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Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Morose
Can't a man meditate on top of water in a self-produced shrine in his attic in peace?
Is that too much to ask???

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Joel Shcroeder

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Location: Altsoba Hospital
Interacting With: Howard Lucas @Morose

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Joel paid little attention to the bottle of Pills thrusted into his hands, knowing it'd likely be nothing more potent than extra strength Ibuprofen. As he was Ushered away, he shook his head with a soft chuckle and pulled on his Sports-Jacket. Reaching into the inner Pocket, he procured a pack of cigarettes and placed one in his lips, lighting it and pausing a bit to acknowledge the cuts on his hands. Looking back to Howard, he raised his eyebrows at the book's title, before shrugging.
"Absolutely, I'd love to have a crack at such an Infamous novel."
As he continued to walk with Howard, he began to feel a faint thumping, emitting from what felt to be the center of his chest. As it began more and more prominent, he shivered, a feeling of void slowly trickling down his spine before it's movement stopped, as well as the Thumping.

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Dr. Deacon

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Location: Altsoba Veterinary Office
Interacting With: Leo, the cat.

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"And we seem to be all good to go."
He said quietly with a smile, petting the white, short haired tabby purring on his examination table. The doctor set down his stethoscope and jotted down a few words onto a sheet of paper pertaining to Leo's health record, before setting them down as well and picking the cat up gently. Walking the few steps from his office to the Lobby, he smiled to the elderly woman sitting anxiously in the the waiting room.
"He's all good to go Mrs. Stetler."
He said happily, handing the tabby to the concerned woman.
"Everything checks out Doctor?"
She asks worriedly, reaching into her purse to procure a checkbook.
"Of course Mary, He's as healthy as a Kitten, just make sure to watch him closely while he's outside, that much grass isn't good for anyone but cows."
He responded soothingly with a chuckle, his hand resting over hers reassuringly.
"And don't fret over the bill, times as stressful as these shouldn't be spent counting checks."
He continued with a gentle smile, nodding as she thanked him and he walked her to the door. Retaining the smile until she left the small parking lot, his face dropped immediately, turning the sign on the door to closed, before walking from his office to the attic on the top floor of the building.

As he entered the attic, he removed his shoes and socks, as well as his lab-coat and button up, watching the attic slowly transform from a dusty room to a beautiful Sanctum surrounding a glistening pool of vibrantly blue water. As his feet felt the transformation of the wood into soft, luscious grass, he sighed comfortably, a sense of clarity surrounding him.

Surrounding the pool were Six small protruding stones, each with the Symbol of a different Essence carved into it's face, and a line of golden liquid that slowly changed the water's color protruding from underneath the stones. As the Water soon became the same color as the liquid mixing into it, Deacon stepped out onto it, walking atop the water to the center of the pool and sitting with crossed legs and folded hands. Then, he began to meditate, preparing himself spiritually for the days to come and the trials they will hold.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Brecken Leroy Deacon

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Brecken Leroy Deacon

"The Druid of Sarvonia."

"Whoever said I was retired?"

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Character Summary

Name:Brecken Leroy Deacon
Aliases: Dr. Deacon, The Druid of Sarvonia, Deacon.
Age: 43
Birthday: November 5th, 1964.
Ethnicity: African American
Birth Place: "Sarvonia" An Enormous, hidden cave in Fforest Fawr, Southwest of the Black Mountain. (Wales)
Place of Residency: The top floor of Altsoba Veterinary Clinic. Near Aunt Sue's Inn.
Hometown Sarvonia
Gender: Male
Highest Level of Education: Doctor of Veterinary Medicene.
Occupation: Altsoba's only Veterinary.
Languages: English, Latin.

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Appearance

Height: 5'8, 172cm
Weight: 175lbs, 80kg
Body Type: Stocky, but not heavy.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color and Style: Salt and Pepper, more pepper. Shaved, with a clean goatee.
Skin Tone: Ebony
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None, but a small scar on his left collarbone.
Personal Style: When not working, he frequently wears crew-neck sweaters and jeans, earth tones exclusively. When working, a blue button up and black slacks with a white lab coat overtop.

