Sally (Baff no trip) 4 Jan 2016 9:59:21 AM No.41204721>>41206858
>>41204719 >It couldn't cover everything, but she'd applied it all in the right places and given Janet a fresh towel to dry off. Hopefully when she woke up she'd feel a little better, at least.
>Maybe some hot drinks for everyone would be a good idea.
>>41204717 >>41204719 >>41204721 >Dreams where always something quite odd by the definition that they were ideas or worlds made up entirely of the stuff that you invented. But even if everyone dreamed, and everyone dreamed in the same way, nobody dreamed quite the same way. For example, Janet's dreams always filled her with an inexplicable sense of nostalgic horror. No matter what she saw, or the landscape she came up with, all she would ever see was the erosion of of a world both alien and known to her.
>So when the young girl inevitably woke with a start to sit up naked in Sally's couch, Janet felt the complicated combination of feeling both relieved and disapointed that the dream hadn't lasted any longer.
>Not that the sentiment was anything new to her given how it repeated itself everytime she fell woke from a dream, but that didn't necessarily make it any less disconcerting for her.
Huh... weird.
>Looking down at herself and noticing that her wounds had been covered in some sort of salve, Janet smiled widely and congradulated herself on deciding to stop here for the night. Obviously she would have to pay Sally back for the service she'd performed but the mere fact that she'd done it without having been asked to cemeted her spot in Janet's heart as a good girl who'd help out in time of need.
Neat, gonna have to send something back as thanks.
Sally's House!pR.BaFF/uk 6 Jan 2016 8:20:18 PM No.41207391>>41207414
>>41206858 >Sadly, the girl was no-where to be seen. Were Janet to take a brief look around, she'd notice a somewhat fresh bowl of cut fruit ready to eat should she need sustenance. A similar bowl was placed in the other room, seemingly for the young man in the bed who she was also treating.
Uugh... ack.
>Who seemed to be waking up, himself. His voice called out from the other room, somewhat weakly but well enough to be heard clearly.
Where am I? Is this... Sally's place? How did I... agh, it stings...
>From the shuffling around, he seemed to be getting up, followed by the heavy beats of footsteps on the wooden floor. A stumble here or there, but he managed to make it to the bowl, coming into full view of the red-haired girl. He stood around six or so feet in height, with dark, messy hair and a body covered in bandages, wrapped around him from his head to his feet. Thankfully Sally had at least provided him with some decency, a pair of scruffy shorts covering a decent enough amount of his lower portion.
>A smile on his face, he reached down toward the fruit. After such a long rest he felt hungry, but he'd soon find his body wasn't in an agreeable state. Suddenly recoiling, his arm stinging in pain, he gave a light whimper before checking the bandage, trying to stifle the burning throb. It seemed like he'd been through something rather hellish recently.
>Forcing a turn, it was only then that he spotted Janet and her feline companion, blinking for a moment at her before realising that she, too, was in a similar state. Yet, when he saw her, something odd seemed to come to mind.
>>41207391 >As the wounded young man stumbled into the room, Janet made a move to cover herself up with whatever cushions or blankets were available. A wounded man wasn't anything new to Janet, she'd seen plenty in her everyday life and helped some achieve that state though not always for good very reasons. What was new however, was the way he stared at her with open mouthed amazement. It wasn't often that men looked at Janet with anything but puzzlement, anger, or fear but what she read in his expression was nothing less than amazement.
>Now, that a man would naturally stare at a young nubile child's naked form with amazement would normally be cause for alarm but before Janet might have a chance to call him out on his questionable tastes in women, the man said something quite a bit more interesting by asking her something nobody else ever had.
meow...?
No no, I don't think so.
>Janet answered with a tone seeped in interest even as she stood up and wrapped herself in a blanket; eyes alight with a mischief.
Richard!pR.BaFF/uk 6 Jan 2016 8:45:16 PM No.41207440>>41207477
>>41207414 >Was she talking to the cat...? Weird. The longer he stood there, looking out into the room, the more his sense of reality started to claw back into being. At the young girl's question, however, he took another hard stare, as though looking for something he'd seen before but was fading with every passing moment, leaving both his sight and his memory.
Before, I could've sworn I saw... colours. Far too bright and vibrant to be anything real... but if it wasn't real, then how could I have...?
>A headache quickly came over him, causing him to stumble slightly to the side and become forced to lean on the doorway for support. One of his bandages slipped from his body, revealing one of his injuries - the kind of wound that no man nor beast could inflict.
