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Post by Sarah on Aug 30, 2011 23:06:49 GMT -5
The White Queen narrowed her eyes, and thinking quickly, she wound an arm around Michelle's waist in order to better help her stay standing.
"This is more serious than I thought. We need to move faster. Hang on a moment."
Yes, she could be a bit flighty in this form, but she understood serious and reacted accordingly.
She cast a spell that teleported them directly to her lab.
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Post by Michelle on Aug 31, 2011 2:22:35 GMT -5
Michelle blinked as the dust cleared, and she simply stood staring around her taking her surroundings in:
A hotel room.
It looked enough like an ordinary one (well, an up-scale ordinary one), but that assessment ended as the woman in white led her into the kitchen, which had been converted into a makeshift laboratory. It wasn't the stereotypical lab one would expect of a mad scientist, it seemed a bit more archaic than that, with various bits and bobs of plant and...animal?...matter scattered about on the counters.
And there was an honest-to-goodness cast iron cauldron sitting right smack in the middle of it all.
"You're kidding, right?"
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Post by Sarah on Sept 4, 2011 17:03:40 GMT -5
She glanced back at Michelle and raised an eyebrow.
"Why, no. I most certainly don't kid about the healing arts!"
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Post by Michelle on Sept 4, 2011 21:21:50 GMT -5
"You have a cauldron. And a lab." She responded flatly.
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Post by Sarah on Sept 9, 2011 14:04:42 GMT -5
She pouted prettily.
"Of course I do. It would be impossible to conduct such business without them! I assure you, I am as capable as those in a hospital."
She pulled out a chair as she spoke, and gestured for Michelle to sit.
"Please. Let me help."
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Post by Michelle on Sept 9, 2011 14:06:38 GMT -5
Several different arguments sprang to mind, but Michelle sighed and sat down. She wasn't a contentious sort of person, and the strange woman had known about the werewolf while also being able to avoid it. She obviously knew something of the supernatural.
"All right. Do what you can."
Anything to keep her main gun arm from being ruined forever.
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Post by Sarah on Sept 10, 2011 2:24:03 GMT -5
Nodding, she gently took Michelle's injured arm in her hands and examined it closely. The wound looked nasty on the surface, but surprisingly it wasn't as deep as all of the blood had made it seemed. Even better, using her witchsight, the White Queen could see that Michelle had not been infected with lycanthropy.
"You won't turn wolfish once a full moon," she declared, straightening up. "And, it's not as bad as it seems and you should get full use of your arm back in time."
With that, she started bustling about the lab.
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Post by Michelle on Sept 10, 2011 2:28:20 GMT -5
"Good," Michelle said firmly, nodding.
Although if asked, she wouldn't have been able to say which thing had worried her most--becoming a beast, or having a mangled arm.
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Post by Sarah on Sept 10, 2011 13:49:55 GMT -5
She worked quickly, but efficiently, softly humming to herself as she bustled about the room. To all appearances, the ingredients that she was throwing into a bubbling pot looked like part of a stereotypical witch's brew. After a moment of stirring murmuring of strange words under her breath, she poured out into a bowl and carried it to the table where Michelle was sitting. The White Queen blew on the contents in an attempt to make them cool off faster.
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Post by Michelle on Sept 10, 2011 13:52:14 GMT -5
Michelle watched as the strange woman bustled about, eyeing what she was doing with a healthy dose of dubiousness, though she didn't comment. She was mostly busy trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her arm.
She narrowed her eyes at the bowl.
"I don't have to drink that, do I?"
She'd seen what gone into it. Nothing in the world would've induced to gulp that down.
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Post by Sarah on Sept 11, 2011 23:21:09 GMT -5
Tinkling laughter followed Michelle's question.
"Oh, no, of course not! This is to bathe the wound in."
Quickly, before Michelle could protest or try to snatch her arm away, the White Queen dipped a washcloth into the solution and started dabbing it on the injury.
"This will make it heal faster."
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Post by Michelle on Sept 11, 2011 23:24:04 GMT -5
The woman's grip was surprisingly strong, and Michelle found herself re-evaluating her as she watched her arm's treatment. The woman in white had seemed flighty at first, but there was an almost no-nonsense air underneath that, one that could come out very quickly make her into a take-charge sort. Whoever she was, this was someone to watch out for, Michelle decided.
The horrible pain in her arm had reduced to a dull ache, which was a tremendous relief, and she watched with fascination as the wound was closing fast enough to be seen with the naked eye, though it wasn't anywhere near as quick as what she'd observed on vampires and werewolves.
"Who are you? You're no ordinary bystander."
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Post by Sarah on Sept 12, 2011 4:49:32 GMT -5
The White Queen watched her handiwork for a moment, lips pursed, before she answered.
"I am from near and far, nowhere and anywhere." She said, finally picking up the bowl and setting it aside.
"I am here only for a short time, and then, she shall return and I will be back in my home."
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Post by Michelle on Sept 12, 2011 4:52:35 GMT -5
Michelle nodded slowly.
"Of course."
She was humoring the woman, as that seemed to be the safer route to take than any other.
"And what will you do now?"
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Post by Sarah on Sept 12, 2011 4:57:52 GMT -5
"Well, after you go about your business, I'll find some way to keep busy until someone needs me." She said brightly.
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