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House Call

W1 D3 LN Viridian Demesne Cray Tindiel

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#1 Viridian Demesne

26
Chunky the Mistwraith

Posted 30 September 2010 - 03:51 AM

Soot covered and breathing hard, the Ash Wraith, dropped another coin from her coin pouch, a serene smile gracing her features as she hurled herself that last push toward Old Wall Street. A muffled orange yellow blotch shone, muffled, through the mists behind her, evidence of a large fire originating in the Sootwarrens.

The Ash Wriath's smile would not last. Steel pushing and iron pulling would elevate her heart rate. It would offer her exhilaration, but it would not offer her the satisfaction of revenge. That desire had been filled that night. For those fleeting moments she had felt, truly felt. Carnal desires, rage, hatred, contempt... beautiful blissful emotions... she had felt the triumph of success, satisfaction, and as the smile these emotions had kindled faded, so to would those emotions... and when they faded she would be in the dark again... it was the darkness that filled most of her life.... and she would be sorry to return, but no less fulfilled that for these few moments she had felt more than nothing. The Ash Wraith sunk away, her smile falling once more into the blank, perhaps somewhat inquisitive, mask that was Viridian Demesne. Feelings caged once more until she could find and locate another crew.

She wore dark clothing, a stark contrast to the shades of green she adopted almost exclusively in the noble community. She wore tight fitting cloth tights, a sleeveless cloth shirt, leather gloves and boots. All covered underneath a custom black Mistcloak... and all of it covered in soot. She supposed she had remained to long to observe the hideout burn. She shook her head, that was inconsequential. It had been necessary to prolong the experience.

She threw down another coin, slowing herself to a halt a few feet off the dark mist covered streets and dropped lithely to her feet, prowling the remaining distance toward the two story brick faced home of her long time confidant.

She was mostly uninjured this time. She might walk with a limp the remainder of the night, she had a few bruises and scratches on her legs, where cuts in her tights corresponded with thin scratches and one or two perhaps mildly deeper slashing wounds, but tonight she was more interested in cleaning up than for any other reason... that and.... it was familiar. She always came here after. It was just how she had always done it.

She came to a halt at the front door, and very bluntly, rapped upon its surface three times. She had first gone the clinic, her contact had not been there, and so Viridian would find her here... or else she would have to find another means to clean up... she didn't like it but she might be forced to anyhow. Feeling slightly more urgent she knocked again... harder.
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Attached NPC's: Davon Demesne, Alyss Demesne

#2 Cray Tindiel


  • Noble physician

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age29

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusN/A

Posted 02 October 2010 - 05:39 AM

Cray was not sleeping. She had lain awake for some time, though she kept still and her eyes closed; she was aware more than anything of the passage of time. Time, slowly crawling by, leaving her behind - minutes that she had not slept, that she knew would drag at her tomorrow. She wanted to sleep, she wanted to rest a little, but it was hard to rest. Her mind would not let her. Cray?s thoughts flickered around like the leaves on an aspen tree rustling in the wind. They were meaningless thoughts, black thoughts; things she would never have admitted to anyone else, but that kept returning to her. Questions, sometimes, that had no answers, and other times faces and names.

The linens had not been washed in some time; she was lying on top of the quilt instead. Eventually, she would take the laundry out and give it to one of the skaa washerwomen to clean. However, even that seemed like too much time expended?it could wait until another day, another week. So could everything else. She was not here often enough for it to serve any point. This place was somewhere to sleep for a few hours and then leave behind, locked up and forgotten. It was not her home. Cray did not belong here.

A knock sounded at the door, on the floor below, and she sat up, her eyes opening in the darkness. Cray reached out for the package of Lucifer-matches on the bedstand, and struck one on the package, lighting the candle with it before she extinguished the match. Drawing her dressing-gown around her night shift, and gathering her hair in a tie, she rose and left the bedroom, walking down the stairs with a quick, soft step. There weren?t many that bothered Cray at her home, particularly not at this hour of the night. She had a feeling she knew who was here.