>His chest seemed to be covered in a plague of sorts, darkened skin to the point of being near colourless, yet at the same time nearly every colour - a wound that even when looked at seemed to feel more real than the world itself.
>With the pain now fresh in his mind, his gaze toward the girl shone with that same fleeting recognition, a look of both amazement and horror in his face.
>>41207440 >Watching the wounded man with a keen interest, Janet smiled and walked towards him, turning around and around him, inspecting parts and pieces of his body, even going so far as to make an "oooooooooh" sound when the slip of bandage revealed the wounds of too many colors. Smiling widely, Janet picked up the small white kitten Aerth and smiled mischievously at the man, shifting her weight from one foot to the next.
Who... me?
Nah, I wouldn't follow some dude, not my style and it'd be boring to wait around and watch over some sleeping guy for so long.
Nonono, what I'm here for and what's gotten you banged up with more colors than a mandrake venom rainbow don't have anything to do with one another... probably.
Say, when you saw colors, was Octarine one of them? Oh, oh, what about Rubirocous? What about Shershimeran?
Of the colors that aren't, those happen to be my favorite!
Richard!pR.BaFF/uk 6 Jan 2016 9:41:03 PM No.41207514>>41207555
>>41207477 I only remember Pertin, Clousarin and Klandestine, oh! And Unda- aaaaAAAAAHH!
>What was going on!? His head suddenly burst into searing pain as he tried to recollect his time in the world that wasn't, the vibrant wonders and things seen but unseen, passing him by as though they had not a single care. Then there were the things that didn't ignore him. The shadows. The creeping dark, the twisting horror that turned from dark to light, to a bright blue, to orange and white, back to an aqua colour and finally into a single, solid tangerine that looked so supple that it may as well have been ripe from the bosom of a tree. Perhaps that hadn't been a single thing at all, was he even seeing straight?
>The laughter, oh the laughter. First it was funny, and he laughed too, but they toyed with him like a doll, poking and prodding through his body like it wasn't there at all, and oh how he screamed, but they just kept laughing, genuinely laughing like it was fun, like it was okay. Was it okay? They were laughing, why shouldn't he laugh too?
No, no, no, it's a bad place, a bad place, I don't understand, please let me go..!
>His hands gripped his eyes as though he intended to tear them out, nails digging into the bandages around them. Only through real pain did he manage to bring himself back to where he was, to the room with the young girl and the cat, staring at her just as he had when he'd first woken up.
Oh... oh you poor thing. Born into this world with a broken wing...
>Reaching toward her with his bloodied, bandaged body, his eyes seemed to show an odd, sorrowful understanding before the emotion in them faded entirely, returning to an odd stare of amazement and a slight quirk of the brow, moving back to the doorway to lean his weak body on it.
>Stepping away from the bloody outreached hand, Janet looked blankly at the wounded man in front of her, noting without sympathy or fear that his reactions were completely cyclical. The man would either get better or die but either way, he wouldn't be having a good time about it.
Welp, someone fell down a well and broke both their legs.
Could be worse though, you could have fallen and broken your neck, s'what happens to most people.
>That being said, Janet sighed and grabbed the man's hand, tugging at his arm to move him back to his bed. Whatever he was going through wouldn't be helped with him just standing around and gaping at some naked girly he just met.
Alright, time to get you back in bed, if anything good's 'gonna happen to you, it ain't gonna be by clawing your eyes out.
Richard!pR.BaFF/uk 7 Jan 2016 7:35:09 PM No.41208790>>41209358>>41209381
>>41207555 Wha..? But, I... well, I guess...
>He couldn't think straight, it was all morphing into some kind of strange blur. Stumbling back into the bedroom / kitchen area, he made his way over to the chair in front of the bowl of chopped fruit, simply sitting down in it regardless of whether Janet was tugging him or not.
Looks so good...
>At any rate, his body likely needed some sort of sustenance. Sally was a decent young medic, but she couldn't feed a man who was unconscious. She likely didn't even know what was wrong, stuck trying to treat a man whose wounds were a danger to her even though she had no idea how to help.
>Richard, meanwhile, cluelessly ate the fruit, as though simply obeying instinct whilst his mind attempted to sort through what was real and what was not.
>>41208790 >Turning her back to the madman in the room, Janet looked down at the small white kitten on the floor and sighed exasperatedly to herself. Normally Janet wouldn't even consider helping someone out like this for free, after all it went against everything that she stood for. But, given that Sally had helped her out in her time of need and offered her a roof over her head, it was then the least that she could do to help her the friend she was nursing back to health lead a normal life.
