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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 24, 2012 2:05:30 GMT -8
"Bastille Alana Violette Cunningham the one and only- and I believe we have a deal"
Her wicked grin was back on her face.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 24, 2012 2:12:25 GMT -8
Asiv would roll his wheel chair towards the two and place the pills back on the counter for her to take. He'd then go to the back room and come back out with a blender, the fruits and plants John Summers had collected for Asiv, and proceeded to blend.
He'd pour the contents into one of the freshly cleaned glasses, the smell would be like the morning breeze near an old irish waterfall.
"Please drink the whole glass to prepare your body."
Asiv would then wheel himself from the room and into the underground lab Mathew had been in before to get the syringe, turning off the seperator machine and pulling the one vial from it, he would fill the syringe, putting the vile back in the seperator he'd put a plastic cap ont he syringe and head back up.
"We will wait thirty minutes for the smoothy to do its thing."
After which Asiv would wheel over with the syringe, and ask for Bastille's leg, so as to inject it.
((OoC: If Bastille follows all the steps her Str, Dex, and Con will increase by 5, her stat caps for each tier for her physical stats will all increase by 5. If it works to cure her or not is completely up to Bastille's player.))
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 24, 2012 8:23:53 GMT -8
Bastille would look at the drink and smell it. Her crimson hues narrowing at it. Second thoughts, she had them. Lots of them. But with a bloody squish of her hand, buried in her pocket, she swallowed it and cringed. It was slightly too cold for the morning. Her lips pursed and she stood up straight and coughed. It didn't taste bad...just cold. She then watched him grab a needle. Her eyes stared at it for a long while. But one thought allowed her to sway from bolting out the door at the site.
Her brother suffered the same affects, and if this worked for her- it could work for him. She unbuckled her belts and leg straps and even unzipped her boots. She set them all next to her, now a good four inches shorter as she sat herself on the table, gulping heavily. She was wearing biker shorts and her right leg had a long warmer on it, as did her left. The difference was, one had bandages underneath. She withdrew the left warmer down to her calf and began to steadily unwrap the bandages around her left thigh. Underneath was the mess that was her leg. She only unwrapped enough space for him to use the needle- but her eyes closed hastily and her hand shot out to grip the alcohol bottle on the table- her hand sending cracks into it. As soon as he injected it, her hand cracked the bottle and her face scrunched in a manner befitting a sloth. Under her breathe was a steady stream of cuss words flowing like magma. Some of it was even in different languages. She'd immediately suit back up, taking special care with her leg. Let's hope this worked.
((I'll add the three sections of 5 after this post, and as for if it cured it or not, - it will cure her but that will not be certain until after the thread 'Ode to Andromache' If that's alright?))
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 24, 2012 9:00:06 GMT -8
And Mathew stood there, a frown etched in to his face. Shifting to keep near Bastille as they waited and the injection happened. If she needed him, she would let him know.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 24, 2012 18:37:10 GMT -8
Asiv would watch and wonder, checking her pulse if allowed and sigh to himself.
"We wont know for sure if it worked for a while. So, I'll ask for an update in a day or two."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 12:25:08 GMT -8
Bastille started cringing. "Right" her eye twitched...she was now eternally grossed out. Needles....eeechk.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 12:31:11 GMT -8
"It's alright sweety."
He said as he leaned in to kiss the top of her head. Finding it a bit amusing that needles got to her so badly.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 12:53:35 GMT -8
Bastille just wanted to curl up and die now. Too bad this drug was to save her life and not take it. Plus for some reason, Mathews affections just made her cringe more. He was going to die, once she'd had a decent nap.
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