Rtron

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

Then her Chaotic One arrived. It was not too surprising, truly. Where Astarte went, the Chaotic One could not be far behind. They were, whether they realised it or not, linked beyond their ability to undo. They would be forever together. They would be forever by each other's side. She would love him and none beside him. She would delight in him and none beside him. They had become truly an item. Thus was it Fated.

Vowzra

..So hows he gonna feel if Astarte and Vestec end up hating each other? XD

@Kho

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@Lucius Cypher
The hell is your avatar?

@Freeshooter92

Mesmerizing.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lidda and Althalus

Lidda looked frustrated as she hovered over to Althalus.Her wings buzzed and hummed, her eyes spotting the numerous bruises, wounds and worse. She had just gotten done fixing this man up and now he went and let that bitch Naga beat him the hell up! What the hell did he see in her to let her do this to him? Part of Lidda wanted to lock him up despite knowing the Naga was likely in just as bad shape, or he would’ve have came back. She started with a venom in her words and cut the air rather sharply. “I take it your lover did this? Didn’t she?”

Althalus winced as he gave a slight nod. It was no use trying to hide it, the Vitamancy teacher wasn’t an idiot. “I’ll explain in our room. Just help her. Please.” He pleaded, worried that she would refuse because of something Mar did that wasn’t really her fault.

“I’m tempted to just tell the Head Master, and let him deal with her. This is her what, third offense in a short time? How much more? You’re not helping her or yourself.” Lidda accused, her hand curled into a fist and jabbed a single finger into Althalus’ chest twice. Her other hand crossed over her waist while she refused to move.

Althalus would have laughed at the situation if it wasn’t for the fact that he needed the Vitamancer to help Mar. “She’s only had one real offense, with that bastard Xyden,” raw hatred infused his tone before he brought himself back under control, “and the other two have been out of her control, and she hasn’t been herself either time. The second time she was dealing with a bad infection and this time she has venom from a demon copy of herself still inside her.”

“And you can go to the Headmaster, yes, but you know exactly what he’ll do. He’ll banish Mar. She has no where to go Lidda. Her home has been eradicated by the Yarosmerians. Her family has been killed, as far as she knows. What’s more, Lyn and I will leave with her. So what will you do then Lidda? You won’t be able to follow us. All you’ll have done in your attempt to help us is force Mar out of the one place that won’t view her as a monster, not to mention Lyn.” He sighed. He was incredibly weary. “So what will it be Lidda? Shall I go to Mar and tell her to pack her bags, we’ve been banished, or will you trust me and help her?”

“Those bruises, even with my vitamancy won’t go away. Their memory will be there and you know your daughter. Lyn won’t be obvious to this, she’s smart for a kid though she grows like one of Lucilia’s weeds.” The vitamancer teacher commented and relaxed her arm about her waist, her hand pulled up to rub her neck. In truth the mention reminded her how worrisome the child grew, unlike the average ones or even shorter lived races, that she suspected Lyn wouldn’t live longer than a few years at best. And there was nothing any of them could do about it.

“What emotional or whatever shit she is dealing with, it needs some type of outlet is my point. Something more healthy than this else she will be banished because she might edge away from hurting you to others.” Lidda gestured to his broken body. “I don’t even care if I have to spar with the damn Naga on her own terms if that would solve anything. Mar, as a student, when she arrived wasn’t like this. Granted she was distant and withdrawl Currently from the looks of you, if getting close to a Naga means being broken several times then I can understand why she won’t let anyone in.”

Lidda still didn’t move, instead shot another comment. “As for helping her, first tell me what you intend on doing about this.”

Althalus nodded wearily. Lyn would notice these things, he knew. He could create some excuses now, but if it wasn’t solved quickly excuses wouldn’t be enough and she’d figure out what was going on soon enough. “It’s not her fault.” He repeated. “She’s getting used to finally not locking away her emotions, and it is...difficult. Add on the fact that the both times she’s lashed out there has been something in her body making her not herself. Infection. Demon venom. As for what I’ll do about this…” He paused, considering for a moment, and then grinned at the Vitamancy teacher.

