Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Aug 29, 2018 14:32:24 GMT -8
Kaelie whined softly as her coughing fit gradually died down as she listened to the human whispering to her. She just held to him tighter curling up closer to his warmth. Her head was nestled comfortably on his chest and she fit against him surprisingly well. It was... strange, but in an odd way it felt natural.
Too exhausted to try and reason with herself not to get overly comfortable with the human, she nestled closer to him, pressing her ear to his heart. The steady beat of his heart beat was intermingled with the thrum of his magic being pumped throughout his body. She took a deep breath in before letting it out slowly as her body started moving on instinct. Her hand slowly let go of his shirt and smoothed over his side and chest till it was pressed mere inches below his heart.
"Decker..." She breathed and Montag felt a small indescribable pull on his being. It wasn't painful in slightest, but it was an odd sensation. Almost as if some part of his soul was opening up. Kaelie let out a contented hum as her head lolled contently on his chest; the sound resounding through him to his spine that tingled slightly relieving any residual pain. Within moments, Kaelie's breathing had evened out and she was sleeping against Montag drawing him to follow her into a light sleep.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Aug 29, 2018 15:08:11 GMT -8
Montag could not stifle the next yawn that overcame him as the Fae curled up closer, his mouth opening so wide his jaw began to hurt. He couldn’t hear the Fae mutter his name softly. Despite the ending of her coughing fit, Montag kept rubbing the Fae’s back, giving little shushes between yawns.
Despite his already great exhaustion, the fact the Fae fell asleep seemed to make him even more tired, as if the suggestion that sleep was possible in this bare cell was all it took for him to finally give in to the temptation. He was even pulled closer to the sandman’s door by the sudden cessation of the numbing pain in his spine... which was rather curious. He didn’t really have time to ponder it as the sandman had grabbed him by the ear and was pulling him towards the mattress, falling slowly backwards with the Fae on top of him.
Barely conscious of it, Montag managed to push his shoes with his feet as he laid down on the mattress, leaving them beside the bed, revealing black socked feet. He pulled his feet from the side of the bed, stretching out as much as the mattress allowed him to lengthwise. He kept cradling the Fae as he shifted into comfortableness on the hard mattress, until he was finally forcefully pulled by the sandman through the opened door to dreamworld.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Aug 29, 2018 15:39:45 GMT -8
Iulia rounded the corner leading to the west wing at a fast pace, boots thumping along the stone floors. She thought of the past few days and all of the paperwork left to do. She thought of her own bed, sorely neglected, and how welcoming it seemed at this present moment. Her work was nearly done, she told herself. This was a bald faced lie.
The two guards outside the cell containing Kaelie stood at attention, each one staring straight forwards with a strained sort of air about them. One of them gave a strange glance at Iotapa, causing her to slow slightly. She sorted through her stone keys, finding the one that would open the door at let her in to check on Kaelie and Decker.
She stopped. The sleepy murmurs and contented groans emanating from the cot caused her to give an incredulous glance at either guard. The three had an entire conversation comprised of strategically raised eyebrows and shrugs. With a silent sigh, the investigator pens a short note on one of her papers, folding it up into a small square.
Eventually, Iulia opened the cell door as quietly as possible and padded inside. She settled the potted succulent lightly on the table, careful to not disturb any of Decker’s medical tools in doing so. Her small folded paper rested against the base of the plant, in obvious view of anyone who looked at the table. Across the outside of the scrap read To: Chief Montag Decker
Inside, a tight and tidy script relayed the following missive:
Dear Mr Decker, Thank you for your assistance in our matters today. The fifth precinct is grateful for your service and sacrifice.
We will doubtlessly call on you in the future for matters similar to this, and I look forward to working with you more in regard to this case. I’ve included a note for 250 gold and an order for your medical costs to be covered from my personal funds. Please consider this your consultation fee. In addition, I have written you a personal commendation signed by the Commissioner.
I will be by to see you shortly after you awaken.
Yours respectfully, Inspector Iulia Iotapa
Iulia signed to the guards to send for her as soon as Kaelie or Decker awaken. Until then, she returned to her desk to work on her orders for the advocate assigned to the case. Officially, Kaelie would be listed as a joint collaborator with the Isran Guard and Fire Department. Iulia penned an official order remanding Kaelie to the custody of Decker’s fire department. The young Fae would be free to move about the city, so long as she remains under Decker’s close supervision, and brings no harm to any Isran citizen or visiting person. There were a dozen or so other provisions outlining her rights to movement within the Isran Empire, her usage of magic, employment eligibility, and so on. Suffice to say that as long as she commits no crimes and remains with Decker, she was essentially “free”. A step out of line would bring the Guard down on her head, but otherwise, she was free.
