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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 1:51:07 GMT -8
"What? About the train, what I was doing, Norway, Europe? ....there's probably a dozen things about me you should know....it's if I'm willing to talk or if you want to really know. It's probably nothing compared to the crazy shit you keep getting yourself into."
She squeezed his hand back. She couldn't feel him, but she knew his hand was there- one arm felt fuzzier than the other and that was her only explanation. Her eyes narrowed as she struggled to gain control, a smirk playing on her features. Still, points for effort. What scared her more was the tone of his voice. Was that 'feeling?' She felt like making a snide remark but her brain felt like a lake that she was just wading through. Using it as a knife was obsolete at this point.
"What do you know about me, Amtrum? What have you ever really known?" It was a serious question, unhelped by the wicked smirk on her features.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 1:56:38 GMT -8
"I know you are from a noble family. I know you left them for your own reasons. You never explained, and I have allowed you to keep that reason to yourself. I know that you are stubborn and proud and that for all of your gnashing and wailing of teeth that you care a great deal about me. That you care a great deal about a lot of things, even if you don't want to show it."
He let his thumb gently rub the top of her hand.
"I know that you are brave, and a skilled fighter. That you are loyal, honorable, and one of the strongest people I know. And I know that you are scared."
Of the doctor and Barker.
"And I certainly know that you are changing the subject. So I want you to tell me. Why is that Doctor following you so intently. Really."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 2:13:15 GMT -8
Bastille's lips turned into a frown.
"What reason does a Doctor have to follow a perfectly healthy patient aside from the fact that they aren't actually healthy..." It was an ominous statement.
Her face turned toward the sound of his voice, her eyes staring at where he should be sitting. She couldn't see, but she could guess.
"The train left me practically dead, she was able to bring me back to life....but at a price. After you vanished I spent my time with David Blaze. After he vanished, I started to take on odd jobs- doing what I love. I got onto a case that was deep in multiple issues. I was intercepted on a train by a girl I'd be tailing....Margerie DuBoberac or as her actual scottish name is- Nera. I outwitted her greatest heist for the crown jewels in England, she wanted revenge and she found the way to take it. She's not as strong of a fighter as I...but I got careless and fell into a rather beautifully elaborate plot. In order to get out of it, and many other issues in my life....and the growing threat of Barker retailing me...I had to...die. So I reworked Nera's plot in on itself, forced it to go on like a sherlock holmes novel, and I had every witness visible to see that I was actually blown to bits in the train explosion. But something went wrong, my qi reacted and I blew up the train prematurely. A doctor on the train found me and transported me back to Norway. For months I was sedated, I was someone else. Then the surgery to give me back use of my left leg came, and I remember nothing of those 2 months other than constant pain and agony. I was told that in that time, the world had ended. Kent and her team got attacked and I managed as I always have. I put into motion old safe plots and got a rather honestly dishonest business started and it worked as an underground railroad. I confess, ancient tactics often get dusted over and forgotten- and thus overlooked and underestimated by newer tact artists. But I did it all under the guise of "Kahleesi", a name I stole from a book I once read, and Bastille remained dead. But Doctor Kent still found me. Month without treatment had taken their tole...my leg was rejecting the material. I assume from her tone, that eventually it will take over my entire body. Like an extremely slow rigamortis, my body will eventually get used to the drugs she has been feeding me and then I will loose all ability to walk. I'll turn into a living doll- and then I will probably, I assume...die. She estimated by the time I was 55 at the earliest....but from the way she tails me...I'd say it's more like 45. "
She looked away and tried to sit up, gripping the sheets and forcing herself to stay up.
"For a while it will work with the opposite effect, empowering me....giving me strength. Until the last 5 years of my life, then it will violently turn."
She turned to him and smiled gently. One of her rare smiles.
"I never really enjoyed the idea of getting old anyway."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 2:22:38 GMT -8
"Hmmm."
He listened to her tale, not sure if she was embellishing on any of the points or not. But the story aside, the important part of it was her health. And what was going to happen to her. It was a long ways away to be sure. But that didn't matter.
"Then it sucks to be you. Because I'm going to find a cure."
