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I look over at Dog, standing again. “Indeed, it is a narcotic with which his chattel are bound to him.” I glance at Decatur “and when they are no longer useful to him, he withdraws it.” It makes me wonder about August. Was she enslaved to this sub…
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Mox shows dog where to store what she brought in. My interactions are usually simple. Touch. Soothing words. Feeling for pulse and mentally shuffling it into one of the fifty-four categories. Feeling temperature and looking at color of complexion a…
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I lay a hand on his shoulder a moment. "It lives. It communicates. It wants." I wave at the others. "People are suffering, It must be tried. How precisely I do not yet know." Nee could do it. She lived with that realm close to her. She saw things,…
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I smile. “That is excellent news, She is strong in spirit, like you.” My face falls a little “Alas, no. Our attempt met with unexpected complications.” I tell him of what occurred in the forest, including my own odd experience while stabilizing S…
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I pause at each patient with a smile and soothing words, even if they are not conscious. Our minds pick up more than our waking state ever remembers after all. My supplies come from a variety of places. Probably the main person I deal with is Hali…
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Exhaustion lies heavy on my mind but putting a hand on Mox's shoulder as I move past him, I go around to assess my patients. I start with the ones in the back.
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I look into Dogs' eyes a moment. I don't like it, but the need cannot be denied. More protestation would be ungrateful. I sigh and nod. I will find some way to make it up to her. "Very well." I look at Shy at her request, a rebuke on my lips abo…
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My lips tense for a moment. Both for Shy's expression of not wanting to be stuck doing this... to not be like me, and for Dog's offer of payment and extra support. The pack isn't exactly rolling in jingle, and charging them for anything after they …
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I watch Dog look as we get Sounder settled. I look at the others and sigh, not having gotten the leaves I needed for the medicine. I feel the presence of the forest once again, remembering what it said. Perhaps it can be bargained with, but who w…
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I sigh in letting go of Dog to climb off the bike. I am thankful for the contact. Though I'm still disturbed, my equilibrium is a little better. I linger back with Dog, watch Cujo ask to leave. I nod at her before she turns away. Once Sounder is o…
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I smile a little, reflecting on my discovery of my own rather skewed perceptions before the nightmare. “But who is this woman of thoughtful judgement and responsibility?” I ask. I tighten my arms around her a moment, a hug. “Can this truly be that …
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“No.” I say tilting my head up, but not moving my cheek away. “You needn’t slow, I’m… I will recover.” I think. My mind is lurching still. If we were still, I think she would feel the trembling. It’s lost though on the vibration of the bike. “I …
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I let out a shuddering breath, tipping my forehead against Dog's back and closing my eyes a moment, trying to hold my fractured calm. Sounder will not be taken as long as I draw breath to stop it. The Arrows will agree. Now we must find a way to lo…
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'Tis a good thing I can splint an arm in my sleep, for my mind is not what it usually is. I get it done in perhaps slightly more time than it would ordinarily take me. I say I am willing to take Sounder's bike, terrible as I am, but Dog arranges t…
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I do my best to help Dog get everyone coordinated and moving while still looking after Sounder. But there is some kind of lingering effect of what just happened which rather hinders me. The sense of threat, once but a whisper, seems to fill my mind …
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Helping dog (Rolled: 2d6-1. Rolls: 1, 5. Total: 5)
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The movement, Dog pulling me up, the forest, the world, moves more than it should. I let out a little grunt, something’s off with my vision, like an afterimage in crimson. I blink and it seems to fade and the world gets steadier. I look at Dog an…
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I pull things from my kit efficiently, opening it flat, even as the back of my mind recalls the fearful memory of keeping Sounder, Dog and Cujo alive that I mentioned not ten minutes ago. I have only minutes. Airway cleared, stimulant injected, s…
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(Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 3, 5. Total: 10)
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I run down the hill, my fear lending everything a sharpness. I go down on my knees next to Dog and realize what I’m looking at, or rather who. I glance with terror at the heaved earth Sounder was pulled from even as my many years of practice take ov…
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I give up examining the forest for direction and rely instead on my sense of where they should be based on my well-trained memory. ::Stay with me, this place is soaked :: I sign to Cujo. My eyes are now watching the trees and plants for any sort…
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What is my best way through to the arrows? What should I be on the lookout for? Which enemy is the biggest threat?
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(Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 6, 5. Total: 13) +1 xp
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I watch for danger, my mind trying to correlate what I'm seeing with how I came here. My heart is thumping in my ears as I try to make for the sounds of the Arrows who are calling out.
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::Indeed that is yet another barrier…:: I’m signing it even as I turn to listen. I tense. ::Trouble! Our friends need us.:: I start that direction. Keeping eyes and ears open.
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I try to let bemusement settle upon my face. ::Oh, ho. What then? Shall I ask Dog if she minds my dallying with her lover? My case is very different. There is something between you and Vignette already, some connection to pursue. I have no reason…
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"In faith, that is something, is it not? What is best is uncertain." I let go her hand and put a hand on each of her shoulders. "Follow then that feeling and discover its root, for as the Arrows will testify, you are worthy, or instead choose to le…
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"Then you must needs be the sexiest of all Arrows." I finish what needs doing, but I do not let go of her hand, instead holding it between mine. I look at her. "If so, it is not your fault. And truly, hope is not yet gone. The Arrow Pack does not …
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I practice my craft upon her wound. It doesn't take much. ::And hurt yourself too, I see. I am not the only one suffering an attraction, it seems, though it is perhaps less ridiculous in your case. Have you told her or did you expect her to pick it…
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I snort, curiously easier since my only listener cannot hear. ::Of course not, nor should she. The notion is preposterous. Shall I join the legions languishing in her wake? Or cause strife:: I glance at her :: or rather more strife amongst my dea…