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« Reply #26 on: April 26, 2010, 07:13:45 AM » |
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Calet sat in a small chair that the man who had rescued him sat in while he wept for his daughter, just in case something had happened to her and her life would have ended. The same chair that that man had used for sadness Calet now used for an combination of anxiety and depression. He had failed in his sworn duty to protect the family, he was certain they would have been killed as the palace collapsed. The room in which they sat and slept would have been the first room to go, the large room didn't have a lot of supports, leaving the center of the room in which they sat subject to collapse. A large tower used by the king and queen as their bed sprouted out of the palace from he roof just above the chamber. Calet did not see that tower as he peeked outside when he found the tentacles sprouting out of the ground beside the crumbling palace. He wished for the family to be OK and that they had made it out of the palace before the final crack that sent a vast majority of the palace to crumble. The only room left being the library, the convenient location, laying behind the palace, left it out of the way of the shock, the walls before it absorbing the entirety of the blast unleashed by the attacking force. It should be lucky enough to receive only a few cracks and broken windows. Perhaps the family had made it there. Maybe the several Honor Guards sent to retrieve the family were lucky enough to make it to the library.
It was then Calet began to think of his fellow Honor Guards, how many of them made it out alive? Calet was a realist, he knew not everybody could have made it out alive but at least majority of his friends would have survived the ordeal. Hopefully Graz and the girl were amongst the those who survived. He knew of two Honor Guards who had made it out alive with him, and they were on the floor in front of him, one of them slowly losing his life; and now one of those two was waking up, surely in a panic.
"Calet?" Fan looked around hastily. "Calet, I'm blind!" She screamed. "I can't see!"
Calet broke out of his daze, putting the weight of his lose aside to help Fan. He got out of the chair and moved across the room quickly, upon reaching her he knelt to one knee and held both sides of her face. "Fan, you can hear me, right?"
She quickly nodded her head.
"The blindness is only temporary, Fan. Your vision will come back shorty."
As Calet attempted to calm her down the man had returned. Hastily moving through the door. He stopped and looked at the scene, terror drawn on the woman's face. "Is she a'right?"
Calet looked at the man then back to Fan. "She'll be fine." He ran his hand through her short hair and stood up, turning to the man who had saved all of them. "Was your friend home."
The man shook his head, a small frown lining his face. "He had 'vacuated with the rest of the district, mayhap the rest of the city." He said worriedly. "He took as much as he could before he left. too. All I could find was some smelling salts."
Calet reached his hand to the man, his palm facing up. "That's perfect. Please hand them to me, time is a factor." The man handed Calet a large bag, as he received it he estimated it to weight at least three pounds. "You may have taken too much, such large doses are fatal."
Calet regarded the mans look of anxiety and knelt down next to Thomas, he turned his head towards Fan. Her eyes moving around the room in a lost gaze. "Hows your vision, Fan?"
She shot her head in his direction, smiling faintly. "It's coming back, Calet. Just worry about Thomas."
Calet looked back to their unconscious friend, placing his on on his wrist. A faint pulse. not much weaker than the last time he checked it five minutes ago. He placed the bag beside him and grabbed Thomas, dragging him gently over by the wall. He placed his hand in between his shoulders and sat him upright, placing him against the wall. He spun around on his knee to grab the bag of salts that lay behind him, grabbed it, and spun around again to face Thomas. "I need a something flat." He told the man.
The man left the room at once, the sounds of rummaging began. This lasted only momentarily before the man returned with a single sheet of paipis*. He handed it to Calet, nodding his head as he did so. Calet opened the bag slowly, keeping his hands as far from his face as he did so, he did not want to breath such a strong dosage of these salts. His nose would sting for days and such an ailment would not be acceptable to Calet. "Hold the paipis, Achten." He told the man. who moved quickly in grabbing the paipis. "Hold it flat, but keep it far from your nose and eyes."
The man did so, mimicking Calet's caution. Calet tipped the bag slightly, allowing for a small mound to build. He put down the bag and took the paipis from the man, slowly moving it side-to-side, flattening the mound and spreading it over the surface. He nodded to the man, who nodded back and observed as Calet slowly moved the salts towards Thomas' nose. He stopped and looked at the man, who regarded him with a confused look. "I need you to hold his wrist and check his pulse while I this, please." He stated. The man nodded and did as Calet requested, the faint, slow pulse beating under his figures.
Calet moved the salts closer to Thomas' nose, keeping a fair distance between his nose and the salts. He looked to the man who simply shook his head slowly. His worried face never leaving Thomas'. His pulse grew no stronger. Calet moved the salts closer and looked at the man again. He still shook his head slowly, his breather growing more noticeable and heavy. Surely he would not have the misfortune to witness the death of the most pretentious guards in the entire city, that would not help his moral, nor his mentality.
"Hold the paipis
TL;DR. It's half of my recent RP post.
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