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Marion is sleep walking to her doom! [03:01 Sep 16]

Illiana Rosewood: *Is comfortably in the kitchen, having eaten finally, and talking with Doctor St. James about something that may be truely shocking!* [f | 03:02 Sep 16]

Faulkner Grant is tailing Miss Courtland armed with the crossbow loaded with a single bolt. [03:20 Sep 16]

Doctor St James is drinking some tea. [03:21 Sep 16]

Illiana Rosewood : I believe the reason has to do with squelching a few rumors, doctor… ones that were made at the party. [f | 03:23 Sep 16]

Marion: *GAt the gate of the cemetary, she doesn’t stop! She steps easily through the wide bars, and past the spooky looking gravestones!* [f | 03:26 Sep 16]

Doctor St James: Hm. Oh, that’s right. The Wellingtons had a party earlier. I had promised to attend but … circumstances forced me to do otherwise. So tell me, who was responsible for these rumors? [m | 03:28 Sep 16]

Illiana Rosewood : *She sighs a bit!* A young lady by the name of Gertrude… she said my mother was a whore, I was an illigetimate child, and that my father, Bernard Adams, had left everything to me. Downright rubbish, all of it. But I guess confirming it isn’t a bad idea. [f | 03:30 Sep 16]

Faulkner Grant: *Keeps at a distance. He should be waking her up but … he has an insatiable curiousity to know where she’s headed. And who is responsible.* [m | 03:31 Sep 16]

Marion: *Walks past the graves, deeper in to the cemetary, and straight in to the open door of one of the mosuliums where there seems to be the flickering light of several candles! The door slams shut behind her!* [f | 03:36 Sep 16]

Doctor St James: Ah yes. Miss Vanderholt. She has quite a mouth on her, forgive the expression. *Is thoughtful for a moment.* As for Lord Adams … [m | 03:42 Sep 16]

Illiana Rosewood : *Winces slightly!* Yes… his last name should be mine…but I kept my mother’s. [f | 03:43 Sep 16]

Faulkner Grant: *Runs up to the door just as it closes but gets there too late. He tries to pry the heavy door open but it doesn’t budge.* Curses it! Miss Courtland! Miss Courtland! "I told you your curiousity would get you into trouble someday … " *Circles the mosulium to find an opening of some kind.* Quiet. I never asked for your opinion. [m | 03:51 Sep 16]
The mosulium feels like an impenetrable fortress! There sounds like odd chanting inside of the building! (03:53 Sep 16)

Illiana Rosewood : *She stands to her feet, taking her dishes to the sink…perhaps she ought to go patrol soon?* [f | 04:00 Sep 16]

Doctor St James: *Notices Miss Rosewood wincing slightly.* Mr. Fowler and Lord Adams were good friends. Some years back, Lord Adams broke off a betrothal to Miss Vanderholt’s mother. [m | 04:02 Sep 16]

Illiana Rosewood : Ah,…that would explain Gertrudes bitterness if the other rumors were true. [f | 04:03 Sep 16]

Faulkner Grant: *Chanting? He runs his hand down the side of the door. Strange energy … somewhat stronger than the strange energy surrounding the monsters that appeared.* Hm. [m | 04:06 Sep 16]
The chanting suddenly stops! There’s a PLOOMF sound and smoke seeps out from cracks in the door and building! (04:15 Sep 16)

Illiana Rosewood : *She sighs again.* Well I think I’d best start patrolling.. Thank you again doctor, I hope our next meeting will be a little less chaotic. [f | 04:17 Sep 16]

Faulkner Grant: *Props the crossbow against the wall and rolls up his sleeves, quickly slips off his gloves, rolls them up, and pushes them into his jacket. He closes his eyes and presses his palms against the door.* … What are you doing …? *Blue glowing symbols in a circle appear under his hands and over the door.* Reus per cruor … [m | 04:51 Sep 16]
CRACKCRUMBLE! At the symbols the stone of the door shatters in to pieces, revealing the open mosulium room. Candles are lit all over the place, but there is no sign of anything living! (04:55 Sep 16)

Doctor St James: *Nods and stands.* I understand and you are quite welcome. Good evening then. *He stands and puts everything away.* [m | 04:56 Sep 16]

Illiana Rosewood : *Gives him a slight wave, then hurries upstairs to get her sword, and start her patrolling out on the grounds!* [f | 04:58 Sep 16]

Doctor St James: *Leaves after Miss Rosewood. Hopefully one of the servants is awake to help him out. He can only imagine what lies in wait at home for him.* [m | 05:13 Sep 16]