The image of the two sleeping so comfortably together floats to the forefront of the investigator’s mind. How ridiculous they seemed. At least they were happy, in their own way. Iulia trusted Decker to keep the Fae in line, but she made a note to have a surveillance order put on Decker and the fire department, just to be safe.
When the faerie comes to, Iulia would present her with the written deal to sign before formally releasing her in the custody of Decker.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Aug 29, 2018 16:42:25 GMT -8
As Decker gave himself over to sleep, reality slowly melted away and even the gentle pressure of Kaelie resting on his chest faded from his consciousness.
Till he woke up in a different sense. The darkness from behind his own eyelids seemed to become darker, thicker- pulsating with it's own irregular heart beat. If he were to look down at his own hands and body they would appear transparent, smoky even. He was weightless and almost formless in this strange plane, sustained only by his knowledge that he was alive. And that he was Montag Decker.
It was frigid, and almost constricting. There was an unplaceable amount of anxiety on the air that clung to him but did not attempt to pull him into it's icy grasp. The darkness stretched on for miles, seemingly having no an end. But it did have a beginning. From the corner of Montag's eye, he could see a juniper tree completely encased in flames and a girl kneeling at the base of the tree sobbing. The needles had been devoured by the flames already, and the top half of the tree had splintered and cracked so the blackened trunk sat at an angle. The Juniper tree stood stark against the flames that threatened to completely turn it to ash, but somehow, the tree stayed strong. Even among the other husks and fallen tree trunks hidden behind the stubborn tree. It was obvious there had been some wild fire that had destroyed all but this one tree that refused to fall.
The darkness though was not sourced from the tree but rather, the girl sobbing at the base of the tree. Auburn hair fell down her back freely, a simple modest white shift covering her body, gradually getting stained by the piles of ash around her. Her shadow cast by the flames had become warped and dragged out for miles and was the very muck that Montag found himself stuck in. Another figure, vaguely formless like Montag stood over the girl a long thin spear poised over where her heart would be ready to strike. It spoke no words, but by the vague misty body language, it was clear the apparition was screaming at the girl, slowly lowering the spear in what would be a killing strike.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Aug 29, 2018 18:40:26 GMT -8
Montag... if that was what he truly was, this form that was little more than the passing smoke that drifted through the charred remains of once great trees and piles of brush, an all too familiar smoke to when the all too distant physical form of Montag had fought fires arginine uncontrolled through the woods that bordered the Isran Empire. He could not move except with an great deal of... physical? psychological? spiritual? exertion, instead more frequently being moved by the breeze that swept the smoke away, listing with the way of the wind.
Montag’s smoky spirit twisted in free form, right, left, upside down, and in ways indescribable and entirely undesirable. When he tried to turn to face the burning Juniper tree, he found himself turning faster and faster, losing all sense of direction. He only managed to slow himself by using a high concentration of magical energy to focus on the crying form.
The formless Montag attempted to crawl his way forward, to try and comfort the crying girl, to do his duty... but the strains do the immaterial held him in place, purely a silent spectator as the spear was raised, unable to protest, cry out, or scream.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Aug 30, 2018 5:17:35 GMT -8
Though the spear was poised to impale her, it never did come down and pierce her despite the form's clear desire to. Instead the form seemed to tremble and shift, it's face slowly turning to face Montag as if considering him. The girl who was hunched over sobbing seemed to notice the shift in attention and she stirred, lifting her face from her hands to turn and face Montag. Her blue green eyes were bloodshot with tears, green tinted tears staining her face trailing down to the next splash of color.
Silver blood stained the delicate pale skin around her neck, down to the collar of her dress making the fabric stick to her. A jagged scar encircled her neck and blood continued to seep from the wound at an alarming rate. But she didn't seem to notice or be in pain from the wound. Of all the things in this world, she seemed to be the only one that was a solid fixture.
She seemed to squint at Montag before she moved forward into a half crawl and with a sweeping motion of the wind, Montag's smoky form was brought over closer to her. Her teary eyes examined his face before a silver stained hand came up to cup the smoke of his cheek. “You don’t belong here. You shouldn’t be seeing this…” She said softly, her hollow voice echoing off the imperceivable walls all around them.
