Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Apr 17, 2009 19:49:28 GMT -5
*Unlocking the door with a bit of effort, especially having to balance Richard, Beatrice urged the mass of bodies inside the single room and onto the bed.*
"There now." *Her eyes scanned him as she moved to light a lamp to examine him better.*
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Post by Richard III on Apr 19, 2009 2:41:04 GMT -5
Richard was breathing heavily now, his eyes somewhat wild as he surveyed the room, almost suspiciously. There was a new scar at his temple, and he seemed unwilling or unable to move his limbs on his own. He just lay there, half propped-up and pale.
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Apr 20, 2009 9:27:14 GMT -5
*Beatrice sighed heavily, pulling up the lone chair to the side of the bed and hunkering down in it.*
"So what be your complaint, my lord? Dost thou find my accommodations so repugnant?"
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Post by Richard III on Apr 20, 2009 9:42:20 GMT -5
He blinked slowly at her. Could she not tell his complaint? Was she so obstinate, she could not admit the suffering of others.
"Do not mock me, lady, whilst I lie so ill," he cried. "Surely you are not so heartless as to deny the severity of my condition, not that I am in your power."
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Apr 20, 2009 10:00:46 GMT -5
"Condition, my lord?" *Beatrice softened only slightly, leaning forward to examine him. Perhaps she'd missed something. It wouldn't do to have him bleeding out all over her bed. Sure he'd been a pain to get here, but there weren't many times she could remember him being anything else.*
"Perhaps you might aid in my study, that I might be more able to set it right." *She offered, more helpful than sarcastic.*
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Post by Richard III on Apr 20, 2009 10:13:54 GMT -5
Richard was worried enough not to be looking for sarcasm.
"Why, lady, I am crippled!" he said. "It is one thing to overlook, for modesty's sake, the deformities with which I have been plagued. But to ignore the utter waste to which I have been laid, my limbs useless and mangled, my body ravaged, is sheer effrontery!"
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Apr 20, 2009 13:28:41 GMT -5
*Beatrice brought the lamp closer, worry in her brow as she moved to examine him. Her hands hovered precariously for a moment before she shut her eyes briefly. Taking a breath, she began to feel his legs cautiously. She wasn't certain what she was looking for, but if he was that plagued, she figured it would be relatively obvious.*
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Post by Richard III on Apr 20, 2009 13:42:10 GMT -5
There was nothing wrong with Richard's body that had not been wrong before, but in his mind he was utterly convinced that his worst fears had come to pass.
"Do ye not see?" he demanded, though his demand was driven by panic, not self-importance. "As if one hand and one foot were not enough of a curse, I have been struck down altogether."
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Apr 20, 2009 15:26:02 GMT -5
*Beatrice frowned, looking back to Richard.*
"My lord, I..." *Her eyes narrowed shrewdly. How cruel he was to abuse her intelligence.*
"By what means did you come by your new injuries?"
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Post by Richard III on Apr 20, 2009 15:40:51 GMT -5
"You may count yourself fortunate that you arrived too late to witness it," he said, shuddering. "The hellspawn'd beast that emerged from the fray, emitting... some sort of noxious fumes. It was those, methinks, that did this. Some corrosive vapor."
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Apr 21, 2009 8:43:07 GMT -5
*Beatrice pursed her lips, unsure what to make of this farce. But the lack of knowledge left her ill armed to battle him with wits. What purpose was there in this farce.*
"Then might it not be best for you to rest, my lord?" *She offered, a tiredness tempered with gentleness in her voice.*
"Might see you fitter for it in the morning."
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Post by Richard III on Apr 21, 2009 9:24:13 GMT -5
But Richard was not engaging her in the manner she suspected, and the look he gave her was absurdly grateful.
"Yes," he said, though he had no hope rest would set right his limbs. "Yes, things will... a plan can be made... You speak true, milady."
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Apr 21, 2009 13:21:39 GMT -5
*What was he up to? It set Beatrice on edge. He'd never play at it like this. Not with...mock gratitude.*
"Then sleep." *She stated, lost for what else to say. How was she supposed to banter in answer? Perhaps that was the whole point. She stood, walking to the small window, peering out into the darkness.*
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Post by Richard III on Apr 21, 2009 14:01:52 GMT -5
Richard would have guessed sleep impossible, had he been asked point blank about it. But the day(s?) had taken it's toll, and after a few minutes--during which he absently, but it must be said admiringly, watched Beatrice's back--he dozed off, sinking quickly into a deep sleep.
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Apr 21, 2009 14:08:39 GMT -5
*That was just the thing, wasn't it? She'd taken the effort to help him, and he'd left her no where to sleep. After a half an hour or so she sat again, dozing until the gray morning light started to creep into the room. Arching her back, she stood and began to fuss with her hair, doing what she could to make the best of it.*
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