Online RP Thread (Lead up to Bloody Valentine)

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#381

[quote=“siximpossiblethings”]

Esther finds a clear space on one of the tables and sets the flowers on it, then, somewhat awkwardly with Harriet in her arms, manoeuvres a chair so that she can face Dahlia.

“Nothing to report, really. Ford strung himself up from a tree by the feet.” She shrugs as though this doesn’t surprise her. “I miss this place. Not that I can blame anyone for not wanting a cultist where we keep all of the drugs and scalpels. How are you doing?”[/quote]

Dahlia hadn’t really thought about how she was feeling.
“After leaving my saw and needles around you throughout that whole charade, you’d think others would have trusted you like I did” she laughed.

She paused for a moment, thinking
"I’m… Okay". She knew she was lying, hell Esther probably knew too. “A lot of pain, not taking anything for it anymore” she said, squeezing her father’s hand. Her arm was tingling again, but she ignored it.

The Infirmary was silent, but the screams from the fight still echoed as the wounded rested.
“I was stupid” she sighed. “I didn’t do my job… I didn’t… help anyone” Guilt was a new emotion Dahlia seemed to be experiencing since she arrived on Skye. Back home, she never made a mistake. If they could be saved, Dahlia did it, and brilliantly too. But after Flynt, the peasant girl… She was losing confidence.

“I’m fine” she smiled.

#382

Esther looks skeptical when Dahlia says she’s OK, but she reigns in the impulse to say; “You damn well are not.” She

“Maybe? I don’t know,” Esther says. “I wasn’t around for most of what happened that day. And you know what? I don’t really care what you did or didn’t do. You can’t judge an entire career by one day, for goodness’ sake. You’re a good doctor, if rather absurdly tolerant of your colleauges’ beliefs- At least, that’s how it seemed when you thought I was a cultist.” She smiles. “Get better and keep doing your job.” She says this casually, without malice. It’s probably not quite so simple as that, she knows, but with all of the uncertainty they’re experiencing, it very well may have to be.

#383

[quote=“siximpossiblethings”]
“Maybe? I don’t know,” Esther says. “I wasn’t around for most of what happened that day. And you know what? I don’t really care what you did or didn’t do. You can’t judge an entire career by one day, for goodness’ sake. You’re a good doctor. You’re rather absurdly tolerant oGet better and keep doing your job.” She says this casually, without malice. It’s probably not quite so simple as that, she knows, but with all of the uncertainty they’re experiencing, it very well may have to be.[/quote]

Dahlia blinked, she didn’t really know how to respond straight away. She mustered a polite “thanks” quickly before she came off as rude.

“I forgot you weren’t there. Good thing too. I’ve been in many battles, Esther. You wouldn’t be able to tell at first glance, huh” she smiled a little. “Watched men pulled apart right in front of me, or die in my arms”

“But never” she sighed “did I let anyone down. Had one of my legs broken mid-battle a few years ago and still saved lives. Something’s made me physically weak this time round, min ven… Måske er det dette sted…” she trailed off before realising what she said.

Dahlia doesn’t talk about her feelings, and she didn’t feel like starting an awful lot so she changed subject

“Here’s hoping I survive another few years so I can start teaching the wee one a thing or too. You know she will be a genius with all of these people around her, right” she smiled.

#384

[quote=“BlackDahlia”]“I forgot you weren’t there. Good thing too. I’ve been in many battles, Esther. You wouldn’t be able to tell at first glance, huh” she smiled a little. “Watched men pulled apart right in front of me, or die in my arms”

“But never” she sighed “did I let anyone down. Had one of my legs broken mid-battle a few years ago and still saved lives. Something’s made me physically weak this time round, min ven… Måske er det dette sted…” [/quote]

Esther shrugs, refusing to give in to Dahlia’s guilt .

“Everyone breaks at some point. Everyone. You know what your breaking point is, now. Maybe knowing will prove useful.”

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Esther strokes the top of Harriet’s head. “It’d be wonderful if you want to teach her medicine. She’s lucky- There’s someone around who can teach her almost anything she’ll want to know. Orpha can teach her about engineering and Moss can teach her about herbs and Jasper can teach her to fight and I’ll teach her demonology. I’m not worried about her education- If anything, I’m concerned about her just getting to be a child. She can’t be everyone’s protogee.”

