Post by Admin on Dec 25, 2012 14:40:11 GMT -5
*days went by as the two suffering men slowly mended. After the first night it would seem that Micah would survive the impromptu and fully alert operation he went under, but his pallor remained sickly. John's continued improvement was a huge relief for the rest of the crew as they began to slowly ease away from care. It would just require time now on john's part. Micah's care remained with cool washes, suture replacement and bandage maintenance. now it was up to the vampire to heal himself.
The priestess stood next to William, looking at him with a hard stare* these men... were touched by something so foul i don't dare speak or think of what will happen to this world. The vampire... never... have i had to do something so dire to save a life... he is a strong man... strong men they are. *she sighed and dropped her gaze to the marble floor* i only pray that they wake...
William Turner *William could only node mutely. His vigil had gone on far longer than he'd expected and he'd lapsed into a state of near muteness. The pair were sleeping so deeply, they barely moved. And at the word of the Priestess, he began letting his mind wander. They had been found deep in the Wastelands. Left to die. The evil that had touched them there was slowly spreading its dark shroud over the lands surrounding. If they did nothing, soon the evil would cloak the entirety of Oceana and no one would know peace.
He found himself hoping they woke soon.*
John Grimm -John woke first. It took a while before he realized he was awake. He blinked and stared blankly at the ceiling of the chamber before realizing what it was he was looking at. It was then he realized he was actually awake. Furrowing a brow, he looked around. Where was he? What had happened? He was clean, cared for and alive. And the whatever it was that had taken him down a few pegs was...gone.
Slowly, he lifted his head. It was odd to feel a pull at his shoulder. A bandage. The sudden flash of the knife aimed at Micah, the knife he'd intercepted. Whatever was on it had made him sick. Maybe they'd found a way to synthesize a pseudo chromosome? Something to break down what the C24 had done for him.
He didn't know. All he did know was he was weak. Human-weak. And it scared him a little-
Micah Watson *The priestess looked up seeing John wake. she turned William on his heel to look for himself, and she smiled* one has awoken *she said quietly, pulling him into the room again. Letting the vampire go, the flocked John's bed, and the priestess looked down at him, touching his forehead* you are awake. and on the mend *she said quietly a soft and gentle smile on her lips* tell me.. what hurts? where are you in any pain or discomfort?
John Grimm -John shook his head, swallowing. He tried to sit up and speak. But lack of liquids had him coughing. Not sure if they used ASL, he mimed a drink of water, blinking blearily around. He spied Micah next to him and furrowed a brow. What had happened?
A shadow fell across him and he looked up. The Captain. He cocked his head to the side curious-
William Turner *He smiled at the Outlander as he walked back into the room. One of the lesser priestesses scrambled to bring the man a pitcher of water. She poured it, handing it over where William watched the man drink almost greedily. It had been too long that he'd been without water.*
It is good to see you awake, sir. We were all very concerned over your welfare.
Micah Watson *the priestess sat on the edge of John's bed and placed her hand on his, looking him in the eye* i must ask you what you remember. Anything would be helpful in our plight *she said quietly, leaning in to look at him.* anything at all. Your friend has been awake and fell back into a coma... it seems he did something that aided your health but we still don't know what it was.. he attacked you but two nights ago, and tore into your shoulder. I'm amazed to see that you can move your arm at all...
*she then looked up at the comatose vampire, her face flat and emotionless* I Don't know what to do to help him.. he is in time's hands. I cannot mourn that... but I am well pleased to see you alive, your importance is great to us...
John Grimm -John shifted again, feeling the pull of the bandage and furrowed a brow- There was a knife... -he snorted- After everything we went through, the /thing/ threw a knife at us. Caught me -he gestured over his shoulder- in the shoulder. Went weird after that.. poisoned. Not sure.
-He settled on the bed and huffed, turning to look at his friend- What can I do? He saved me, I want to help him. What can I do?
Micah Watson *the priestess shook her head* I do not know of anything that will ease his journey to health if at all... He has taken a hard turn, dear... *she gave him what she hoped was a comforting smile and touched his forehead* you just rest... it has been a trying several days for you... you need your rest, your sustenance. Your health is important to us. *she murmured, brushing his hair back with her hand*
John Grimm -He closed his eyes, allowing her to touch him. He was amazed that he was still /sore/. He should be completely healed.- Is there a scientist around? Someone who can test and check poisons?
-He had an idea and needed to have access to a lab. And while he knew they wouldn't have everything he needed, it was a start. Time for genius-level John to show his true colors-
Micah Watson *the priestess looking highly confused, nodded slowly* yes... there is access to scientific laboratories here... but why would you want to look there? *She asked, raising her brow quietly* what is it you are searching for? *she didn't know what John was looking for but the urgency in his eyes told her it was quite important. So she motioned to one of the priests to fetch a laboratory worker at once to arrive at the medical ward.