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Psychology

Soothing * Reserved * Understanding * Distant

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Widower, single.
Personality: Deacon is a calm, peaceful man. He is very friendly, although often does not maintain small talk, but is capable of doing so without creating awkward situations. He shares very little about himself directly, and instead offers metaphoric stories to relay a point. His empathy holds no reservations, but instead of merely sharing turmoil, he often finds a way to suggest methods of dealing with them. He's not a man with enemies, and portrays himself as he is, a simple man. Through his line of work, he has learned methods of consolation, and often uses them in causal interaction. His primary motivation is to help, whether it be performing surgery on a lifelong pet, or carrying groceries that someone may be struggling with. Although he is Too subtle to be declared a philanthropist, he is commonly viewed as a loving, generous man.
Habits: Stroking his chin while in deep thought, speaking vaguely, and tapping his fingers when anxious.
Hobbies: As a cinephile, he treats himself to a movie every week, and often hosts small dinner parties because of his love to cook, although his capability helps.
Fears:

• Personal Corruption
• Being useless in tough situations.
• Depression and Suicide.

Likes:

• Movies
• Short Novels
• Cool Breezes
• Coffee
• Cooking
• Helping

Dislikes:

• Bigotry
• Suffering
• Oppression
• Discrimination
• Abuse
• Violence

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Skills

General Skills:

• Cooking Expertly
• Medicinal Application
• Consolation
• Advanced Druidic Magic
• Ability to observe Essence
• Working under extreme stress.

Combat Skills: No more than four, and be specific!

• Defensive Magic
• Advanced Magical healing
• De-escalating hostile Situations
• Extreme Pain Tolerance

Day to Day Belongings:
Whatever you carry with you and refuse to leave the house without!

• Wallet (Driver's licence, Library card, Pocket Cash $30, Picture of himself with his Wife)
• Key-Lanyard (House Key, Car Key, Register Key, Medicine Cabinet Key, Element Cabinet Key)
• Cell Phone
• Swiss army knife
• A small, black, leather-bound book that is essentially a "Druidic Encyclopedia"
• A very small jar of mountain ash (necklace)
• A very small jar of mistletoe (necklace)
• A package of bandaids

Possessions Kept at Home:
Supplies, things of note, special belongings—things beyond basics (i.e. things like butterfly collections, shot guns, bibles, computers, and so forth)

• A larger, more in-depth Druidic Encyclopedia.
• A Bestiary (Contains information on all known supernatural beings, weaknesses, strengths, and abilities)
• Dozens of Medical Books.
• A large wooden cabinet, which contains dozens of various herbs and elements that affect the supernatural.
• Multiple First Aid Kits.
• A high-end business laptop.
• All the supplies that would be expected at a veterinarian's office.

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History

Life Before The Apocalypse
Closely Prior to the apocalypse, Deacon lead a simple life in Altsoba as the Town's Veterinarian and most kind-hearted widower.
Life Leading Up To the Apocalypse // What Brings You to Altsoba
Deacon was born into an English/Latin speaking Isolated druidic equivalent of a monastery. The land, referred to by it's few inhabitants as Sarvonia, was completely hidden and inaccessible to non-druidic born humans, and was technologically similar to the celt's prior the Christian revolution. Before the Christian invasion of surrounding lands, Sarvonia was once a vastly populated region of enormous prosperity and wealth. Non-druids commonly occupied the massive caves, and often were trained in the way of druids. After Christian soldiers began slaughtering celtic pagans and druids, the Council of Sarvonia magically sealed the sole entrance, and the kingdom of Sarvonia soon became nothing but a myth, and then completely erased from the memory of humanity.

Being born a druid, Deacon was one of a few thousand humans capable of leaving and entering Sarvonia as he pleased, albeit he did not until he reached adulthood. Born of the Council, Deacon was an incredibly gifted druid from birth, but at the age of Fourteen he achieved something unheard of in druidic communities, Mastery over all six Druidic Essences. With this capability, he was able to Influence the Essences of Earth, Water, Fire, Wind, Plant, and Animal. In Druidic Belief, everything in existence falls under one of the six Essences, and exists in two realms, the Corporeal, and the Spiritual, both of which coincide. Druid magic revolves around altering the Essence of something, which in turn affects it's Element (corporeal manifestation).

