Eithan Paine (
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realityshifted2014-05-14 02:52 pm
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[Eithan's arrival on the Plane doesn't involve injury this time, at least... but he still doesn't look so great.]
Shit. This doesn't make any sense...
[His steps are slow, a little wobbly. He's dizzy, but he makes his way to the bar and all but collapses into a booth. He shivers, a little. And just to make sure he's not wrong (though dear Goddess, he wishes he were wrong) he presses two fingers against his wrist, concentrates just long enough to count... and yep, his pulse has been dulled.]
This. Should not. Be happenin' right now. I swear, just...
[He trails off, grumbling. He's only talking to himself, anyway.
But he's getting worse, practically by the minute, which is also strange because this never happens this quickly. And the next minute finds him curling in on himself a little, head in his arms on the table, trying to think through what has now become a fever - complete with cold chills! - in some attempt to solve this little problem of his. He's a vampire, yes, but he shouldn't need blood now, he's only a half-breed and he just took care of this not even a few days ago, and...
Shit. What should he do now...?]
((OoC: experiment start. Have fun. ♥))
Shit. This doesn't make any sense...
[His steps are slow, a little wobbly. He's dizzy, but he makes his way to the bar and all but collapses into a booth. He shivers, a little. And just to make sure he's not wrong (though dear Goddess, he wishes he were wrong) he presses two fingers against his wrist, concentrates just long enough to count... and yep, his pulse has been dulled.]
This. Should not. Be happenin' right now. I swear, just...
[He trails off, grumbling. He's only talking to himself, anyway.
But he's getting worse, practically by the minute, which is also strange because this never happens this quickly. And the next minute finds him curling in on himself a little, head in his arms on the table, trying to think through what has now become a fever - complete with cold chills! - in some attempt to solve this little problem of his. He's a vampire, yes, but he shouldn't need blood now, he's only a half-breed and he just took care of this not even a few days ago, and...
Shit. What should he do now...?]
((OoC: experiment start. Have fun. ♥))
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[ Smugcat is very smug here. It's what he does and he's awesome. He knows it. ] I go back in time four minutes before their death. But if it's a slow one... I don't know if there's anything I could do. I haven't tried one like that before.
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[Aww, smugcat is cute! If Eithan were to use that word. Which he doesn't, usually. But it does make him smile, a little. Honestly, this whole conversation has done wonders for taking his mind off of how much shit sucks right now. Maybe that's not a good thing in the long run, but for right now, he'll take it. Avoidance is fantastic.]
Ahh. Yeah no, I guess that wouldn't help stop a long, drawn-out process. Still, that's amazin', does it always work?
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[ Avoidance is not good! If only Sissel were aware. He'd bring the topic back around. Welp. He's still darn smug at the question, because.... ]
I haven't failed yet. Of course, I don't get nearly as many chances as I used to nowadays... Most people would say that's a good thing. I kind of miss it, though.
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