Cray drew the door open, and tendrils of mist curled into the room, brushing at the ends of her dressing-gown. ?Oh. It?s you, is it, girl?? she said, her voice unsurprised as she saw the young woman standing there. She knew Viridian Demesne quite well; she had known her since Cray was still Karthane?s apprentice, when the girl had been nine years old and Karthanes had been the surgeon to attend to her injuries and examine her. She remembered the terrified, broken little creature very well. It was not easy to equate that with what she had grown into, although Viridian was still broken. The fracture in her psyche had healed wrong, like a bone that was never set properly.

Cray was no longer the same idealistic young apprentice that she had been back then, either. And she had long since lost the comforting bedside manner towards Viridian. Once her patience was exhausted, she no longer bothered with that approach, and this woman had exhausted that patience quite some time ago. Compassion did not give her infinite kindness.

?What did you do to yourself this time?? she demanded as she stood in the doorway. Her eyes flickered over the girl. She was too filthy for much to be seen at the moment, but there were slashes in her breeches that were stiff and crusted with blood. Not unusual, but the soot and dirt covering her was somewhat less so. ?I see you?ve decided to take a roll in the gutter before coming to me.? She did not trouble to conceal the sharpness in her tone. Cray resented this intrusion; the Demesne girl had no business coming here, though this was not the first time she had done it. This place should be locked away, others should not see it.

At the same time, however, she was not about to turn the girl away. No matter if she knew all too well what she had been doing and why she was injured. She was Mistborn, of course. And she had been killing people tonight, killing skaa. Thieving crews, unless Cray was wrong about who she was. She had never asked Viridian. But she could guess what drove the woman to do what she did, and she could guess her identity easily enough. Cray was not a fool.

?Get inside,? she said after a moment.

#3 Viridian Demesne

26
Chunky the Mistwraith

Posted 02 October 2010 - 06:11 AM

"Not a gutter no," Viridian shook her head as she stepped across the threshold and into the alarmingly messy residence. Viridian, however, did little more than glance over the surrounding mess. It had been nearly a year since she had last been to Cray's home, but she thought it appeared even less organized than before, if that was even possible. "There was a fire," she murmured with dwindling interest in the subject, more keen to catalog objects that had been added to the mess around those she had seen here before, "I got to close."

Viridian came to a stop in the center of the entryway and returned her full attention to Cray Tindel. The woman had always seemed an eagle to her. Sharp, angular features, a keen eyed gaze, straight reddish brown hair that seemed for all the world to have sprung from the womb pinned up at any other time of day, but tonight it was simply tied back, likely to sleep, "I hope I haven't disturbed your sleep?" She didn't wait for Cray to respond. Cray rarely slept... or at least it seemed that way to Viridian. Perhaps not an eagle then? Something nocturnal? The query held purchase for a moment before she stored it away for later exploration.

She let her black mistcloak fall to the floor around her. Revealing no further injuries, in fact aside from the few cuts and scrapes she had taken to her legs, she had taken little harm. "I am not much harmed," she offered Cray the option of letting the small maladies be, she knew Cray well enough to feel confidant the physician would not see the scrapes as idly uninteresting as Viridian herself did, "Though if you do not wish to look on them I could make use of a bath and a sofa to rest on. I can draw the bath myself, and offer the usual payment."
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#4 Cray Tindiel


  • Noble physician

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age29

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusN/A

Posted 12 October 2010 - 04:10 PM

A fire. In these slums, with the wretched buildings crammed up against one another so close that one could hardly be told from the next, fire was a deadly danger. And Cray was not so foolish as to suppose that the fire had been an accident, nor that Viridian had nothing to do with it. Fortunately if there was one thing that did bring the skaa out of the lethargy that seemed to hang over them all, it was a fire; they would form bucket chains and work methodically until it was put out. She had seen it before, and been impressed by the coordination of the response. Cray's lips still thinned even further, though she did not bring up the subject. Some things were better left to lie as they were.

"If you'll permit me to get a word in edgewise, girl," she said sardonically. "Yes. You have disturbed my sleep." It was not true; she had not been sleeping, but the intrusion was all one and the same to Cray, whether she had finally been able to rest or not. This time, she gave Viridian no chance to interject anything, however, and even if the other woman tried to say anything, Cray would have overridden her. "For which you are not excused, may I add, and I am not interested in hearing apologies which you do not mean." She made a sharp gesture with her hand, indicating that Viridian should be silent.