Her eyes roved over him again before they paused over his back. Her hand on his cheek slid down and she smoothed her hand down where the column off his spine would be, pausing where the majority of the pain from his injury stemmed from. “...But thank you for saving me.” She murmured as the fire and ash from the burning Juniper tree behind them was swept up by a wind slowly whipping into a mass of ash and fire that swept around them.
“Consider this my apology.” She said again in the same hollow tone as the mass suddenly dove down to where her hand lied into Montag form and spread out from there. There was a massive rush of energy that swept through his smoky form and suddenly it was significantly easier to move.
“You should dream your own dreams though human. It’s rude to barge in.”
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Aug 30, 2018 7:10:19 GMT -8
Those green blue eyes were very familiar, too familiar, seeming to study him as if he were prey left to dangle on a wire. As if this wasn't the first time he had been transfixed, held in form by this strange apparition, as if this wasn't the first they weren't in a smoke filled environment. The silver blood that seeped from the wound still stained the towels in another dimension, towels that Decker needed to wash another familiar being.
Despite the sight, he felt no fear, no apprehension as the suffering being crawled towards him. She was too familiar to be afraid. In fact, as she cupped his cheek, his being moved without thought deeper into the palm of the creature. He tried to move his hands to take the hand of the creature, to maybe see if there were bandages there that material Decker had been kind enough to place to confirm his immaterial suspicions, but he was still transfixed.
But thank you for saving me...You should dream your own dreams though human. It’s rude to barge in.
Montag knew where he was, and he definitely started to feel an ounce of dread. He didn't belong here, that damnable sandman had drug him here for whatever the reason. He wanted to protest, he didn't trespass because he felt like snooping in on the soft Fae in his arms, it was all beyond his control.
Montag's eyes opened suddenly, and he let out a frightened breath through his nose. His eyes readjusted to the darkness, and he knew he was finally back in the physical realm... and that the Fae was asleep on top of him. His face grew warm with the thought that he had fallen asleep with the Fae, and that there would be witnesses to this act outside the door. What the hell happened? Montag had very little inclination about how he exactly managed to fall asleep in this cell, let alone with the prisoner, everything seemed a blur before the dreamworld.
But, he couldn't move to at least try to save some face. The Fae looked too peaceful, so calm as her body rhythmically fell and rose with every soft breath. Stuck in this position, Montag slowly turned his head to face the table, careful to not disturb the Fae in her slumber. He spotted the newest addition to the table, a small potted plant with a note with his name on it. Well, there's my letter of termination, stating that since I fell asleep with a prisoner that I am obviously not suited to the position of Chief he anticipated, silently berating himself.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Aug 30, 2018 17:38:12 GMT -8
Said faerie had no concept of any of the concerns of the fire chief, more than happy to continue sleeping off the stress and pain of the past few days. In the short span of time that they had been sleeping together in the small bed, she had crept onto Montag more, almost fully substituting him as her mattress instead of the stiff hay one. It was a good thing she was not particularly heavy, or that the pain in Montag's back had mysteriously disappeared.
For however long they had been sleeping together though, it had clearly benefited the young fae. Her face was much more at ease and her breathing was measured and steady. Even her heart beat was strong enough to feel it fluttering against Montag's abdomen now. Her skin wasn't a deathly pale anymore, instead it was regaining some of her healthy tan and a dim glow emanated from her again. There was only small dots of silver against the bandages around her wrists and it appeared that they weren't causing her pain.
She would have looked the picture of perfection if not that her pigtails had become lopsided as she slept deeply against Montag.
It didn't look like she would be waking any time soon.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Sept 2, 2018 11:30:08 GMT -8
The reflection stared back at her. In the burnished silver mirror, dark circles rested under grey eyes that seemed to lack their usual shine. Iulia tried, futility, to wipe the sleep from her eyes again before scooping up a handful of ice cold water from the stone basin in the washroom. The frigid water caused her skin to tingle and smart sharply. With this came some semblance of being more awake.
A rough towel dried her face. If only she had been able to nap at her desk just a few moments longer. A serious idea to bed down in one of the empty cells had passed her mind, but Iulia had fallen asleep at her desk before she could carry out that plan. At some point, a fellow investigator had kindly draped a coat over her shoulders. Too bad she had fallen asleep on one of her pens; the impression of it is still slightly visible under her left eye.