Illiana Rosewood  (Her wrong buttons fail at life!) She goes more towards the cemetary as she patrols..!* [05:15 Sep 16]
On his way home, the good Doctor is clubbed over the head! (05:20 Sep 16)

Faulkner Grant: *Picks up the crossbow although as he steps through the doorway, the candlelight catches the glint of a silver streak behind his ear.* You fool! *Glances around and begins to look for signs of where Miss Courtland could have gone or been taken.* [m | 05:21 Sep 16]

Illiana Rosewood : *She s now inside the cemetary; unable to detect what is going on with the doctor so far away! But she keeps patrolling, easilly within eyesight!* [f | 05:23 Sep 16]
The mosulium is oddly empty… But what’s this? A trail of dirt leading out of the back of the building, and drops of blood?! (05:27 Sep 16)

Illiana Rosewood : *Hm… she gets a funny feeling, and retraces out of the cemetary, heading for the same direction the doctor had used to get here. Call it a haunch…but she thought he might need her help again. If only she could find him.* [f | 05:31 Sep 16]

[Illiana Rosewood *Was searching for Dr St. James! Where would he be? She wanted to at least make sure he got home safely before she even thought of going on her own personal quest— which she\’s told no one else about…* ] -01:51 Mar 18

Doctor. St. James was clubbed over the head and dragged away by something mysteeeerious.

[Faulkner Grant is still searching for Miss Courtland!] -01:53 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Tries trusting her instincts and continues searching for James! Suddenly….she spots him being dragged away- and in a hurry, she takes a running leap towards whatever it was that was dragging him off!* -01:54 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Groans softly and stirs! But he doesn’t realize the danger he’s in just yet! He thinks it’s all a dream! Yes, a dream!*

Inside the mausoleum there is the trail of disturbed dirt and drops of blood, leading down a staircase!

That which has Dr St James is actually… a really big burly man with a mustache and smells awfully like booze! He’s got a big club and as expected he’s trying to club Illiana too!

Faulkner Grant: "You are a fool, Faulkner." *Is silent as he grabs a torch that happens to be lit and starts walking down the staircase! He follows the drops of glood and the trail of dirt.* -02:01 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Ew. A common drunkard?! She tsks, and continues flying at the man, not caring a whit that he was twice her size, and attempts to disarm and send him flying backwards at the same time!* -02:02 Mar 18

The steps lead downwards to a sort of stone catacombs. It’s dark and silent, only the sound of water flowing down the shallow underground spring the catacombs were built around. The drops of blood lead straight in to the spring.

Being attacked full on by a little woman has no effect on the big brute, who simply uses his massive belly to ram in to her and send her flying backwards! He swings down that club with the force of a maniac!

Illiana Rosewood: *…Yikes! She catches that club with both hands, and tugs hard enough to pull the man down so she can kick him in the face!* -02:07 Mar 18

Pulling him down and trying to kick him has a backwards effect, as he grabs a hold of her foot and lifts her right off the ground and upside! He gives a big burly laugh at seeing her underthings!

Faulkner Grant: *Stops where the spring begins and curses. The trail ends here but … he places the torch in one of the empty torch-holders nearby. Without a moment of hesitation, he moves through the spring, following it.* -02:09 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Hey! That was not polite! The ground is suddenly upside down, and she’s remembering she has a sword! She draws it quickly, and attempts to slash the man in the throat!* -02:10 Mar 18

The spring seems to lead under the wall, where one only has to duck a little bit to cross under. One the other side it’s just as dark, moldy smelling with a hint of rotting flesh. Dead rats are all over the place, there doesn’t seem to be a live one there! The spring goes on even further…

GURRGH! He’s slashed across the throat! He drops her on the ground before he falls over bleeding and gushing all over the place! “Hey! What’s going on over there?! *GASP!* Someone has just been murdered…!!”

Faulkner Grant: *Dead rats are never a good sign. He goes out to grab the torch again. The cold water soaks his pants and chill his body as he ducks low enough to make it under the wall. The torch is a dead-giveaway to his position but if he doesn’t take it, he may end up God only knew where.* -02:15 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Damnit…! She hated when she had to kill people. She lands hard on one side, but she only cares about getting Dr St. James somewhere safe! Without a word, she sheathes her sword, and carries the doctor back to the house! She had to think quickly because this was a very baaaad situation for her to be in! She sets the doctor on a couch and attempts to wake him up…soon enough she’d have to flee anyway…but he could give the Wellingtons a message at least!* -02:16 Mar 18

Mysterious the authories were alerted really fast! They are out searching for a killer! It’s not safe outside any more!