There had been times when Viridian had turned up much more seriously injured than this. However, this time, most of the blood on her clothing did not seem to be her own. It was not possible to tell for certain with her clothing and the soot and ash covering her.

"Clean yourself up and then I will see to your injuries." Viridian already knew where the washbasin was, so Cray did not give her further directions than that.

#5 Viridian Demesne

26
Chunky the Mistwraith

Posted 13 October 2010 - 05:58 AM

"Understood," Viridian replied in her customary dead tone, she stepped around Cray as if an object. She traversed the messy domicile with the sort of athletic prowess the building practically required to navigate. There were so many different objects simply lying around, Viridian's inquisitive thought process continued to ponder as to what purpose they had all served and why they had been abandoned.

She passed through the kitchen, the scent of rotting food permeating in the air, and up the staircase towards the washroom where she stripped her clothing and drew a cold bath. She rarely felt the urge to bother heating the water. It was wasted effort when one did not feel the need for personal comfort. Somewhere deep down Viridian was aware that her naked skin was cold, and that a warm bath would make a viable solution, however this rarely spurred her to action and this night was not the exception.

Once the bath was drawn, she went to work scrubbing the grime and soot from her body. The freezing waters brought goosebumps to her skin, bringing her to pause. She observed the tiny lumps against her skin for a moment. She was told there were certain emotional responses that would also sprout the odd skin malady, she had witnessed it once or twice even, though never upon herself. After a moment her interest faltered and she set to washing.

She worked with a mechanical efficiency, and despite how filthy she had appeared, her ceaseless effort had cleansed the soot and grime from her skin before the hour was ended. While washing she had noticed a more severe wound across her upper right arm that was still weeping blood. It had previously gone unnoticed against the black shirt and mist cloak, but the blood was bright against clean skin and she nodded in recollection of the wound.

Viridian searched about for a clean towel. Finding none she produced one of her own from her gear and dried off, afterward she wrapped the blood stained cloth around her upper torso and, involuntarily shivering against the cold night air, made her way back downstairs toward where Cray had been earlier.

Upon finding the older woman, a sudden and largely unfamiliar urge perked her mental state. It was an urge she had felt only once or twice towards Cray, and something she had not felt toward any other in so long a time she could not remember. She ignored the chill air as if it did not matter, observing her surroundings and at last making the observation she probably should have years ago, "If you'd like, I could have it cleaned for you," she looked back towards Cray, "In addition to my standard payment. My mother often offers additional offerings to well known customers and partners. You have been my physician long enough to facilitate such a bonus." she frowned in uncertainty, wondering as much over her sudden urge to make the offer as to the oddity of the custom she had observed from her mother. "Or would this be a strange sort of payment to offer?"
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Attached NPC's: Davon Demesne, Alyss Demesne

#6 Cray Tindiel


  • Noble physician

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age29

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusN/A

Posted 25 October 2010 - 05:12 AM

While the girl was taking her bath, Cray had set out the gauze, clean linen bandages, and carbolic, and a reverse cutting needle, silk suture, holder, and forceps set to soak in the carbolic as well, just in case Viridian had anything that was more significant than it had appeared at first. She had a limited amount of supplies here; she would have been better off taking care of Viridian at the hospital, but she did not care to go further out of her way when the girl did not appear to be severely injured.

When that was done, and she found herself with a few minutes of time alone and nothing to fill it with, Cray tried to let her mind empty and her thoughts abstract. The Demesne girl was not there to see, and so she sagged against the counter wearily, dropping her head into her hands and rubbing at her temples and the bridge of her nose for a moment. She needed sleep; she could feel the lack of it dragging her down, slowing her thoughts and reactions and making it increasingly difficult to focus. Cray would never have allowed anyone else to see her show exhaustion like this ? she despised showing weakness in front of anyone. But alone, she could give in a little, just for a few minutes.

By the time she guessed that Viridian would be finished with her bathing, she had straightened again, and stood bolt-upright with her arms folded, the fingers of one hand tapping on her arm while she waited for the girl to come back down the stairs. Eyeing Viridian coolly as she came into the room, she assessed her injuries; minor, as she had thought, although there was a laceration on her right arm that she had not been able to see before that would need stitching after all.

