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Post by Dresden on Dec 4, 2015 7:04:31 GMT
"Please... Please..." Rowan whispers, tears blurring her vision before she clutches his shirt and buries her face in his chest with a strangled scream, growing hysterical "You.. You promised.. Why did you..."
Zale darts in, looking back over his shoulder as he hears the mob grow closer. "There's nothing we can do," he murmurs, then hearing the coughs, he whipped out an inhaler. It was thanks to the herbalist in town that he knew a little about her condition. "And you can't die yet."
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Post by Dia on Dec 4, 2015 7:12:29 GMT
"There's nothing we can do. And you can't die yet."
Head snapping up, Rowan looks at him with wide eyes before her gaze fills with tears again at the sight of the inhaler, hands still clutching Gerome's shirt "...Can't... Leave h.." she tries to get out, coughing in between words
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Post by Dresden on Dec 4, 2015 7:16:54 GMT
"...Can't... Leave h.."
He gestures with the inhaler, stepping closer. "We can't take him with us. If we had the means and the time, I'd help you carry him. But there's a group of bandits on their way here. I knew him," he gestures to Gerome, "and once I caught word about someone going to storm the place, I wanted to warn him. But now it's only you, and I have to get you out of here."
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Post by Dia on Dec 4, 2015 7:28:28 GMT
"We can't take him with us. If we had the means and the time, I'd help you carry him. But there's a group of bandits on their way here. I knew him, and once I caught word about someone going to storm the place, I wanted to warn him. But now it's only you, and I have to get you out of here."
Tears spilling over, Rowan trembles before she gets up and stumbles towards him, movement unsteady "Help..." she whispers, more coughs hitting her as she starts to topple into him, wrought with grief, barely able to see
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Post by Dresden on Dec 4, 2015 7:35:13 GMT
"Help..."
An arm reaches out and he catches her, holding the inhaler up. "Take this, it'll ease the attack." His gaze travels back to Gerome and he studies him a long moment as he also listens. "We'll come back when they leave," he murmurs to Rowan.
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Post by Dia on Dec 4, 2015 7:39:46 GMT
"Take this, it'll ease the attack. "We'll come back when they leave,"
Blinking to try and see, Rowan takes the inhaler and pushes it past her lips, hands shaking as she pushes the button, inhaling sharply. Feeling the attack start to subside she shakes her head at his statement, eyes dull, turning lifeless "I don't want to... I can't see him..." she whispers, voice breaking "Not like that. That's not him. Not Gerome."
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Post by Dresden on Dec 4, 2015 7:42:32 GMT
"I don't want to... I can't see him... Not like that. That's not him. Not Gerome."
"You're right," he murmurs, tucking the inhaler away. "It's not him." Zale steps over and grabs her shoes, bringing them over and re-situates his pack. "If there's anything important you need, grab it now. We have to leave in no more than two minutes. Understand?"
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Post by Dia on Dec 4, 2015 7:58:54 GMT
"You're right. It's not him. If there's anything important you need, grab it now. We have to leave in no more than two minutes. Understand?"
"I have a gun, and some money.. It's downstairs though, under a cracked tile..." Rowan whispers quietly, eyes dull as she slips her shoes on, hand grasping the edge of his sleeve lightly, doesn't even realize. Realization flashing across her face, she pauses "Wait... there's something else.. A book.."
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Post by Dresden on Dec 7, 2015 4:56:37 GMT
"I have a gun, and some money.. It's downstairs though, under a cracked tile... Wait... there's something else.. A book.."
"Then grab them, and make it quick," he says, though not harshly as he looks towards the doors. "They'll be here soon."
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Post by Dia on Dec 7, 2015 15:54:30 GMT
"Then grab them, and make it quick. They'll be here soon."
Nodding faintly, she grabs the book then walks to the door, stilling a few feet away. Lip trembling, her fist clenches before she runs downstairs, unable to make herself look back. Reaching the tile she kneels and drops the book with a soft thud, fingers prying at the corner of the floor, trying to get beneath it
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Post by Dresden on Dec 7, 2015 20:57:50 GMT
Zale watches her go, turning back and looking at Gerome. He steps over, eyeing him cautiously as his wrists burn dully. With careful hands, Zale rolls Gerome onto his side and pulls up the back of his shirt, jerking it back down as he steps back. The mark was pale, just like his had started months ago, and he realizes that Cael's information was not wrong.
"Looks like we'll be crossing paths again," he murmurs, turning sharply and trotting out of the room. "Even if I didn't ask for this." He pauses at the railing outside of the room and looks down, hearing the bandits closing in. He slides down the railing and finds Rowan, hurrying over to her side. "Need help?"
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Post by Dia on Dec 7, 2015 23:51:52 GMT
Fingertips when she finally gets the square up, she pulls out the backpack with the gun and money in it, making sure it's there before she shoulders it. Hearing a voice around the corner from her she stiffens, gaze dull as she looks in that direction
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Post by Dresden on Dec 8, 2015 0:47:09 GMT
When a reply doesn't come and he sees the pack, he nods then gesture for her to follow. "We're going out the roof. C'mon." He starts up the stairs, closing the door to Gerome's room as he passes, speeding up to a trot as he moved towards the towering book shelves.
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Post by Dia on Dec 8, 2015 2:29:24 GMT
Walking back up the stairs, Rowan follows him over to the shelves, muscles coiling at the sound of footsteps down below. Opening her mouth to warn her guide, she freezes, eyes going wide when pain shoots through her chest, screams, doubling over
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Post by Dresden on Dec 8, 2015 2:56:11 GMT
Zale whirls around as she screams, wincing and before reaching out to her. "Hey, what's--" a gunshot echoes and cuts him off and he swears. He was hoping to have gotten out before they got here. Quickly, he runs to where the catwalk meets the open area their in and he shoves a large bookcase over to block the way up, then hurries back to Rowan. He figures it'll at least buy them some time. "What's wrong?" he asks again, hesitant to touch her.
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