Dr St James: *Groans softly and stirs. He wakes up and blinks, sitting up in his seat.* Miss Rosewood …? Huh …? *He looks around after rubbing his eyes.* The Wellington place? What am I doing back here?

The spring finally ends in a large empty room, where it is just as dark and just as silent… But there is someone sitting quietly on a stone slab not saying a word…

Illiana Rosewood: *She hears the authorities hunting for her! She hasn’t a moment to lose; and knowing how disbeleiving James could be, she tries to explain everything in simple terms of what had happened to him; what she just did to save him, and now could he please relay a message to the Wellingtons why she had to leave? She was going to have to get her horse and get out of here within the next 20 minutes.* -02:22 Mar 18

It’s too late! There’s a banging on the front door! “Open up…! We know the murderer is in there!!”

Dr St James: *Blinks and listens! But it seems like some tall tale one hears at a dinner party! Nevertheless, he promises to give the Wellingtons the message and wishes her best.* Go out the back! I will cover you!

Faulkner Grant: *Looks around. No one and nothing here … except … He slowly moves forward, circling around so he can see the face of the person on the stone slab.* -02:23 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *She nods her thanks, and takes the backway out of the place! She’s hurrying to the barn…she has to get to that lawyer! She runs with full speed and all her stealth towards the stables, where her horse is kept!* -02:24 Mar 18
Marion: *It is shockingly Marion, soaked to the bone and with a gash across the palm of her hand. She doesn’t seem to see him, but is rather staring out in to space with a slight frown.* -02:25 Mar 18

BANG BANG BANG! The knocking on the front door is persistent! “Open up or we’ll break down the door!”

Illiana Rosewood: *She throws open those barn doors, and finds her horse, Stormy, a solid black Arabian Stallion, already saddled, and reigned. She hurriedly climbs onto the saddle, and she’s galloping fullspeed away from that mansion and putting as much distance between her and the authorities as she can!* -02:28 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Scurries to the door! Oh dear, it wouldn’t do to have them break down the Wellingtons’ door. He could only hope Miss Rosewood had enough time to escape. He opens the door cautiously.* Yes …?

Faulkner Grant: *Quickly moves to her side.* Miss Courtland? Miss Courtland! *He looks down at the gash in her palm. No one ever did that to someone unless … But it did really mean what he thinks it means? He cups her face.* Miss Courtland. It’s me, Faulkner. -02:30 Mar 18

“There you are…!” They exclaim! Hands from all angles reach out and roughly grab the doctor, dragging him outside, and shoving him to the ground, before giving him a good kick and dragging him off again! “We knew you and your new fangled ‘medecenes’ were nothing but witches work..! Now you’re out murdering folk!” They’re dragging St. James away!

Dr St James: *Is so startled he doesn’t even protest when they shove him to the ground! He winces and makes a good “OOoff!” as they kick him! That hurts!*

Marion: I was sure I heard his voice… and I saw him here… *She murmured softly, still not seeming to see him or realize he was even there.* Just a little bit farther… -02:35 Mar 18

All of the local towns people are riled up! The villagers as well as some of the higher born.. They’re dragging St James down the street where someone has already prepared a pile of wood and a stake! “BURN THE WICTH!” “YEAH BURN HIM!” “KILL THE MURDERER FOR HIS SINS!”

Dr St James: *Seriously has no idea what everyone is talking about! Had he not been speechless he would’ve implored the mob to have some reason! Surely, if they were so intent on exacting justice, they would allow him a fair trial! As it is, he can’t even talk, much less plead for his life!*

Illiana Rosewood: *Waait…. they weren’t even following her? She’d run for at least a good solid mile before she slowed the horse to a halt…. something wasn’t making any sense! She curses herself for panicking and leaving poor James to those police..! She decides if its her they were after, she’d make it difficult; but she wouldn’t run away! At full speed she urges Stormy to go right back where she’d run from, and the horse happens to be the fastest runner! She can’t be too late!* -02:38 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Wonders who she’s talking about. He looks around. No one is here … He picks her up and slings her over his shoulder, then he holds the torch in one hand, back into the spring, under the wall, and into the mausoleum.* -02:39 Mar 18

As Faulkner enters the mausoleum.. There is a tall cloaked figure standing in the spring before him! Motionless and eerie, like it could very well be Death himself! An arm rises up with a pointed glove finger at Faulkner… or more specifically, Marion!

Doctor St. James is tied up to the stake! The villagers chanting for the murderer to be burned! KILLED! They begin setting the fire!

