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Post by simplyKATEY. on Aug 27, 2009 0:43:28 GMT -5
"You'd be surprised." She could remember a few times where she had hit him for helping. Rose pulled the wrap off her arm and poured whatever was in the vial on her wound.
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 27, 2009 0:46:47 GMT -5
-The vial was full of some sort of powdered crystals, and where they touch the wound, the pain and infection both fade away- Damn that was good stuff, eh? -He grins, then takes her hand again, inspecting the wound. He eyes it with the appraising eye of a warrior, and nods- It will heal fine now, as you probably already know. -He kisses her knuckles playfully, mock-cringing in terror from the fist she is sure to send his way-
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Post by simplyKATEY. on Aug 27, 2009 0:49:29 GMT -5
Rose blinked a few times in disbelief. "Huh. I should be used to this by now." She looked down at Armok and as soon as his lips touched her knuckles, she hit him upside the head.
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 27, 2009 0:51:11 GMT -5
-He laughed, rubbing the side of his head- Chivalry is dead because you killed it, fair lady.
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Post by simplyKATEY. on Aug 27, 2009 0:53:57 GMT -5
"Someone had to do it. Ugh. Mush." She rolled her shoulders before placing her hands on her hips.
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 27, 2009 0:56:10 GMT -5
-He gives her one a strange glance, and again that memory tickles the back of his mind... but is once more, too elusive for him to catch- ...
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Post by simplyKATEY. on Aug 27, 2009 0:58:18 GMT -5
She looked back to him. "What?"
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 27, 2009 1:00:01 GMT -5
-He shakes his head- Nothing important. -Armok shrugs- Guess you hit me a little too hard.
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Post by simplyKATEY. on Aug 27, 2009 1:02:08 GMT -5
Rose made another face. "Okay."
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 27, 2009 1:05:33 GMT -5
-He points at his ribs- You going to fix those, bas- -His eyes widen, and the memory that had been tickling him slammed home in his mind. He dropped to one knee, wincing as a severe migraine tore through his mind within the span of ten seconds-
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Post by simplyKATEY. on Aug 27, 2009 1:06:38 GMT -5
She didn't get to respond. He didn't even get to finish. Rose dropped in front of him. "Armok?! Are you alright?" She could feel pain coming through with her empathy.
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 27, 2009 1:09:38 GMT -5
-He waves her off, the migraine already passed- Bascha. That damn word has been taunting my head, all day, just within my grasp. -Armok eyes her warily- Bascha?
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Post by simplyKATEY. on Aug 27, 2009 1:10:36 GMT -5
She gave a quiet sigh of relief. Before realizing what he had called her. She nodded her head. "Yeah. Bascha."
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 27, 2009 1:11:33 GMT -5
... What does that mean? -He studies her face, watching for the subtle changes, trying to figure out what they had been, who she was... who he was-
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Post by simplyKATEY. on Aug 27, 2009 1:12:49 GMT -5
"I could never remember exactly what it meant. But it was your nickname or pet name for me since we met. Well, originally it was Lady Rose. And I beat you for calling me that. So you switched to Bascha."
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 27, 2009 1:15:07 GMT -5
-He narrows his eyes as he stares into hers for a moment... then nods his head- It feels right when it dances across my tongue, so it must be your name. -Armok sighs again, then growls at his ribs- Bascha.
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Post by simplyKATEY. on Aug 27, 2009 1:16:55 GMT -5
Rose didn't keep her gaze locked with his for long. She looked away. "I'll fix them." She pulled his shirt up once more and put her hand on his ribs and started the healing process.
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 27, 2009 1:17:56 GMT -5
-He cracked his neck as the bones creaked and bent back in place. The bruises faded as well, and a shiver danced down his spine... at what, he was not sure- Thank you.
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Post by simplyKATEY. on Aug 27, 2009 1:18:40 GMT -5
"You're welcome." She didn't look up at him. Rose finished up his ribs and pulled her hand back after a second.
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 27, 2009 1:19:54 GMT -5
-He catches her wrist, bending at an awkward angle to see into her eyes- Are you alright?
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