In this whole wide wicked world the only thing you have to be afraid of, is me.
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Post by MARIA on Jun 10, 2016 6:02:39 GMT
 | ◀ | Lucatiel woke up in a small infirmary, his waking jolted him up a bit from a small aching in his lower back. A needle was poking out of his arm, it was hooked up to some...Machine. He didn't know what it was but he was giving him some type of fluid into his body. He was in some sort of garb, he didn't understand, he was even hooked up to this machine he laying in. Felt like a bed. Was it a bed? It leaned back, though, couldn't have been. He was so confused it made him nauseous Lucatiel sighed regaining composure looked up at a woman dressed in white enter his room. She quickly dropped her item to go get the doctor. He was so confused, who was she? Was he supposed to know her? He reached up to rub his head before realizing his hair was cut he felt like he was about to have a seizure. But for now he trained to remain in contentment, he was a bit thirsty tho, plus he could feel his ribs. That wasn't good. Maria looked up at the door again to see a doctor rushing in asking him questions. Maria looked panicked, it was very visible. Who was this man? Someone help him, he was having a panic attack. The wind started howling and soon a giant boom was heard as the all the windows and doors in the hospital blew open as a giant gust of wind flowed through the building. The Devil's Advocate |
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Jun 14, 2016 19:27:54 GMT
Post by The Devil's Advocate on Jun 14, 2016 19:27:54 GMT
 Last night had been a dizzying night.
Walking back from a shitty cult sacrificial ground and then saving a kid from melting from the insides out because… Magic. And also he was a potential nuke. So that wasn’t good. Morricone didn’t even have time to go home, crash, and fall asleep when the phone rang. He slid off of his bed, falling to the ground, unraveled himself from his blankets and pillows and the like, and grabbed the receiver.
“D’vl’s Advocathf,” he says, his voice super not suave and slurred by the lack of sleep.
“Err, yes, it’s St-Mauricette Hospital, we’re calling about the young man you’ve brought in yesterday.
-Huhuh
-Well, see, sir… He’s already awake.
-Whu
-Yes, sir.
-Huh. ‘M coming.”
And with that, he dropped the receiver on the phone, yawned, and prepared to go to St-Mauricette, hoping to grab a cup of coffee first.
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When Morricone walked in, he still looked like shit, but at least he’d woken up enough not to stumble into all of the nurses. Just one of them, who quickly thought him drunk. He wasn’t - well, he wasn’t a 100% drunk. Maybe he’d gotten a glass of scotch before falling asleep and maybe he didn’t - who was she to tell him what to do?
A nurse, actually. Someone who maybe probably obviously knows some stuff about medical science, actually
Huh. Stupid question.
He walked in the room, still looking like shit, when the doctors left the poor kid alone. Morricone sighed, and sat near the boy, in one of the chairs, his arms folded on his lap. He held his coffee thermos like one would carry a baby - with love and gentleness.
“...Good morning, Luca. I hope you had a good night.”
MARIA
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In this whole wide wicked world the only thing you have to be afraid of, is me.
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Post by MARIA on Jun 17, 2016 0:29:31 GMT
| ◀ | Maria stopped his panic attack as he saw Morricone enter the door. He sighed a bit calming before looking at him. " Dobriv Den," he responded with a small shiver in his voice. He was so drained. Laying in his bed he sighed. " Who are these people?" he sighed. A thick Slavic/Russian accent in his voice as he spoke gently. " What is there? What am I laying in." he was so confused, his hair still short which gave him bad anxiety. " W...What?" he asked himself. He was speaking a language he didn't know. He understood the words and all but what? This wasn't his language. " Čo? Toto nie je môj reč?" he spoke in Slavic. " Shto!?" he was panicking. " CHTO PROISKHODIT?" he said having a mild breakdown. " I'm so confused...." he felt his heart breaking as a few tear's slid down his face. The Devil's Advocate |
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Post by The Devil's Advocate on Jun 22, 2016 3:22:15 GMT
Morricone saw the uneasiness coming a mile away. Lucatiel was a kid he’d found the night before, naked inside of an alley, in the damn snow - he was burning up from magic excess trying to force his body to get hotter, and was on the point of boiling himself from the insides out. That, and magic that he was seemingly generating seemed to basically eat him too. All in all, Morricone had neutralized a magical nuke with a little trick he had - Harvest Moon, a bunch of small magic hungry manitous that ate through the physical sphere of mana that Luca produced, and The Lock, which absorbed the excess the kid was bleeding, solidifying it into a runny liquid instead of as a physical entity that would keep people from helping in.
The Initiative ambulance came in and managed, with his help, to diminish the whole “I’m burning myself alive” situation to a controllable burn. All that was left was taking care of the kid to make sure he wouldn’t start again. But the question remained - why was he naked in the middle of winter? Why was he producing magic like a teapot produces steam? And, well, who was he?
Morricone interlaced his fingers and put them under his nose, laying back in the chair, still tired. He stayed silent as Luca panicked and started speaking in some seemingly ancient slavic language - which only added to the enigma, really. Then, he uncoiled his fingers and patted the kid on the shoulders. “Easy, kid. You’ve been through a lot. Let’s relax and take it from the top. You remember me, right? I’m the guy who pulled you out of the alley yesterday. You can call me Morricone.”
Rubbing the boy’s shoulder with a bit of affection, he gave him a smile. “I think both of us are confused by the situation, so… Why don’t we take it from the top, eh? Let’s start from the beginning. Tell me what happened for you to find yourself in the street like that - what happened? Do you remember anything?”
MARIA
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