Faulkner Grant: *Eyes narrow slightly.* No. *He says simply, taking a step back. He would take no chances. He made a fatal mistake once. He refuses to let it happen again …* -02:42 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *The hell…….?! She sees that fire and doesn’t stop for a moment! She urges Stormy to run right for it, heedless of the mob and the authorities, she slows only when she sees James tied to a stake! Instantly, she slices the ropes away and hauls him up to the saddle in front of her!* Listen up! All of you! If you’re seriously accusing this good doctor of witchcraft and murder– you’re way out of line! ….. She knew she was probably doing the stupidest thing in her entire hunting career– but all that mattered to her, for reasons she wouldn’t be able to explain herself; was that James was kept safe! She wasn’t any helpt to Marion anymore and would be even less of a help once they learned she was the criminal…. but that’s how things worked, wasnt it?* -02:45 Mar 18

The figure continues to point for a long moment… but when it is evident that what it seeks will not be given, it holds out it’s gloved palm. There’s a summoning circle in silver glowing on the glove… There is a beastlie groooooowwwl from behind Faulkner!

Dr St James: *Gulps and wets his lips as it finally begins to register that … this isn’t a dream! He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. So, this is how it’s all going to end … Odd how he can be so calm and collected when there are still so many things he wanted to do with his life. Which is about to end … In a few minutes.*

There is a collective gasp from the people! “But he’s a MUERDER! We saw the body! There’s blood all over the man!” “And he’s a WITCH! Using strange potions and cures to heal! It’s not natural!”

Illiana Rosewood: No! He makes people get better! If you all weren’t so terribly superstitious, you’d realize his science and logic are the only things that keep medicine around that help you all stay alive! Now listen up! If you want a murderer– that would be me! I killed that man back there because he was about to kill the doctor! So guess what, I’m your Suspect! Do your worst but let the innocent man go! *Oh boy….dumb move Illiana……your mother would even call you stupid at this point!* -02:48 Mar 18

More gasping! All of the towns people are in shock! Someone in the back laughs! “No WOMAN could slice a man’s throat like that!” “GO AHEAD AND BURN HER! BURN THEM BOTH!” someone else screams! The crowd are arguing amongst themselves! Who is the real murderer, what do they do…!

Illiana Rosewood: No? *She draws her sword and shows them the recent blood stains!* I’m telling you morons the doctor is innocent! Let him go already! Or do I have to kill one of you to prove my point?! *She turns to James and whispers for him to get out of here when they drag her off the horse!* -02:53 Mar 18

That’s proof enough for the angry unreasonable mob! “KILL THEM!” “YEAH!!” People start picking up stones… big ones, little ones… and throw them! There’s now a mob of people throwing rocks and stones at Illiana and St James!

Dr St James: *Blinks and tries to dodge the rocks! Ow! Oh, that hurt! OOff! Ack, his leg! Now his arm?! He tugs on Miss Rosewood’s arm and drags her away!*

Illiana Rosewood: *Ack! She was being dragged! She can only follow as the mob keeps throwing heavier and bigger rocks! ow! That one hit her in the back of her head! Stormy is long gone by this time, and probably back at the stables! She and James definitely needed to get out of there! So she grumbles curses under her breath and attempts to run for a good hiding spot somewhere with James!* -02:59 Mar 18

Stones and a chasing mob! At least big mobs of people can’t run very fast when they have to stop and pick up more rocks!

Faulkner Grant: Damn! *He mutters when he sees the summoning circle. He takes a step to the side to keep the creature and the figure in his sights. Two can play at this game … Even if he ran for it, there is no telling how fast this creature can run.* Suscipio corpus vultus quod ago! *A red glowing circle appears on the ground in front of him and a figure with one white feathered wing, one black bat wing on its back, horns, and white scales, armed with a sword hovers above the circle which promptly disappears! He clenches his teeth and winces as he feels an old wound opening up on his chest. The one he summoned points the sword at the beast which emits a blast of light!* -03:01 Mar 18

This was an unexpected occurance for the summoned beast! For it was not summoned to battle another creature but to eat a simple human…! The blast of light burns it’s flesh away until there is nothing left but ash, and once the light dies down… The cloaked figure had vanished!

Dr St James: This way! *Ducks with Miss Rosewood into a building and shuts the door just as the mob runs past! When he thinks the coast is clear, he motions for her to follow him and they make their way through the empty store, into a backroom, and out into a side street. He then leads her to a vine-covered wall where there is a secret entrance! When they emerge from it, they’re in a large courtyard.* It is safe here. This is my place.

Out in the distance there is the sound of the angry mob. It seems they’re safe for now.

