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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2008 1:55:38 GMT -5
Aranya smiled faintly. "It's seen rough times. I don't know if this stone fist will last. I've read that basilisk power only affects you permanently if the basilisk manages to turn you fully to stone." She kissed him, and then her mouth set. "I am going to try again."
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 14, 2008 1:59:25 GMT -5
"Sleep." Cedric replied, "I have not read about basilisks, but you are weak and tired. Sleep." He stroked her arms soothingly.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2008 2:00:55 GMT -5
"Give me milk of the poppy and wine. That is all I need to fortify myself," Aranya said, as the maester entered. "Wine, Cedric. From that cabinet. Please don't argue. Maester, I need that milk of the poppy."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 14, 2008 2:01:42 GMT -5
The Maester stares at her in horror.
"What has happened to you!"
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 14, 2008 2:03:10 GMT -5
"Maester get some wine." Cedric ordered, still cradling his wife. "And give her a proper dose of that concoction." He looked at the Maester significantly from behind Aranya.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2008 2:05:29 GMT -5
"I know," Aranya's face was pale and tight with pain, but her voice was steady, and almost impatient. "I need the poppy. Not enough to put me to sleep, only enough to dull the pain. Do not be overambitious with the dosage - I need my wits about me. If I fall asleep while in contact with the creature, the rest of me will turn to stone, do you understand? Don't gawk at me like that, maester, make the concoction. Dilute it. And speak of this to no one, do you understand? No one."
Aranya glanced at Cedric. "Ced, his hands are full." She kissed him. "Please, dear. Get the wine while he measures the dosage. I don't want to take the poppy before I take the wine."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 14, 2008 2:06:56 GMT -5
"I should like a chance to diagnose my patient, before I make any remedy." The maester said, but he began doing as he was ordered.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 14, 2008 2:12:04 GMT -5
Cedric slides out, and walks over and pours Aranya a glass of wine. Turning he walked back to the bed and sat beside her handing her the glass.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2008 2:15:41 GMT -5
"Diagnose away, maester," Aranya said, gulping down the wine with an eagerness that was at odds with her stern, controlled behavior.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 14, 2008 2:18:19 GMT -5
Cedric leaned over and kissed her neck. His eyes turn back to the Maester and he frowns."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 14, 2008 2:18:51 GMT -5
"There is some.. necrosis of the skin. Some kind of infection... making the skin.. hard, brittle.
"Greyscale perhaps? is there any pain at all?" he poked just above the line of grey hard skin. it hurt, bad.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 14, 2008 2:23:16 GMT -5
Cedric frowned, his eyes boring into the Maester, "Just dose her you fool."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2008 2:27:19 GMT -5
Aranya's jaw set so hard her teeth might have broken, but it was from extreme pain, not anger. "For fuck's sake, maester," she said through her teeth. "Don't fucking touch it. Don't! Take your hand off. It's not greyscale. It's a gift from a basilisk. The invaders have one. The poppy, please."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 14, 2008 2:29:15 GMT -5
The Maester grunted, and handed the milk of poppy.
"I'm not responsible for what happens." the man said.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 14, 2008 2:32:57 GMT -5
Cedric eyes blaze, "If she fucking dies, I am feeding you to the fucking goats." His voice is hard and angry.
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Hope you all are well and happy.