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Could you speak up a bit? I think you were too subtle.
EDIT: And then there was a hider :)
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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Could you speak up a bit? I think you were too subtle.
EDIT: And then there was a hider :)
Inwardly, Gallus felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders to hear a sort of forgiveness from Peiter. Although, it was still clear that he was having great difficulties. Gallus went back to what he had been doing beforehand, folding his arms again and putting on a small smile.
"You can decide to blame yourself if you really want to," Gallus suggested. "If you ask me, I would blame luck, but I wasn't the one who lost an arm. No." He shook his head and took a small breath in. "What I would like you to tell me, Peiter, is whether blaming yourself is useful right now. Is it?"
Sabine was quiet in Meesei's arms for a while. When she eventually sniffed and pulled back to wipe the tears from her face, she had at least calmed down, though she was still upset. "Okay," Sabine mumbled with a knotted brow. She didn't bring her eyes up to Meesei. "I just...you almost died when you pushed yourself in the battle. I thought you had died when I tried to heal you." Sabine held her upper arm. "I am scared that you would try something like that again. Everything is so stressing now."
"You can decide to blame yourself if you really want to," Gallus suggested. "If you ask me, I would blame luck, but I wasn't the one who lost an arm. No." He shook his head and took a small breath in. "What I would like you to tell me, Peiter, is whether blaming yourself is useful right now. Is it?"
Sabine was quiet in Meesei's arms for a while. When she eventually sniffed and pulled back to wipe the tears from her face, she had at least calmed down, though she was still upset. "Okay," Sabine mumbled with a knotted brow. She didn't bring her eyes up to Meesei. "I just...you almost died when you pushed yourself in the battle. I thought you had died when I tried to heal you." Sabine held her upper arm. "I am scared that you would try something like that again. Everything is so stressing now."
I'm just going to put it out there that I can't always come up with decent excuses to spend all of my might for the sake of it. A cap is fine, but penalties for not posting are just as much punishments for not adding to the world as not having the time or inspiration to do so.
This isn't Garry's Mod, it's an RP. This is a collaborative story and a cooperative effort. Right now it feel like people are talking as if it's a competition.
This isn't Garry's Mod, it's an RP. This is a collaborative story and a cooperative effort. Right now it feel like people are talking as if it's a competition.
<Snipped quote by poog the pig>
...Actually, you know what? You can take your catgirl waifu and leave. We don't need any more of that in this den of perversion we call Divinus.
So says the author of Jvan. Jvan owns the perversion racket in this RP.
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That's important. At this point, I'm considering dropping out of the RP, due to how hard Lifprasil is going to fall behind with this upcoming trip, and how much I'm falling behind already.
Have you seen the pace of this RP? I think you're going to be fine.
We'll leave summaries for you when/if (please when) you return.
Gallus craned his neck forward and looked at Peiter with his head forward. He gave him another moment before continuing. "Let me put it this way, Peiter. I won't force you to speak about anything that you don't want to, but you have to know that I can't come up with anything to help unless I understand what you're going through." He nodded. "You're an adult now. I trust you to do what you need to do to help yourself. That includes asking for help if you are short on options. I'll always be here for that, so will Uthri."
Taking on a lighter tone, Gallus stood up straight again. "But I'll give you a break from that now. I need to make amends for my own behaviour." Gallus seemed strangely upbeat about the issue he was about to bring up. "It was out of line for me to strike you after the attack. I treated you like a soldier instead of a family member. I was out of sorts for a number of reasons. However..." Gallus returned to a serious tone. "I feel that I also need to apologise formally for cutting you out from under the stone that trapped you." Gallus had his eyes low. "We needed to get out before the gas reached us. Even if we all could have worked together to lift the stone, we would not have been able to before we breathed that infernal stuff. As well, I doubt your arm would have been usable again, even with regeneration. I have seen damage that maims lycans. You might have had your arm, but it would be dead weight. I hope you understand, but...I am still sorry, Peit."
Sabine only seemed to become gradually more distraught at Meesei's description. Tears were creeping out of her eyes by the time she responded. "You scared me," Sabine said in a high voice. "Do not hide this all from me!" Sabine brought her head forward onto Meesei's shoulder. "I do not want you to hide the pain from me. I do not care if I cannot help. Knowing that you are okay is better than thinking you are okay. Please. Not after that battle."