Faulkner Grant: *Shuts his eyes and leans against the wall. He swallows. The streak of white behind his ear is more obvious now, as the streak now goes straight down his hairline and to the back of his neck. There are wrinkles around his eyes. The creature he summoned turns to him with a look that might have been a "Foolish human" before it disappears in a flash of light. Foolish, yes … because he might not be so lucky next time. He gathers enough strength and starts for the entrance.* -03:06 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Safe. That was a word she had stopped believing in a long time ago. When she first learned that there were scarier things to deal with than even that crazy psychotic mob full of morons they’d just fled from……* Sorry, doctor. I guess I wasn’t the most brilliant right then– but I won’t let someone else take blame for something I did. *She says knowing that had been a very bad move indeed.* -03:06 Mar 18
Marion: *As if a light switch were turned on in her head… Marion slowly comes to her senses, only to find herself upside down over someone’s shoulder, cold and wet, and in a dark creepy place that smells of death! She immediately starts screaming and fighting!* -03:06 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: Ow! *He winces! The woman on his shoulder is kicking a very fragile place. Like the chest that had just stopped aching–until now. He quickly puts her down, but gently on the ground.* Miss Courtland! Please … *He drops to his knees just as he lets her go.* -03:07 Mar 18
Marion: F..faulkner…? *Back on her feet, she’s feeling light headed and more than a little frightened. She’s confused… and suspicious!* Why are we here…? -03:10 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Swallows and puts a hand to his chest. He looks up at her and smiles slightly.* I wish … I knew … I … followed you here and … *He has to take another breath and pauses.* We should … get you back … *He puts a hand against the wall and slowly gets to his feet.* -03:11 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Runs his fingers through his hair and paces.* “Sorry” does not cut it, Miss Rosewood. That was a very reckless thing to do. First, you kill someone. I thank you for saving my life but … killing someone?! Then, you do not think before you act and decide to take on a full mob crying for blood! We are past “sorry”, Miss Rosewood!

Marion: *Marion takes a step backwards… her hand was bleeding. She’s not sure if she believes him or not. She doesn’t even remember coming here. She was asleep and then… * I.. I don’t know… -03:14 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: We cannot linger here. *He starts for the door but then stops and turns to her.* I know … it is difficult to believe. But we need to leave quickly. You need to care for your wound and I need … to rest. -03:17 Mar 18
Marion: *It was difficult to make the decision… But knowing the truth of needing to leave, Marion finally nodded, following him with wary steps!* -03:20 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: …. ….. *He still didn’t realize that killing that man was the only possible way of keeping him from being killed himself? …..as for that mob. Ok, there was no excusing that. Perhaps she’d better forget about James. Forget that he was a complete man of logic; would believe in nothing but what he saw, and even half of what he had seen wasn’t possible to him. She decides that leaving is best. She would go to this "Markus Fowler" alone. He didn’t need her help. She just made a bigger mess of everything…. and it was certainly time for her to leave. She begins to do just that! Heading right for the door without another word… She should never have tried to deal with people. It just didn’t work.* -03:21 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Takes a deep breath and shakes his head. There are some people you just cannot talk to. As for him, he would try and get his matters in order and leave for awhile.*

Sir Wellington: *Before Illiana can even exit the place, there is Sir Wellington standing in the doorway!* Well, my dear! WE certainly had a thrilling night! Are you leaving so soon? St. James! Glad to see you raw!

Illiana Rosewood: *Oh ….darn….this was a surprise!* Good Evening, Sir Wellington… but I’m afraid I must. There are things I need to take care of, and well….it would simply be for the best at this time. *Her voice is scarilly monotone; her face unreadable as ever.* I hope Marion will be alright while I’m gone. -03:28 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Takes Miss Courtland back to the Wellington place. He would love to do nothing more than to make sure is alright but the energy of travelling and summoning has taken its toll. He barely makes it through the door without having to gather every ounce of willpower.* -03:30 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *(make sure) she (is alright) -03:30 Mar 18

Sir Wellington: Oh, no, no, no. This simply won’t do! If you are worried about the villagers, never fear. My dearest creampuff is out there this minute…ah.. Cleaning up, as we like to call it in our business. I am afraid, Marion needs the assistance now more than ever.

Dr St James: *Blinks!* Sir Wellington! *Is all he can exclaim! He cannot believe he just lectured someone!*

No need to worry, a maid passes by! “Miss Courtland! My word! Here, please, let us patch you up!” She takes her by the hand and disappears into the kitchen!