After he completed his training at 14, he stayed in Sarvonia until he reached the age of adulthood. After he left, he was provided with forged documentation of his existence and went to a University in Washington State to eventually receive a Doctorates degree in Veterinary Medicine. Shortly after, he moved to Altsoba Washington and began practicing his work. He moved to Altsoba due to his knowledge that it was a beacon for supernatural beings, and that someone needed to be there and protect the unsuspecting humans.

In Altsoba, he met a woman named Marie, with whom he fell in love with and eventually married. After five years of Marriage, his wife was killed in a "Freak Bear attack" while jogging through the forest one morning, an act that absolutely devastated Deacon, causing him to become deeply depressed, and eventually contemplate suicide. After a few years, he learned to ease his anguish, bringing him out of his depression. Although he now lives contently, the death of his wife changed him to a bit quieter, more somber man.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Birdy - Keeping Your Head Up
Deviances: Druid, ability to see Essences in collaboration with their Elements.
Extra Information:

"Once, a Scorpion found a Turtle at a river, and asked him to carry him across to the other side.
The Turtle denied him, saying 'If I carry you across, You'll sting and Kill me!'
The Scorpion then said 'No I will not! If I sting you, you will die and I will drown, it would kill us both.'
Hearing this, the Turtle was convinced and began to carry the Scorpion across the river.
Half-Way across, the Scorpion stung the Turtle, and as the Turtle died from the Poison, and the Scorpion drowned, the Turtle asked the Scorpion,
'Why did you sting me? Now we will both die!'
To which the Scorpion responded,
'It is my Nature'."

I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Brecken Leroy Deacon

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Brecken Leroy Deacon

"The Druid of Sarvonia."

"Whoever said I was retired?"

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Character Summary

Name:Brecken Leroy Deacon
Aliases: Dr. Deacon, The Druid of Sarvonia, Deacon.
Age: 43
Birthday: November 5th, 1964.
Ethnicity: African American
Birth Place: "Sarvonia" An Enormous, hidden cave in Fforest Fawr, Southwest of the Black Mountain. (Wales)
Place of Residency: The top floor of Altsoba Veterinary Clinic. Near Aunt Sue's Inn.
Hometown Sarvonia
Gender: Male
Highest Level of Education: Doctor of Veterinary Medicene.
Occupation: Altsoba's only Veterinary.
Languages: English, Latin.

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Appearance

Height: 5'8, 172cm
Weight: 175lbs, 80kg
Body Type: Stocky, but not heavy.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color and Style: Salt and Pepper, more pepper. Shaved, with a clean goatee.
Skin Tone: Ebony
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None, but a small scar on his left collarbone.
Personal Style: When not working, he frequently wears crew-neck sweaters and jeans, earth tones exclusively. When working, a blue button up and black slacks with a white lab coat overtop.

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Psychology

Soothing * Reserved * Understanding * Distant

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Widower, single.
Personality: Deacon is a calm, peaceful man. He is very friendly, although often does not maintain small talk, but is capable of doing so without creating awkward situations. He shares very little about himself directly, and instead offers metaphoric stories to relay a point. His empathy holds no reservations, but instead of merely sharing turmoil, he often finds a way to suggest methods of dealing with them. He's not a man with enemies, and portrays himself as he is, a simple man. Through his line of work, he has learned methods of consolation, and often uses them in causal interaction. His primary motivation is to help, whether it be performing surgery on a lifelong pet, or carrying groceries that someone may be struggling with. Although he is Too subtle to be declared a philanthropist, he is commonly viewed as a loving, generous man.
Habits: Stroking his chin while in deep thought, speaking vaguely, and tapping his fingers when anxious.
Hobbies: As a cinephile, he treats himself to a movie every week, and often hosts small dinner parties because of his love to cook, although his capability helps.
Fears:

• Personal Corruption
• Being useless in tough situations.
• Depression and Suicide.

Likes:

• Movies
• Short Novels
• Cool Breezes
• Coffee
• Cooking
• Helping

Dislikes:

• Bigotry
• Suffering
• Oppression
• Discrimination
• Abuse
• Violence

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Skills

General Skills:

• Cooking Expertly
• Medicinal Application
• Consolation
• Advanced Druidic Magic
• Ability to observe Essence
• Working under extreme stress.

Combat Skills: No more than four, and be specific!

