Ashlle G. Rainier
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Gryffindor Student
"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!" roared Black. "DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS . . .
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Nov 3, 2005 17:40:01 GMT
"Ok" said Ashlle smiling sadly. These sort of injury's always made her wonder if there were any superior peoples out there. It disheartened her to think that perhaps she'd have been better off in the third Orphanage.
Taking the bottle from the air, she used a eye-dropper to administer one drop to Forgoil's tongue, again using the Open-mouth spell, as he also was still unconscious. Then she did the same for Carmen. It needing only one drop to work, there was no danger of choking so she put it on her tongue as well. The Sponge Spoon was emptied of the original potion so Ashlle removed it, then allowed Carmen's mouth to close gently again.
"How's that?" she asked, wondering if there was anything more she ought to do.
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Shae
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Ghost
Tell me, Death, where is your power to hold me in the grave?
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Post by Shae on Nov 3, 2005 23:55:54 GMT
The phantom smiled at the red-head.
"Job well done, for now," she said.
"We won't know what else we can do for them until they wake up and start talking. I'll want to know exactly what happened when they are well enough to tell me."
The ghost nodded to herself and headed back for the cold-supply room she worked in, checking every bed - even the empty ones - as she went.
She would never say that she envied them sleep, as one now dead, she couldn't do it, but oh she still needed rest sometimes.
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Rogue
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Lycan
Snow-covered paws.
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Post by Rogue on Nov 4, 2005 8:00:32 GMT
Rogue had heard everything going on, and watched it too, with cynically disguised eyes. Both the humans were tended to quickly, both Shae and another nurse Rogue had never met were doing a slick job of it all. Glancing at Forgoil with cloudy mauve eyes, the lycaness narrowed her gaze, for no readable reason, before she glanced at Carmen, letting a sliver of a sparkle shine in the silver dapples of her eyes, before averting her gaze.
Her muzzle parted and she let her tonge loll from her mouth, panting from the heated run. She couldn't sit properly, the insides of her legs stinging madly. As Rogue's thoughts played on her burns, Shae told her to put a balm on them, but the lycaness closed her muzzle sharply and whisked her tail across the ground in a warning, despite the fact that the nurse had acknowledged Rogue wouldn't let anyone else do it.
Noting that the humans were well taken care of, the lycaness turned on her numb paws and headed back for the door, pushing her muzzle through it to open it. She neglected the balm, and any explanation or goodbyes, and simply slinked through the doorway silently, letting the door bump closed behind her; signalling her departure.
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Ashlle G. Rainier
New Member
Gryffindor Student
"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!" roared Black. "DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS . . .
Posts: 2,685
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Nov 4, 2005 18:38:30 GMT
Ashlle sighed, and sat down on a chair between the two patients beds. She two was very tired, but dare not leave the two sleepers sides in case they showed signs of worsening in the night. To keep herself awake she sang softly to them, traditional Triad songs her friend had taught her. Ashlle had a melodious voice, and her sweet singing -thought quiet- soon filled the room. My life goes on in endless song Above earth's lamentations, I hear the real, though far-off hymn That hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the strife I hear it's music ringing, It sounds an echo in my soul. How can I keep from singing?
While though the tempest loudly roars, I hear the truth, it liveth. And though the darkness 'round me close, Songs in the night it giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm, While to that rock I'm clinging. Since love is lord of heaven and earth How can I keep from singing? When tyrants tremble in their fear And hear their death knell ringing, When friends rejoice both far and near How can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dungeon vile Our thoughts to them are winging, When friends by shame are undefiled How can I keep from singing?
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