Marion: *Her wariness of Faulkner faded in the walk home, and she had reached out her hand to help Faulkner who seemed he might be ready to pass out him self, but the maid took her by the hand and pulled her off! She cast a worried look over her shoulder as she was led away.* But Mr. Grant… -03:33 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Well…… alright….she was certainly a scattered mess at that moment anyway. It had been a hell of a day; going from a monster-hunter to a downright murderer, she feels quite like she shouldn’t be facing anyone at the moment! Maybe she’d wait one more day at least, then make actual arrangements to meet the lawyer before dashing into another round of trouble…..She silently called herself a moron for losing her head.* Thank you Sir Wellington… In that case, I suppose the matter I was going to tend to can wait…I’ll be in my room should anyone need me. *She excuses herself calmly as possible, heading right for the room right across from Marion’s….. and falls face first on her bed, trying not to give into the urge to scream right into the pillows!* -03:35 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: ((e.e; She left to return to the Mansion– e.e; *Kicks self lots.*)) -03:36 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Thanks Miss Courtland for her aid back when she gave him a hand.* I … I will be fine … *He watches her disappear with the maid and closes his eyes for a moment, gathering more strength to make it to his own room. Thankfully, it is on the ground floor.* -03:36 Mar 18

See? Mr. Grant was fine! Now, about Miss Courtland … The maid takes her into the kitchen and sits her down. She fixes up her hand but not before exclaiming what a nasty cut that was! She should have Dr. St. James look at it right away!

Marion: *Blast and damn this always being so confused and not remember what’s happened! Is she going to spend the rest of her life like this?* I think Mr. Grant might need the attention more. -03:41 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Approaches Wellington.* Excuse me, sir, but … thank you. For you and Lady Wellington’s help in the matter of the uh … mob.

The maid will hear nothing of it! Miss Courtland needs tending first! She makes her some tea and inspects the bandage she placed around her hand.

Sir Wellington: Never you mind that, my boy. These things happen. My, oh my, they happen all the time! However, I believe we will be needing your services back at the manor once again. I am afraid that– Well. If Mr. Grant is doing his own job, Marion and he may need your assistance.

Illiana Rosewood: *It didn’t take long at all for Illiana to return to the mansion. She was bruised up and battered, but she has her door to her room locked, and would be quite happy if she never had to face another human being again- unless Marion was attacked by a monster, Dr St.James was most definitely the top priority of persons to avoid!* -03:44 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Blinks! Oh dear!* Right away! Just let me … just let me … *He scurries one way only to stop and scurry the other way! It takes some words of encouragement by Sir Wellington to get him focused enough to grab his bag.* Off we go then!

Marion: *Marion was frowning glancing down at her own bandaged hand… No, no it wouldn’t have been Mr. Grant. She can almost remember… a familiar voice. …Mr. Grant did look awful… was it her kicking that got him, or had he injured himself trying to fetch her? …Bother this! She’s not going to just sit and let people tend to her! Marion takes a long sip of her tea before escaping from the chair with a muttered excuse to that poor maid. She’ll check on Mr. Grant herself and apologise!* -03:47 Mar 18

Sir Wellington: *And thus, Sir Wellington and the good Doctor arrive back at the manor in record time! There are injuries to tend to, and Sir Wellington is never wrong about these sorts of things!*

Faulkner Grant: *Has somehow made it to his room and closed the door, not bothering to lock it. He shuffles to his bed and falls onto it, lying on his back with his hands clasped over his middle. He closes his eyes and tries to rest but–all he sees are phantoms and creatures who do but shouldn’t exist.* -03:49 Mar 18

Lady Wellington: My sweet! Doctor St. James! Poor St. James, I do apologise for this entire mess. We shall make it up to you by paying twice the bill!

Dr St James: *A sheepish smile.* Lady Wellington, I couldn’t possibly–not after the service you and your husband have done by clearing me of that murder charge. You are close friends of mine and were close to my family, besides.

Lady Wellington: Dear, it is our pleasure. These villagers get all in a rut when something strange happens, they pay no attention to the fact of the matter and just look for the nearest one to burn! It’s no wonder they haven’t set the whole town on fire!

Illiana Rosewood: *She couldn’t remember a day being more difficult in all her life. Hunting and traveling was so much easier…this whole business of staying in one place was already getting her into so much trouble! And how dare she even think for one moment that she could even…. "Like" someone and have that feeling returned. Stupid Illie. Just Stupid. She spends most of her time cleaning off her sword; and brooding darkly.* -03:52 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Chuckles softly.* Indeed. Now, about Miss Courtland and Mr. Grant. I will see to them as soon as possible, I assure you.

