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nysalogs2017-10-26 09:42 pm
getoutofmytemple) wrote in nysalogs2017-10-26 09:42 pm
Entry tags:
Open!
Who: Abelas (getoutofmytemple) & open!
What: Catch all for the event
When: Over the course of the month
Where: Olympia & Wyver
Warning(s): Illness, blood, Abelas is a huge jerk
[I: Early in the Month]
[Well after it had been clarified that he had not, in fact, been poisoned, Abelas' outlook on his condition... hadn't changed at all really. The sweet embrace of death was upon him, and he did not want to spend his last days holed up uselessly in a room.
However this plague upon him had other ideas, so as far as he was able to go was the kitchen before he gave up. Thus, by the sheer force of stubborn will he was sitting at the table in the kitchen, trying to go about writing notes on the area for reference.
Then the door opens and the rush of air triggers something in him, and he sneezes, sending his papers scattering over the table and falling onto the floor. Slowly he looks at the new arrival with a harsh stare, not so much directed at them as much as the miserable state of his existance.]
[II: Post Evacuation]
[A]
[Abelas glared as someone entered the room he had been shuffled into in the commotion of the evacuation. He had once again taken out the IV that had been keeping him hydrated. Even without the illness impairing him, he very much would not have cared to have something poking about his veins. Now with a healthy dose of paranoia, he quickly grew wary and agitated at the poking and prodding that came with those that tended to him.
He shot the new arrival a harsh glare, already predicting their next words would likely be.]
I shall drink when I am thirsty.
[B]
[Well, somehow he's managed to escape again. Magically making yourself invisible was handy when he spontaneously did not feel like resting and getting force fed any longer. There was a small part of him that was aware that it was the illness clouding his judgement, but the larger part of him hated taking orders from those centuries younger than him, and was fairly certain he was going to die and did not wish to do so laying quietly in a bed.
It was not until he was out and stumbling around like a drunk with a bloody nose that he realized that dying in the streets was probably not the best alternative. Eventually he found himself sitting on a bench holding a cloth to his face to stay the bleeding, ignored for the most part while people rushed around to tend to the refugees.
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getoutofmytemple) & open! What: Catch all for the event
When: Over the course of the month
Where: Olympia & Wyver
Warning(s): Illness, blood, Abelas is a huge jerk
[I: Early in the Month]
[Well after it had been clarified that he had not, in fact, been poisoned, Abelas' outlook on his condition... hadn't changed at all really. The sweet embrace of death was upon him, and he did not want to spend his last days holed up uselessly in a room.
However this plague upon him had other ideas, so as far as he was able to go was the kitchen before he gave up. Thus, by the sheer force of stubborn will he was sitting at the table in the kitchen, trying to go about writing notes on the area for reference.
Then the door opens and the rush of air triggers something in him, and he sneezes, sending his papers scattering over the table and falling onto the floor. Slowly he looks at the new arrival with a harsh stare, not so much directed at them as much as the miserable state of his existance.]
[II: Post Evacuation]
[A]
[Abelas glared as someone entered the room he had been shuffled into in the commotion of the evacuation. He had once again taken out the IV that had been keeping him hydrated. Even without the illness impairing him, he very much would not have cared to have something poking about his veins. Now with a healthy dose of paranoia, he quickly grew wary and agitated at the poking and prodding that came with those that tended to him.
He shot the new arrival a harsh glare, already predicting their next words would likely be.]
I shall drink when I am thirsty.
[B]
[Well, somehow he's managed to escape again. Magically making yourself invisible was handy when he spontaneously did not feel like resting and getting force fed any longer. There was a small part of him that was aware that it was the illness clouding his judgement, but the larger part of him hated taking orders from those centuries younger than him, and was fairly certain he was going to die and did not wish to do so laying quietly in a bed.
It was not until he was out and stumbling around like a drunk with a bloody nose that he realized that dying in the streets was probably not the best alternative. Eventually he found himself sitting on a bench holding a cloth to his face to stay the bleeding, ignored for the most part while people rushed around to tend to the refugees.
[Wildcard]
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[He spat out barely a breath after Dorian could finish his sentence. He had no interest in being shipped off to some strangers quarters, nor did he wish those he roomed with to see him like this. He ran a hand over his face, and tried to focus enough to think. He could not stay here he knew that much, yet he could think of nowhere else he wished to go.
No, that was not true. There was one place he longed to return to, but it was only a place he could return to in his dreams now. His thoughts were interrupted as he was overcome by a coughing fit. When it subsided he had to take a moment to catch his breath and recover before he could speak. It gave him time to look as the fresh blood coating his hand from the fit, and it was enough to grant him a brief moment of clarity.]
I do not wish to remain here, however there is no other place I desire to be.
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It reminds him of Felix. Gone, with the world they both ache to be in. He won't let that happen again.]
You inspired me, you know. [He sighs, turning his head to look up at the sky. He won't keep insisting, instead just... talking, in hopes of something.] The truth of your past set me on a path I may never have thought to undertake. I wanted... so much, for the future of my homeland. I thought it was just within my grasp. And then suddenly, everything was gone. I didn't know what to do with myself. I thought, why didn't I just die with everything I've ever known? Why bother? There must be a reason for this.
We were brought here for a purpose, Abelas. Your god would not want you to waste this opportunity, just as those I knew wouldn't want me to waste away a chance they did not get.
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But it was not his place to steal the final shred of hope this one seemed to be clinging to, even if the source he drew it from was not the fount of strength that he believed. With luck the human's short lifespan would take him before that final shred of hope fell through. Abelas' gaze did lose some of its harsh edge at least, whether it was because of sentimentality or scrunching up his face in irritation was just worsening his headache was anyone's guess.]
Mythal perished long before your time, she cannot want for anything. [Of course he had heard the rumor that Mythal lived in some form, and it was not an impossible tale to believe...
were the source anyone but that shady witch.] My fate is hardly up to me. Human disease was the one thing that made humans a threat to us. Death was all but certain for those that contracted such ailments. I do not see how I shall be any different.
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[Dorian runs a hand through his hair, sinking down on the bench to look towards the sky. The stars are beginning to show from the early evening, and he gestures out towards where the Thesa station lies.]
I'll just have them resurrect you, you know. You might be terrible company, but I'd like you to last long enough to find out whether pleasant conversation is possible.
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But it seemed as though this human was determined to drag out his miserable existence for... what had to be the most useless reason he had ever heard. However it was his reason, and there did not seem to be any stopping him, so after that long drawn out moment of glaring, Abelas finally held his hand out for the vial.]
Fine.
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A very conniving dwarf once told me to embrace my place in the universe. I think it's about time you follow in my footsteps, hm?
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[he uncorked the vial and tipped it back, drinking the contents as swiftly as he could to avoid losing his nerve. Of course he immediately regretted his decision, as a wave of nausea washed over him. The illness clearly did not much care for the treatment, and he had to steel himself to try not to gag.]
This works quickly I hope?
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[Thus, he's just going to have to accept has to stay alive. Dorian is an adult? Appreciate his company.]
It should work within a few minutes, yes. Let the sound of my sweet voice sooth you, until then.
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[And he did gag just a little. Talking was hard in such a circumstance, and yet he couldn't quite stop himself. At least it was a distraction for the moment.]
Spare me. I am trying not not to throw it back up.