The black kid gloves slide back onto her hands, covering the scars across her knuckles and fingers. Iulia elects to keep her shirt sleeves rolled up, showing off her well-toned arms. Pleasant warmness from slumber is fast fading as Iotapa makes one last check of her appearance. While not vain, per say, Iulia respects the critical importance of one’s outward presentation. A few last strands of hair are tucked back under her cap as the investigator whirls on her heel and begins at a brisk walk towards the west wing, her scarlet skirts swishing softly as she speeds along.
The office is more lively now that it is later in the day. She stops by her desk briefly to pick up her papers for Decker and the Fae to read over and sign. Investigators are hard at work on their own cases, new prisoners are checked in to their cells as others are released or transferred out of The Square. Ideally, Decker and the Fae will be awake by now, Iulia thought.
This was not yet the case. Iulia peered through the bars separating the sleeping Fae and fireman from her before unlocking the door. Physical closeness like that between the two bedridden forms had never really sparked the investigator’s imagination. It looked so impractical and uncomfortable. Where do you put your arms? What happens if one of you has to get up in the night? Loose strands of Kaelie’s hair splayed over Decker's cheek, and the big fireman looked somewhat crammed into the tiny jail bed.
In the back of Iulia’s mind, what had happened between these two soured. Had Decker had used his position of authority and power to sleep with this woman? A louder portion of her mind shut this thought down rapidly. No, it said, Decker did what he had to do in order to help his city. He simply used the tools available to him for a good purpose. What he did was his duty to his city and a kindness to the Faerie.
Iulia supposed it was like her usage of magic in her job. She might not have a shred of connection to thaumaturgical energies, but she appreciated the utility of magic in daily life. Not having to rely on fickle candles or pens that run out of ink was nice. The runes and charms that protected The Square and made containing dangerous criminals even possible were to be used to their fullest extent and respected. Decker’s actions helped the city, and that was that.
On the tiny table still sat Iulia’s note to Decker, untouched. At least he is awake, if still trapped under his... bedfellow? Her mind mentally hesitates over thinking of them as such. She nodded towards the paper before quietly creeping over to the side of the bed and unfolding and passing over it for Decker to read. Out comes a small pen from one of her vest pockets for Decker to use if he’d like to write anything down. Whilst he reads, Iulia sits herself down in the rough chair beside the table.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Sept 2, 2018 20:15:46 GMT -8
Montag nearly started into sitting up when the door to the cell opened, but he was stopped by the weight of the Fae on top of him. She wasn't heavy by any stretch of the imagination, but the fact she was more on top of him than the mattress would make negotiating her off of him a far too long process, and he could practically hear the shackles being shaken for his arrest of the abuse of his power for 'cuddling' with a culprit. He began making his peace with his God, imagining the quite logical conclusion that a trial would take for apparently misusing his authority. And who would believe him that he had just fallen asleep because the Fae had fallen asleep on top of him.
He was greeted with the ragged image of the Investigator. He could sense the disappointment in her body movements, probably because of the supposed crime. He wanted to scream, to shout that he was innocent, he had served Empress Naoki loyally since he came to the city! He demanded a fair trial before he was condemned in the court of public opinion. He knew his worry was plainly evident in his face, but he didn't care.
Then Iotapa sat down in the chair, and handed him the note. He had to hold it close to his face due to the dim lighting in the cell, but he managed out the heart of it. It felt like a ton of bricks that he wasn't aware of was lifted off his chest, making the Fae feel all that much lighter. He set down the note beside him, and gratefully took the offered pen. He scribbled quickly on the note before he handed it back to Iotapa:
"I don't know how I fell asleep. One moment I was helping her drink some water, then the next I wake up and she's on top of me. I swear nothing inappropriate has happened."
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Sept 3, 2018 18:30:08 GMT -8
The last line of Decker’s scrawled reply forces Iulia to suppress a chuckle. Then the idea that the blasted Fae had charmed Decker flew through her mind. This would explain the odd circumstances to some degree. Iulia’s already poor opinion of the Fae as a group did not improve from this brief musing. If Decker had been charmed or magically controlled in some way, there would have to be a full inquiry. The Enclave would get called in. Meaningful work would cease for weeks, if not months, for every last member of The Guard to have their minds examined and tested. Having your thoughts and memories poked at by a magister was never a pleasant experience.