Marion: *Marion was wise to where the staff slept, and knocked once on Mr. Grant’s door. Having no answer she cracked it open slowly. As expected he seemed to have fallen right in to bed without even tending to himself first. This was enough to give her something to get huffy about, as she drew herself up to her full height and that determined to DO something attitude.* Mr. Grant, I am not pleased to see that your are a liar. *She says loudly, as she brisquely moves in to the room to pause by the bed. She leans over to check his chest, aware that was where he was clutching in pain earlier!* -03:55 Mar 18

Lady Wellington: Marion was taken to the kitchen, I believe and knowing Faulkner he has gone straight to his room. Oh, my sweet, Illiana has already arrive and is upstairs in her room, and I pray sleeping. I think we should have the Doctor check her head, there was a bit of blood, I dare say!

Sir Wellington: *Sir Wellington was stroking his chin in thought.* My, and who will Doctor up St. James? He looks about as rough as a poodle in a pit bull fight!

Faulkner Grant: *Opens his eyes and narrows it slightly as if not believing his eyes.* … Miss Courtland? *He slowly sits up.* Whatever are you doing here? -03:59 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Coughs politely.* I … must agree, my Lady. I fear Miss Rosewood and I did not part on the most … pleasant of terms.

Marion: I took your word on good faith when you said you were fine, and obviously you aren’t. I would have never taken you for a liar, Mr. Grant. *She pressed a hand to his chest, checking for bleeding, bruising, or any broken bones.* -04:02 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Was not sleeping at all; but rather pacing the room. Her head had been hurting for quite sometime. But once that blasted headache went away, she’d consult the lawyer here from this mansion first, then get an appointment set up, properly… for now all she could really do was stay awake, and keep alert.* -04:03 Mar 18

Lady Wellington: St. James, you brute! A woman is a delicate flower, she must be treated with care! I must insist that you apologise to Miss Illiana before it gets too late! A wounded woman does foolish things when scorned!

Sir Wellington: Ginger, darling… You’re meddling in to a man’s affairs again. I am sure St. James didn’t do or say anything that I myself would not have said if a woman did something foolish!

Faulkner Grant: *Winces, although there are no broken bones, no blood soaking up his shirt.* I fear my recklessness caused me to be in this state. I cannot have you worrying about me. You know you’re my first priority. -04:05 Mar 18

Lady Wellington: Sweetheart, if you knew anything about women, we’d have a dozen children by now! St James, don’t listen to this man! You go apologise!

Sir Wellington: *He gruffs! But apparently he was skillfully silenced by his wife!*

Dr St James: *His cheeks turn a bit red.* I … I must confess, Lady. I don’t know anything about women! *Oh dear! He picks up his bag.* If you will … excuse me. *He gets to the stairs and starts up those steps! He eventually gets to Miss Rosewood’s door. He knocks!* Miss Rosewood?

Marion: *Though flushing, she did well in keeping her expression stern and chiding! Marion sat down on the edge of the bed, turning to him to check face and arms. Her fingers brushed past the silver streak in his hair… That was peculiar…* I appreciate what do you for me. I really do… But I won’t let you be reckless or risk your life any more. This is getting out of hand. -04:09 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: ……*Oh blast and damnation!….. Here he was, the very man to make her feel not only ten inches tall; but very much like a raving lunatic! She sighs, knowing it wouldn’t do any good to not answer and be impossible– though that was tempting! She reluctantly opens the door. * Yes? *She tries to appear as neutral as possible!* -04:10 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Soft sigh. Yes, it is getting out of hand. He would have to see the Wellingtons about this as soon as possible. Things might have been simpler if …* I know you do. This will sound silly but … there is nothing I would rather do with my life than protect you. -04:13 Mar 18
Marion: *He was making it very hard to look angry! She paused her checking to examine his face.. Why does one say..* …why? -04:15 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Will not let his nose bleed, will not let his nose bleed–* Hello! *He says a bit too strongly! He clears his throat.* I mean … hello. I … I came to check on your injuries. And before you say you are alright. Let me share with you the fact that the Wellingtons are downstairs and they will not take that as a good excuse.

Faulkner Grant: *Gives her a smile that makes him look a lot younger!* Let’s just say … a long time ago, I dreamed of being a knight in shining armor. My life has not exactly been the stuff of songs but … you come very close to being the princess I swear my life to. -04:17 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *She tries to hide that smiiile! She can already tell James is injured just as badly. She tsks at him– why must he be so infuriatingly confusing? She grabs a box of tissue and tends to his nosebleed herself!* I’m not bleeding through my nose– that much I do know, doctor. And this headache will be gone eventually. Otherwise- everything else is the same. *Yeah, like that really says anything!* -04:19 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Sheepish grin.* Oh … Heh heh. Thank you. *He leans forward, trying not to get blood on her or his clothes.* Um … I … look pretty bad, don’t I? -04:21 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Sheepish grin.* Oh … Heh heh. Thank you. *He leans forward, trying not to get blood on her or his clothes.* Um … I … look pretty bad, don’t I?