"Sounds rough but that's not an excuse. Students get poisoned, hacked and worse but none of them ever lash out in a violent way." Lidda countered before she stopped, noting the smart cheeky grin on the man's face. "What the hell are you thinking?"

“Alaira likes to fight, and you suggest sparring as an outlet. I’m sure I’ll have no problem convincing her to spar Mar. She’s more durable than I am anyways. Are you happy now? Can we go help Mar now?” He pointedly ignored her comments about Mar.

"I'll go but there's still more issues to discuss as that's not the only thing that worries me!" Lidda snapped, knowing this somehow was going to bit her in the ass but she saw little way out of it. If she can't stop the problem then she might as help solve it, her wings buzzing in Althalus' wake. "If she so having trouble dealing with it, what about getting Satori to help or one of her students? Despite of what you think she did end up handling that one incident before you got a chance to assassinate the bastard."

Althalus gave her a relieved, almost pathetically so, smile and turned heading towards the Den again. “The last time Satori got in my head she decided to make me relive the worst memory of my life, only twisting it until it was a horrible nightmare that only barely left me on my feet and definitely not in control of my actions. A majority of the people in the Dining hall were reduced to gibbering wrecks, and most of those left the College. Mar isn’t going to let her, or one of her students, inside her head and I’m not going to suggest it.”

His face darkened at the mention of Lyn’s nightmares. A student of Satori’s had decided it would be fun to give Lyn terrible nightmares. Althalus had found out only after Satori had, and when he had gone to kill the bastard, he had found him in a terrible state, brought about by Satori. Althalus had left him to his fate.

He paused and turned to face Lidda again.. “It wasn’t an assassination. Just murder for hurting my daughter. After all, I’d have to be an assassin to do that and we both know I’m too loud, lazy, and cheerful for that line of work.”

"Don't treat me like an idiot. I'm not one and I can still quietly someone who got into my way or hurt those I love which was what you tried to do. That's still an assassination attempt despite your definition. Military training from Eania has taught me that much." Lidda commented, looking annoyed.

She sighed a bit when she thought back to Althalus' dislike if psychomancers and though she could understand, his caution was unwarranted. Satori might have messed up at the feast, a matter she was still paying for, but she still had a soft spot for children. "I understand you hate Satori, which questions why you let Lyn around her, but not all her students are bad. If Mar is suffering from emotional problems, plain sparring isn't be enough." She hadn't stopped in her tracks but instead washed around past Althalus, like a river averted a rock in it's path. Her feet now on the ground while she started to duck inside the Den.

"She needs someone that can relate or understand her confusion. At least learn the root so we can fix it."

“Even if I was willing to to suggest that she go to a Psychomancer for help, Mar wouldn’t. Her pride wouldn’t let her admit she has a problem. I had to fight her to let me patch her up after a fight. The sparing is the best I can get her to do, as much as I love being beat like a drum. Unless you have any other ideas?” He closed the cracked door behind them, shrugging a bit sheepishly at the damage in the room. The desk still toppled over and it could be clearly seen where he had been drug across the floor and slammed into the wall.

"Not off the top of my head but maybe someone that knows her can help. Tyrael might be able to come up with some answers?" Lidda asked though she doubted the fallen demon would've much help. When she stepped through the door, her eyes widen and expression scowled when she darted a look at Althalus for an explanation.

“As I said she was a bit..upset. She passed out though, so you should be able to work on her easily.” he gestured to where Mar was still unconscious. He put the desk back on it’s feet, leaning against the wall as he watched Lidda.

Lidda wasn't worried about herself, begrudgingly accepting his answer for the moment, because she knew she could protect herself easily. Tenderly leaning down, she examined Mar's unconscious form and looked over the wounds. She wasn't too badly damaged other than several scratches and bruises, all easily fixed. Placing her hand on Mar she focused on mending the student.

"Most people forget the worse wounds are never on the surface where you can see them. I only hope you know what you are doing Althalus."

“Just as soon as Tyrael stops assuming I raped Mar to get Lyn and stops wanting to impale me on a spike, I’ll probably go to him for help and return unscathed. As it is, you might have to see me a third time after that meeting.” He slid down to the ground as Lidda began to heal Mar, finally relaxing as best he was able given his injuries. He couldn’t deny the truth of Lidda’s words, especially with his own past.

