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I smile back, blush slightly at the wink. But then I put on a stern face that is only partially real and huff a bit anyway, letting my worry bleed off as much as it may, considering she was exposed to rain with an open wound, my eyes fixing on her i…
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“They would endure. One of our sisters would step up to lead.” I have not considered who might lead the Arrows, should Dog fall. I never wanted to consider it. But now… “But I hope we do not see that day.” I hold my breath on the exchange of gunfi…
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“So they are.” I agree, putting my arm about her again. “So they always are. And I think Dog would agree with you as well. Anyone who claims they are not is a fool.” “You have some time yet, love, to consider. You are young to be a full Arrow yet.…
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I nod. “You meant well. Decatur carries a great reserve of strength in him. I am glad he was able to resist what must have been considerable temptation.” I consider the vial, then her, then hold it out to her again. “Your instinct to help was a …
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I wince at that. “I too ache for all those who suffer from the deprivation of this scourge, Shy, but I fear it would be only temporary relief and also renew its power over him. Did he take it?”
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That is enough to distract me from the duel for the moment. My eyes go to the small vial she holds in her hand. I reach out and pluck it from her fingers, carefully, turn it over as if I expect to see something specific, but of course, I do not. “…
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I close my eyes a moment and sigh, bothered, then look at Shy again. “I am… not the model for such things, Shy. Keeping your heart as mine is no great virtue.” I look down to the Dog in the duel. Intense again but try to keep my mind on the conve…
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My eyes shift to follow Pine as he moves away. “Indeed, the poor wretches.” I reply, looking back to the duel, trying to distract myself from the terror somewhat by thinking of this new thing. “Are you speaking generally or… have you… concieved an…
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Hearing the blood song upon entering the Yacht Club has my heart in my throat. The people move aside enough for me to see the first charge. I cover my mouth with a hand, trying not to gasp. I can only pray. I decide, with the adreneline of fear mo…
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My inclination, as usual, is for the humble rather than the elite, and I consider watching this match from the side of the track, ready to leap out and defend Dog against the monster she fights if it become necessary. But Shy has come with me, as I …
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I had been trying to work, getting Pine situated comfortably, cleaning supplies and the table, but my focus is not all that it could be. I feel weariness in my bones but my mind is nervous. I glance up as the roar of the crowd filters dimly down to …
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So starship looks like the choice. Grand starship just behind. Start looking over character creation. Concepts and discussion welcome!
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My mouth falls open, I am horrified. I turn and hug him to me fiercely with my other arm. “No! Do not ever say so!” I pause, try to even my tone. “Oh Mox, how long have you thought thus? No, my love, of course you did not kill your mother.” I loo…
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Another firm hug for Dog when she goes, though my stomach has dropped In fear. I resist telling her to be careful yet again. She knows. I’m exhausted, but I do not think I can sleep knowing that Dog is going into danger. No, I decide, I will slee…
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I continue to hold Shy, an arm around her shoulders, wishing she had not been in the room when I did that, to spare her distress. Her mother died after a healing, after all, even if Shy did not see it herself. I recall when I had to tell her that he…
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I return a small smile to Dog, then look at my still red hands, serious exhaustion starting to weigh on me. "As will her daughter." I agree "And it would not be the same if Pine could not drive, I think. But it was... quite taxing. I do not know h…
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I put my hand on Shy’s back and rub it, gently. I am still chilled, but much better than before. I look over at Mox speaking to Dog. I know just what he’s thinking. Mox always wishes to know the why of things. An admirable trait that I share. I a…
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I realize she’s not talking about leaving the clinic. How much this must have scared her. I glance over at Mox, smile at him too, reassuring, then meet Dog’s eyes again, but I’m stroking Shy’s hair in smooth even strokes with one hand, feeling it sl…
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Dog speaks but the noise does not make sense at first. But I see the look and I shake my head. I am not physically hurt. It is when Dog touches me that I realize how cold I am. I burrow into her warmth on instinct, shaking. Shy’s warmth at my back h…
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The world comes back… the lights are too bright, the sounds too loud, the smells too strong. And worse, the room seems to pitch and roll wildly. I lean on the table until all of it settles, looking down at my patient, at the arm. Then I reach out an…
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I clench my jaw against the burning sensation for a moment. ’Tis as if I can feel each individual name as a tiny brand. I do not know how long this must go on. I do not know how long it will take, assuming it is working. “It… it is the other place…
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The other place has always frightened me. I try to live as a rational person, and this place is not. I am not drawn to it the way August seems to be. I brush my hair away, realizing it is once again down, and longer, like my sister’s was. “No.” I …
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The red floods through me enter as I feel the energy of it travel through me, through my body, down my arms, at once excruciating and pleasurable and I feel myself fall. I cannot help but think of August in this moment, at the pinnacle of our passio…
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Rolling healing touch +1 xp
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Rolling healing touch (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 3, 2. Total: 6)
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I regard the now carefully split open ruin of bone and muscle sadly. The arm is shattered in several places. The Medicai could help me piece it together, even perhaps reenervate the arm. The only question would be the price of that help. Such extens…
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I finish cleansing and turn to my patient, my mind now filled with the problem of how to save Pine's arm.
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Something inside me leaps when she leans in. I keep her gaze, uncertain and… hopeful. The kiss is so gentle, cautious and almost unbearably sweet, my hands warm between hers. I meet it, slightly tentitive, but willing. The moment cannot last of c…
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I help them transfer Pine to the table I use for operations, still bothered. I understand why Dog volunteered, I had not even considered anything beyond Pine herself, but I feel the coil of old fear in my belly. I send Decatur to fetch a paralytic…
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“What?” I look at Dog in dismay, a chill moving through me. I swipe at something on my face, forgetting that my hands are still bloody. The motor duels can be vicious and deadly, especially against Balance. I have had few run-ins with Tax Patrol p…