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--nngh..... Where....
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Is that...
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Oh Lord, no. No, this can't--! [The voice cuts off in a hiss of pain.
So Grell is back and not so happy per usual. She's been dumped in the middle of the town square, quite beaten up and more than a little broken, and, most of all, quite human. For the next two weeks, Grell is one of the plain old ( Read more... )
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Is that...
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Oh Lord, no. No, this can't--! [The voice cuts off in a hiss of pain.
So Grell is back and not so happy per usual. She's been dumped in the middle of the town square, quite beaten up and more than a little broken, and, most of all, quite human. For the next two weeks, Grell is one of the plain old ( Read more... )
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[She hurries out to the shops, where previously she'd found one of her hand-me-down middies, and, after some searching, comes up with a first-aid kit. It has gauze in it, anyway, and that's the main thing she remembers from the guide.
She's lucky in that there aren't too many ladies keeled over in the town square, or her attempts at adventurous life-saving might not be so successful; she didn't remember to get the victim's name, after all. But there's only the one figure lying prone in the street, and she hurries over.]
All right, show me what needs done.
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If you could just stop them from bleeding?
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[She's a pale, pointy little creature, is Kay, but she's blanched a little nonetheless to see the state of the woman's wings. They didn't say anything about how to deal with feathers in the book.
But she tries nonetheless, kneeling gingerly behind her and opening up the first aid kit. Clean the area and then bandage it, or it'll get infected. Be gentle and careful. It seems like that oughta go double for something like wings.]
Did you just arrive here, too?
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And how long have you been here, hm? A new feather, I presume?
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[She freezes when the wings twitch, redoubling her efforts to be careful when they're still once more. She'll have to be especially gentle with the antiseptic, because there's no getting around that stinging.]
I guess I've been here three days, but there's a boy says he knows me. So maybe I was here before and I don't remember it.
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[Her question is explained by her 'three days' answer and Grell sighs.]
I was kidnapped and tortured. Lovely place you've returned to, hm? So? Your name?
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[She doesn't sound quite as certain of herself; this is the first she's heard ill of the place, though admittedly, she's been exploring on her own more than talking to the populace.]
Oh--my name's Kay. What's yours?
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[Grell raises her head and looks at this "Kay" for a moment. If she had her powers she could tell, but she doesn't so instead she reaches out with a somewhat bloody hand to touch one of Kay's curls.]
I have a friend here with the same name. Lovely woman. Her hair is ginger like yours.
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[Kay's stock-still as Grell touches her hair. It's the blood that does it: Kay handles illness far better than injury, simply by virtue of familiarity, and for all she can play rescue-nurse, there's something very unsettling about this for her.]
I ai--I haven't met any other Kays since I got here.
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Such things shall happen here. I wouldn't think much on it.
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