“So do I Lidda. So do I.”

He sat there a few moments, waiting for her to get finished. “So! Do you want to start horrifically and agonizingly regrowing my hand when we get back to the infirmary?”
Lidda sighed, feeling a bit weak headed, then reached into her pocket. She had been healing student for several hours with injuries minor as scratches to missing limbs, making blood sickness settle in against her will. Even master mages had their limits. Popping the wooden cork, she downed the liquid in a few swallows before turning to Althalus with a nod. “Give me your stump so I can see what new damage you might’ve gotten.”

He held out his stump, looking slightly concerned. “Are you sure you okay? You’ve had to have been at this for several hours. I can wait.”

“Althalus… you’re not a picnic to have a fight with, especially when Mar’s the subject. I just took an elixir and when we get back to the infirmary, it would’ve have kicked in. Stop worrying about a fully grown mage who still has enough magic strength to turn you into a tiny rodent and carry your ass back to the medical wing, you have bigger issues to deal with after all. Those Golems after all likely belong to Uicle and you better hope he keeps his helmet shut.” With that the vitamancer rose and gestured back toward the infirmary. hoping the man would follow her back.

Althalus smirked. “It’s nice to hear that from you, especially considering you’ve argued Khan and Uicle into submission. And it’s best to work with Issues as they come up and currently, you were looking tired. ” He stood up and followed Lidda back to the infirmary.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

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Didn't he just talk to Invidia?

@Lugubrious

Nah. It's not really a talk until there's no pesky other God interfering.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

Hmm, Zerabil and Invidia have gone on too long unspoken too by Vestec.

Things must change.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

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Undasis would jump in and help, all while yelling "Finally! The true God of Life has returned!"

EDIT: On second thought, Kraken actually agrees with Vestec on this.

@Hael

I was gonna say...'Why are all the Gods so Contradictory!?'

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

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Undasis would jump in and help, all while yelling "Finally! The true God of Life has returned!"

@Hael

....The true God of Life never showed up...Up until this metaphorical point, that's all Escre has been!

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

Vestec, now letting violence control, knows full well that at least one of the three Gods he's talking to and/or pissing off wants to kill him. He wants them to attack. He expects it. So, when the Scythe would move he'd just let his mask take the hit(see, it's used for more than just giving him featureless face!Even though it'd be backed by a barrier of chaos energy just be safe) laugh, and then start a godly brawl with Escre while letting his true essence show so everyone that seems them fight that isn't a God would go nuts.

Chaos would spread over the land, as Vestec wouldn't be very careful with where he threw bolts of chaotic energy, and it'd be worse than when monsters came everywhere. Eventually they'd doubtlessly reach the Astral Home and Vestec would begin screwing with the pulsing heart of the world.

To put it short, it'd be bad. This isn't even considering if the other Gods got in on the fight.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

Vestec, God of Chaos

Might: 9

Freepoint: 2

The itching was back again. It started as Vestec left the ocean, drawn by the conflict that was brewing above Orabil. Something else was desiring to be released. By this time the God of Chaos was used to the itching, and simply increased his power as he moved towards the conflict. He watched, an ant among titans, as the gods argued amongst themselves. Then Astarte arrived, and Vestec laughed aloud at her actions. Then Sauranath backed down. Well. That won't do. Still giggling, Vestec grew in size until he was as large as the other three gods around Orabil. "Oh, it appears we've come remarkably under dressed to this occasion, Astarte." Vestec turned his gaze to Invidia, and he giggled again. "I do hope you've met my children, chosen of Escre. They're certainly looking for you. And I believe they've found several of your kind, judging from the screams I've heard."

He commented before turning his attention to the Dragon god, his erratically changing colors beginning to slowly edge into a steady red color.

"I for one, am surprised Sauranath, despite me agreeing with Escre and Vowzra. Your children are murdered, hunted down like rabbits and butchered like cattle. When you come down to extract rightful vengeance upon their murderers, to let the world know that such cruelty will not be tolerated, these two stop you. They have the gall to claim that your children are not yours anymore. That they have taken your place. They tell you that it is perfectly fine for this to happen. They basically order you to stop your vengeance, that their butchers are in the right and you are in the wrong. They mock you, Sauranath. They tell you to shut your muzzle, and serve Fate. And what do you do? You back down. The mighty God of Dragons, cowed by a few words."

