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Post by Super Awesome on Jun 7, 2007 23:46:14 GMT -5
Brife shrugged, not really paying attention after he mentioned the hammock. She decided that that's where she was going the moment she could get out of this bed. Silently, she watched Milan leave the room, sighing slightly. She leaned back on the pillow, her mussed curls spayed out around her head. Why did she have to go get ambushed by a werewolf? The wound in her side decided at that moment to sting like crazy, causing a slight sound of discomfort and a grimace from Brife. With a flick of the hand, she slid back under the covers, covering even her head with the blankets. Maybe darkness would let her think for awhile.
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Post by writingwrongs on Jun 8, 2007 0:18:11 GMT -5
Milan pulled some fruit from the bowl on the counter, cutting it up neatly and placing it into another large bowl. He tossed it this way and that, finally splitting it into three smaller portions. Lightly he nudged the doctor, who woke with a start taking the bowl with a nod of thanks.
"She woke up." Milan said quietly.
"And?"
"I thought she'd like some fruit...." He showed the bowl.
The doctor laughed, "Do you know what caused it?"
"No....but I'll ask. I just don't want to stress her out any more than I have to, or seem nosey. I wouldn't want to seem inhospitable....heaven forbid...."
"Milan, it was a freak occurance that you happen to find her, you're not having tea with her, dear boy."
Milan took a fork from the drawer and the doctor bagan to take in the fruit.
"what were you doing in the woods anyway?"
Milan paused. "Gin is sick again...So I went to see her, see if I could fix her up some camamile tea or perhaps read to her......Dr. Jakens, I'm a horrible brother."
Jakens set down the bowl, looking to his own empty cup, then back to Milan as he finished the sentance. "Rubbish, Milan. You're sister is a married woman. She has her husband to look after her....you're the only one in your family not married, they should be taking care of you."
"He's gone to war. I wouldn't want to intrude upon any of them, not when I can take care of myself."
"You have a young lady your bed...remember that." The doctor looked over his thin glasses, letting his brow wrinkle as he met Milan's blue eyes. A secret smile spread upon his aged lips.
"She's human....no....she looks human. She's no elf......The very idea, it's abusurd......I don't think she's even my type.....humbug, Doctor, humbug."
Milan turned away from the human doctor, Brife's bowl in his hand. "Will you check on her again? You're eyes have seen more than mine."
Dr. Jaken's stood slowly. "alright. I'll see if there's anything else I can do tonight. Though I truely believe that all there is to do is let her rest. Any poison would have killed her by now."
"thank you." Milan led the way to the small room which Brife rested in.
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Post by Super Awesome on Jun 8, 2007 13:09:34 GMT -5
Brife heard them enter the room, pulling the blankets down from over her eyes, and opened her mouth slightly before closing it agian and studying the man who now stood there. Milan stood to the side, an older man with glasses standing in the doorway. Brife nodded her head slightly in greeting, her eyes then going back to Milan. "Who's this?" She asked, her voice soft.
Before Milan had come in, Brife had been concentrating on her wound, trying to feel if there was anything she could do to it to make it heal quicker. She found nothing, the werewolves poisen had drained out, leaving her body weak from fighting it. Now, she knew if she had stopped sooner, and prevented the bloodloss, the poisen would be running in her veins. But then, she would have died if Milan had come across her at just the right time. A thought came to her mind out of no where.
"Where are my clothes?" She replied quickly, the thoughts of having no knives on her person sending a chill through her spine. At the time Milan had found her, she had at least seven on her, she really hadn't counted how many she had sewn into the coat.
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Post by writingwrongs on Jun 8, 2007 13:49:19 GMT -5
Milan offered the bowl of fruit to her.
"This is Dr. Jakens, he's here to check on you again. You're cloths are in a basket over here." He slid out a wicker basket from the other side of the small table. "Along with..." he swallowed, sound nervous again, "You're many blades."
Milan pushed the basket back, stepping back. Dr. Jakens kept his distance. "What caused such a cut?"
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Post by Super Awesome on Jun 8, 2007 13:53:47 GMT -5
Brife wrinkled her nose. "An umplesant creature of the woods." She replied, digging in the basket to check on her knives. Finding that they were all there, she smiled, and took the bowl of fruit from Milan. "Thanks." She ate a peice and then looked at the docter agian. "I usually get attacked farely often, especially since I killed his pack. What can I say, I get paid to do what I do, they shouldn't get all mad about it." Yawning, she drew one of her knives out, wittling on an apple slice. It began to take the shape of an animal. "I should be fine though. My blood has counteracted most of the poisen from his claws."
