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Event Log - Total Recall (2)

Who: YOU AND ME! THAT SPELLS... MOUYE?
What: More event shenanigans
When: Today until the 4th! (Backdating is okay too)
Where: All around Luceti. Actually that's wrong. Anywhere INSIDE Luceti.
Summary: It's that special time when the Malnosso collect all their recent experiments and apply them all at once to measure effectiveness. Although invaluable as research, it tends to leave the subjects looking just a bit mad.
Rating: Rated BLARGHARGHBLARGH

So there is a mod post and it pretty much tells you EVERYTHING you need to know. This is a second log so people can change up their effects and try something new, jump into the event late, or just avoid the impending CAPTCHA on the first log.

Don't forget to tag in using the appropriate format: [canon] character name

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It...it is, isn't it?

[Sabbi's clothing had shifted from the minimal but effective battle outfit back into Sabriel's usual breeches and blouse, however her blouse was dotted with patches of red as it seeped through the fabric. Everything felt so strange, just looking at the man brought a surge of respect deeper than she could make sense of, and a bone deep weariness.

She has lost something precious, more than she could name but she felt it as though a hole had been punched through her chest. That life was never meant to be hers, and Sabbi...felt like a vague impression lingering in the back of her mind, quietly watching.]

[In his gut he knew that he lost something heavy and important, like the times when he faced the deaths of Generals Thymilph and Adiane. Despite his gruffness, Thymilph was an admirable commander to rally around...and Adiane was different. He let her carry his revenge; instead, he carried hers.

Like he swore to carry Sabbi's, and that of everyone else faced by impending moonfall.

He glanced down at Sabriel mildly, noting the seeping wound and her fatigue. Tearing his gaze away, he set to work snuffing out the fire.]

Let's get you back. Your wounds need tending.

[Sabriel nods and half turns towards the fire to grab her things...no, not hers...Sabbi's. Her sword had gone with her along with everything else, all of Sabriel's belongings would be tucked safely away back in the house.

With a wince, Sabriel leans against the fallen tree, wrapping her arm across her side to try and keep pressure on the wound as she waited for him. Her body ached and her head was swimming between memories that both were hers and were not, although the ones that occurred in the last week seemed to be more clear than the others.

Lifting her head a little too quickly she grips the trunk of the tree for support as she calls out to him.]

That's still your room in the House you know.

I won't be in.

[Because dealing with the stares, the questions, was more than his patience would allow for at that point. He kicked dirt onto the fire, snuffing out every last ember, and gathers his blade from the brush. They were simple activities, ones that he could let his mind stray to sorting out his thoughts with. His owm memories were clear, just jumbled--he would take a night sometime soon to sort through it all.

He faces Sabriel, eyes as distant as his body, and studies her fatigued frame.]

...can you walk?

Whenever you need it it's still there.

[Even though she had made the offer when she was Shifted, she saw no reason to take it back, not when she knew she could trust him. Of course she knew a lot more than she really should...like how she didn't need to ask about his injuries, no doubt they would have healed by now or in a couple more minutes.

Watching the embers of the fire die to mere wisps of smoke here eyes droop with the darkness closing in, jerking to awareness as he calls out from the renewed shadow of night. She was half tempted to just curl up on the beach and sleep but her body ached too much for such an idea.]

Honestly...I don't know.

[He says nothing to her re-extended offer, and responds with little more than a grave nod. It would be taken into heavy consideration, and weighed against the possible problems that could arise once Adele and Helios started asking questions about their encounter. Both were civilians, unfamiliar with the intricate intimacies that two warriors share in the heat of battle.

He didn't expect them to understand.

The tattered, discarded cloak is retrieved from the dirt and wrapped around Sabriel's slim shoulders in an easy swoop. Without waiting for further questions, Viral scoops her into her arms as if she were no bigger than a child.]

Just keep the pressure on and keep warm.

[His words are rough, but he doesn't need to say more. Sabriel was smart enough to figure out what to do next--she also knew who the doctors were in the village. Viral didn't have a clear idea yet.]

[Using the newly fallen tree as support, Sabriel had shuffled over to where Viral stood beside the darkened fire to pick up her journal. Bad idea; her head swam and the gash in her side protested against the movement with a sharp pain, making her wince and bite back a hiss between her teeth.

With the night growing colder now that the fire was out Sabriel was grateful for the warmth of the cloak she found wrapped around her shoulders, about to voice a soft 'thank you' when Viral hoists her up in his arms without a word. The last time Sabriel had been carried like that was when she was five, when her father brought her across the Wall to live at Wyverley...and the unexpected contact brought a pale blush to her cheeks despite her aching side.

Following Viral's instructions Sabriel keeps one arm clamped across the wound as best as she can. She could feel it throbbing despite the pressure, and with an irritated huff she found herself cursing Luceti for its lack of the Charter. Even a small healing spell could close the wound and stop her from losing any more blood but...there was no point in getting angry over something she couldn't help. Leaning her head against Viral's shoulder as she flips through the pages of her journal with her free hand, murmuring as she looks for the proper page.]

Adele is a doctor, she'll be able to help.

Call her then.

[It was the only advice he could offer. Even at full tilt, they were at least an hour away from the village proper--if Sabriel knew who to contact, maybe they could have someone meet them part way. He sets off at a swift but steady pace, retracing his path from the village to their little encampment. Sabriel was of no hindrance to him. Not with his tireless, immortal body.]

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