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Post by Mikïa on Apr 8, 2006 14:17:15 GMT -5
Water droplets dripped off lamp posts, flower pots, carriages and the roof tops of building from all around. Puddles of water could be seen thoughout the streets and in patches of grass while mud resided where there used to be dirt. A fresh smell of renewed air after a heavy rainfall laced the roads of Karador.
The soft sound of footsteps could be heard in the empty streets as they hit the wet pavement and aproached the hospital.
Heading up the stairs, Mikïa pushed the main doors open with her right foot and stepped inside. After looking about the entrance for but a moment, she took note of two stretchers that seemed to be dwelling there with no present purpose. Deciding to give them a use, she advanced a few paces and flung a limp body onto each of them, figuring that they had been on her shoulders for long enough.
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Post by Cella on Apr 10, 2006 22:26:43 GMT -5
Cella had been in her back office this late at night; going over paperwork she’d seemed to have gotten behind in, for one reason or another. Her paperwork was a tell tale sign that she’ d been having troubles as of late, her memory losses and her flashing images in her head, being unable to remember great chunks of any given night, having a toll on her work, on she’d hoped hadn’t gotten any attention to Faust, yet, as she was in no way prepared to try and explain something she herself couldn’t. She felt, rather than heard something, someone enter the hospital doors.
She stood, thinking that there was some kind of trouble brewing, or maybe just a soldier that slipped on his own heal and gotten caught by the tip of his sword and needed stitches, either way, she walked quietly on noiseless feet to the front entrance. Upon arrival she found, lying on the stretchers a couple persons, their bodies limp, but not lifeless, yet. She looked at the figure who had dropped them off, apparently, as there was no one else in the hall, her lavender eyes set on the woman. “What seems to be the problem miss?” She asked, hoping she’d know, otherwise, this was a lost and found situation and Cella would have to send for Faust to help her out.
(Edit, my bad, her eyes are lavender and not emerald, sorry hun .. oops)
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Post by Mikïa on Apr 12, 2006 6:23:33 GMT -5
It did not take very long before a nurse came to the front even though no bells rang and no other sign made mention of their arrival. Mikïa simply stood there and watched the woman, looking into her lavender eyes when she spoke up, "What seems to be the problem miss?”
The question sent flashes through her mind as a slight smile appeared on her features. She could still remember each of their particular odors from when she aproached them in the shadows. Five creatures of the night.
Though she was not a protector of innocent lives, she did not care for those that sought an easy fight. The five of them against two simple, defenceless humans, definately entered into that catagory.
"These two were victims of an attack. They have lost a lot of blood but not enough to die and there is no risk of turning." She cocked her head to the one side, her eyes still fixed on the nurse, "They do need a little fixing though."
(Edit: lol.. thought somethin' was fishy)
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Post by Cella on Apr 13, 2006 23:40:30 GMT -5
Cella raised one brow, her lavender gaze filled with anything not resembling panic. She was all business and then sighed. “Of course, well thank you for bringing them in, I’ll get to work on them right away…” She trailed off, her hands moving over the first body, eyes intently searching for all his wounds. “You said there would be no possible turning of the two? Was it Lycan then?” She inquired, her hands still busy, rapidly moving about eth body of the second now, her eyes intent on what she was doing yet, seeing the woman who had brought them in perfect order, as if she wasn’t paying attention to the two injured at all, but she was, she had a knack of seeing many things all at one time.
After a few moments, Cella began to wheel both the bodies towards the door that would lead them to the emergency room for stitches and a bit of cleanup.
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Post by Mikïa on Apr 17, 2006 21:03:43 GMT -5
Mikïa watched the nurse's every move as she waited to see if there was anything else that the woman would need of her before she headed off.
It was not long before a few questions came forth. "That is correct." She replied. "And yes. It was Lycans. Something beat the crap out of them and they ran off like the little cowards that they are before they had the chance to bite these two."
Mikïa paused a moment, noticing she was being watched by the nurse while she was performing her duties to her new patients. The air about this girl was not one of fright as to what the creature before her may do. That was different as most humans bore at least some signs of fear. Then again, this one did not seem quite human.
She watched the woman walk away with the victims. Though she did not know what this one was, she knew there was definately something different. She did not smell like a human or a vampire or a lycan or a demon or any other species that Mikïa had encountered in the past.
"Do you mind my asking. I do not recognise your species. What are you exactly?"
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Post by Cella on Apr 17, 2006 22:07:01 GMT -5
Cella cleaned, stitched and bandaged the wounds of the fallen humans swiftly, all the while her mind keeping an eye on the blue stranger. She was not frightened of her, she could tell that, even though this woman behind her was not human, she was not so evil that she would slit her throat either, besides, if she’d been a threat to her, Cella was certain she wouldn’t have saved the lives of these to men she’d just patched up.