The group fell into silence once again. A nurse gently tried to spoon-feed water to the comatose vampire, without much success. his pale white skin was hot to the touch, and his blond hair was now matted down to his forehead. The bandages around his neck and stomach were faintly tinged with pink, but not soaked through as they had been for the longest time. good sign? or lack of blood flow? they didn't know which*
John Grimm -He sat up, or tried to. He'd await the laboratory worker and find out if they could pinpoint what had been done to him. He wondered if it had something to do with the rift. Someone had figured out how to break down the bio engineered chromosome. He needed to figure out who and how.
He was quiet, not sure what to say to the priestesses. He'd never been comfortable around religious types-
Micah Watson *after a time, the priestess was called from the room to where a wiry looking young man stood nervously. The priestess motioned for him, accepting his bowed greeting and ushering him into the room next to john's bed. The laboratory worker looked down at him with a highly concerned frown and touched his shoulder* may i see the cut *he asked quietly, looking up at the priestess. at her approval, he slowly removed the bandage and began to examine John's shoulder. Minutes crawled by, and the man's face furrowed further in confusion until he finally looked up at John and with a final sigh, shook his head* I see not a trace of what had caused the illness. It is as if he never was inflicted to begin with, which is unheard of in the case of viruses of that nature. *he frowned, looking up at the priestess* have you any trace of what it was that the vampire had as you put it "ingested" in his wake?
*the priestess nodded motioning that the nurse bring the tin pan forward. Inside it was the shriveled and blackened, stinking piece of flesh she'd cut from Micah's stomach. The stench was potent enough to sicken the lot of them, and the worker covered his mouth and nose with a mask* I will take this back to the lab to be examined. However. *he turned to john* would you be adverse to me taking a vial of blood to run tests?
John Grimm -He hesitated, but agreed.- On one condition. When you're done, you destroy it. Destroy the vial of my blood. I don't want anything getting out. Please.
-He looked from the Laboratory worker to the Priestess, expression as grim as his name.-
Micah Watson *The worker nodded bowing to John* i will bring the vial straight back to you. You may destroy it as you believe is most effective. *he murmured. with that he took the offered syringe and vial, finding a vein in the soldier that wasn't shriveled from his dehydration. Drawing the vial's worth, he bandaged Johns arm and turned away to return to the laboratory, leaving the others behind in the medical ward*
Later
John Grimm-He was recovering in the Houses of Healing deep in the artistic district of the Court of Night Blooming Flowers. It was quiet there, almost too quiet. There were no sounds outside like he'd grown accustomed to. Nothing like the pub below the bunk house, or the wharves where the Airships docked.
John shuffled around the quiet marble hallways and slowly came back to himself. It was strange having to take time out to recover. John had gotten to where he'd taken for granted his enhanced healing abilities. That he was healing almost human-slow was messing with his mood.
To keep from snapping at everyone who came within fifty feet of the Marine, he fell silent. But he paced. He walked the halls and became like a ghost, haunting the laboratory where they were studying the poison that had very nearly taken his life.
John was not a patient man.-
The priestess stood next to William, looking at him with a hard stare* these men... were touched by something so foul i don't dare speak or think of what will happen to this world. The vampire... never... have i had to do something so dire to save a life... he is a strong man... strong men they are. *she sighed and dropped her gaze to the marble floor* i only pray that they wake...
William Turner *William could only node mutely. His vigil had gone on far longer than he'd expected and he'd lapsed into a state of near muteness. The pair were sleeping so deeply, they barely moved. And at the word of the Priestess, he began letting his mind wander. They had been found deep in the Wastelands. Left to die. The evil that had touched them there was slowly spreading its dark shroud over the lands surrounding. If they did nothing, soon the evil would cloak the entirety of Oceana and no one would know peace.
He found himself hoping they woke soon.*
John Grimm -John woke first. It took a while before he realized he was awake. He blinked and stared blankly at the ceiling of the chamber before realizing what it was he was looking at. It was then he realized he was actually awake. Furrowing a brow, he looked around. Where was he? What had happened? He was clean, cared for and alive. And the whatever it was that had taken him down a few pegs was...gone.
Slowly, he lifted his head. It was odd to feel a pull at his shoulder. A bandage. The sudden flash of the knife aimed at Micah, the knife he'd intercepted. Whatever was on it had made him sick. Maybe they'd found a way to synthesize a pseudo chromosome? Something to break down what the C24 had done for him.
He didn't know. All he did know was he was weak. Human-weak. And it scared him a little-
Micah Watson *The priestess looked up seeing John wake. she turned William on his heel to look for himself, and she smiled* one has awoken *she said quietly, pulling him into the room again. Letting the vampire go, the flocked John's bed, and the priestess looked down at him, touching his forehead* you are awake. and on the mend *she said quietly a soft and gentle smile on her lips* tell me.. what hurts? where are you in any pain or discomfort?
John Grimm -John shook his head, swallowing. He tried to sit up and speak. But lack of liquids had him coughing. Not sure if they used ASL, he mimed a drink of water, blinking blearily around. He spied Micah next to him and furrowed a brow. What had happened?
A shadow fell across him and he looked up. The Captain. He cocked his head to the side curious-
William Turner *He smiled at the Outlander as he walked back into the room. One of the lesser priestesses scrambled to bring the man a pitcher of water. She poured it, handing it over where William watched the man drink almost greedily. It had been too long that he'd been without water.*
It is good to see you awake, sir. We were all very concerned over your welfare.