He walked over to Vowzra and Escre, heedless of what was beneath his feet. He put his arms around the two titans, in a far too friendly fashion. "You're a coward Sauranath. You fear that we will do to you what countless others have done to your children, and will continue to do so after you've returned to your slumber. Go, God of Cowards. Sleep and rest easy knowing that Escre, Vowzra, and I will continue to exterminate your children until all that there is to be remembered of them is their meat in our followers bellies, their claws on our followers weapons, and their scales on our followers armor. The God of Life has no emotions, so he won't feel any remorse for it. The God of Time will cower behind Fate, repeating 'It was destined by Fate, It was destined by Fate, I had no choice!'. Me? I'll be honest here, Cowardly One. I just enjoy it. Now leave, and go back to sleep. One of us will fix the tree, and we'll get back to business as usual, safe in the knowledge you have no courage to save your children."

Summary

6 might used to level up to level five.

3 might left

2 freepoint left.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Mar & Alhalus

Mar watched Lyn leave with Alaira, her eyes lifted only long enough to spy her child leave and returned to her lap. Her fingers wove between each other as she began to think. Lust words pierced her mind before fading fast, leaving her stinging at the source. She slipped back into silence and listened to the seven around her, mind lost in thought.

Lidda frowned at Althalus but bit her tongue, the look on his face stopped her. She seemed to understand as she nodded. Lidda retreated and began to check on the others now returning from a mission. Leaving the two alone to sort out whatever differences that had occurred between them, her head keeping an eye on the pair until they left.

Althalus gave a relieved sigh, worried for a second that he’d have to argue with the Vitamancy teacher, and stood up. He moved closer to Mar, speaking gently. “Mar, I think it’s time we went back to the Den hmm? It’s been a long day.”

When Althalus moved closer and spoke, her eyes looked at him before her head nodded. Gently she shifted from her bed and stood upright, most he wounds healed, as she followed his lead. Her eyes casually glanced around while avoiding the students coming and going, his figure kept in her line of sight during the trip.

Althalus moved through the crowd of students at a quick pace, often checking behind him to make sure Mar was following. He didn’t know what was wrong with her, but he remembered the last time she hadn’t been entirely herself. And while Lyn had been the end result of that, she had tried to kill him. He didn’t want to know what would happen if she lost control in this crowded hall. Luckily for all involved, they made it to the Den without incident. As soon as Mar made it through door, he closed it behind them. He turned around, watching her.

“Mar. What’s wrong? I’ve never seen you like this and it’s scaring me.”

Mar inhaled as she slithered into the corner, her body turned to face him. Her brown eyes studied his for a moment and felt something store within. Bitterness a pain, her heart beating it through her body, causing her to speak. "Why didn't you tell me? And why are you sticking around still?"

Her head pulled high and looked harshly at him, studying for lies upon his face.

Althalus was quiet for a long moment. When he spoke he only hesitantly met her eyes, scared of what he might see. “I didn’t tell you because I was afraid. I was afraid that if you learned that I was really a bloodstained monster, you’d leave and you’d take Lyn with you. I’m sticking around still for the same reason I was afraid. I love you Mar. I love you and our child. But seeing as I’ve royally fucked up everything, I won’t, can’t, stop you if you choose to leave and never come back.” He stepped out of the way of the door, and waited.

“You don’t lie to those you love!” Mar hissed, her voice hurt and venomous. “You trust them. Not, pretend you know how they react and what’s best for them!”

Her tail lashed out but not at him. It collided at the nearest object, a desk, sending its surface splintering and dented from her impact. The large furnishing screeched when it fell upon its side where it toppled over. Her anger was clear in her actions though she didn’t intend to do it, her tail reacted to her emotions.

