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 Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:16 pm
Purple TentOh… OH. Hel blinked. Ah…yeah…she totally misunderstood that. The reaper sighed again, this time at herself. “… I’ll wait outside with you.” She murmured, glancing around now. She wasn’t seriously injured, and if Mot was leaving, she wouldn’t hog the cot when there were other, more seriously injured students who needed it. “ Riyo!” She called out to the cat demoness. “ We shall be waiting for you outside, alright?” She then stood, and looked down at Mot. “ After you, friend.”
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:17 pm
(( Purple Tent ))
And hug him she did. Between the closeness of her friend and the gentle hum he gave to try and soothe her, she did eventually release his arm. The reinforced stitches, as awkward as it felt to be done, was reassuring. When it came time to move she did, turning more to face him though her eyes remained downcast.
"A-Are you okay?" She asked then, finally having the time to do so; she wasn't being hoisted to become a microphone anymore. "And...should I remove...?" She gestured to the safety pins on her chest and on her thigh, the ones holding closed the impaling wounds. Moure managed to stitch around them, but it was hastily done and failing.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:17 pm
Green TentWillow was trying to avoid giving JD a death stare to prove how serious she was on telling him to stop that. She didn't really want an autograph anyways. "Really it's not that bad." She said with a shake of her head, "Stop being such a drama ghoul."
She nodded when Jericho agreed to let Riley know, "Thank you. I think it'd make him feel better. At least I hope it will..." She frowned slightly not liking the whole thing, she didn't know what had gone through Bul's head but hearing his mutterings at the time was bad enough. She finished off her spookie and glanced around the tent. She still hadn't seen Bea or Cady...
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:18 pm
Green to Purple
Herryk wasn't entirely sure what was going on in the tent he'd made his way to, but there seemed to be a lot of hurt feelings and tears. Herryk didn't want to get involved, not after the ordeal he'd just gone through, and so he rose to his feet and exited the tent. Herryk figured he'd stop by and check in on Freya before making his way back home.
He really missed his foxfires. After everything that had transpired, Herryk wanted nothing more than to pile into his bed with all of those happy little derp-faces.
Rubbing a hand against his shoulder, Herryk slunk back into the tent he'd left Freya in. Catching sight of the ghoul speaking with someone, Herryk waited anxiously nearby as he waited to catch a moment with Freya before heading back to his dorm. Freya was obviously priority one, Sweet Nanna and the other foxfires running a close second.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:22 pm
Purple TentMot nodded, getting up from the cot. Outside! Fresh air! Soo---- Woooah... Mot grimaced, holding his head as a rush of vertigo hit. Oops. He stood up much to quickly. It passed once Hel had informed Riyo of their whereabouts, and he nodded. "Right.."Mot left the purple tent and headed outsi iiiii-- AAAH THE LIGHT IT BURNS MY EYES!!!! OH JACK WHY?!?!
((Exiting))
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:23 pm
Purpleplepleple
Christof nodded, although he didn't look alright. His face was mostly placid, his movements almost auto-pilot. Besides the missing arm, he looked exhausted. He pointed to the pins, expression dipping in renewed concern. She had used them. He was glad. Oh so gently he eased back the tattered remains of what clothes she had, before giving extra care to the needle.
They probably would need to start from scratch if the body was too deteriorated. He didn't know how the effect of decay and mismanagement had on her body-possession. Hopefully she wasn't in discomfort. Perhaps just a few replacements later would be less... traumatic.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:24 pm
GREEN TENTIt was a completely different atmosphere, once they'd walked through the door. While her injuries were still the same, she felt distinctly stronger, able to at least hold her own now.
"I'm fine," she echoed, stepping away when he let go of her. It was only then that she saw how bad a condition he had been in- and yet he'd still stayed with her. Ordinarily, it wouldn't have meant a thing to her- he'd made the choice to help her, and if he suffered for it, it was his own fault. But she felt bad for it, somehow.
Frozen, the salamander was at a complete loss for words. After what seemed like forever, she managed a "Don't die, okay", before hurriedly hobbling off towards the green tent.