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Post by writingwrongs on Jun 8, 2007 14:02:27 GMT -5
The color drained from Milan's face faster than the water of his bath tub, which drained rather quickly. The plumbing of the house was a gift from a friend, and he took great care to keep it in good condition. Human plumbers wouldn't be around for near a hundred years, though Milan could wait the house could not.
Chewing his lip, his eyes wide, Milan whispered the words. "Pack?....Poisen?.....that cut's from a werewolf?"
"There's no such thing." Dr. Jakens scoffed.
"Doctor, I'm an elf. What makes you think werewolves don't exist?" Milan's voice squeeked.
"i've never seen one."
"You're human." Milan said in unison with Brife.
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Post by Super Awesome on Jun 8, 2007 14:08:17 GMT -5
Brife watched the docters face swarm with conflicting emotions. He realized what she said and looked at her.
"And you're not?" He asked, his eyes confused.
"Well... That's not really importent." Brife replied, playing with the covers absentmindedly. "Neither is the cut. I've healed from worse." She ate the apple peice she had been carving on, continuing on to a few grapes. She ignored the obvious stares she was getting from the two, pretending that the friut was the most interesting thing she had ever seen before. It really didn't matter who or what she was, the important thing was that she would have to get out of here eventually before one of her enemies hunted her down.
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Post by writingwrongs on Jun 8, 2007 14:15:49 GMT -5
Dr. Jakens and Milan stood in silence. After it had gotten to be too much, Milan spoke.
"I'll come and get you if anything happens. Thank you very much, doctor."
The doctor gave a slight gesture of objection but he looked in Milan's blue eyes, swirling with intellegence and thought. Dr. Jakens nodded his head at Milan, giving a whipser of thanks and left the room quickly.
The two were in the room alone.
"I didn't think you were human." Milan said quietly. "But I don't know what exactly you are. It doesn't matter....well....actually it might....I don't know what you like to eat or what could be harmful....we'll figure it out. Perhaps you should get some sleep. When you're done eating."
Milan stood, very very awkwardly in the middle of his room. He felt incredibly unwelcomed in hiw own home, a feeling that only this new stranger had given him to such an extream.
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Post by Super Awesome on Jun 8, 2007 14:22:16 GMT -5
Brife sighed. "It's not like I'm going to go crazy and kill you. I'm not a werewolf, or a vampire, so I'm not a danger to anyone." She yawned, not really noticing, and finished the bowl of fruit looking up at Milan. "Don't worry about the werewolf poisen in me. It won't have any effect. Certian... Properties of mine keep it from reacting right." Smiling softly, she held out the bowl, the light catching in it and directing it in her hair, making it shine. "Oh, and tell the docter I'm not going to go beserk and kill him would you?" When he took the bowl, she turned away, closing her eyes and pretending that she was going to sleep. Waiting until she heard the door close, Brife thought about her plan.
Turning back over in the bed, she kicked the covers off, grunting slightly at the pain in her side. She just had to make sure her muscles didn't go down the drain from being in bed. Swining her legs over the side of the bed, she pushed herself up, holding tightly to the bed post and moving around slightly. When her legs began to shake, she groaned, and fell back on the bed, touching her now throbbing side gently.
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Post by writingwrongs on Jun 8, 2007 14:51:27 GMT -5
A few days had passed since Milan's strange guest had arrived. Each day something happened, and she became stronger and stronger almost by the second.
September was begining to show it's colors and the weather becoming more chilly, though it was a warm day. Being nice in weather, he had all the windows opened, and sat at the kitchen table, thin glasses gracing his nose as he read a book, randomly putting notes in the page margins. He was interupted by a knock on the door.
"Ginafer!" Milan exclaimed at the young Elvan woman at his door. "Come in, sit down."
"Milan, please. It was just a cold, and the last thing you need to worry about." Gin came into the quant kitchen. She wore a blue and green dress of the time, her auburn curls tucked into her bonnet along with her gracefully pointed ears. Her face was thin, pale and tired, mirroring her brother's in a femanine manner.
Milan took a deep breathe, expecting the worst.
"Brother, they're going to distroy the city."
Silence fell over the room. Autumn's wind pulled upon the trees, taking a few leaves and spreading the crisp smell everywhere. Birds chripped outside, blissfully unaware of the events about to take place.