When she’d finished, Cella turned, just as Mikia was asking her question and after it was asked, Cella froze, her lavender gaze now fixed directly on the creature before her. This woman knew her own thoughts; she knew she wasn’t human any more than she herself was. Cella took a deep breath and then closed her eyes briefly, allowing her thoughts to collect for several moments before once again opening them to gaze at the woman once more. “You know, I honestly can’t answer that question, as I myself had been seeking to understand who and or what I am for a few years now miss… how is it you have come to this conclusion?” She asked then, her voice full of curiosity.
Cell then turned and pulled a cord, and after a few moments, a couple orderlies came through he door, their eyes looking fearfully over at the unknown woman before turning uncertainly to Cella and then noticing the two new ‘guests, they each took up a gurney. “Where too Cella?” The younger of the two asked. “Ward 3 I think, these two should be up and about by tomorrow, be certain they both get a good rest, put them in their own rooms, they’ve been through a lot, from what I gather.” She stated and then ushered the two from the room before turning her attention back tot eh woman before her.
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Post by Mikïa on Apr 18, 2006 22:42:58 GMT -5
Mikïa had stated her inquiry in a manner that would leave the girl a way out if she felt too uncomfortable, and for a moment, the thought crossed her mind that the nurse may take that path as she froze in place at the question that was drawn. Though, as she knew, impressions were not always right.
People that did not know who they are were rather common, but it was rare that she met someone that did not know what they were. Rare, yes, but not unseen. Mainly happened with those that were not brought up around others of their kind and had limited knowledge of other species. Though, there were other reasons as well, and Mikïa aimed to find out the reason for this one as her curiosity was forever present. But before she did, it would only be polite to answer the question asked before asking another.
Before she had a chance to reply, a couple orderlies came through that reeked of fear. Mikïa gave them credit in her mind, she figured she had to, afterall, they continued with their duties while their actions did not demonstrate their alarm. This had to be a good trait for those that had jobs like theirs. It would help calm the patients.
Once the two women found themselves alone again and their attentions returned to each other, Mikïa responded to the previous inquiry. "How did know? Well, in the years that I have roamed about here and there, I have come to know that it is not only each individual that has their own personal odor, but species do as well. If one knows the difference, they can tell what species is in their precense without even seeing them." She arched her left brow and cocked her head to the right, "I do not know your scent."
"Even if that is enough to tell me that you are not a creature that I have personally encountered before, there are other tell tale signs. Such as the fact that you knew someone came through the doors when there were no alerts. And your eyes of course, human eyes don't tend to go into those colors or tones." She paused for a moment, looking deep into Cella's eyes. "If I was to observe you I'm sure I could list more. But as neither of us would probably care for that, a conversation is probably better." She grinned slightly, showing the friendly side of her nature.
"As my curiosity likes to get the best of me, I hope you don't mind if I ask a few more questions on the personal side." She paused, waiting for a reply before she went on.
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Post by Cella on May 13, 2006 21:14:32 GMT -5
Cella listened to the others reasoning behind her curious question. She had to admit that she too had often felt different things from certain people she’d come across as of late. As if she knew for one reason or the next that they definitely were not human, but she never took much merit to her feelings, not until that was, now.
“Well, as in answer to your question, I do have to apologize, but I do not know what I am, I know I am not human, as I have been brought up to believe… there are just too many things I can do that humans couldn’t possibly, though my mother continues to try and tell me that I am just ‘gifted’.” She paused and then sighed. “To tell the truth, I don’t think she even understands that I am not what she thinks, or who…” She trailed off, and sighed again. “As for further questions, certainly, you may ask all you wish, as I have nothing to hide, nor do I have the slightest aversion to not take the chance to figure out what I am, no matter how I might find out. If giving answers to someone I just meant will help me in any way, I will not turn that opportunity down.” S he responded and then smiled slightly. “So, what is it you wish to know?” She asked then, now leaning against eh empty emergency bed, her arms folding over her chest awaiting the questions of the other.
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Post by Mikïa on May 15, 2006 15:25:30 GMT -5
She stood there with her elbow resting in the palm of one hand while her other hand cuped her chin and listened intently as the girl spoke. The things she said intrigued Mikïa immensely. This apeared to be another case of someone who was adopted into a family that knew not where their new child came from. Unless the mother was impregnated by someone that she knew not was of another species.
Lowering her hand from her chin to play with the colar of her shirt, Mikïa asked the first of what was to probably be many questions. "Excuse me if the following question is kind of blunt, but, do you know if you were adopted by this woman whom you refer to as your mother?"
She could of continued with questions on the if yes and if no sides but decided that it was best to wait for an answer and ask her questions accordingly so as not to bombard the young woman.
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Post by Cella on May 15, 2006 15:52:27 GMT -5
Cella grinned at the first of what she knew would be many questions; this one was easy for she knew the answer well enough. “I was born of my mother and father, yes.” She answered with bold knowledge.