Althalus didn’t flinch as the tail splintered and knocked over the table. “I wasn’t thinking Mar. I want to say that when it comes to you and Lyn I have a bit of logic. But that’d be a lie. I was scared. If you and Lyn left me, because that’s what normally happens when you learn that the father of your child is a souless killer, I would…” He gave a helpless, shrug. “I wasn’t thinking. I only knew that I believed you would leave me. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

“And you don’t think I have blood on my hands as well? I’ve killed Althalus since I was old enough to slither, have you? Can you say you grew up in a world that either kill or be killed? Mine’s an instinct, not a choice. Lyn is more likely to inherit that than turn you away!” Mar snapped, Her fury growing as her body shivered in pure, uncontrolled rage. She wanted to slap him but she wouldn’t let herself. Heat swept through her core, filling her soul and skin in hot waves which increased in temperature the more she talked. Yet she couldn’t stop herself. “You think you’re the only one that cares about her? Care about you? You’re a bigger fool than I expected you to be Althalus! Why do you have to be damn selfish?!?”

Her tail rose her higher, rearing in striking posture like a cobra ready to strike down a mouse. Her eyes glowed with heat, though if Althalus was looking closely, he would notice the strange pinkish hue they had taken within her eyes. She hated his selfishness so damn much. “Don’t you realize if you die, I lose the one I need the most?”

“You had no choice Mar. That makes you a survivor. Willingly murdering a child for money makes me a monster.” He was about to go on when her sudden explosion into fury. Althalus watched Mar carefully, growing more alarmed as he noted her body language and pinkish hue. He took a few steps towards her, getting into range of her hands. “Mar, we’ve been over this before. I don’t plan on dying any time soon, especially when you’re still trying to get ahold of your emotions. But if it comes down between me or you, Lyn or me, or me or the both of you, I’m choosing myself to die every time. Why don’t you calm down, and then we can get you back to Lidda to get the rest of the venom out of your system.”

Mar hissed louder, her lips curled back and fangs protruded forward. Her fingers curved to look like claws from her irritation at him, her body more agitated by the moment. She slapped out her tail to into his waist and sent him into the door where he made a thud, his figure crumbling from the impact. “YOU DON’T GET TO MAKE THAT CHOICE FOR US!”

Althalus saw the tail coming, after all Mar telegraphed what she was about to do,but all he did was brace for the impact, yelling in pain as he slammed against the door. Picking himself up with a groan and a curse, as she screamed at him, he moved back within arms reach. He was fairly certain at least one rib was cracked, but replied to her, as calmly as he was able. “I do though Mar. Otherwise you’ll make the choice for me. You think that I’ll just be perfectly fine if I could have saved you, but didn’t? If I could have died in your place but didn’t? You and Lyn are the most important things in my life and I will always put you over my own health and safety. I know it will hurt. And I know you’ll likely never forgive me for it. But you’ll still be alive and able to heal. If I live and you die I’ll have lost the one I need the most and I’ll never forgive myself for that.” He stared at her rage filled eyes, clearly in pain. “I love you Mar. It’s why I do all the damned foolish things I’ve done and will do.”

Mar hissed more, her heart painfully ripping into pieces within her, or it felt like it, while she glared at him. Sweat started to pour from her skin and dowsing it. Her heart rattled in her chest before she cried out. “Heal won’t matter if it’s alone. Have you forgotten, I can’t go back home. It’s gone! Destroyed and eliminated, which means I have no where to go. And what about Lyn? I can’t teach her to survive here! She needs her father more and you’ve overlooked what is most important, her.”

She stiffened at hearing say he loved her, causing a new wave of pissed energy to wash over her. Her tail clipped him on the legs causing him to fall but instead of retreating, the tip wrapped about the ankle. She ripped it to the side taking him with it, then sent him into the nearest wall. Mar wanted him to fight back. To make it clear he wasn’t willing to throw away what they had yet he merely took the beating. It hurt, deeply, to know he didn’t care. “Lies!”

