was srox. It's a lethal poison that liquifies the organs over the period of a few weeks. Incredibly painful in the last few stages of it's effects." </span> he said quietly.
I was actually just out looking for some dinner when, er...what did you say? joun's eyes grew wide and the jars he was holding fell from his hands. He clutched his stomach as a sharp pain racked his torso. oooooh, it hurts! <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry for the extremely short post, I'm workning 7 days a week now, all in the evening. Blarg! T_T</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Precaution, if I could delete that post, it'd be gone. I think you better go play somewhere else...preferably other than this forum. Don't you have a rock you need to crawl back under?</td></tr></table> Hunting ghosts? ...that's really not much of an answer. With the right mushrooms, he could be working from home. Why here? I suppose the nightlife is less dead than I thought it would be, but I think it'd be better for him if it were more so...and he didn't tell us his name...I think Mr. Ghost Hunter has certainly got more going on than he tells. Mordraug. His name's as creepy as he is. For demons, he could always look in a mirror, but what kind of poisons do you find in a pile of ruined machina? ...I think I'm probably better off if I never find out the answer to that. The last statement of Mordraug's caught Tenebrous off-guard in the same way that a battleax to the head might have. However, the sight of someone else in pain jolted him into action. He was across the room in a heartbeat, probably the one that he skipped when he had first seen Mordraug. He held the young 'dragon close, trying to avoid landing either of them in the fire. If you don't have an antidote, then when I'm finished healing this bastard you're going to wish you'd eaten those biscuits yourself!
<span style='color:red'>Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, he was fiddling with a vial a little while ago, hes got an antidote. You should calm down, its Just poison, i've fought worse things in the jandarian acadamy dormatories.</span> he said, Oops, wrong thing to say...
Mordraug glared at the nioti who had said the vial contained an antidote. He really didn't like the little male. "Nioti shouldn't assume things they don't know." He held up the small vial. "This isn't an antidote, it's a painkiller." He tapped the side of it gently, the clear liquid inside sloshing about. "He'll need to drink that. As for an antidote... there isn't one. But it's very early on and I might be able to pull something together that may counteract the poison." Even as he spoke Mordraug began to rumage through his bag, sending flasks and vials tinkling. A poison master always has to know how to cure what he kills with... As he set about collecting ingrediants he made his way over to Tenebrous and Joun, holding out the vial of painkiller. Where in the name of Fronima did I put that Asuran water?...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Ahh how cruel.... my charcters ARE now verified and I feel very insulted by the rock comment... ah well then. maybe I shall take my leave...</td></tr></table>
It felt as though his insides were trying to escape, the pain of it was nearly unbearable. Doubled over, Joun could do nothing but retch dryly as his body tried furiously to rid itself of the poison he had unwittingly consumed in rediculous quantity. Arms cluching his torso, Joun yelped feabily while the immense pain reduced him to a quivering mass. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Blarg, sorry for the delay. I'm working as a chef now, but they keep me until almost midnight to cater for the bar. T_T Now that I'm getting used to my hours, I should be more prompt with m replies. XP</td></tr></table>
Time seemed to slow for Tenebrous, giving me room to write as much mental dialogue as I want. Shit. He doesn't have an antidote... ...why couldn't I have just kept on sleeping, or not invited them in? ...I knew I should have stayed home... ...and the problem with healing him is that I really can't do much. Heal the damage, at least the worst of it....and even that will be a strain. Neutralizing the poison...this situation calls for a healer...I suppose we'll have to make do with me... Tenebrous placed his hands gently over the poisoned 'dragon's midsection. Summoning all his mental reserves, he chants: tsuomkh het fyompt, namp het vlath, tyysha het tgejes.... <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>And what's really cool about that is that his hands glow when he's healing. I'm not going to really do much to heal him because I think that while healing is a part of Archon and Light Lore studies (as they've been described to me), (1) it's probably not a large part (2) I'm not a Master (3) I want to do more with crazy Light spells.</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>skip meh, my character doesn't have much to do at the moment</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>where in da fook did everyone go?!?!?</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Sorry for the delay, various things I won't bore you with got in the way x.x Very sorry. Writers Block = Crappy Post</td></tr></table> Mordraug slid his shoulder out of the bag, dropping it to the floor and sitting down beside it. Producing a mortar and pestal, as well as a vial of a green 'goop' that he emptied into the ceramic bowl. A small pinch of what appeared to be hair thin roots joined the asuran in the mortar, and Mordraug set to work, deftly grinding up the mix into a fine mass. He muttered as he worked, occasionally pulling another unidentifiable ingrediant from his satchel and adding it to the concoction. A liberal amount of the same clear fluid Joun had already been given was added, turning the now ochre paste into a thick liquid. The tip of a metal pinky was dipped lightly into liquid, and lifted to thin lips. Mordraug first sniffed, then stuck out a black tongue and tasted the fruits of his labour. A sour grimace, then a pleased grunt. It would have to do. Mordraug curtly offered the bowl to Tenebrous, careful not to spill the possible antidote. "Give it to him." he muttered darkly, "This stuff is so strong it'll either cure him or kill him. It better be the former, I used up my whole travel supply of asuran on it." Mordraug said gruffly. Despite how he acted, his gut was wrenched with guilt, leaving him nauseous and miserable. He forlornly glanced at Joun, hating himself for causing another such pain. This whole thing had been his fault, stemmed from a slip up that should not have occured in the first place. Could it be... Was he going senile in his old age?
Tenebrous managed to take the bowl from Mordraug without spilling anything, but he thanked all the gods he knew to not have to do it again. The details of the next few minutes, getting the antidote down Joun's throat, may have been distinguishable by an outside observer, but Tenebrous would carry the memories as a blur, a collection of images and impressions. The firelight reflected in every drop of sweat on Joun's brow. The smell of vomit heavy in his nostrils. Sharp pain as Joun's teeth sank into his fingers... Eventually, it was over. Tenebrous was sitting by his belongings, his blanket was wrapped around Joun. Someone had taken care enough to bandage his hand, and clean up the puke---he wondered who. Tenebrous brushed his sweat-damp hair out of his eyes, and said in a none too steady voice I...I think I'll take some of that tea now, if you don't mind... <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>well, that was fun. I wonder who gets to try and off themselves next?</td></tr></table>
Del looked around and yawned, <span style='color:red'>This is getting boring, cure the poison and finish the tea. I have somwhere else i need to go, and its a long trip, ya'know.</span> he looked up toward the sky, Punm, i've only got about an hour, plus the unfavorable wind, i hope i won't be late...