He nodded, his tone dead serious. He leaned in from his spot on the chair and planted a kiss on her forehead.
He would save her, and Leon. A small smile worked across his lips as he shook his head. Maybe Olesya had been right about him all those years ago. Maybe he was a good guy deep down. One of those... hero types.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 2:29:48 GMT -8
"Oh good. I was worried you'd go all stupid and wayward." She sounded almost disappointed that he wasn't. But beneath that was a sigh of relief. She just decided to never think about it. Buck, her younger brother, was going through the same damn thing as she was, and that was to use his body at all. His legs were gone no matter what- no thanks to her but hey, details. She then paused a second.
"Did you just do something to me, because I feel like a top. - oh for fucks sake."
She gripped the bed and began to fumble, but managed to stand up right on her feet. Her eyes blinked, searching for something in the nothingness. Her hands reached for a wall
"what are my chances of getting you to dip me in scalding hot water?- this fog is annoying. Nevermind, I'll do it myself."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 10:43:04 GMT -8
"No you don't."
She she fumbled to her feet he shot out of his chair. His arms sweeping under her to pick her up again.
"We can do a bath, the power is still here."
For some reason this city still had electricity. He tried not to think about that, lest his stomach drop from running scenarios on how that could be related to his quest.
He would take her to the bathroom and prop her on the toilet.
"Do you need me to undress you? Or can you manage that on your own?"
He asked as he turned on the hot water to let it warm up.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 22:49:06 GMT -8
"Mathew"
Bastille said in a dangerously low tone.
"I might be blind and physically feel like I weigh over two tons....but I can move and I CAN undress myself - thank you."
She hated being helped. And her eyes were unfocused- but noticeably angry.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 22:51:04 GMT -8
"And here I thought you would enjoy being taken care of for once. Have it your way though."
He shrugged. His tone a bit colder than it had been, and a frown flickered across his face before it returned to a stone cold neutral expression. He moved to the door and folded his arms and stayed there to watch her in silence. In case she fell.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 23:05:20 GMT -8
And. Thats what happened. She could talk big, and usually she could bite as hard as she spoke- but...under drugs. Bastille tripped over the rug, catching herself on the wall (which would normally work despite the fact this scenario would never happen to being with- but again, drugs) but her hand slipped and she crashed into the water. A giant splash accompanied her fumble and with in seconds Bastille was under the water. Whether she stayed because she was unconscious or because she was mortified and trying to end her misery was unclear....although it was probably almost certain to be the later.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 23:10:10 GMT -8
And Mathew rushed to the tub and pulled her up so that she was above the water. A look of "I told you so" on his face. Even if she couldn't see it. He rolled his eyes, and she thought him stubborn.
"You were saying?"
He couldn't help a small amount of smugness slipping in to his voice. Even among the concern. He sighed and would take up a seat on the toilet.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 10, 2012 0:44:29 GMT -8
Bastille just spat out the water in a steady stream.
"The water is cold." She simply stated, although the simple underlying message was- 'i concede'
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 10, 2012 0:47:20 GMT -8
"It will warm up, give it a minute."
If she hadn't fallen in the water would have had more time to warm up. He let out a slow exhale as he sat there. Nodding to himself.
"I expect you to start taking your medication. Without having to be drugged up first."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 10, 2012 0:59:45 GMT -8
"If I recall, your question was for how long were you avoiding your medication- i never said that that was recent. I've been taking it for three months. I ran out last week. What'd you expect me to do? Ouch..."
Her eyes site was returning, she was closing and opening her eyes frequently.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 10, 2012 1:01:50 GMT -8
"Well then, I assume we will have no issues with it in the future. I suspect we will be here for a while. So it should be easier to get you a refill."
And he could try and see if he could track down a cure. Or a lead on a cure. He sure as hell wasn't going to create on himself. He was a smart guy, but he didn't go to medical school.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 10, 2012 1:06:35 GMT -8
Bastille just spit out another thing of water and began to undress herself, deciding that her bra and underwear were allowed to get wet. She began to remove the bandages from her leg, still not looking directly at anything. Her leg under them looked bad. A run of veins and messed up tissue. Bastille bit her lip as she set her leg back in the water and relaxed.
"Promise me something"
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