Althalus slid across the floor and hit the wall back first, crying out again as he bounced off. He picked himself up again, slower than before. He spoke as he moved back towards her, finally losing his own calm.“This is your home Mar! I know it hurts to have everything and everyone you love killed, your home destroyed, and you were powerless to do anything about it. But home isn’t just where you were born, or where you live. It’s where your loved, with the people you love. I love you. Tyrael loves you. Alaira loves you. Lyn loves you. I didn’t over look her. You can teach her to survive here, and if you really needed help everyone in the College would be more than willing to help! For the last time I don’t plan on dying! But if it’s my death or your death, I’m the one who will die. Because I love you Mar and it’s not a gods damned lie! I love you and I won’t willingly hurt you, even if it means I have to let you beat me black and fucking blue.” He was closer than he had meant to get, looking up at her an inch between them.

"Then you don't find us worth fighting for." Mar cried and the tail lashed out, the pink hue in her eyes having brightened over the conversation's course. Her face crunched up into fury while she knocked him back again. She sent him flying into the door where it cracked, the wood caved into a dent. "You should just leave if we're not worth fighting for."

Althalus crashed into the door, the breath knocked out of him. He laid on the ground, gasping for breath for a few minutes before he picked himself up. “I would fight tooth and nail, I would die for you and Lyn! But I will not fight against you. I won’t willingly hurt you. I love you Mar, and I’ll keep saying that until you accept that I’m not lying! You may hate me for the rest of my life after this but that will not change anything! I’ll love you until the day I die and after that, while my soul is cast into the Pit. I’ll never abandon you, not if I can help it.” Once again, he was aggressively close to Mar, glaring up at her.

"You can't fight to keep us together so why should it matter? You think you're disposable and I won't risk living through that pain." Mar was screaming, her arms raised at her side, staring with bitter tears in her eyes. She couldn't understand what was happening in her body but was driving her. Anger. Pain. Sorrow. It all swirled within her head causing her to grip it and jerk upright to note Althalus' position. He was the cause of this from the hurt to sorrow, unable to stand the war raging within her core. "You should just leave. Just leave before I make you."

“I’m fighting right now to keep us together. I don’t think I’m disposable over all, just when it comes to your life or mine, or Lyn’s or mine!” Althalus shouted back. That’s when he noticed the tears in her eyes, before she suddenly gripped her head and whipped back up to stare at him. In an instant his own anger dissipated and he sighed. His next words were spoken gently."I'm not going anywhere. Not while you're in this state."

Mar wanted to curl into a ball as the talk continued, her eyes intense and blurry. "Yes you are or I'll make you."

He just shook his head, refusing. She didn't want him around if he would just die for her daughter and her, his words seeming to be hollow lies. The poison missed by Lidda was still doing its work. It coursed through her veins, stirring emotions otherwise locked away, as she narrowed her eyes. "Then I'll make you."

Her hips twisted and her tail coiling about Althalus' waist, pulling him close to her. She wrapped tightly about him and her muscles started to crush him. He should've fought to survive. It was what she wanted or she thought she did. When he refused to lash out, her strength crumbled. Her tail became limp while her hand slammed against his chest, each hit weaker than the last. She leaned into his neck and dampened it, soaking it with tears. "I can't let you waste your life on me.Love isn't real."

Althalus managed to keep her from trapping his arms, but was too beat up to avoid the attack, despite him seeing the coil attempt coming. He could feel her tail tightening, crushing him. Despite the fact that death was rapidly approaching he didn’t hit her. He just smiled at her, it only being slightly strained by the crushing grip around his legs. “Haven’t we been in this situation before?”

As she broke down he took the weakening blows, feeling a pain far worse than when he lost his hand at seeing her brought this low. He hugged her tightly as she sobbed into his neck. “I’m not wasting my life on you. I’ve been wasting my life before I met you. And love is real. If it isn’t, why am I still here and why didn’t you just kill me?” She gave no response, continuing to sob. Althalus held her until her sobs quieted and she passed out.

With some difficulty, given his numerous fresh injuries, he managed to put her in the bed in the Den. Time to get Lidda...I think I might prefer fighting with Mar again.. He passed two golems standing outside the Den door, staring at them as they promptly left when he came out.r. “Well, that means at least one person heard us..” he muttered before heading towards the Infirmary. He made as fast a beeline as he was able to Lidda, raising a hand to forestall her obvious questions. “Mar still has venom in her system, she’s resting in our room, and it’d be easier if you just came to there. Please.”