It was the most she could give back.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:24 pm
Purple Tent
"I can see how that is an awkward problem," He simply said before working to clean the wounds, applying ointment and putting gauze dressing pads over some of the wounds, "Be thankful that these are waterproof."
He also got to removing the wet bandages from the burns, drying them and then bandaging him, "Change the bandages and take your medicine daily. Do not scratch the burns as they are healing. It was itch, but leave them alone and they should heal up fine." He then turned to Barth and did the same for the demon, "Rest for a while till you feel good enough to walk, and then you may go back to your rooms to take a proper rest."
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:27 pm
Purple Tent
Riley stopped at Sammy's words, and gave her a single nod, before settling in a chair near Hel and Mot, her own eyes unfocusing as she heard it. Jericho's message. She didn't respond, but he could tell she had heard. Something was wrong with Bul - something that he needed her for. She began to brood as the possibilities of what exactly went down in that house started to turn grimmer than even she'd expected.
Riley would sit, unmoving, for quite some time - if someone came to her, asked for her help, or just needed a moment of her time, she would give it. Until then, she sat. And thought.
Hard.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:27 pm
Purple TentOnce she was done addressing Riyo, Hel trailed closely after the taller grim reaper. When the tent curtain was drawn back, revealing the light, Hel couldn’t help but wince, and it wasn’t because it was her eyes that were burning. In one shift motion, the valkyrie took off her apron and then draped it over Mot’s head as they left, a hand coming up to guide him by the elbow. (( Exiting!))
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:30 pm
Purple TentFreya let Professor Malcolm's hand go, seemingly happy to have known his name, at least. She let out a mumble, impossible to understand, before she smiled up at him brilliantly. "Herryk. Herryk will comes for me." She sounded.. so very off. "Yes. Herryk." She repeated as she turned her eyes away from Malcolm and up to the ceiling.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:35 pm
Blue TentMalodore entered the tent just as Bul felt the worst shudder of pain travel from head to toe and he held back a yelp. "Y- YES. M.. Me-" he then sighed when the pain faded temporarily. He appeared to be burnt rather badly for being in the blue tent.
"Just.." Bul then lowered his voice to a whisper. "Just don't let her come in here-" he whimpered with craaaaazy eyes. Cricket was the last first person he wanted to see back at school.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:37 pm
(( Purple Tent! ))
"Chris..." Her remaining eye blinked rapidly, trying to clear the congealed blood-tears enough to take a clearer look at him. "You should...take care of yourself first." She pouted, lifting a hand to brush gently against his cheek. "I'll be alright, r-really!" She didn't want him to get to stressed out with stitching her back up when he didn't look to good himself. But when he gestured, she couldn't help but glance down.
"...A Human...err, Hunter, p-put it's sword through me." Amrita explained sheepishly, pulling up the tattered remains of her bloodied ballgown to show the one on her thigh better, which was cut from the outer side right to the bone. "A-and my back is...I don't know, actually..." She couldn't pin herself back there, but the bodice and how tight it was had kept it from opening any further, at least as far as she could tell. "The rest...the rest is from the, um, ambush and the wind attacks..." Then finally to her broken arm. "A hammer...still a Hunter..." It looked to her like he wanted an explanation, and even if he didn't, he still got it.
"Y-your pins kept me together...thank you."
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:37 pm
Green tent
"Yeah, hopefully..."
Though, now that he looked, Jericho noticed that Bul was in the blue tent. Then again, whatever was going on, was probably something that wasn't easily fixed through medical means.
Glancing to the side, he saw some more people coming on in. He hoped Cricket wouldn't be overwhelmed by the number of students needing her medical expertise.
"Come on in. Grab a spookie or two. Or three," he said to the newcomers, offering one to Vee as she moved by.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:39 pm
"Can manage... that assignment," Barth said to Malcolm, with a very small smile.
"You saw to Christof? Or did he...wander..." his eyes opened briefly, towards where Christof and Amrita were, then added, "The things we've been...dealing with were...very helpful to me, this trip"
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