• Defensive Magic
• Advanced Magical healing
• De-escalating hostile Situations
• Extreme Pain Tolerance

Day to Day Belongings:
Whatever you carry with you and refuse to leave the house without!

• Wallet (Driver's licence, Library card, Pocket Cash $30, Picture of himself with his Wife)
• Key-Lanyard (House Key, Car Key, Register Key, Medicine Cabinet Key, Element Cabinet Key)
• Cell Phone
• Swiss army knife
• A small, black, leather-bound book that is essentially a "Druidic Encyclopedia"
• A very small jar of mountain ash (necklace)
• A very small jar of mistletoe (necklace)
• A package of bandaids

Possessions Kept at Home:
Supplies, things of note, special belongings—things beyond basics (i.e. things like butterfly collections, shot guns, bibles, computers, and so forth)

• A larger, more in-depth Druidic Encyclopedia.
• A Bestiary (Contains information on all known supernatural beings, weaknesses, strengths, and abilities)
• Dozens of Medical Books.
• A large wooden cabinet, which contains dozens of various herbs and elements that affect the supernatural.
• Multiple First Aid Kits.
• A high-end business laptop.
• All the supplies that would be expected at a veterinarian's office.

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History

Life Before The Apocalypse
Closely Prior to the apocalypse, Deacon lead a simple life in Altsoba as the Town's Veterinarian and most kind-hearted widower.
Life Leading Up To the Apocalypse // What Brings You to Altsoba
Deacon was born into an English/Latin speaking Isolated druidic equivalent of a monastery. The land, referred to by it's few inhabitants as Sarvonia, was completely hidden and inaccessible to non-druidic born humans, and was technologically similar to the celt's prior the Christian revolution. Before the Christian invasion of surrounding lands, Sarvonia was once a vastly populated region of enormous prosperity and wealth. Non-druids commonly occupied the massive caves, and often were trained in the way of druids. After Christian soldiers began slaughtering celtic pagans and druids, the Council of Sarvonia magically sealed the sole entrance, and the kingdom of Sarvonia soon became nothing but a myth, and then completely erased from the memory of humanity.

Being born a druid, Deacon was one of a few thousand humans capable of leaving and entering Sarvonia as he pleased, albeit he did not until he reached adulthood. Born of the Council, Deacon was an incredibly gifted druid from birth, but at the age of Fourteen he achieved something unheard of in druidic communities, Mastery over all six Druidic Essences. With this capability, he was able to Influence the Essences of Earth, Water, Fire, Wind, Plant, and Animal. In Druidic Belief, everything in existence falls under one of the six Essences, and exists in two realms, the Corporeal, and the Spiritual, both of which coincide. Druid magic revolves around altering the Essence of something, which in turn affects it's Element (corporeal manifestation).

After he completed his training at 14, he stayed in Sarvonia until he reached the age of adulthood. After he left, he was provided with forged documentation of his existence and went to a University in Washington State to eventually receive a Doctorates degree in Veterinary Medicine. Shortly after, he moved to Altsoba Washington and began practicing his work. He moved to Altsoba due to his knowledge that it was a beacon for supernatural beings, and that someone needed to be there and protect the unsuspecting humans.

In Altsoba, he met a woman named Marie, with whom he fell in love with and eventually married. After five years of Marriage, his wife was killed in a "Freak Bear attack" while jogging through the forest one morning, an act that absolutely devastated Deacon, causing him to become deeply depressed, and eventually contemplate suicide. After a few years, he learned to ease his anguish, bringing him out of his depression. Although he now lives contently, the death of his wife changed him to a bit quieter, more somber man.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Birdy - Keeping Your Head Up
Deviances: Druid, ability to see Essences in collaboration with their Elements.
Extra Information:

"Once, a Scorpion found a Turtle at a river, and asked him to carry him across to the other side.
The Turtle denied him, saying 'If I carry you across, You'll sting and Kill me!'
The Scorpion then said 'No I will not! If I sting you, you will die and I will drown, it would kill us both.'
Hearing this, the Turtle was convinced and began to carry the Scorpion across the river.
Half-Way across, the Scorpion stung the Turtle, and as the Turtle died from the Poison, and the Scorpion drowned, the Turtle asked the Scorpion,
'Why did you sting me? Now we will both die!'
To which the Scorpion responded,
'It is my Nature'."