Cray?s mouth settled into a hard line as the girl spoke up with her suggestion, after Viridian had looked about the kitchen with a thoughtful frown. Viridian had already invaded here, and now she had touched on a subject that very nearly crossed a line. Only the girl?s lack of concern, disgust, or ? what would have been more insufferable by far ? pity - made her barely tolerable here. ?No,? she said flatly. ?I don?t care to have anyone s ? to have my things touched.? She was really damnably tired, to have had to change her words in the middle of a sentence like that.

She left it with that and no more. Turning up the gas lamp to see a little more clearly, she ordered Viridian, ?Sit down on the counter and hold out your arm.?

#7 Viridian Demesne

26
Chunky the Mistwraith

Posted 28 October 2010 - 02:42 AM

"If that is your wish," Viridian nodded politely, still shivering. She made to sit at the counter as asked, and held her arm across the surface. It was still slowly weeping blood, perhaps more than a minor wound after all... odd, as she could not remember who had caused it or when during the evening it had occurred. Pain, after all, had always been one of the few sensations she could feel. Physical touch, hot cold, the only deficiency she had with these senses was her mind's inability to trigger proper responses.

She watched Cray for a time, the woman was not always a beacon of conversation but she seemed doubly quiet tonight. Had something gone wrong? Was she just tired or had Viridian said something to facilitate a lack of communication... or, Viridian admitted to herself, perhaps Cray had finally deduced that there were other, more capable souls, with which to communicate.

"I suppose I will need to find another method to offer as your bonus," Viridian thought aloud, it seemed like the required thing to do. She had brought the issue up after all, it would be expected of her. "I admit to being incapable of offering another offer so I must ask of you what it is you would want."
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Attached NPC's: Davon Demesne, Alyss Demesne

#8 Cray Tindiel


  • Noble physician

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age29

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusN/A

Posted 28 October 2010 - 03:29 AM

The girl was visibly paler than she ought to be, though that was hard to tell in the gaslight. Taking her other hand and holding it up, Cray pressed down on the nail and waited for the colour to reappear; it did so slowly, taking nearly four seconds. Poor perfusion. Cray's focus narrowed to the task at hand, and she did not immediately answer Viridian's question; the flow of blood from the injury was not fast, but it still had not stopped, and it had been some time since Viridian was injured. Only pewter kept the bleeding at this level, she expected. Pressure alone would not be enough to stop it. In the hospital she might have been able to do a lateral repair; here, she had no other option but ligation. She reached for the needle holders and a length of silk, threading it deftly through the needle.

Viridian was able to deal with pain. Therefore, she did not worry about offering her reassurance while she searched for the damaged median cubital vein, the oblique communicating branch between the basilic and cephalic. The girl was damned lucky it had only been this bad. "It may interest you to know that you came within an ace of severing your median nerve," she told Viridian as she closed the silk to tie off the broken ends of the vein, "which would have completely destroyed your ability to flex your elbow, pewter or no pewter. If you had severed the brachial artery, you could have died before you got here."

Or perhaps it would not. The girl had a tendency not to care about a damned thing. That did not make her any less of an idiot, in fact it made her more of one, and so Cray told her so in plain words. "You idiot girl," she said, without bothering to moderate her voice at all, as she began to clean the wound out thoroughly with the carbolic before closing the skin with a neat row of sutures.

"I am not interested in a bonus," she said finally, while she was threading the needle through Viridian's skin. "I don't work that way."

#9 Viridian Demesne

26
Chunky the Mistwraith

Posted 28 October 2010 - 03:59 AM

"Idiot?" Viridian asked thoughtfully, then shook her head, "I have done research on various psychological conditions and deficiencies. Idiocy was one of them, I was able to discard the idea however, simply put, my IQ is to high. I have also considered I might be an idiot savant... however I have continually presented far to high a degree of both cognition and my ability to socialize, while limited in personal value, has never been difficult."

