| Subject: Re: I got bored so I'm doing a future RPG |
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Date Posted: 20:28:07 10/08/02 Tue
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Cephis Rand
's message, "Re: I got bored so I'm doing a future RPG" on 19:33:55 10/07/02 Mon
Opening his eyes, Marcius let the shield drop slowly. He took a quick look around, seeing the Imperial soldiers. A short rush of releif flooded through him, then he realized he didn't see the mercenary Cephis around. Looking back out, he saw the mercenary take a bullet, than another and saw him drop onto the entrance.
"Oh, fuck!" Marcius shouted and started to rush forward, then stumbled over his own weariness. One of the Guardians caught him, while the other raced forward and grabbed the wounded Cephis, hauling him in. They laid him out on the ground, his wounded back facing up. The doctor rushed forward and took a quick look at him. With a curse, he ran to get his instruments.
With another curse, Marcius pushed himself away and knelt beside the wounded and gravely suffering mercenary. He felt the wounds gingerly, then sighed and shook his head. The doctor wouldn't be able to save him with the meager equipment he had on him...and even if he could, it wouldn't satisfy the prince.
Ordering the Guardians to stand back, Prince Marcius produced another Stim injection. Taking a few deep breaths, he rammed the needle once more into his heart and injected the serum. He waited a few seconds, then leaned over and shook for a few seconds at the serum took its effects on him. With renewed rigor, Marcius sat back up and layed his slightly shaking hands on the mercenary. "Almost too many...too direct stims to too short time....not good... Have to work quickly...now..."
Closing his eyes, Marcius found the center of himself and forced his body to go calm. After several seconds, he succeeded. Then, with his hands covering the wounds, he started chanting once more. The Guardians stood by silently, watching the affair with expressionless faces as always. As long as the prince wasn't in any danger from an outside force, they knew they couldn't do anything. As the spell carried one, Marcius started moving his hands around the wounds a little, kneeding and prodding gently. Even further into the spell now, his hands took on a silver, then a golden glow. Picking up the tempo in order to be sure Cephis survived, Marcius spoke the ancient words with all the fury of a tornado.
When Marcius said the last arcanic word and make the last gesture, the glow passed from his hands and into the mercenary. The glow was absorbed into his body, and after a second of nothing appearing to happen, the wounds started to reduce in size, shrinking and mending itself, untill there was nothing left except for scars the sizes of pin pricks.
With a grin of satisfaction, Marcius sat back on his knees and breathed a deep sigh. He wiped the sweat from his brow and rans a hand through his damp hair. He looked up just in time to see teh doctor reenter.
As the doc entered the room again, he saw the Guardians standing in a semi-circle, Cephis laying down still but not bleeding anymore, and a corpse-pale Marcius sitting beside him.
"...Oh, fuck. Not again. GOD DAMN IT, PRINCE MARCIUS! YOU'RE GOING TO END UP KILLING YOURSELF BY DOING THIS!" The doctor yelled at him as loud as he could.
Marcius just looked at him, a little smile on his lips. He was proud and happy with what he had done. And he didn't care what the doc said about it, magic worked miracles...more miracles than mechinery and science did. And so that's why he tuned the doc's scwabbling out. Or at least part of the reason...truth to tell, he was too tired to really even hear him. So, Marcius just sat there, swaying with the dropship.
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