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Post by Lord Peridox on Apr 2, 2007 12:42:54 GMT -5
Perhaps it wasn't the most wonderful of places... the building was rather small and old, but at least looked inhabited and clean. Truth be told, the building also hosted much sadness and pain from over the years, but somehow she had managed to keep the place feeling cheery. All the local kids knew they could come in if they had gotten a scratch or something and would always get a kiss and a brightly colored bandage before being sent on their way. Though it was located in a small settlement, the clinic itself was known for it's highly talented owner across the world, and perhaps even farther.
Despite all this, Rika was starting to feel the effects of being in one place too long. Truly, she liked being up and moving, but never had a real -reason- to leave. Today was a slow day in itself, so the young woman found herself sitting at the front desk and paging through a newspaper. Once or twice a familiar face would peer in just to say hi, but would leave rather quickly.
"I wish I had something to do..." She mumbled, turning the page of the newspaper, "But if I left, Papa would be... and all the people here..."
At the moment, Rika would have even been glad if a meteor came through her roof for a distraction. Oh well...!
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Post by Overlord Sothmir on Apr 6, 2007 20:34:12 GMT -5
A large, armoured figure moved slowly through the shadows. Through the rivets and pieces of his armour, black blood dripped lazily, leaving a grotesque trail with the consistency of a spider web in his wake. He hobbled further and further through the darkness, dragging a large ebony axe through the dirt. It made a dull, foreboding grind as he pressed on. His demeanor was as grim as his condition.
He needed to find a place to rest...somewhere, anywhere where he could recover. He had expended a lot of energy breaking the seal that held him.
The Knight did not have to limp for very long before he saw what looked to be a rather well-kept shack. There was light coming from it, so he assumed it was inhabited. He made his way over to the small building, dragging his axe as he approached. When he finally made it to the front door, and pounded on it rather harshly three times, causing the door to splinter and crack, as if it were being hit by a battering ram. After the third knock, he fell to his knees with a metallic thud. He was starting to lose consciousness. He knew all he needed was some rest, and the wounds would heal themselves...he just hoped that whoever was here didn't try to pry off all of his armour. After all, he was pretty hideous for a humanoid demon.
He suddenly wished that his last thoughts were not those of how people would react to his appearance. For he completely blacked out, and was sprawled face-down on the ground, still tightly gripping his axe. His wings were fully outstretched, and his cape was to his right side, billowing in the gentle breeze.
Thus marked Sothmir's entrance into this new world.
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Post by Lord Peridox on Apr 9, 2007 9:16:47 GMT -5
Rika looked up as three very heavy knocks came on the door, causing the poor old piece of wood to splinter and crack. She got up just as a loud, metallic 'thud' could be heard. Opening the door, she was presented with a shocking figure- a creature covered in thick armor and dripping black blood. Rika gasped, hurrying out to look the poor thing over. He was out like a light (nobody could have blamed him). This presented somewhat of a problem for the young nurse.
"Oh dear... hey!" She called down the street at some people she knew, "I need some help!"
Even though she had to beg them to help (they were afraid of this person, but Rika herself was never one to turn anybody down) they eventually managed to get the demon inside, and were able to haul him onto a bed. With a few 'thank yous', Rika went back to look over her new patient.
"I wonder what happened, he looks so torn up!" She sighed, "Well, I guess this takes care of my bordeom, ne?"
Rika went to a sink and quickly washed her hands, then walked back, taking another good look at the wounds that weren't completely covered by armor. Focusing intently, Rika suddenly dipped her hands into the wounds, which probably would have scared the crap out of -anybody- watching. However, gently, she was able to 'pinch' the cuts up, finally getting all the readily avalible wounds closed. Her hands dripped in blood.
"I suppose I'll have to peel the armor off... he's bleeding somewhere under there as well!"
She sighed and went to wash her hands again.
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Post by Overlord Sothmir on Apr 9, 2007 12:20:04 GMT -5
Sothmir faded in and out of conciousness. He was definately inside, so he knew he at least accomplished one thing. He looked at his surroundings through the holes in his visor, his burning crimson eyes taking in all of the scenery.
It was a quaint little place, very well kept, yet very old. It looked as if it were some sort of antique shop, only, without any of the antiques for sale. He flexed his wings out from underneath his heavy armour-plated body. Someone had healed his wounds, yet, he was still in his armour...
He still had lost a lot of blood, and began slipping out of conciousness again. He saw a young lady walking off to wash her hands, presumably his caretaker. He would have to thank her later.
Sothmir grumbled to himself "I truly have fallen..."
He fell into unconciousness once more...