Turning her attention toward her arm she considered Cray's words. What would she have done were she to have lost the use of her arm. Did she care? She thought that she might have. She certainly cared that she had lost her fingers and her ear. She had been out exacting her justice for the loss of those appendages only earlier in the night... as it was, she could feel nothing over the near loss of anything.
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Attached NPC's: Davon Demesne, Alyss Demesne

#10 Cray Tindiel


  • Noble physician

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age29

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusN/A

Posted 30 November 2010 - 07:16 AM

?Idiocy,? Cray answered Viridian brusquely, ?is not a function of intelligence. And you are a fool and an idiot; don?t contradict me.? She glanced up from the wound briefly. ?You try my patience; you take no trouble to look after yourself, and you waste my time and disturb my peace. I do not know why I bother with you at all.?

Her hands were gentle, in stark contrast to her words, as she cleaned away the blood from the edges of the now closed wound, laid soft lint over the top of it, and then wound a bandage around Viridian?s arm. Cray would never say that she worried about the fool of a girl. It was unnecessary to lay herself open that way, particularly when it did not matter to Viridian in the slightest, and beyond that, she was genuinely angry at her, and not only for the reckless life the girl led. This invasion of her home was an invasion of her privacy, and worst of all, Viridian had looked at it, and observed. Cray felt vulnerable and exposed. To her, it was a personal injury.

And yet Cray was unable to turn her away, unable to close her eyes to the woman that needed help, and unable not to still see the child that had been so badly hurt that she had failed to help so long ago. She was really a fool. ?There,? she said, in a flat voice, as she cleaned out the rest of Viridian?s cuts ? only scratches, really ? with the carbolic solution.

#11 Viridian Demesne

26
Chunky the Mistwraith

Posted 30 November 2010 - 04:22 PM

Viridian opened her mouth to speak further on the subject, but froze, a confused frown overtaking her features. She sat for a moment of thought, her mouth still wide open, but no sound issued forth. Instead her mind worked furiously to review every scrap of information she had acquired on the subject of idiocy. Was it possible Cray had some information that she lacked on the subject? At last she spoke, "I have no further basis on which to offer argument. I speak only what I have read. If you are in possession of greater evidence that I am not aware of, I would be interested in knowing of it."

Her frown deepened somewhat before she added, "Additionally, it is not my intention to assuage or inflame your patience, nor to take your time. If you wish not to continue our medical agreement, I might find another less suitable. It will be difficult to procure though, and likely far less skilled, so I would rather not. I have found our situation to be highly economical."
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Attached NPC's: Davon Demesne, Alyss Demesne

#12 Cray Tindiel


  • Noble physician

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age29

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusN/A

Posted 30 November 2010 - 09:58 PM

"The evidence," Cray rejoined, "is plain to be seen. You behave like a reckless fool. Therefore, you are an idiot." She crossed her arms, having finished attending to Viridian's injuries, and stood back to fix the girl with a sharp stare.

Find someone else? Cray had very little faith in most others of her profession, and particularly when it came to one of her own patients. "You are adding more stupidity on top of bad enough, now. Do you suppose I intend to see you go to some barber-surgeon with his leeches and blisters?" She sniffed disdainfully.

#13 Viridian Demesne

26
Chunky the Mistwraith

Posted 01 December 2010 - 02:45 AM

Her gaze lifted up to watch Cray's eyes as the woman spoke. Cray was as mysterious to her as any a person ever had been. Emoions more difficult to quantify than most broiled behind that sharp eyed stare. Perhaps the elder woman was correct and Vie was an idiot? After all, she wasn't strictly qualified to diagnose herself, the only thing she knew now for certain was that it did not appear Cray was interested in suspending their working relationship.

"That is well then," she replied, nodding her head. She had read a great deal concerning both old and new medical practices and knew the dangers of the sorts of things Cray had spoken of. A spark of curiosity compelled her to add, "Are there many hospitals in Luthadel that rely on such archaic practices?"
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#14 Cray Tindiel


  • Noble physician

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age29

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusN/A

Posted 01 December 2010 - 06:17 AM

Cray was now on familiar ground, no longer treading near uncertain matters. And she had bones to pick with her colleagues.