Taking on a lighter tone, Gallus stood up straight again. "But I'll give you a break from that now. I need to make amends for my own behaviour." Gallus seemed strangely upbeat about the issue he was about to bring up. "It was out of line for me to strike you after the attack. I treated you like a soldier instead of a family member. I was out of sorts for a number of reasons. However..." Gallus returned to a serious tone. "I feel that I also need to apologise formally for cutting you out from under the stone that trapped you." Gallus had his eyes low. "We needed to get out before the gas reached us. Even if we all could have worked together to lift the stone, we would not have been able to before we breathed that infernal stuff. As well, I doubt your arm would have been usable again, even with regeneration. I have seen damage that maims lycans. You might have had your arm, but it would be dead weight. I hope you understand, but...I am still sorry, Peit."
Sabine only seemed to become gradually more distraught at Meesei's description. Tears were creeping out of her eyes by the time she responded. "You scared me," Sabine said in a high voice. "Do not hide this all from me!" Sabine brought her head forward onto Meesei's shoulder. "I do not want you to hide the pain from me. I do not care if I cannot help. Knowing that you are okay is better than thinking you are okay. Please. Not after that battle."
Gallus' expression didn't change for a few seconds after Peiter finished. He blinked, raised his brow, and shrugged, looking away while he responded. "Well, that's fair. If you don't want to focus on it, that's fine if that helps." Gallus furrowed his brow and gave Peiter a sideways look. "But its a hard thing to avoid, no? You've been down for a long time. I can only assume that's because you're focussing on it anyway. What difference does it make here to share? You know you can trust me."
Sabine's jaw dropped in shock. "Meesei!" Sabine crawled into the tent to assist. At first, she charged healing magic in her hands, but when she approached she stopped and tried to work out what was going on. Diagnosis before treatment was a principle driven into her mind since she began to learn healing magic. It was enough time for Meesei to finish her self-treatment and speak.
Meesei's words didn't do much to mollify Sabine, though the apparent passing of the pain did. Sabine took Meesei by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. She was clearly frightened. "What were you doing? Were you trying to get silver out of your heart? Why didn't you let me and Marcaille help?!"
Sabine's jaw dropped in shock. "Meesei!" Sabine crawled into the tent to assist. At first, she charged healing magic in her hands, but when she approached she stopped and tried to work out what was going on. Diagnosis before treatment was a principle driven into her mind since she began to learn healing magic. It was enough time for Meesei to finish her self-treatment and speak.
Meesei's words didn't do much to mollify Sabine, though the apparent passing of the pain did. Sabine took Meesei by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. She was clearly frightened. "What were you doing? Were you trying to get silver out of your heart? Why didn't you let me and Marcaille help?!"
Ah, I'll edit that into a rock. Sorry, scatterbrained right now.
Gallus did not lead Peiter out of view from the camp, just far enough away for some privacy.
Leaning against a large rock and crossing his arms, Gallus regarded Peiter with a moderate look of concern. "How are you feeling, Peiter? How is your arm?" Gallus thought back to the screaming he heard from his previous Argonian prisoner and took a long blink to rid himself of it. "Not too many phantom pains, I hope?"
Sabine watched on with curiosity as Meesei stood up to go to her tent. It seemed abrupt for Meesei to be going to bed now. Sabine's first thoughts went to Meesei's silver poisoning. Even though they had been getting little pieces out and Meesei was only getting better each day, this looked like a sign that there was a problem.
It was once Meesei was in her tent that Sabine decided to stand up and walk after her. She knelt down and carefully pushed aside the entrance flap, looking inside with a knotted brow. "Meesei?" she asked. "Are you okay? Do you need me to make you medicine?"
Leaning against a large rock and crossing his arms, Gallus regarded Peiter with a moderate look of concern. "How are you feeling, Peiter? How is your arm?" Gallus thought back to the screaming he heard from his previous Argonian prisoner and took a long blink to rid himself of it. "Not too many phantom pains, I hope?"
Sabine watched on with curiosity as Meesei stood up to go to her tent. It seemed abrupt for Meesei to be going to bed now. Sabine's first thoughts went to Meesei's silver poisoning. Even though they had been getting little pieces out and Meesei was only getting better each day, this looked like a sign that there was a problem.
It was once Meesei was in her tent that Sabine decided to stand up and walk after her. She knelt down and carefully pushed aside the entrance flap, looking inside with a knotted brow. "Meesei?" she asked. "Are you okay? Do you need me to make you medicine?"
It's back now. I've just been distracted by a few things.
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