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multiversallogs2012-01-23 12:29 am
greatestofthese) wrote in multiversallogs2012-01-23 12:29 am
all you have to do is breathe
Who: Charity Burbage and you!
What: An arrival.
Where: The arrival rooms, Valhalla Inn
When: Shundi evening.
Warnings: aaaaftermath of horrible violence???
Her first thought is this isn't what I expected death to feel like.
The second is: what the hell is this?
She seems to be in a small room—small enough to be called a cell, really, with a single table and all done up in an inoffensive green color. It might be tile; her vision is fuzzy. If this is the afterlife, it's a bit disappointing so far.
And her head is killing her. It sounds like someone's saying in her ear, but she can't quite make out the words through the ringing and in any case, who would be talking to her? It must be her imagination. She tries to make a movement to get up, but her limbs still won't respond.
...if she's dead, shouldn't she not be Petrified anymore? Well—that's getting a bit into the metaphysical. But still, all the same, what that might mean for her: somehow...
—she's still alive.
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"I'm a nurse," its not true, she has go official training, but she's learned a lot from Leslie and Bruce that she's confident enough that she can handle this.
The vial gets regarded with suspicion, but she takes it and the cloth. She wants to know what it does, but if this man is someone bad, there's no guarantee he wouldn't just lie about the affects.
"If this hurts her, I'll break your arms," is all she says as she starts cleaning the wounds as per his instructions. Her tone of voice indicates it isn't an empty threat. "And her fingers need setting, do you have anything that would work as a splint?"
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What is Severus Snape doing here?
Which brings up a whole new flood of questions—did he change his mind? Did he take her here wherever this is... but, no, he would have been here from the start.
Am I in danger is also among the questions, although she rather figures if he wanted to kill her himself, he'd have already done it. And as the woman starts to dab his potion on her wounds, she can feel skin beginning to regrow and knit. For whatever reason, they seem to be on the same side once again. (Really, he's got to pick properly one of these days. A woman could get whiplash.)
Her eyes flick up to him, and if she could raise an eyebrow she would—ah, and it seems to move a little. She blinks, rapidly, to clear the stinging sensation of eyes left too long open. Her toes feel a little looser, too. Could someone use a Finite Incantatem here? I think she could, Severus. And she will (probably) not knee you in the groin if you do. Or at least she tries to communicate that via blinking and eyebrow gestures.
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Protect his own somewhat thinly-veiled identity (and ease his own discomfort, because he is certain at least one person is watching who he would much rather wasn't) or heal those broken fingers? Interesting conundrum. He glances down at the woman between them and is immediately distracted by the message she is so clearly trying to stare into him.
Ah. No wonder she's being unnaturally quiet.
With an expression suggesting he's rather put-upon by this whole affair, he glances around for the CiD, then resignedly produces his wand from his sleeve. For a moment - just the space of a heartbeat - he considers Stunning her. It doesn't come, however. Instead, a muttered, "Finite Incantatem."
And he turns his attention back to the other woman before his old colleague can start shrieking. In an almost conversational tone, he asks suddenly, "Your name?"
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"Stephanie," she still answers his question; its not polite to ignore someone, "You?"
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Wincing, she shifts, attempting to bring herself upright to lean against the wall. "What happened." She can't manage much inflection and unnecessary movement hurts, but the question is directed at her old colleague.
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And with her words, it thus becomes unnecessary to introduce himself to Stephanie; he glances at her and gives a slight tilt of his head, an action which exudes more wryness and irritation than manners. With that, he directs his attention to analysing the situation. When is Burbage from? Not her death, clearly - not if she's looking to him to answer her questions. Some time before, then. In that case, he feel safe asking, "What do you remember?"
breaking order hope that's okay /o/
"Last thing I remember was being about to, you know, die, Severus, in case you've forgotten, and you just standing there." She pauses to cough, and closes her eyes and leans her head—gently—back against the wall. "And yet here I am. And here you are. And this isn't the manor.
"What. Is going. On."
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She puts the stopper back on the vial and places it carefully on the floor as she watches the exchange between Severus and Charity. When Charity mentions that he was there at her death, Steph tenses, shifting to put herself slightly between the two of them, her hand resting on the floor next to her right boot so she can grab her bo staff from where it's hidden if she has to.