I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Joel Shcroeder

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Location: Altsoba Hospital
Interacting With: Howard Lucas @Morose

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"I don't think you'd believe me if I told you."
He said with a soft chuckle, coughing and wincing softly at the effort.
"Then again, I don't think I'd believe it myself either."
He continued, stopping himself from chuckling again as the events played over in his head. Shaking himself out of it gently, he turned to the familiar professor again.
"Your collections are always a treat, after We're released here, I welcome you to come to my temporary residence, I'm sure we could both use a drink and some dinner, then you could introduce me to your newest display?"

He had always enjoyed leisure with Howard, a man of a similar making. With Howard, there was little room for the discomfort of emotional involvement, and any conversation was a discussion of factuality, not empathy. It was relaxing, to be around someone he didn't have to actively discern motivations from, someone he didn't have to involve emotional consideration. Howard was also a man of maturity, and he knew his own limitations when drinking, which meant Joel could simply provide a glass and show him where the whiskey and Ice was, then leave him to his own choices with alcohol, without fear of caring for an intoxicated adult.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Joel Shcroeder

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Location: Altsoba Hospital
Interacting With: Howard Lucas @Morose

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As the transfused blood trickles into his system, his eyes began to flit open gently, and he slowly regained consciousness. Terrified to move out of fear of an encore of spasms and vomiting, he slowly tilted his head up, attempting to focus through the receding grogginess on the IV bag of blood slowly dripping it's antidote into his tired veins. As the haze dissipated into mere noticeability, he euphorically acknowledged the morphine still trickling through his blood and the absent nausea. Reaching a forgetful hand to his forehead to gently rub his temples, he tensed at the pressure applied by his hand to the tender wound present across his forehead. Resting two fingers on the now stitched gash, he grimaced softly before moving his fingers into eyesight, relieved to see only subtle tints of red.

Recollecting himself, he slowly propped into a sitting position through, a combined effort of physical movement and the automatic adjustability of the hospital's cot, while his eyes wander slightly to discern his surroundings. Taking in the foreign environment, he was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face in a cot to the right of himself, a fellow professor named Howard, whom he had met previously during conventions and a few of his own lectures. While admittedly he was only an acquaintance, it provided Joel with a sense of comfort to see a like minded individually in an environment so volatile as the one present.

As Howard noticed Joel, he gave a wave, to which Joel replied with one of his own.
"It's been an interesting evening, hasn't it?"
He asked through a raspy voice, a small chuckle resonating from his chest.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Joel Shcroeder

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Location: Altsoba Hospital
Interacting With: Various Nurses

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His body spasms, chills rushing through his limbs like trains as he hurls yet again, thick, frothy stomach acids exposing themselves into the far too small bucket on the floor next to his cot. His eyes water unendingly as he violently empties the content of his stomach onto the floor and bucket, cold streams of sweat pushing from his forehead and back. His body continues to shake from the mixture of dry heaves and the icy sweat soaking him to the bone. With the pressure under his skull eradicated, he gets to lucidly experience every vile moment of this illness, a factor which he drastically wished to be reversed.

As he continues to heave, he can slowly feel a slight numbing in his lips, unbeknownst to him signifying their rapid color change. A nurse passes him frantically, looking over him just long enough to recognize that he needs medical assistance, Immediately. A small group of three nurses, two males and a woman, swarm him and immediately begin to analyse his ailments, although the enormous red gash on his forehead should have been enough of a signifier to recognize that major blood-loss was the issue at hand.

"What's his type, it should say on the chart."
The older male asks sharply, inserting an IV into a vein on the top of Joel's left hand, connected to a bag of clear liquid, marked by the sudden numbness and comfort to likely be Morphine, or a similarly potent pain reliever.

"It doesn't say, he's not a resident, I'll have to get ahold of his hospital records to find out."
The younger woman responds, almost mechanically, her experience showing starkly.

"Get on it, ASAP, we'll put him on a bag of 0- until we know what he is, but we have a limited supply of it, so be quick."
The older nurse responds quickly, sprinting off towards what can be assumed to be the blood fridge as the woman does the same in the opposite direction; leaving the youngest, and likely least experienced nurse to tend to Joel single handedly. The young man begins to quickly and frantically check all the vital readings, knowing that the results would be less useful than preferred.

