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Time: June 9, 2000
Place: Manor Grounds
Status: Semi-Public (Luna/Anybody Willing to Help, Adam, Gabriel, possibly others)
Summary: Neville is looking for help. Any help.
If somebody had asked Neville how exactly he had managed to get not only himself but also the badly injured and unconscious Mictain from somewhere in London to somewhere in Lower Tadfield in less than a day, he couldn't have given an answer. Imps were usually quick, though -- having quick feet often meant living longer -- and in times of distress even a weak creature may perform amazing tasks. There he was, slowly nearing the Manor grounds, painfully aware of the fact that his mighty commander needed help and fast.
Finally his rather limited strength ran out, and no amount of adrenaline could help him move the unconscious demon another foot. Sitting on the ground, Neville felt almost like crying. He might have done it, too, had crying not been absolutely un-evil.
After a moment he gathered his strength. He hated to leave the commander alone with nobody to guard him -- although the commander was usually so very strong and powerful, right now he was weak and vulnerable -- but he had no other choice. If he stayed there, the commander might actually die.
Therefore he summoned the last of his strength to move his little feet as fast as they could go. Running towards the Manor, he cried out, "Hehhlp! Sombohhd, hehhlp!"
He hoped somebody would hear him. He also hoped that somebody wouldn't want to hurt the commander.
At the moment he could do nothing but hope.
Place: Manor Grounds
Status: Semi-Public (Luna/Anybody Willing to Help, Adam, Gabriel, possibly others)
Summary: Neville is looking for help. Any help.
If somebody had asked Neville how exactly he had managed to get not only himself but also the badly injured and unconscious Mictain from somewhere in London to somewhere in Lower Tadfield in less than a day, he couldn't have given an answer. Imps were usually quick, though -- having quick feet often meant living longer -- and in times of distress even a weak creature may perform amazing tasks. There he was, slowly nearing the Manor grounds, painfully aware of the fact that his mighty commander needed help and fast.
Finally his rather limited strength ran out, and no amount of adrenaline could help him move the unconscious demon another foot. Sitting on the ground, Neville felt almost like crying. He might have done it, too, had crying not been absolutely un-evil.
After a moment he gathered his strength. He hated to leave the commander alone with nobody to guard him -- although the commander was usually so very strong and powerful, right now he was weak and vulnerable -- but he had no other choice. If he stayed there, the commander might actually die.
Therefore he summoned the last of his strength to move his little feet as fast as they could go. Running towards the Manor, he cried out, "Hehhlp! Sombohhd, hehhlp!"
He hoped somebody would hear him. He also hoped that somebody wouldn't want to hurt the commander.
At the moment he could do nothing but hope.