She's never might either of them before, so it's possibly that if they were fighting, Charity was the bad guy in the situation. But she's also Steph's patient for now, and that comes first. She doesn't speak, though, waiting to hear Severus's reply.
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"I wouldn't," he warns quietly, ignoring Charity for the moment and mindful that Baedal is probably watching. There is an almost imperceptible movement of his hand, an angling upward of the wand to point in Stephanie's direction. And that's all the warning he gives her before slowly tearing his eyes off of her and glancing down at his old colleague.
"You've been abducted. So have we all." Dismissive and cold. She's injured, and first concerns should be preventing her from meeting the same fate she had three years before.
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"—abducted."
...yes indeed, she's got nothing. What even.
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"This city is called Baedal, its population is over two million, all consisting of abductees, or the descendants of them. The government is in control, but they seem to have no interest in harming anyone so long as we accept our new home," she doesn't want to say too much more on that, its not important right now, she'd just wanted to give Charity a little more information, "If you're feeling up to it, I'd like to try to get you somewhere more comfortable, so we can get a doctor to come look at you."
She's not sure if Charity has injuries other than the visible ones, so she doesn't want to risk moving her too much.
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And, yeah, her ribs aren't feeling real solid right now on the whole, and heaven knows what else; Bellatrix Lestrange may not be sane, but she is well thorough.
that moment when you use the wrong account.
A doctor not at Hellsing. If there are two paths he would like to prevent from crossing one another, it is Burbage's with Martha's.
He produces a second vial, presses it into his ex-colleague's hand; it could be something for the pain - is probably for the pain - but at the moment, he rather would like it to be poison. He then stands and collects her CiD from where it lies, turns it off with more ease than should be attributed to a wizard with no knowledge of technology, and holds it out to Stephanie. Were Charity anyone else, he might shoot a challenging glance at her. However, it is Charity and regardless of her eleventh hour rescue by Baedal, in his memory he did exactly that of which he stands accused. Thus he avoids eye-contact entirely.
at least it was still a Snape account?
She's glad Severus doesn't argue, she has no interest in fighting with him just to get Charity looked after and she's perfectly capable of keeping her stable until a doctor can get to them. Which is... a problem she will deal with when she comes to it. For now, she's focusing on helping Charity stand up; Steph is stronger than she looks, and should be able to support Charity's weight well enough.
The CiD is accepted and slipped into a pocket without comment, but she shoots a suspicious glance at the vial. She has no idea what it's supposed to be and doesn't like the idea of letting Charity use it, no matter how useful the other potion had turned out to be.
But he has been helpful, and while Steph might not trust him, that doesn't mean she needs to be rude, "Thank you for your help, Severus."
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She accepts Steph's hand up, and support on her way out, with a nod back to Severus; she'll be back with questions for him later, whether he likes it or not. The young woman supports her easily enough, though it is a bit of slow going for Charity herself, and they climb the stairs.
For now she reserves her words unless asked questions; she is tired, thinking is difficult, and she's still trying to work out her surroundings and whether this is even real or not.
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She's glad she left her door unlocked; it means she doesn't have to fumble with the key, she can just open the door and walk Charity inside, sitting her down on the bed. The room is well kept, the bed made and only a few articles of clothing are lying around.
"Have you ever been given morphine before?" There's a syringe full of morphine in one of the pouches in her utility belt, but she won't give it to Charity unless she knows there won't be any ill effects.
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The syringe she pulls out is more like an epi pen than an actual syringe, but it means Steph doesn't have to fuss around with finding a vein, "This'll only hurt a little." As gently as she can, she pushes the needle into Charity's upper arm and depresses the button on top to administer the morphine.
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"Thanks," she says, sighing. She's still working on catching up to the fact that against all odds, she seems to be safe now. "You a nurse, or something?"
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"I'm going to put a splint on your fingers until you can get an x-ray. I don't want to risk moving them too much if they're broken," She wishes she had some actual finger splints, but she'd never bothered to keep them in her belt. But she's got medical tape, a credit card she doesn't need in Baedal, and a pair of scissors. With the credit card cut into strips, they'll make a decent temporary splint.