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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 10, 2008 0:17:36 GMT -5
Walter sunk to his knees, defeated. He watched the Priest flee through blurred eyes. The pain was intense. With his good arm, he grabbed for some linens and wrapped the wound. He placed the hand in a tub of cold water before gathering some gauze and giving the stub a proper bandage.
He'll be back again. It's not safe for me here, not in this condition.
He stubbornly, slowly packed what little he had back into bags. He then searched the bathroom and found some gauze, and gave the stub some proper bandages. Checking on the hand, he saw that the blood had drained, most of the tissue had died, and the hand was salvageable. He slunk into a chair, sobbing a bit too loudly.
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Post by Dewshine on Jun 10, 2008 0:31:58 GMT -5
*Dewshine woke up from her slumber when she heard.... sobbing? There was something familiar with the voice. Oh, yeah. It was Monsieur Dornez.
Strange, I had never thought he was a wimp.
She jumped out of bed, fully dressed. Then she snuck out of her room and knocked carefully on the door to his room.*
"Monsieur Dornez? Are you OK?"
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 10, 2008 11:33:33 GMT -5
((He's not a wimp. His HAND is gone))
Walter's entire body tensed at the knock, but relaxed a bit when he realized, foolishly, that Anderson would not be knocking. He wiped his watery eyes and tried his best to hide his bandaged hand under the desk that accompanied the chair he sat in. His voice was weak.
"Come in."
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Post by Dewshine on Jun 10, 2008 11:40:37 GMT -5
((Ewwwwww. Gross. )) *Dewshine entered the room. Her eyes widened in surprise. It looked like a tornado had passed through the room, and there were bloodstains everywhere.* "Allmighty high ones! What has happened here?" *She exclaimed in horror.*
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 10, 2008 12:01:08 GMT -5
"Oh, dear, do not fret. I was merely visited by an old friend and things got slightly out of hand." Walter smiled, still hiding his arm. He didn't want her to know.
"It's alright, I'll clean it up in the morning. Why don't you go get some sleep, dear?"
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Post by Dewshine on Jun 10, 2008 12:15:21 GMT -5
*Dewshine was perhaps young, but she was by no means stupid. She quickly noticed that all his personal stuff was gone from where they had been during her last visit. And next to him were some bags, neatly packed. She also noticed he was hiding his arm. With other words he was lying to her. She went off like a rocket. * "Listen up, GRANDPA!! You may think you're smart, but I am no fool! I belong to a tribe of warriors, and I have seen enough battles to know that this much blood everywhere does not happen when you cut yourself shaving." *She looked at him again, her eyes dark, sparkling and stormy. She collected air deep down her lunges and yelled from the top of her voice.* "WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE? ??"
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 10, 2008 12:26:39 GMT -5
((Grandpa? Ouch))
Walter became irritated.
"It is none of your concern, young elf. I ask you not to meddle in that which you know nothing about."
With his good hand, he took a small bag of money out of his coat pocket and set it on the desk, while he pulled his severed arm from hiding and placed the stump into his other pocket, hoping she wouldn't notice the bandage as he did so.
"The money is for you. It is your payment for your employment with me. I'm afraid I have to leave you now. Do not bother asking where I will go, I will not tell you."
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Post by Dewshine on Jun 10, 2008 12:33:28 GMT -5
((Dewshine has a temper when she gets mad, like for example when someone is lying to her )) *Dewshine looked at him with eyes darkening. The thunderclouds above her head were almost visible, that's how angry she became at this moment.* "DAMMIT WALTER!!! I DON'T WANT YOUR BLASTED MONEY! JUST STOP LYING TO ME!!!" *She was so furious the earth started trembling slightly under her feet.*
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 10, 2008 15:50:24 GMT -5
Walter could see she was a changed woman. He hated lying but thought he was protecting her. He sighed and lowered his head so he didn't have to look her in the eye.
"I was attacked by a man who works for an opposing organization. I assure you, he will be back. It is safter for you if you just forget you knew me. I must leave this place and prepare for his return."
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Post by Dewshine on Jun 10, 2008 15:58:56 GMT -5
*Dewshine was speechless. First the jerk talked about liking her. Then, when he had fever almost said he loved her. And now he wanted to leave. Her temper got the worst of her. Luckily for Walter she was only a mixture between child and woman, her strength not fully developed. For her reaction was to slap his face with her palm, as hard as she possibly could.
There was a lot of feelings behind this blow. Frustration, rage, almost hatred. But most of all disappointment.*
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 10, 2008 16:04:30 GMT -5
Walter took the blow without reaction. It stung greatly, but he deserved it. He knew he was hurting her. But this was less than what would happen if he allowed her to help. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, that he wanted to keep her safe, that he needed her. But he didn't want to involve the young girl in something that could kill her. He decided if she hated him, his leaving would hurt her less.
"Is that all you've got?"
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Post by Dewshine on Jun 10, 2008 16:11:04 GMT -5
*Dewshine looked at him. Her bright blue eyes filled with tears, and there suddenly was an adorable pout in her full lips. Her golden curls were shining like a halo. A teardrop trickled down her cheek and she threw herself around his neck and started crying. Her tiny shoulders were shaking in heartbreaking sobs.*
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 10, 2008 16:24:31 GMT -5
Walter was completely caught off guard. He embraced the girl and allowed her to cry. He hugged her harder and harder the more she sobbed, the more he longed to just take her with him. Finally, he gently pushed her away and had her sit in front of him. He replaced his severed stub into his pocket and held her hand in his as he spoke.
"I work for a corporation that hunts and destroys the monsters and beasts that roam this earth. I was here to investigate rumors of a vampire hiding in the local opera house, but I see now there are many more dangers to be taken care of, such as the Diablos that attacked you and I in the cellars. Now, the Escariot Organization, a brutal rival of Hellsing, has gotten wind that I am here and they have sent their best weapons, Father Alexander Anderson, to murder me. I was able to defend myself this time, but he's weakened me deeply."
He finally showed her the bandaged stub where his hand used to be.
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Post by Dewshine on Jun 10, 2008 16:29:38 GMT -5
*Dewshine looked up at him, with wondering eyes.*
"If your missing hand weakens you, why don't you just put it back on? You could go see a healer or a witch with resurrection powers..."
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 10, 2008 17:03:06 GMT -5
"I'm afraid it's not that simple, Dewshine. If I were aware that you were healing me before, after the fight in the cellar, I would have stopped it. I hope you understand when I don't tell you all the details, but suffice to say, I'm cursed, and when I'm given an unfair advantage, like healing, I'm also weakened. In time, I will find a way to do without my hand, but it must be without magic, without spells."
He took a breath. His bandages needed to be changed again.
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