warren "muscle wizard" west. (
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mayfield_rpg2012-07-11 10:52 pm
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eighth ; never going to another carnival ever
[ A : ACTION : 1251 WILLIAMS ROAD : MORNING ]
[ Warren is back! Awake, alive.
Also bleeding.
Yes, while his legs are no longer missing, he has fairly decent lacerations just above his knees, and the flow of blood really seems to not want to stop. He swears, hauling himself gingerly out of bed and towards the bathroom where he bandages himself up. Just as gingerly, he makes his way down to the kitchen, thinks better of it, and heads to the living room.
It seems to have taken its toll on him, because he collapses on the couch and falls back asleep. ]
[ B : PHONE CALL TO ANDERS : AFTERNOON ]
Please tell me you're around. I've got a problem... make that two problems.
[ C : PHONE CALL TO THE TOWN AT LARGE : AFTERNOON ]
I never did like carnivals all that much- now I suppose I have another reason entirely to hate them.
Did anyone find anything useful in that place? It was-- I almost want to call it a Mayfield prototype. New and small, and malfunctioning badly. I didn't... last long enough to really find anything.
[ A beat ]
I would also like to learn the name of the young man who shot me.
[ Warren is back! Awake, alive.
Also bleeding.
Yes, while his legs are no longer missing, he has fairly decent lacerations just above his knees, and the flow of blood really seems to not want to stop. He swears, hauling himself gingerly out of bed and towards the bathroom where he bandages himself up. Just as gingerly, he makes his way down to the kitchen, thinks better of it, and heads to the living room.
It seems to have taken its toll on him, because he collapses on the couch and falls back asleep. ]
[ B : PHONE CALL TO ANDERS : AFTERNOON ]
Please tell me you're around. I've got a problem... make that two problems.
[ C : PHONE CALL TO THE TOWN AT LARGE : AFTERNOON ]
I never did like carnivals all that much- now I suppose I have another reason entirely to hate them.
Did anyone find anything useful in that place? It was-- I almost want to call it a Mayfield prototype. New and small, and malfunctioning badly. I didn't... last long enough to really find anything.
[ A beat ]
I would also like to learn the name of the young man who shot me.
[phone]
You're back! I -- what is it?
[phone]
[phone]
[And he will be!]
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[ He's going to. Lay back down in the meantime. ]
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... It could be worse, believe me.
[ The cuts aren't terribly deep, and the blood is just sort of oozing slowly. It just doesn't want to stop bleeding. ]
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[In what is probably a familiar move by now, he holds his hands out, the blue light gathering under his fingers.]
What happened?
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[Which he's doing his best to heal.]
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I lost them.
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[ SIGH ] They were cut off, Anders.
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But I was expecting more of an explanation why.
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If you went through a certain area of the funhouse you ended up in... it almost looked like Mayfield in the beginning stages. The carnival was there, four houses, and the church.
I was exploring one of the houses and found a dead body in the living room- someone had scrawled "don't look behind you" on the floor in its blood. Naturally, I tried not to look behind me- at least not until I was out of the room.
When I turned around, there was literally nothing there. It was like reality just... stopped. Everything behind me was simply gone, and the nothingness kept getting closer. I tried to outrun it, but I just didn't make it out of the damn house in time.
It took my feet first. After that I was pretty much fucked.
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[That's a lot to take in. An awful lot. But his focus has to be on healing, not on trying to puzzle that one out.]
[Hopefully, the magic of mages can overcome whatever it is causing Warren's legs to bleed constantly.]
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... Don't wear yourself out.
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[Even when the light in his hands starts to flicker, before snaking its way over his skin like fine cracks.]
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Anders. [ His tone is forceful, warning. ]
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... They won't heal.
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Don't worry about it. At least I'm not going to die of blood loss.
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You're telling a healer not to worry about wounds that won't heal?
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