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Post by Satarel on Apr 10, 2013 13:24:42 GMT -6
Satarel tilts his head to one side slowly and crosses his arms. "Am I now infected with some noxious disease?" He asks softly. "I do hope not. It would be most inconvenient. Nearly as troublesome as moving the patient here. Perhaps the doctor would prefer to accompany me to the patient?" His tail twitches once or twice, but his face remains set.
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Post by Skalp on Apr 10, 2013 22:39:39 GMT -6
The fleshless Nightmare rests his head in his hands and shakes it hopelessly.
“What a wonderful idea!” Skalp exclaims jumping up and down with glee. “Absolutely perfect! Doubly goods seeing that Belladonna's already here.” The excitable demonling fluidly leaps up onto Thurston's desk, the tips his toes sinking into the glass as if it where soft cheese. “I've got you now you old horse! You know you couldn't keep me in here forever.” the eyeless apothecary snaps his fingers together happily, producing a shower of fae sparks. “Nurse! Fetch me my tool kit, and bring the wrench.”
A pasty white face appears over Satarel's shoulder, that of a young girl, her cheeks still plump with baby fat. “Yes doctor,” she affirms pleasantly from her too small mouth before fading away, the disembodied face decaying rapidly and crumbling into dust.
Skalp flows back down to the demoncat's feet, the hem of his long coat swept back like a cape. Bowing apologetically he explains to Satarel “Pardon us please, that was Belladonna, my-”
“-Body guard.” Thurston laments his mane burning low.
“-Nurse, actually. As for diseases, I wouldn't know. How about I give you a check up while we're on our way? You may have a acquireds a slight biological dependency on my Nurse tho. I wouldn't worrys too much about it, I have plenty of trial drugs ready to wean you off her.” His cowl glitters sharply in the Medica's gloomy light. “If you start showing any symptoms, that is.”
((Skalp joined your party!))
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Post by Satarel on May 18, 2013 10:50:10 GMT -6
Satarel's tail twitches back and forth as he watches Skalp and Thurston. However at Belladonna's sudden appearance he tenses, all the fur on his body standing on end as he spins away from the spot where she was just in time to see her face decay. He doesn't answer for a few moments while his fur slowly settles back down. He slowly turns his head to look at Skalp and glares at him before replying through gritted teeth.
"I see."
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Post by Skalp on May 21, 2013 6:54:29 GMT -6
Tapping out a rapid beat with the pin tips of his fingers against the side of his head, the demon doctor impatiently awaits it's nurse's return. Seizing hold of the opportunity, Thurston stiffly leans over the desk to hand Satarel the revised document.
“Most respectable sir,” the Nightmare's voice crackles like a burning cinder softly in the devils cat's ears. “I worry the Master may take his... err... time returning to us. A warning for you-”
A tall and shapely woman stumbles from the Medica's waiting room carrying a large leather bag. She shuffles forward slowly on a pair of high heels, seemingly on the verge of loosing balance. Skalp waves her over eagerly “Nurse! At last. Let us be off!”
“-Fear, aggression, sorrow. Keep him away from these. They are considered symptoms of illness.”
Belladonna's alabaster complexion was offset by vibrant red lipstick, a red heart perfectly applied to her small lips. Perfectly but for one small flaw, a smear on the corner of her mouth. The nurse's uniform was of the one-piece dress variety, buttoned down the left breast and just too tight to be practical. A scarf of loose skin gathered around the baby fat of her neck, opening and closing slowly, until it was clear Belladonna's head sprouted from the still living mouth of her host.
“Yes doctor.” The construct replies, face a statue of sleeping serenity even as her body awkwardly attends Satarel's side.
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Post by Satarel on Jun 10, 2013 20:32:13 GMT -6
Satarel groans softly at Thurston's warning and presses a hand to his forehead. "Well, I will do my best."
He glances askance at Belladona. "Doctor would you please have your nurse refrain from such...sudden, coming and going inside my place of business. You must be discreet there." He shifts his shoulders stretching a little. "If there's nothing else, I suppose we can go?"
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Post by Skalp on Jun 11, 2013 5:18:15 GMT -6
“Hmm…” the demonling looks up distractedly from digging around in it’s bag, disturbingly similar to a worm through rich soft earth.
“Oh yes, discreet of course” he quips brightly, the devilcat flashing briefly across the featureless half of his face. “Never fear! She is firmly contained by her hosts. Isn’t that right girls?”
The scarf of loose flesh around Belladona’s neck stirs silently, as if disturbed by an impossible breeze in the still, tomblike air of the Medica. Her pasty, childlike face smiles sweetly, too sweetly. Over ripe. “Yes doctor.”
“There you see? Perfectly discreet.” Skalp snaps the leather case shut and ushers the nurse and Satarel over. “Goodbye Thurston,” he waves, the gesture of farewell cutting the air with his figures. “And keeps the gardeners pruning round the clock. Hell’s ecosystem isn’t competitive enough yet.”
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