Iotapa tried to distract herself by scratching out a reply to Decker.
Understood. We will talk about that later. Is the Fae able to be questioned? I have some paperwork for the both of you.
Once the creature is out of her jail, Iulia promised herself a hot bath and a nap. Realistically, she knew that she might get either a quick cold bath or another desk nap, but the promise helped her look forward to the rest of the day.
The potentially compromised mental state of Decker could wait. Iulia reminds herself to double the request for surveillance on Decker, and to put the fire department on high alert. Maybe an order for a brief vacation could do him a world of good.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Sept 3, 2018 18:39:36 GMT -8
Reading over the note, Montag nearly laughed out loud, having to suppress it to merely a chuckle. Was the Fae able to be questioned as she slept so peacefully on top of him? Perhaps, but he didn't want to wake her and find out. He didn't want to get mauled if she got feisty as they tried to drag her out of cell. He knew what fingernails could do to a person. Besides, he didn't want to have to bring her from the brink of death a second time.
Scribbling on the note again, Montag replied:
Haven't had time to do check up on Fae's condition to see if she could. But I wouldn't want to subject her to that again until she wakes up naturally. And if she is to bound to me, I need something to control her with. A magic suppressor I can personally control.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Sept 7, 2018 10:18:49 GMT -8
A nod. Iulia’s reply is brief:
Understood. I’ll send notice to the Enclave for their artificery department to craft something. Send for me when you and the Fae are presentable.
After Decker has read over the note, the investigator looks him in the eyes with a confused expression briefly flickering across her face. It passes smoothly, replaced by a thin, small smile as she pads backwards out of the cell and locks the door behind her. She begins drafting a letter immediately during her jog back to the offices. She has a suitable draft upon reaching her desk.
The request sent to the Enclave outlines the magical abilities of the Fae as best understood through witness accounts and forensic reports. Iulia specifically outlines the custody arrangement between Decker and his Fae charge. She is asking for trinkets to bind two individuals together, allowing one enormous power and control over the other. The whole idea suddenly smacks Iotapa as analogous to an unequal marriage.
Later in the day, the Enclave would set to work constructing the two devices. Their end goal is a magical heat sink of sorts that will feed the magical energies of the Fae directly to Decker. A companion device, either a small ring or necklace, is to be made for the fire chief. With this, he can meter out how much of the Fae’s energies she is able to tap into at any given time.
Iotapa adds an additional request asking for both devices to function as a scrying focus. The two would never have true privacy again, but that is a small price to pay relative to maintaining security.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Sept 7, 2018 19:01:41 GMT -8
Montag's own reply was as brief, just a simple head nod that he understood the note. Iulia's confusion was contagious, as it spread over his face as it left her's. If she's confused, then I wonder what's in store for the pair of us. He thought as he laid his head back down the rather uncomfortable pillow... well, pillow might be giving far too much credit to the half formed lump of fabric and what felt like bricks.
He lay awake for a good long while, feeling his legs grow sore and then pained as they were scrunched in an awkward position where he couldn't curl them up at all or stretch them out. It was probably one of the most uncomfortable feelings he'd ever felt. But, he didn't move or dare disturb the Fae's slumber in any way. Eventually, he found himself dozing off again, just from pure boredom than anything else.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Sept 7, 2018 19:34:58 GMT -8
Kaelie slept soundly through the rest of the night, hardly moving other than to readjust on her chosen pillow.
As the morning rays filtered into the room, Kaelie breathed a contented sigh as they graced her face and slowly drew her out of the deep sleep she had fallen into. She slowly stretched out, humming happily as her fragile bones popped and relieved the pressure in them before she curled back up and nuzzled into the warm spot she had fallen asleep on. It was certainly an odd patch of forest she had chosen to sleep in, and strangely there was no grass tickling her nose or shade from the trees filtering the sunlight. There was no buzzing of insects overhead, followed by the chirping of birds seeking to make them their breakfast.
Kaelie suddenly stopped abruptly as the realization hit her. The past few days struck her.
She wasn't in her forest. She wasn't in a meadow.
She was trapped in the human realm. Stuck inside a tomb with-
Kaelie's eyes shot open and she looked up and before she could help herself, an alarmed shriek tore out of her lungs and she backpedaled wildly, only to tumble out of the small cot and onto the ground. She rolled over swiftly and quickly scooted back away from the human she'd been sleeping on until her back hit the far wall. She was panting like a prey animal that had been cornered, her eyes darting around for some means of escape.