Well that guy 's screwed in sideways down the wrong track.
Think you can do anything for him?
meow
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>>41209358 >>41208790 >Softly pacing over to the sitting man whose mind was being torn asunder by knowledge and perspectives that no man should ever possess anymore, the small white kitten mewed loudly as it rubbed up along the man's leg before pouncing away back towards Janet. To the world at large, nothing would have happened at all except that a small kitten had rubbed up on a young man's leg. But to those who could see and understand such things, the kitten rubbed up on a man's leg and burst with a vivid flash of Octarine light as memories and perceptions flowed from the man to the kitten. A simple trick that, to take from something from someone's inner world yet it was one that most people forgot how to accomplish. Fooled by the aparent solitude of their inner turmoils, the younger races thought that if it was on the inside then it couldn't be taken. For services like Aerth had performed, normally a high price would be paid but, in this particular circumstance, Sally had already provided more than suitable payment for the young man's treatment.
Richard!pR.BaFF/uk 9 Jan 2016 12:02:15 AM No.41210711>>41219426
>>41209358 >>41209381 >Right before their eyes, a man who was once in agony seemed to be restored in his entirely. There was a look of realisation to his face, his body language expressing not the twitching and fumbling of a madman, but of someone in control again, someone back where they belonged. What was once confused and lost was now steadfast and sturdy, yet also exhausted.
>Looking around himself, he recognised the room - this was Sally's house, or rather the shed belonging to her late parents. He'd been staying here a lot of late, looking after her just as she'd done for him back then.
I... made it back?
>All he could remember was running from the axes, his own blade in hand. There were so many of them, burning the fields, he'd gone out to fight them, but he didn't stand a chance. Then there was another man... dark-skinned yet light-haired, a blade in each hand, standing steadfast amidst the flames. He'd been told to run, to get to safety, and so he ran - it didn't matter in what direction he went.
>And then he was here. What in the world happened...?
>Looking around a little more, he spotted Janet and the cat, but this time made sure to avert his gaze as soon as he noticed Janet was in the buff, aside from some wound treatment.
Whoa! Careful where you walk like that! You might re-open those... jeez, everyone around here's getting caught out these days. You're another patient of Sally's, right? Must've been real desperate to crawl here for help... but she's a good kid. You alright now?
>The entire time he spoke to her, he didn't look at her - though it wasn't out of any sort of recognition of fear of doing so, it was simply out of politeness. It seemed he really was back to the sort of person who'd never been to another realm, and he was all the better for it.
>>41210711 >Smiling gently at the man whose mind and soul had been returned to him, Janet picked up the small kitten at her feet and plopped it down on her drape covered shoulder. Wild magic was a funny and indescribable thing that most men would never understand or ever conceptualize as a theoretical proper type of magic, let alone a force that could shape the world. Yet, like the stage crew operating just behind the scenes, the ways of old continued the mold and move everyday events of the world on a scale comparable to the way the moon brought on the tides of the sea.
Oh don't you worry about me Richard, I'll be just fine.
You, on the other hand, are more than a lil' confused and prone to severe headaches for the next few years.
>With twirl, Janet skipped away from the man she and her kitten had saved, the both of them busying themselves with the task of finding Janet's clothes and preparing all her stuff to go. Which, given that her abandoned pack and clothes had been neatly laid aside for her to find at her leisure was very easy for the pair. Once she was fully dressed once more and had her pack securely tied to her shoulders, Janet approached Richard once more with a skip in her step.
Now listen here, you tell Sally when you see her that you're my payment to her for being so kind to me. Don't stare at rainbows for too long or your eyes might start bleeding. Don't go walking into Knotbark groves like a lilly livered idiot. And never go running through the halls of your house when holding a pair of scissors. You got all that? Good!
>Convinced that her trade with Sally was concluded in a fair and honest way even if the other party never got a say in the matter, Janet nodded to the man before her, turned around, and walked out of the house without so much as a goodbye. Telling the people what she had done would only engender confusion, fear, and possibly diarrhea. Staying for breakfast would only make her debt to Sally grow larger still and a heartrending goodbye would only lead to the small redhead saying something inappropriate about her host's blatant desires to pork the bun with her former patient. AND SO, leaving like a savage was concluded as being the best way to exit that particular scene. Trotting down the village's lemon saturated streets, Janet eventually came up to the train station where she sat her small but down on one of the dock's benches and patiently waited for her ride back to Kingsmeet.