As the morphine begins to fully kick in, Joel's shiverings and heavings ease in violence, until the fade away completely as the Professor loses consciousness. The occasional spasm shakes his otherwise limp body, causing a quick succession of profanities from the nurse's mouth, relief showing visibly on his face as the older gentlemen returns with two blood bags, out of breath as he hastily sets up another IV drip, this time to the professor's forearm. He opens the drip about 75% of the way before turning to the younger nurse and instructing him to stay next to the unconscious professor's cot, and to immediately return the O- to the cold storage when they figure out the man's blood-type, and that if he Flatlines, the nurse has three minutes to try and resuscitate him before announcing a time of death and moving to another patient. And, with that, he ran off to offer assistance to another dying patient.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Joel Shcroeder

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Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Mitsukuri @BlueSky44

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He had heard the young wounded women in phases, piecing together the self-righteous rant she spewed in Japanese. While the majority was lost on his ears, he understood the base of her statements and questions. "Why would you kill her?" she had demanded angrily at the professor. His eyes had wandered from the back of his skull to focus on her blurred face and managed to slur a question in broken Japanese.

"Yōgo `jihi kiringu" hōrudo-chi wa, anata ni shite imasu ka?"

He asked, stumbled to his feet for the second time that evening, almost falling again as he felt a wave of nausea and lightheadedness slam into him from the blood loss.

"Kanojo no hada wa yōyū shi, kanojo ga ikite sore jishin no ue sadizumu kōi ni naru yō ni suru, hakuri shimashita. Anata ga kanojo o ataeta yuiitsu no chansu wa kizutsuke, kanojo ga hikiokoshita fukō o sanshō suru kotodeshita."

Holding pressure to the bleeding gash across his forehead, he continued without giving her a chance to interject.

"Osoraku, dōtoku no kankaku wa watashi no mono to kotonatte iruga, hosuto ga sarani kiseichū wa gōmondearu hikiokosu tame ni sore o kyōsei-teki ni aisuruhito no shi o mite mimashoushimasu."

Having said his piece, he stumbled slowly to a chair and sat down, maintaining pressure to his forehead as he waited for medical attention, completely apathetic of the surrounding reporters.

"And when you've finished with your most attentive business, I would ask you to join me for conversation and a drink."
He called to her, reaching into his inner jacket pocket and producing a card with his name and number on the front in bold font, his fingers extending the business card to her.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Joel Shcroeder

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Location: Town Center
Interacting With: @Morose

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He watched the demon turn to him, seeing in her confidence the near futility of his act. While it was clearly not enough to do irreparable damage, he knew through the soft strain in her decomposing face that it was taking it's toll, and through her archetype style monologue that a "trap," would have proven more efficient. He also acknowledged her comment regarding it's lack of modern effect, making an immediate mental note to reach out to every contact in his arsenal for an onslaught of contemporary anti-demonic symbology. He was also intent on reaching out to the younger Pacific women to require any knowledge she could give.

As her hand lifted, he felt the gravity around him shift, and watched himself rise into the air. Once again defying the common reaction of men, instead of frantically attempting to resist the uncontrollable forces moving him, he made calm eye contact with the demon before him, and taking a slow draw from the pipe still resting in his mouth, letting it out to resemble a beacon. He then felt the force of her propulsion, all seemingly in a time slower than common, his eyes maintaining contact with hers before he felt his body smash into the ground.

The next dozen seconds passed in a slow, fuzzy blur. For a moment he saw nothing but darkness, then the concrete he instinctively pushed himself from and the blood that was steadily flowing down to it. Rolling himself over onto his elbows and back, he began to grasp his bearings as the scene unfolded slowly before him. Smoke poured from the demon's mouth like a chimney as the pacific woman chanted before her, and Joel began to move, slowly and like a drunk. His knife had somehow remained in his hand as he staggered towards the downed demon, before he reached her and fell onto her with his blade aiming for her spine. Deep crimson feel from the wound on his skull, and was the last thing he saw before his eyes shut, regardless of his resistance.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Well, things are turning out well. Now Liam has the attention of a demon, and the only two people who can help have either been shot or killed, and all he has to use is anything he might have learned from old literature.

@Pundii