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Spells of the Night (Closed for Now) [16+]

Corradino Michelangelo Parisi

Of the Parisi brothers, it was Corradino who's name witches could fear. He was the needle swordsman, the hunter faster than the wind, who could skewer a Witch and her foul familiar with one well aimed strike. They said he could smell a witch, that just by being near them he could sniff them out like some kind of dog, and that if he found a Witch he would stalk them for hours before killing them. Rumours about the man flew, the Parisi family had been hunting withces for a long time and he may have been the best hunter the family had ever had... that's what they siad.

Thee truth? He was good, very good and very dangerous. He couldn't smell a witch, he wasn't faster than the wind and he didn't stalk, considering it a waste of time unless absolutely necassary. Was he the best the family had? Currently most definitely, but ever? He wasn't sure, but it hardly mattered now. After getting his and his brothers rooms for the night, he went looking for him. Stepping out of the inn he looked for the nearest tavern, knowing his brother would have headed there first.

As he located it he began his trek towards it before something caught his eye, a young woman had set up a little shop next to the tavern, the sort of travel stand many aspiring merchants used. Though her pitch peaked the hunters interest. Mentions of magical cures and potions, the tools of withces certainly... but alchemists and charlatains as well. He wondered for moment his next course of action, before decideing on thee direct route. The Witch-hunter in all his glory approached the stand, looking over her shop before looking down at the girl, "Tell me girl, got any Wolfsbane? Silver? Lavender or gold? I'm looking to re-stock my supplies, and you seem like the nearest shoppe that may have any of the items I'm looking for.", he wanted to see her response, more often than not these people were charlatains and alchemists... but he had slain a witch or two in his time who hid in plain sight, but it was quite the long shot.

@Karl Kadaver

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got it!

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Lieutenant Mika Delouse

Mika was about to try and go find the medic himself when his angel of a savior arrived. She shushed him first, apparently in all his mumbling he'd been louder than he thought. He wanted to respond then, tell her he was sorry for being to loud and acting like a child and he needs to learn to shut the hell up. That he was the worst excuse of a CO she had probably ever had and that he didn't deserve to command mice, let alone men or her... that she desereved someone competent. Instead all he managed tto stammer out was, "Righ-rrrr-rr-rr-right, s-ss-ssssssorry.", before she began to rub his arms and guide him to sitting on a crate he had pulled over earlier only to abandon it in order to pace anxiously. She sat him down and pulled up her own 'chair' barrel before looking at him with... a look of worry on her face.

She spoke softly too him, "Focus on my voice. Let yourself be carried away from whatever it is to were thinking"' it would have been hard for him to focus on much else, no one else could talk to him like that... and christ did he need it. Sure the words were what you would tell an unruly child throwing a fit, but he ignored the words and focused on the soft, kind tone in her voice. He stopped rapidly breathing, slowing it down as he started to take deep breaths as was suggested, she calmed him down quickly enough, "tell me what's wrong", he exhaled slowly before answering, swearing to keep his cool, "I-its ffffucking O'C-c-c-cccconnor... h-h-he has no re-re-r-respect for authori-thority. He won't stop f-fucking antagonizing me... i-i-it-its ssss-ss-s-setting me on edge, getting me anxious a-and panicky like...", he shook his hands as if to illustrate his current condition, ""th-this! Y-y-you g-g-go-gotta help me Collie you g-g-gotta... I c-ccc-can't focus an-and my mmm-m-meds aren't eno-nough...", he wasn't sure why he could say 'Collie' without stuttering... well maybe he did but that hardly mattered.

He looked up at her, trying his best to not look like a stuttering wreck and a worthless officer. She was the only one who ever saw him like this and she had never criticized him for it or gotten mad or frustrated with him, making her the best emdic he had ever met in his book. Of course, that didn't mean he wanted to look like a wreck in front of her or was willing to look incompetent... if anything he wanted to look more like an officer in her presence not less. He wanted her to trust him, to think he could be a real officer, to... he hardly knew her but he wanted her to like him, even in the few months he had known her she had made things a whole lot easier, always ready to help him and he couldn't ever thak her enough. He pushed it out of his mind, because he considered his thoughts innapropriate for a superior officer to have about a subordinate, but he couldn't deny his feelings towards the medic... not that he could tell her, the worthless man he was...

@Pirouette

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@Pirouette I would but the rules say I gotta wait for one more post before I can go agin... I REALLY wanna respond but I respect da GM's rulez

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@Pirouette Christ, Craster is a god damn god send for Mika! kek, great post, Mika really is gonna be a fan of Craster, draftee or not, murderer or not, she is helping him keep his head on straight! PRobably skewed his voice on staff importance though... oh well, I gotta wait befor eI can post again anyways!

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Or of course @DJAtomika could get in there first... cause some real drama

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So either the medic is gonna get there... or someone else. Up to whoever posts next I suppose

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Lieutenant Mika Delouse

Lieutenant Mika Delouse was alone in the storage room, nervously tapping his foot and pacing around the room, quietly mumbling to himself, "I-i-insub-b-bordiante li-little shit... I shou-shou-shhhh-shssh-... gotta court marshal him... y-yea tha-tha-thats what I wa-wa-wa-need to do...", Delouse was quietly ranting to himself about the most recent addition to his men, Privat First class O'Connor. He had been sent to the outpost not to long ago and was causing his CO and undue amount of stress and anxiety. He was an insubordinate deserter and it showed. He and Delouse had clashed several times now over seemingly petty issues, turning into shouting matches. While the Private could handle these no problem, his CO had a condition that meant these 'fights' were causing him to... essentially relapse slightly. More than once he had had to catch himself about to start stuttering or even more serious changes in his speech... it was a big change and wasn't treating the CO very well.

He would need a little extra help, at least for awhile until he adjusted to the new private. To that end he had asked Corporal Craster, the teams medic, to meet him here just after Private Webley's watch had ended. He needed her to analyze him, and decide what else he needed be it medication, distraction, councelling or some other thing... he needed to do something though. Keeping his condition a secret was hard enough without O'Connor excaserbating the issue with his antagonistic attitude towards his superiors. Hopefully the medic could help Delouse... she had proved more than friendly so far, but this was the first time his condition actually showed any signs of beating his medication even slightly.

"Fu-fu-ffff-ff-ffuck-fucking O-o--O'Connor... I-I-I c-c-ccccccan't get rid of the b-b-bas-bastard... g-g-go-go-gonna... f-fuck m-m-m-me. Whe-whe-where is -c-c-c-c-corporal C-c-c-cc-cra-craster.", she had yet to arrive and he had no idea why... was she sleeping? He needed her now... befoore someone else could walk in... he hoped.

@Pirouette or anyone

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What? No I am at the base

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Ok... its resolved I just gotta re-type my post now