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 Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 10:49 am
"..We need to get ready for another attack..." June muttered
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 10:50 am
"I say we go back to the hospital and let Rafeal now we are ok" Chaz said getting up and limping over to the door, "Plus I need a doctor to look at my leg."
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 10:52 am
"June... what happened to you, exactly?" She faced June now, and touched her hand. "Are you okay now?"
Another fight...? Well, we'll get back to Rafeal so we can get out of here then... get back on the road before they find us...
"Chaz, you know I could do better than any doctor, right?" Aleta stared to look through her things agian. "I have something for that."
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 10:54 am
"......." June pulled her hand away
"I'm fine."
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 10:56 am
"So whats the plan, are we going or satying and fighting?" Chaz saw Aleta goign through her thing, "Thanks." Chaz smiled
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 11:17 am
"Yeah.. don't mentionn it. I think we should get a move on, I don't want another fight, Rafeal is probably worried sick."It took a lot out of her, but she wouldn't let it show. "Lets see that leg Chaz." She had a couple of vials in her hand, and a cloth bandage.
****
A strange portal opened in the ghost town, it was made of shadows, energy, and fire. It spat out a man in a cloak, Zethriel. "Ugh...." He was on his hands and knees, holding his wounded chest until it healed, his breathing ragged and labored. "Ketress... how did she do that... what did she do to me?" The wound trickled blood, and healed. He let himself fall to the side, he closed his eyes. "She almost killed you master, thatss what." The soul eater hissed in his ear.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 11:20 am
"Sure" Chaz rolled up his pants leg and reveiled the bullet wone just below his knee. "That's gonna hurt in the morning" Chaz said jokingly
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Matthew walked up behind Zethriel, "Ah are you the one they call Zethriel?" Matthew asked
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 11:23 am
"Yeah, it would. I'm saving all of my good stuff for emergencies. I could heal this within minutes, but with the lower quality potions... that'll take a couple of days." She removed the bullet with her fingers, and began to clean the wound. Then she applied a pale pink liquid, and wrapped up his leg.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 11:26 am
June sat up, hugging her knees and humming
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 11:31 am
"Thanks" Chaz looked down at his leg, "So were going to get Rafeal now right?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 11:31 am
"Yeah but, before we go anywhere, I'm goign to go take a shower, I don't want Rafeal to see me like this." Her arms were criss-crossed with cuts, and there was a wound bleeding through her dress that came from one of Zethreil's blows, and she was splattered with Zethriel's blood.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 11:40 am
"Ok." Chaz limped over to the fridge and got an apple.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 11:41 am
"Get up you lazy a**..." Ketress gave Zethriel a swift kick to the neck. "Hey!" He bolted upright, and swung behind him, trying to get at Ketress. He sensed someone nearby, and they aked his name.
"Yeah... thats me..." He looked behind him to see a drow standing over him. "What do you want?" He sprang to his feet.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 11:44 am
Matthew smiled, "I think we can make each others lifes easer." Matthew put his gun and scythe on the floor in front of him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 11:45 am
Aleta found her way to the bathroom, and took off her bloody garments. Her sandals thudded on the floor one by one, and she stepped into the shower. She undid her hair, letting it fall like a black cascade. The hot water running over her body stung, but became soothing. She took note of a cut in her side. She had been wearing chainmail, and it was an imprint of the armor. Well, that could've been worse. She began to wash the wound with soap. Now was a good time to think, she was alone.
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