#385

#74 finishes her cigarette and wanders back indoors. She goes through the taverna and ito the few tables that stand for the “tea room.” There are lights on the infimary and she can hear voices in low conversation. It’s dark now, so she lights a candle and puts it on the windowsill. On the table is a thick stack of paper. They’re the records for the Campbell soldiers sent off to Raasay for Rescurrection. The Resurrection Technicians have done quick profiles on each corpse, but as the current top-ranking HEITC official, she has to sign off on each one.

Peter Brooke…Male…26 years…5"9,brown eyes, numerous gunshot wounds…no surviving family.

Unknown male, approx. 29 years, 5"10, grey eyes…severe damage to limbs and face, body claimed for Resurrection due to status as “raider”.

Ella Fowler…Female…32 years…5"7…blue eyes…executed by hanging…application for termination of resurrection process denied, as original donor convicted under Penal Code (29AR ed.) (Raider)

The young Ms. Petrov-North makes a small noise. #74 looks down and the papers and wonders if this is how human parents feel when they realise they are about to bring new life into the world. Looking down into the piles of paper and trying to concieve of what each one of these potential people will be. Of course, each of these new lives started with a death, and she will not forget that. But there’s a small sense of happiness, too. She can’t fight that, looking down at these papers and wondering if one day she’ll fight beside these homunculi, or help them with their research, or read to them, or…there is so much promise here.

Then her eye catches something- she has to read it twice, to make sure.

Male…Blue eyes…5’10… (ARMY OF ALLIED NATIONS?)

A small knot of dread twists inside her chest. You knew this day would come, she thought. You have to do your duty. But there are about 55 other potential resurrection candidates in this pile. At least. It doesn’t matter if you prevaricate a little on this one. Besides, it’s only because you want to be through. She sets this paper aside, and writes: Please keep in cold storage until records checked. #74

Then, another noise. A black cat has wandered in, looking somewhat affronted. #74 pauses. Animals aren’t fond of her (she suspects it might be the smell) but this one wanders up to her.

“Hello, Cat. Come in from the cold?”

#386

Sarah’s ear’s twitched at the familiar voice of #74. She paused, considering, and then decided to once again magnanimously forgive #74 for setting the Van Hellsing on her. Besides she was a little hungry and #74 was much to nice to let a poor Kitty starve. Or at least she wouldn’t if it didn’t benefit her human masters.

Sarah wandered over and wound herself around #74’s ankles before jumping up onto the paperwork the poor girl was doing. Paper made such delightful crackling noises when you slept on it, and it insulated you from cold wood or stone. Also there was usually that small, happy feeling of getting in some humans way or messing up their work, however since it was #74… Sarah made sure she settled on the already completed paperwork, so she wasn’t too in the way.

As always being in #74’s presence was pretty relaxing. No need to rend flesh the way she felt with humans, no need to watch her back they way she did with her fellow demons… Sarah butted her head affectionately against #74’s chin and yawned. Before she’d even thought to do it, she found she had padded around in a circle and curled up into a comfortable warm ball. Stupid cat instincts she thought, as she began to drift off to sleep.

#387

[i]Hello, all! Just a quick note:

As the period between sessions has moved on, and we’re now past the most recent in-character gathering, perhaps it might be time to move this to a new thread that’s more contemporary? That way those new arrivals can join the fun, and we can expand on what will have had happened in the month since the session (I’m not sure the past-future-tense thing worked there). What I mean is that those things we’re discussing ‘will happen’ in this thread can have had progress made on them, and we can kickstart this in a thread that takes place ‘now’. There, that’s a better way of phrasing.

Feel free to conclude what you’re working on here, or keep it going if you’ve got more stuff to cover, but a further thread might be a good idea.

Yours,
The guy who wandered away to the standing stones and will have to be away for a while longer at this rate. [/i]

#388

That’s a good idea, actually. Anyone care to start?

#389

So we want another thread entirely?
Would probably be better due to the length of this one, and it would be good since there will be the day games, it could be the thread that leads up to that, then a new one gets started after them (since shit will definitely be going down)

#390

Fair enough, I don’t think we really need, for example, to cover the minutiae of Ford packing for his Big Adventure (extra boot hats and lots of apples).
Otherwise, all that’s needed is:
Forgetful falls in the well / the river / a hole / other [please specify] again.
Repeat as needed.

#391

I think another one entirely is good.

Ford should take ALL of the boot hats with him. Every. Last. One. That way there’s less of a chance of Esther having to put up with ‘Yes, but HE has boot hats’ arguments.

#392

Okie dokie new thread made specifically for the lead up to the Day games. Everyone shift :smiley:

#393

Note to self: Give Jasper boot hats as wedding present.