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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 31, 2006 15:39:49 GMT -5
OOC: "...and says his prayers at night will become a wolf, when the wolfbane blooms and the autmun moon is full and bright."
Christine settled down to read a book, her eyes focused on a passage on signs, symptoms and treatments for werewolves. Not that they needed it for Sky - he was cured. Everyone saw him get free of his curse. Right? So why did his eyes look like they could pass for a wolf's? Christine felt ill at the possibility that maybe - just maybe, something hadn't gone right. Her blue eyes shut for a moment and she took a cleansing breath.She'd think no more the subject - and yet, and yet she wondered.
There were things about Sky that seemed vastly different - and it wasn't just his eyes. But was to what - she just couldn't place it. At least, not yet.
OOC: tag Sky
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Post by Sky on Jul 31, 2006 16:14:26 GMT -5
Slipping into the observatory - the place he always went when he was in need of some alone time - Sky sunk to the ground, his back pressed against the wall, and closed his eyes, completely unaware of Christine's presence.
Something was wrong with him. He could feel the change and he swore that he could see it too. He had to be losing his mind. That was the only explanation. He had been under too much stress and now, now he going crazy. Of course, he wasn't going to tell anyone that; the last thing he wanted to deal with were sly looks, snickers, and whispers about how he was cracking. Somehow he was going to deal with this on his own. Perhaps he just needed a better night's sleep or a good meal . . .
But somehow, Sky was certain that it was going to take more than relaxing to make him feel normal.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 31, 2006 17:33:02 GMT -5
Christine opened her eyes and she read the passage again, frowning. Not liking what she read, she threw the book away from her. She started when she heard the book thump against something. She was on her feet, dagger in hand, one could not be too careful these days.
"Show yourself."
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Post by Sky on Jul 31, 2006 17:44:50 GMT -5
"What the-" Sky cried out, his eyes flying open when a rather heavy book collided with his knee. Scrambling quickly to his feet, Sky winced momentarily as his knee began to throb. Yep, there was gonna be a bruise in the morning.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 31, 2006 17:50:41 GMT -5
"I shan't ask again. Show yourself," Christine said, trying to keep her voice from trembling. Well, whoever it was, she had taken off guard with the book.
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Post by Sky on Jul 31, 2006 17:54:31 GMT -5
Recognizing Christine's voice, Sky groaned inwardly. So much for trying to get his mind off of her - it seemed like wherever he went, she was always there. Shaking his head, Sky finally stepped into her line of sight and said, "You can put your weapon away; it's just me."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 31, 2006 17:57:08 GMT -5
Christine released the breath she didn't know she was holding. "Jaysus, Sky, you trying to give me a heart attack?" she asked before she walked over to him. She tilted her head and looked at him, trying to see if there was anything out of place. Deciding that it was just his eyes, she relaxed and slipped her dagger back into her sheath.
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Post by Sky on Jul 31, 2006 18:00:02 GMT -5
Shifting uncomfortably on his feet, Sky nodded and held out her book. "Here. I believe this is yours." Once Christine had taken the book, Sky paused and then said as he began to turn to leave, "Well, I guess I'll get out of your way now."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 31, 2006 18:04:00 GMT -5
"It's okay," she said quietly. "I could use some company," she admitted. She hugged the book closer to her chest. "I was just doing some research, seeing if I could find anything to help a friend of ours," she added, referring to the man they met during that ill-fated picnic.
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Post by Sky on Jul 31, 2006 18:09:51 GMT -5
"What kind of help?" Sky asked, his brow furrowed slightly in concern, momentarily forgetting his vow to keep his interactions with Christine to a minimum.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 31, 2006 18:15:06 GMT -5
"Well, for starters, what some of the known cures are - the ones that we could easily do," she said. "Although, I did find some interesting things. Like werewolves can't handle silver." She tilted her head slightly. "Which confuses me. I never understood why they couldn't handle that particular metal. And it also mentioned some characteristics.." She shrugged her shoulders. "But I haven't found anything that could be of help so far..."
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Post by Sky on Jul 31, 2006 18:30:28 GMT -5
"Ah," Sky said with a nod of understanding. "I assume that you're talking about Karel. Well . . . perhaps you ought to speak with someone who is more knowledgeable about this subject than you. Maybe one of the teachers at Alfea or even Cloud Tower?"
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 31, 2006 18:33:42 GMT -5
"I suppose, but I just don't know how to even begin to broach the subject with them," she admitted. She placed her left hand on his back, a small silver ring glistening on it. It had been a present from her stepfather for her coronation.
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Post by Sky on Jul 31, 2006 18:38:25 GMT -5
"Well isn't Tash's mother a teacher at Alfea? Professor Mali, I think?" Sky asked. "If so, maybe you can have Tash broach the subject for you - or at least get her advice about how best to approach her mother."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 31, 2006 18:40:58 GMT -5
"I think so," she said softly. "I think I'll ask her later, once I can figure out how to ask Tash if I could ask her mother."
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