Cella didn’t know how she knew so entirely, but she knew that her mother was indeed her mother, and any way it was looked at, there could be no mistaking that fact.
“I was born in Karador, my father however disappeared when I was about 12. No trace of him was ever found. My mom and I were left to fend for ourselves, and though I must admit that I have had my suspicions about my father, from what I gather, he was simply human himself.” She then further explained.
It was true, bother her parents were indeed human, and though some might want to argue that point, it was the truth nonetheless.
Cella continued to reside against the bed, her lavender gaze set on the girl before her, a friendly and most interested look about her. She had never before seen anyone that looked like this before and was forming questions of her own, but would not, of course interrupt the others line of questions, she was patient, and would wait to ask her own, if she was given the chance
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Post by Mikïa on May 15, 2006 19:36:54 GMT -5
"Hmm." She frowned slightly. "Both biological parents are human eh. That puts an x on all my theories then." She laughed in amusement. "Now to make new theories then."
She scratched the back of her head while she went deep into thought. Barely any time went by when she started to spill forth with words, "Do you know if anyone could of modified you?" She laughed at that question. "Sounds silly the way it came out. But spells and potions and other things do exist that can alter one's being. So it would the only other logical explanation if anyone had the chance."
As she finished speaking those last few words a thought shot right through her mind and she turned her head away, uttering the hypothesis to herself under her breath, "Unless the parents made her like she is on purpose."
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Post by Cella on May 19, 2006 0:15:08 GMT -5
Cella listened to her as she mused over possibilities as to what might have happened to make Cella what it was she was. She nodded and sighed “I suppose it would be possible to inject certain things into a pregnant woman without her knowing, perhaps at the doctor and early in the pregnancy. Even change entire DNA, though I am not certain what might have happened to me, all I do know for certain is that I am not like my parents, in a great many ways, and not being human, is one of those ways.” She returned with her own thoughts.
Again Cella nodded her head, though she herself did not want to listen, or to accept the fact that her own parents might have had a hand in her change, it was always a possibility. “Indeed, they cold have, or, one of them perhaps…” She let her words trail off, her mind working harder now than ever on those words spoken so innocently by the other presence in front of her. Cella’s father had disappeared as Cella began to grow older, as she began to grow and move away from the other children, as she became different.. did her father have something to do with what it was she had become, what it was she was born to be? Was that why he left? Maybe he wasn’t dead; maybe… he was simply missing in action because of what he had done to his own offspring.
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Post by Mikïa on May 19, 2006 4:02:50 GMT -5
"Interesting." She muttered as she squinted her eyes slightly and licked her lower lip in thought. "Well, if you honestly do not know what's going on, then I supose there's no use for more questions." She gave a pause as she looked Cella over once more. "Besides, what I do not learn today, I will learn at a later time." She smiled at the girl and winked as she continued, "You'll be sure to hear of any findings I make on your species."
Leaning against the white wall that resided on her left side, she continued, "I supose that since I took the liberty as to inquiring about you, that it's only right that you be alloud to ask me the questions that you seem to desire." She then smiled an odd smile, "Just don't think I'm lying when you get the answers, cause I don't have a tendancy to lie, especially not about that."
She cocked her head to the right and awaited a responce. She knew that the first question would probably be as to what she was. If that was so, it would definately not be the last question, for how she came to be causes many inquiries.
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Post by Cella on May 28, 2006 15:09:52 GMT -5
Cella looked at the woman with her head likewise tilted to the side, a curios expression still on her face, those lavender eyes not hiding the fact tat she was thinking a lot behind them, almost as if she were thinking of several things all at once, her mind working hard on something, yet, nothing at all.
“Indeed, I would hope you’d share anything you might find about me, it would of course be most appreciated and I thank you for it in advance.” Cella returned, her voice resting somewhere between thankfulness and wonder all the same.
Cella was quite once more, her head righted itself as she continued to look at the woman before her. A slight smile graced her lips after a moment. “It was that easy to know I had questions myself was it?” She more stated than asked and then chuckled slightly. “I suppose my first question would be as to what manner of creature you are.” She asked, with a slight incline to her head, a motion of respect to the question she had asked.
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Post by Mikïa on May 28, 2006 16:04:46 GMT -5
"I figured that would be your first inquiry." Mikïa started as she kept her head tilted and remained in her inclined position against the wall. "I am, the imposible. The thing that does not, or rather can not exist, but I do." She smiled almost eerily as she gave pause. "I was turned by a Vamp when I was just past twenty years of age. About two and a half centuries later, a Lycan had a taste of me." She spoke with an air that denoted how serious she was. "To this day I do not know why or how I survived. But I did. And so, I am part vampire and part lycan."
The entire time she spoke, she watched Cella carefully so as to not miss the slightest reaction, so as to see how much this one believed what was just said. And once she was done speaking she gave pause in order to let the other react or ask more questions. Whatever the young nurse felt like.
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