Voltus_Ventus

Legends of the Rim

Don't you love typos?

Legends of the Rim

"thank you" she croaked as she reached into the bag and rummaged around, inside she could feel stray peices of cloth, spools of string and other such tools of the trade but she wasn't interested in them at the moment. Feeling the medical apparatus under her fingers, she produced it from the satchel and placed the bag on the floor, she held up the needle to Gustav to give him a good view and then slowly drew it to the back of her neck and slipped it into her skin to poke into her artery, pushing the pouch at the bottom the medicine flowed up the pipe and into her neck, giving her instant relief.
She gave a deep breath, producing a ploom of cold, visible breath as she exhaled, her whites of her eyes fading from red back to their original color. Putting the device back into the bag she relaxed herself into the seat and curled up, letting the seat hold her like a large hand cradling a bird.
"Take coin I owe from bag." she whispered as she shut her eyes, letting the atmosphere of the inn fuel her drowsiness, despite the man who came to converse, she merely hoped that he assumed she was asleep.

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Katya clung onto his arm as if it were life, mumbling in Rus to herself softly. The feeling of warmth suddenly hit her and she opened her eyes to a blinding light, they were shuffling into what looked like the inn Gustav was talking about, the hospitable one. They stood infront of a counter and started to converse, Katya watching through squinted, red eyes, all she could hear was muffled speech as their lips flapped. Another round of coughing ensued, rattling her bones as they emerged, she detached herself from Gustav's arm and almost collapsed, steadying herself she shuffled to the nearest chair and planted herself into it, letting her body sink into the worn leather.
"Gustav," she called hoarsly to the burley man "can you get from my bag" she continued with a feverish smile, "Medicine.", she was referring to a needle in her bag attached to a squeezable pouch, it was the only way that she could get the medicine into her system fast enough, directly into the blood.
She remembered the first time the sickness gripped her body, she was seven when she started to suddenly cough, she originally put it down to a minor sickness but it turned out to be more serious bedridden for days she was, she grimaced at the old memories, not fun times.

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Katya stumbled forward to Gustav's arm and clutched it in both of her hands for a second, her consciousness hesitant to doing what her sleepy body wanted to do but her conciousness gave way and she slowly wrapped her arms around his arm and held it in an embrace, resting her head on his upper arm. She was tired and hadn't taken her medicine yet, a sickness that she had had since her youth was acting up again recently. A deep cough wracked her small frame as she clutched at his arm feverishly, shivering for no apparent reason.
"can we go Inn now?" she asked hushedly, her eyes shut in concentration as she tried to ignore the pain in her torso from the body shaking cough.

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Nodding timidly, she scurried behind the man, keeping quit close to him to avoid preying eyes. The town around her was a hustling bustling center of activity, the crowds even dwarfing the population of Moscovey, so naturally Katya was internally petrified. Looking forward to the inn they were going to as a welcome retreat from the constant rocking of the boat she realized how tired she was, almost feeling the bags under her eyes, she gave a cat like purr as she stretched her arms, the drowsiness the only thing she could feel as she followed the man.
"excuse me," she whispered up to the man is she shuffled along beside him, "can I use you arm?", normally she wouldn't be so forward, or so fluent in her speech but the drowsiness had such a grip on her that she forgot her anxieties.

Legends of the Rim

I like this RP, is fun.

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The thought of that much money made Katya's head spin, literally, she was light headed. Reaching forward and steadying herself in the captian's desk she decided to try and engage herself in the conversation.
"S- Sir, I a- am here w- why?" she said in her usually stuttery broken speech, avoiding eye contact with the captian because of her unconfidence, "I n-not so skilled in m- much." she said slowly, putting her words together to try and for a semi-coherent sentence. Having lived most her life speaking Rus she was very weak in her imperial, having to stop and think before speaking, however even though she spoke Rus fluently her stutters were what was heard most.

The Age of Steam

I would like to reserve a spot.

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We will see in time young paduwan

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Katya felt ridiculously uncomfortable as the man reached down and held her hand pulling her up gently, he then slipped her bloody cloth through her fingers and replaced it with a fresh one, a badly embroidered one at that she noticed as the door opened revieling the captian, a sharply dressed man with a face that could make any man pale, Katya was certainly pale.
He ushered them into the room and they followed, Katya clutching the rag the other man gave her as sone kind of mental support. In the captians quarters she found herself surround by strange trinkets and threatening weapons that didn't make her at all feel welcome, instead as the captain and the other two talked she inspected the mans handkerchief and decided it would be best to do some minor repairs, so she moved to a corner of the cramped room where no one could see her and began work fixing the embroidery.
"Gustav, huh?" she grumbled to herself as she went over the name in fresh black thread, making it stand out further from it's faded disrepair. by the time she was done it was Gustav's time to talk and she deftly slipped the cloth back into his pocket, deciding to join the talk as they started to talk about money.