Micah Watson *the priestess sat on the edge of John's bed and placed her hand on his, looking him in the eye* i must ask you what you remember. Anything would be helpful in our plight *she said quietly, leaning in to look at him.* anything at all. Your friend has been awake and fell back into a coma... it seems he did something that aided your health but we still don't know what it was.. he attacked you but two nights ago, and tore into your shoulder. I'm amazed to see that you can move your arm at all...
*she then looked up at the comatose vampire, her face flat and emotionless* I Don't know what to do to help him.. he is in time's hands. I cannot mourn that... but I am well pleased to see you alive, your importance is great to us...
John Grimm -John shifted again, feeling the pull of the bandage and furrowed a brow- There was a knife... -he snorted- After everything we went through, the /thing/ threw a knife at us. Caught me -he gestured over his shoulder- in the shoulder. Went weird after that.. poisoned. Not sure.
-He settled on the bed and huffed, turning to look at his friend- What can I do? He saved me, I want to help him. What can I do?
Micah Watson *the priestess shook her head* I do not know of anything that will ease his journey to health if at all... He has taken a hard turn, dear... *she gave him what she hoped was a comforting smile and touched his forehead* you just rest... it has been a trying several days for you... you need your rest, your sustenance. Your health is important to us. *she murmured, brushing his hair back with her hand*
John Grimm -He closed his eyes, allowing her to touch him. He was amazed that he was still /sore/. He should be completely healed.- Is there a scientist around? Someone who can test and check poisons?
-He had an idea and needed to have access to a lab. And while he knew they wouldn't have everything he needed, it was a start. Time for genius-level John to show his true colors-
Micah Watson *the priestess looking highly confused, nodded slowly* yes... there is access to scientific laboratories here... but why would you want to look there? *She asked, raising her brow quietly* what is it you are searching for? *she didn't know what John was looking for but the urgency in his eyes told her it was quite important. So she motioned to one of the priests to fetch a laboratory worker at once to arrive at the medical ward.
The group fell into silence once again. A nurse gently tried to spoon-feed water to the comatose vampire, without much success. his pale white skin was hot to the touch, and his blond hair was now matted down to his forehead. The bandages around his neck and stomach were faintly tinged with pink, but not soaked through as they had been for the longest time. good sign? or lack of blood flow? they didn't know which*
John Grimm -He sat up, or tried to. He'd await the laboratory worker and find out if they could pinpoint what had been done to him. He wondered if it had something to do with the rift. Someone had figured out how to break down the bio engineered chromosome. He needed to figure out who and how.
He was quiet, not sure what to say to the priestesses. He'd never been comfortable around religious types-
Micah Watson *after a time, the priestess was called from the room to where a wiry looking young man stood nervously. The priestess motioned for him, accepting his bowed greeting and ushering him into the room next to john's bed. The laboratory worker looked down at him with a highly concerned frown and touched his shoulder* may i see the cut *he asked quietly, looking up at the priestess. at her approval, he slowly removed the bandage and began to examine John's shoulder. Minutes crawled by, and the man's face furrowed further in confusion until he finally looked up at John and with a final sigh, shook his head* I see not a trace of what had caused the illness. It is as if he never was inflicted to begin with, which is unheard of in the case of viruses of that nature. *he frowned, looking up at the priestess* have you any trace of what it was that the vampire had as you put it "ingested" in his wake?
*the priestess nodded motioning that the nurse bring the tin pan forward. Inside it was the shriveled and blackened, stinking piece of flesh she'd cut from Micah's stomach. The stench was potent enough to sicken the lot of them, and the worker covered his mouth and nose with a mask* I will take this back to the lab to be examined. However. *he turned to john* would you be adverse to me taking a vial of blood to run tests?
John Grimm -He hesitated, but agreed.- On one condition. When you're done, you destroy it. Destroy the vial of my blood. I don't want anything getting out. Please.
-He looked from the Laboratory worker to the Priestess, expression as grim as his name.-
Micah Watson *The worker nodded bowing to John* i will bring the vial straight back to you. You may destroy it as you believe is most effective. *he murmured. with that he took the offered syringe and vial, finding a vein in the soldier that wasn't shriveled from his dehydration. Drawing the vial's worth, he bandaged Johns arm and turned away to return to the laboratory, leaving the others behind in the medical ward*
Later
John Grimm-He was recovering in the Houses of Healing deep in the artistic district of the Court of Night Blooming Flowers. It was quiet there, almost too quiet. There were no sounds outside like he'd grown accustomed to. Nothing like the pub below the bunk house, or the wharves where the Airships docked.
John shuffled around the quiet marble hallways and slowly came back to himself. It was strange having to take time out to recover. John had gotten to where he'd taken for granted his enhanced healing abilities. That he was healing almost human-slow was messing with his mood.
To keep from snapping at everyone who came within fifty feet of the Marine, he fell silent. But he paced. He walked the halls and became like a ghost, haunting the laboratory where they were studying the poison that had very nearly taken his life.
John was not a patient man.-