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Nightshift 31: Morgue

Apr 27, 2008 19:57

[from here]As Scar entered the room, he couldn't help but notice the drop in temperature compared to the hallway. Considering he wasn't used to this kind of temperature, he couldn't help but shudder a bit ( Read more... )

qui-gon jinn, scar (tlk), mozenrath, daniella, sanzo

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not_complete April 28 2008, 00:15:38 UTC

Perhaps the filthy patient should have looked closer.

It was understandable, however. Daniella had taken to scrubbing the floor quietly and throughly, cleaning that mess those rebels had left behind. Clean it up, they had told her. Send intruders back to their rooms.

Oh, she would. She would. Her eyes peered up at them as her hand went for the glowing fire poker at her side, the metal sizzling at her touch. "Return to your rooms, sirs."

mozenwrath April 28 2008, 02:13:33 UTC

Mozenrath followed behind Scar, ready to make a snide comment about how this whole process would have moved much quicker if the lion had simply broke the door down from the get go instead of mucking about. However, there was a new figure in the dark and this one had a rather painful looking weapon.

And she didn't seem happy to see them.

Still, her answer implied she was one of the ones in control. And therefore, Mozenrath demanded an answer: "Tell me where my gauntlet is and we'll leave you alone."

Not that Mozenrath had much interest in interacting with her.

longlivetehking April 28 2008, 17:40:59 UTC

Scar couldn't help but wonder why he had failed to see the female human. He glanced at the item she was reaching for. That was hardly something pleasant to be hit with.

Ah, there Mozenrath went, whining again for his gauntlet. The feline remained silent, keeping his cat-like eyes on the woman, waiting to see what she would do.

not_complete April 28 2008, 19:39:02 UTC

Gauntlet? The maid tilted her head to the side with a sicking pop as she stared at the two blankly. She knew nothing of the sort, but the belongings of patients were not a concern to her. She was to follow the Masters orders until Master Lorenzo returned for her. She was to clean and cook and punish.

She enjoyed that last chore.

"Return to your rooms, sirs," she repeated as she slowly stood, the poker still sizzling in her hand, burning her flesh. "Bad patients will be punished."

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