"Absolutely," she said, the disparagement in her tone quite plain. "There are still practitioners who rely on bloodletting in various cases, and while I grant you there is some possibility that the procedure may have some benefit in gout, it assuredly is not helpful to the ill or injured person in general. Much more common is a complete lack of antiseptic procedure. The number of surgeons who will not even trouble to wash their hands is staggering. It is positively barbaric."

#15 Viridian Demesne

26
Chunky the Mistwraith

Posted 01 December 2010 - 06:53 AM

Viridian nodded her head, It was true she had read a great deal about medical practices, but then she had read a great deal about a great deal of things. She did not possess the practice, muscle memory, or the interest to involve herself in the medical profession or in any other profession for that matter. She carried on conversations like these because she was supposed to. People spoke with people, it was the natural order of things.

She took a moment to look herself over and inspect the larger gash over her forearm more closely, after thinking it over she said, "Perhaps you are accurate in your assessment. Lacking the use of my arm would be anti productive, I believe I might mourn it's loss if it were to happen..." She fell silent for a while after that, squinting as if staring long enough at the injury would give her the answer she was seeking, but finally shook her head.

Her eyes flicked to the instruments on the table, almost mechanically she plucked up the scalpel, and mused, "There's only one way to find out." She brought the scalpel down toward where the injury had been made, corrected so as not to miss the nerve and came very close to cutting into the skin.

As always, a single memory brought her hand to a stop.
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Attached NPC's: Davon Demesne, Alyss Demesne

#16 Cray Tindiel


  • Noble physician

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age29

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusN/A

Posted 02 December 2010 - 05:58 AM

Viridian seemed to lose interest in the subject, and Cray did not offer any more, though she could have gone on. Instead, she watched Viridian as the girl looked over the injury. She did not expect thanks; instead the girl picked up what she had said earlier, again, about the radial nerve, in an idly musing tone. What was she on about?

She had not expected thanks, of course, but neither had she expected the girl to snatch up the scalpel Cray had used to clean and freshen the edges of the wound with her free hand and bring it down towards her arm. Cray sprang into motion, her hand snapping out like lightning to catch Viridian?s wrist, arresting the act, or at least Cray believed she had stopped her.

?Deepness!! What do you think you are doing?? she demanded, furious and shaken at the same moment; her face had lost some of its colour. Viridian was mad. Absolutely insane. She knew there was something wrong with the girl, but to attempt to simply cut her own body, for no purpose at all? Why?

What could she do? Her fingers tightened on Viridian?s wrist, and she fell back on commands. Sometimes Viridian would do as she was told, for no apparent reason; she would disobey for no apparent reason either, but it seemed the only choice. ?You are to cease that behaviour at once,? she ordered. ?Do not ever do that again, Viridian Demesne.?

#17 Viridian Demesne

26
Chunky the Mistwraith

Posted 02 December 2010 - 06:17 AM

Viridian blinked, her eyes flicking first to the hand clamped on her wrist, then slowly up to face the woman. Her features drew in, puzzled, Cray seemed upset, and she was reasonably certain she knew the cause... though she did not understand the reasoning behind it.

"Apologies if I have upset you Lady Cray. In answer yo your question, I was about to cut into my median nerve to witness first hand if the loss of motor function in my arm would cause an emotional response. I have decided against this course of action, as I have learned that it is not often wise to experiment upon variables in ways that cannot be undone. Occasionally I do not recall this until I have come near to success." She offered one of her false smiles, falling back on her understanding of social behavior and law, "I will not attempt to do so again, I am aware that I should not have done so in your home or using your property."
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Attached NPC's: Davon Demesne, Alyss Demesne

#18 Cray Tindiel


  • Noble physician

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age29

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusN/A

Posted 16 December 2010 - 06:58 AM

Cray?s heart was still racing, and she knew she had gone white. She did not know what Viridian had been about to do. Slit her wrists and take her own life right there on the table? Cut open the gash again and simply undo all of Cray?s work? It was not the first time Viridian had done something strange or disturbing, but it was the first time she had seen the girl show a tendency towards self-harm.

In that moment, the second before she caught Viridian, she had really been terrified that she was about to kill herself. And the vision she had conceived of the girl bleeding out, trying frantically to stop it, and failing, as she would have inevitably done - she would not have had what she needed to save her, not here in her home ? had not entirely left her yet. Cray's gut was clenched in a knot. She had failed once with Viridian; had she come so close to failing again?