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Post by Lord Peridox on Apr 9, 2007 19:42:29 GMT -5
"Oh?" Rika glanced back while washing her hands. She had thought her patient might have tried to speak to her... but she saw he remained still on the bed, not paying much attention to how he had moved his wings. She finished cleaning herself off and went to an ice box, thinking.
"...I don't think I've ever even seen blood like that." Rika looked at the donated samples... which, of course, were all of the red variety. Well, except for the odd blue one in the back. She shook her head and walked back into the room. "I hope he'll pull through on his own, I can't do much more..."
The nurse went to the front desk, picked up a book and the chair, then sat down beside the bed. There she would wait until her patient awoke.
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Post by Overlord Sothmir on Apr 9, 2007 20:49:19 GMT -5
It was only a few minutes before Sothmir's regenerative properties kicked in, and his wounds rapidly healed. Though he had managed to maintain his self-healing properties, he was lucky that this woman was able to help him, or he would have been out for a week, and that was time he could not afford to lose.
He sat up in his bed, his heavy metal boots making a resounding clank. He stood to his full, daunting height and pressed both his hands to side sides of his helmet. He first quickly tilted his head to the right, then just as quickly to the left. Both directions produced an equally resounding series of cracks. After this somewhat sickening display, he cracked his gauntleted knuckles. He stretched his wings a bit before raising his crimson-eyed gaze to who he assumed had helped him. Though, he did have to make sure.
"...Are you the one who helped me?" he asked in his deep, booming voice.
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Post by Lord Peridox on Apr 10, 2007 8:22:33 GMT -5
Rika was honestly shocked at the short amount of time it took before her patient woke up, and made quite a racket doing so. The cracking of his joints sounded worse than the entire old folk's home down the street! Rika watched, her oddly pink eyes wide at the sight as the demon stretched out and looked at her.
"...Are you the one who helped me?"
"Oh, yes sir," She nodded, putting her book back down, "You collapsed outside the door, I couldn't help but bring you in, ne?"
Despite being a little intimidated, Rika managed a smile. "You were pretty torn up! I got you mostly patched together... then you did the rest, it seems. How are you feeling?"
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Post by Overlord Sothmir on Apr 10, 2007 10:31:25 GMT -5
Sothmir looked into the pink eyes of Rika. He saw a bit of fear in them, but overwhelming that fear was actual concern. He had not had that emotion directed towards him in hundreds of centuries. However, he no longer had use for the emotions of others, as soon as they all knew who he was, they would hate and fear him again, and that suited him just fine.
...For now, though, he would enjoy them.
"...Thank you." he said with a slight bow, "...My weapon, do you have that as well? I would be quite upset if I had lost it...that weapon is very important to me..."
He folded his wings and clasped his hands behind his back, in an attempt to look less threatening. He did not want to frighten the very person who had aided him, that simply was against the code. For the sake of being polite, he might as well know her name.
"Pardon me for my asking, but...what was your name?" he inquired, not moving from his current position. He wanted this to be a casual question, he had no need for threats at the moment.
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Post by Lord Peridox on Apr 10, 2007 11:38:02 GMT -5
"...My weapon, do you have that as well? I would be quite upset if I had lost it...that weapon is very important to me..."
"Oh, yes!" Rika pointed to the corner, where the object was propped up against the wall. She wasn't about to try to drag it back over, she figured she'd never be able to move it by herself. She smiled a bit when he changed his position, trying to be... less intimidating.
"Pardon me for my asking, but...what was your name?"
"Eurika Akiru," Rika smiled brightly, "But you can call me Rika. I'm the nurse here, it's a good thing you wandered this way, ne? What about you? I've never seen anybody... quite your size, sir!"
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Post by Overlord Sothmir on Apr 10, 2007 12:33:29 GMT -5
Sothmir nodded his head in affirmation before addressing Rika.
"Well, Rika, my name is Sir Sothmir Schwartzblutten...call me what you wish. I...was once a knight of the Order of the Dark Serpent, but...circumstances arose, and I now am naught but a wandering knight. I...overexerted myself...I am endebted to you, my lady." he said with a knightly bow, "...I am aware...that one of my stature is quite rare...it is...mostly to do with my Arch-Malebolge Demon blood."
He cleared his throat after his last statement. He knew that she probably have never heard of the Order of the Dark Serpent. The knighthood was over two-hundred thousand years old now, and of course, he had been the one who killed its founder. He was in this woman's debt, however, and he would have to find a way to repay her before he could further his own goals. She was a kind young lady...she reminded him of Lithia.
His demeanor suddenly became solemn, however, he still attempted to maintain his less intimidating position.
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