"What?" Milan whispered.
"They're going to distory the city of Atlanta, Milan. My city, my house, mother's china, my room, my bed. Oh, what are we going to do?" Gin burried her head in Milan's chest, tears streaming down her pretty brown eyes.
"Shh, shh. It's ok Gin. It's ok, I'll go over tomarrow and we'll pack everything away, we'll leave."
"Leave?" Gin pulled away, shocked. "Leave, we can't leave, aren't you going to fight?"
"Fight? Ginafer, I'm Milan, Milan the weak, Milan the whimpy little boy, Milan the scholar. I couldn't fight if .... if.... Just don't count on me to fight."
"You wont give your life for your sister?"
"I wont give my life up willingly when we both can live. A friend owes me a favor, we'll get a wagon and some ox, we'll leave and settle somewhere else."
"Oh Milan." Gin stormed out of the room, closing the door behind her. Milan sank back into his chair, burring his head into his hand. The warm breezes, the last of summer drifted in and out. Milan's ears twitched slightly, picking up faintly his sisters curses towards him. He understood her irrational thought prosses, though not able to agree with it. Nothing like this had ever come over him.
After a moment he whiped his cheecks, looking over his shoulder slightly and calling out. "Come in Brife, I know you're there."
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Post by Super Awesome on Jun 8, 2007 21:47:00 GMT -5
Brife slipped in the room. "You know you don't have to face your enemies to fight." She was twirlling a knife absentmindly. "But then, how many are there to kill?" Looking up she smiled slightly. "You're sister should have been a boy. She has a mouth like a sailor." Laughing, she pulled a chair to her, sitting backward on it. Leaning her head on the back, she looked at Milan. "You're not as wimpy as you say. You got me here. Alanta was far away from where I was at."
Brife was now dressed in her old clothes, a dark coat covering her arms, and her tight pants shaped her legs perfectly. Her hair fell down around her face wildly, unladylike. Her skin had a slight tan to it, for she had been outside alot lately. "So, what are you going to do about it? I'm not all that sure that she will let you take her away." Yawning once more, she sheathed her knife, slipping it back into her cloak. "I'll follow you whatever you decide." She smiled her half smile and went to the counter, taking an apple from a bowl there.
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Post by writingwrongs on Jun 8, 2007 23:29:01 GMT -5
"From what I understand I face an army." Milan said, sighing deeply. "You're welcome to be on your way whenever you wish, though I would wait a few days more if I were you. I really don't see why you would fallow me, though."
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Post by Super Awesome on Jun 8, 2007 23:38:41 GMT -5
"You saved my life, I have to repay the favor. Anyhow, you never know when you might need an assaisin." At her last words Gin stormed back in the room, stopping when she say her. "Well, hello, fair sister of my savior." Brife said cheerfully, leaning back in that tomboyish way. She drew her words out, making a slight accent to them.
The sister was very pretty, looking very much like Milan. You could tell they were siblings by their body work, also by the way they move, and especially by the frown that they both were now giving her. "Sorry sorry!" She held up her hands, still grinning.
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Post by writingwrongs on Jun 8, 2007 23:58:48 GMT -5
Milan looked to his sister. "Don't give me that look. What do need?" He held no malace in his voice, only his humble servatude.
"What if we organized a resitance. A whole army, Atlanta's big enough."
"With all the men gone?" Milan asked. "we'd have women and children out there with pots, pans, spoons, and forks!...And her."
He motioned to Brife, leaning in the door way.
"I doubt she could take on an army, Gin.....well...maybe if it were a small army....and she made a sour face.....if you made a sour face perhaps."
Gin did not seem at all pleased by this remark. She held herself very striaght, constrasting Milan's slight slouch.
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Post by Super Awesome on Jun 9, 2007 0:07:47 GMT -5
"Faimly problems amuse me slightly." Brife said lazily in the corner. "And you underestimate me. I'm a killer with knives." She smiled slightly, indicating the one strapped to her leg, the end sticking out of her pant legs slightly. "So, if you're the sister, and you're yelling at him, I suspect you're the younger one?" Once agian, she was examining a knife, a different one this time. Finding a spot, she frowned looking around for something to clean it off with. Grabbing a peice of cloth, she started to wipe it carefully. "I think, its blood from that werewolf. I could be wrong though." Looking up, she frowned agian. "Stand up straight Milan."
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