Her hand clamped down harder on Viridian's wrist as the girl explained herself in that blank, bored tone, meeting Cray?s eyes with an almost puzzled look. Foolishness, of course; if Viridian chose to, she could break free from Cray in a moment. And yet she held onto the girl anyway, as if somehow she really could stop her.

?Don?t offer me apologies you don?t mean,? she said, the words cracking out like a whip. ?Nor do I care for your smiles. Do you think I don?t see through you, that I don?t know what?s wrong with you? Do you think that I will believe that you are anything more than a hollow shell??

#19 Viridian Demesne

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Chunky the Mistwraith

Posted 16 December 2010 - 07:38 AM

Vie's initial reaction was nothing unexpected. She examined Cray's features blankly, her eyes traveled down toward Cray's death grip on her forearm and then back to the woman's features. She did this once or twice. Mulling the woman's words over in her head. Picking them apart, dissecting them like they were Skaa to ensure full comprehension before attempting a measured response. Surprisingly, Cray's words required a great deal of examination before she was able to reply.

"I am trying?" she said at last, there was no expression on her features at first glance though her brow had furrowed just slightly, not in anger, but with that impossible degree of 'mild' determination that she was instinctively compelled to utilize, "I truly am." She glanced down at the sutured wound and her frown deepened, "It is not my intention that my actions or reactions are in any way believed to be true. However I am aware that these are the actions and reactions that are socially required. I hypothesize that perhaps emulation might one day aid me to breech the matrix of my fractured mental pattern."

She returned her gaze upward and back to Cray's keen eyed stare, here was a mind of logic and reason, or at least as close to one as she had ever known. If anyone might understand, it was Cray, "I believe that, on some level, a part of me is not broken. A piece of what I was, perhaps hidden or muted underneath shards of what I have become. I have read and reread several texts on mental illness, and I am driven unlike most who share similar attributes of my affliction." She paused only to peer at the scalpel still clenched in her fingers. "I offer conjecture that on some level, I want to be more than what i am. Why else does stagnation repulse me so intensely? Why else should I find compulsion to emulate a smile or apologize when acting socially unacceptable?" She nodded as if to agree with herself, "If taken in the proper context, or viewed from the correct angle, it may be that my request for your forgiveness retains a semblance of meaning after all, and that in turn may mean that I am also more than a hollow shell... of course this is only a theory, and may require fruther examination to be proven."
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Attached NPC's: Davon Demesne, Alyss Demesne

#20 Cray Tindiel


  • Noble physician

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Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age29

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusN/A

Posted 17 December 2010 - 05:14 AM

The girl was silent in response at first, uncharacteristically so. Viridian nearly always had an answer ready for anything. The seconds drew out as Viridian?s eyes flicked from Cray?s hand to her eyes and back again, and then she frowned, seemingly in concentration, before she began to answer. She claimed that she was trying, that she attempted to emulate others in order to have what they did; that somewhere inside, she meant the smiles and the apologies.

With her free hand, Cray plucked the scalpel from Viridian?s fingers, sliding it across the counter and well out of the girl?s reach. The sound of the metal clinking down was the only noise; she did not answer Viridian?s statement. Only then did Cray finally release her wrist, leaving a set of marks encircling it in the pattern of her fingertips.

She was quiet for a long moment after that, her eyes fixed on the girl?s. Cray had known for a long time that there was something wrong with Viridian; she had retreated into an emotionless husk in the months following her rescue from the crew that had held her for ransom. It was a barrier meant to protect that terrified child from the pain and fear, that much she understood clearly enough. Cray should have found the right things to say or do then; there was nothing she could do now. Perhaps the child Viridian had been was still there somewhere. Cray had never seen her, not since then.

?I can?t help you,? she said finally. ?I don?t have the ability or knowledge to answer that. I help those who are injured or sick. I can?t heal a broken mind.?

Viridian had not asked for forgiveness before this. She had only apologized in that empty tone. What did she even know about forgiveness, what did she want with it? Her hand hesitated over the girl?s shoulder, then she drew away. There was no purpose to the action.

?I don?t have what you want.?





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