On the bright side at least, her body felt much better and lighter if that display was anything to go by, and she had regained some of her strength. Not enough to summon her flame or shift into a wisp, but enough she didn't feel like she'd be snuffed out by an accidental breath in the wrong direction.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Sept 7, 2018 20:54:13 GMT -8
Montag's fitful dozing had been rather poor throughout the night, constantly waking up with every shift in the Fae's position on him. So when dawn finally broke, dark circles had become visible under his eyes. He started when the Fae shrieked, though he didn't flee the bed like she did. He was used to being woken up abruptly, though not quite like this.
Sitting up to face the Fae, he could clearly see she was panicking, which was the last thing he wanted her to be doing as she was on the mend. He held out his hands, trying to soothe her without causing any extra fear, "Easy there Little Miss, easy. I'm not here to hurt you." If there was one thing he was thankful for, it was that the Fae hadn't tried to claw him as she ran away. He had seen what nails could do to a person, and it certainly wasn't enjoyable trying to clean out those kinds of wounds.
He picked up the extra cup of water than he had intended to drink, and offered it out to her, "I'm sure you must be thirsty Little Miss, you need to drink this," to prove it wasn't poisoned or laced with anything, he took a quick sip of it himself.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Sept 8, 2018 8:27:18 GMT -8
Kaelie pressed up closer to the wall, eyes still darting around panicked. She didn't remember being moved to this room. She didn't remember who put these- what even were they- things around her wrists.
And she most certainly did not remember falling asleep with one of her captors. Seeing the stranger who was still largely shadowed by the room, offering her something to drink and demonstrating by him drinking it, that is was safe, did nothing to ease her fears. There was plenty that wouldn't hurt a human that she could not ingest.
"S-Stay back. Don't come any closer to me." She warned despite the fact she knew there wasn't much she could do to fend him off if he decided to come grab her. She was already feeling dizzy again and weak so she could hardly fight him off and she still felt no connection to her magic. If anything that made her more afraid. "I-I don't want anything you give me."
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Sept 8, 2018 9:02:23 GMT -8
Montag was somewhat decent at reading patients, and he knew this one was far too weak to be doing this thrashing around. He could hear it in her voice that she was already growing faint, and he didn’t want to have to rescuitate her after he already got her to this point.
Getting onto his knees on the stone floor, he kept his hands out in front of him, where she could see them. His knees complained from both the cramped conditions of the previous noght’s sleep, and even more now on the stone floor, but his patients came before the pains of the body.
He crawled forward a single step, so his face was revealed to the light from the window, “Look, I know you want nothing from us humans, but I also know that you’re not in a good place right now. This is a far cry from the forest, hmm? Well, the more you exert yourslef, the longer you’re going to be without trees, because you’ll be too weak to leave. I’m here to make sure you regain your health.”
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Sept 8, 2018 9:44:10 GMT -8
Kaelie was still tensed, holed up trembling against the far wall but she paused when the man's face was revealed by the light.
The pretty eyed one.
She blinked a bit remembering slowly the events of the day before and how the man was surprisingly gentle with her despite the fact she had attempted- and almost succeeded honestly- to kill him. Some of the tension left her as she realized for whatever reason, this human could be deemed as safe... at least for now. There wasn't much else she could do as she couldn't very well sense his emotions in her current state.
She didn't move from the wall as she carefully watched the man. If what he said was true...
"...I...Will not be able to heal completely in whatever hell scape this is." She admitted slowly, trying to follow along with what he was saying. "...I need to be with my brethren in my home to completely regain my strength... So if you.. do what you can here... You will then release me back home?" She asked equally slowly, trying to watch his expression carefully to see if he would lie to her.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Sept 8, 2018 10:07:00 GMT -8
Montag sighed sadly, realizing he may have overstepped his boundaries by mentioning a forrest. He truly didn’t know which one she came from, and he doubted she could point on a map to tell him which one she came from, let alone the guard allowing him to take her to them in case she tried to make a break for the dark interiors.
Finally he answered, “I can’t promise that they would release you to your forest Little Miss. But I can promise that you’re going to be under my care for the foreseeable future, not in this hellscape. I will do all I can to get you out to nature to help you heal as much as you can. Now, do you mind if I check your condition?”
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