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69th Draw = Confusion abound [Voice/Action to those who want it.]
[Selphie's been safely returned from the draft despite the fact that the fighting and sudden shift back into the village has taken every ounce of energy she had in her system right back out. She remembers arriving near the fountain and sitting down before passing out. She remembers someone picking her up but not the name of who had done it. She'll see the sandwich on the bedside table and smiles softly at the gesture. Whoever it was, Selphie owes them a world of thanks for their thoughtfulness.
This incident was approximately fourteen hours ago as Selphie sits up far too quick for her sore and protesting body. She falls back into her bed and lays there for a good half hour or so before taking another, slower shot at moving around. She's stiff as a board from the intensity of the mission as she goes through a series of stretches to help releave some of her discomfort. A couple ibuprofen will further help with aches before a shower and the munching of a sandwich is had.
She settles back into bed as she reaches for her journal. She knows that she's tired and overdid it in every way possible but the perky brunette doesn't regret her actions in the least. She doesn't have a clue where Ceodore is but sincerely hopes that he's okay. Between him and Archie, they've given her quite the scare and the look on her face shows it plainly. She doesn't bother hiding it behind a faked smile this time. Selphie doesn't like it in the least but she knows that there's nothing to be done about it.]
So tired... I'll be going back to sleep soon.
Has everybody made it back to the village okay? How're things in the village right now? And... who brought me home? Thank you to whoever you are.
Now then... can somone tell me where Archie, Ceodore and Mister Hornblower have wound up?
And uh... if anybody decides to come calling, you'll have to let yourself in. Community Building 3, first floor, room four. Just... ignore the mess right now.
Right... anywho... time for some more sleep. I'm bushed.
This incident was approximately fourteen hours ago as Selphie sits up far too quick for her sore and protesting body. She falls back into her bed and lays there for a good half hour or so before taking another, slower shot at moving around. She's stiff as a board from the intensity of the mission as she goes through a series of stretches to help releave some of her discomfort. A couple ibuprofen will further help with aches before a shower and the munching of a sandwich is had.
She settles back into bed as she reaches for her journal. She knows that she's tired and overdid it in every way possible but the perky brunette doesn't regret her actions in the least. She doesn't have a clue where Ceodore is but sincerely hopes that he's okay. Between him and Archie, they've given her quite the scare and the look on her face shows it plainly. She doesn't bother hiding it behind a faked smile this time. Selphie doesn't like it in the least but she knows that there's nothing to be done about it.]
So tired... I'll be going back to sleep soon.
Has everybody made it back to the village okay? How're things in the village right now? And... who brought me home? Thank you to whoever you are.
Now then... can somone tell me where Archie, Ceodore and Mister Hornblower have wound up?
And uh... if anybody decides to come calling, you'll have to let yourself in. Community Building 3, first floor, room four. Just... ignore the mess right now.
Right... anywho... time for some more sleep. I'm bushed.
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[Those sounds would be Ceodore trying to inch his way out of bed. Although he's got all the subtlety of an adamantoise in a glass shop, if the sound of sheets moving, sharp inhalations of breath, and creaking springs are any hint at all.]
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[Okay no, Teleport is not working now. It requires hellalot of concentration which he's sorely lacking in right now. At least the sound of the magic trying to fire off before it fizzles is a dead giveaway what he's up to.]
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Please... [Ceodore if you don't stop, she's going to have an emotional breakdown again...]
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[Selphie claps her journal shut as she quickly changes clothes and runs to the clinic. Overused muscles are screaming at her in protest of the unwanted movement but she has to get him to stay there for a little bit. Those kinds of wounds aren't easy to heal and there's so much other damage that could've been done.
She walks quickly to where she sees Ceodore trying to escape and pushes him back into bed with a petrified look on her face. There's tears welling in her eyes and she's still damn scared about what he did for her.]
Please...?
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And there are easier ways to keep him in bed.]Ow! Selph...
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[She lets him go as she sinks into the chair by his bed and grabs his hand.]
Sorry.
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[He lifts her hand and kisses the back of it.]
Don't cry.
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[She should be the one being strong here but she can't do it. When did she become so weak?]
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I'm sorry.
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[She wipes away the tears standing in her eyes. She's just happy that he's still here but she really just wants someone to look at the wound in the morning. After that, she'll let him have his fill of potions.]
Think you could stay here over night and then come home in the morning? Just this once?
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[He scoots over so there's plenty of room for her.]
Stay with me? I can't sleep without you.
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[Although it's an injury unlike any other he's taken and he's not sure if magic will even work.]
It's like... a burning hot arrow. Only not quite.
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[She's hoping that he'll just let her do this for him. It's paying him back for taking that bullet for her. She'll place her hand over the bandaged wound and send some of Nala's magic his way. Hopefully, that should help it a little bit.]
How's that?
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[Much better is more like it. His shoulder doesn't feel like it's on fire anymore.]
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[Selphie's hand just happens to remain there as her eyes start drooping shut.]
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