Marion: Oh… don’t say that… *There went her forceful voice, to something more of a breathless whisper! She couldn’t meet his eyes, having to turn to the side and close her own, praying that she had lost plenty enough blood to not be blushing as she surely thought she was.* I am no princess, Mr. Grant. But you’re very sweet… -04:22 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *She ends up smiling anyway….! She just keeps him still and has him propped against a chair by the wall. He wasn’t going to move anywhere till that nose stopped bleeding!* A bit banged up to be sure……*She didn’t have to add that it was her fault in the first place!* -04:25 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Smiles.* You’ll be surprised how sweet the truth sounds. *He looks down at her hand.* Are you … alright? I wasn’t sure if the wound on your palm was your only injury. I didn’t trust myself to … check … elsewhere. Besides your head and hands and … feet. -04:27 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Sits! After a moment or two of silence, he decides to break it.* You know … this is the first time I’ve been with a woman where I wasn’t the one cutting someone open. *He realizes what he just said!* Um … I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, you know–

Marion: *Could she get angry about blushing? probably not! Marion raised her hand to look at her palm.* I’m.. I’m not really sure. I think I’m all right. At this rate I’m going to be covered in cuts by next weekend. -04:30 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *She blinks…! Hey….. St. James just made a joke! She snickered a bit.* Its alright, you got me there. Now hold still before your nose does get worse. *She’s applying fresh tissue! So far she was doing a great job, keeping the blood from running all over the place.And it was definitely a relief to know the doctor had a sense of humor at least!* -04:39 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Tilts his head slightly.* You should see the Wellingtons about this. If anyone knows what to do, they do. -04:40 Mar 18

Dr St James: Oh dear! *He wiggles his nose and tries to breathe through his mouth.* Some doctor I’m turning out to be. I’m supposed to be the one bandaging you up … yet it’s the other way around. Miss Rosewood … Thank you. I never got to say that before.

Illiana Rosewood: *Blush!* Oh I don’t need much bandaging… and, your welcome…. I’m merely just doing my job too. *Oh boy…..that was flustering! She’d never been thanked like that before…. she just hopes she didn’t turn too embarrassingly red!* -04:44 Mar 18
Marion: *Marion gives a weak smile…* That’s just the problem… They thought it would be best for me to stay here, and that I am not aware… I can’t remember why, but I know those beasties come here for me. And now everyone else is suffering the consequences… -04:45 Mar 18

Dr St James: I … apologize for snapping back there. I said some harsh things and they were out of hand. And … I am very, very sorry. I will make it up to you in any way I can.

Illiana Rosewood: *She blinks! ……. A thank you and an apology in one day? Oh boy….just the thing to make those walls crumble! Her violet eyes can’t hide the surprise.* It’s alright…… I was reckless and probably should have thought things out better before I pulled that stunt back there… you had every reason to lecture. *Wow. Her admitting she was wrong too was an amazing phenomenon in itself…! Scary what this man could do when they were just talking….She busies herself by checking the progress on his nose-bleed!* -04:56 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Takes her hands and looks down at her palms and then up at Miss Courtland’s face.* Things were simpler when we were children, weren’t they? -04:59 Mar 18
Marion: *She still can’t meet his only, only with that small smile and a slight shrug of her shoulders.* Back then it was just spiders and bullies. -05:03 Mar 18

Dr St James: Well … I do need to learn some tact. *He chuckles softly.* I think I can breathe through my nose now. *He wiggles it to make sure it isn’t bleeding still.*

Faulkner Grant: Running wild and playing pranks. You put that toad into the teapot and instead of tea, eggs came out of the spout. -05:08 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *She waits a moment before removing the hand full of tissue from his nose! Then, she’s assured that it’s stopped bleeding altogether, and manages to throw all the tissues in the wastebasket in her room.* Well, I think you’ve stopped bleeding. But just in case, try to avoid touching or bumping your nose for now… are you hurt anywhere else? -05:12 Mar 18
Marion: Mother might have taken the switch to me for that if it weren’t for you. *Marion glances up to examine his face again. He was clever, speaking of trivial things to distract her! But this was why she always appreciated him!* -05:12 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: You were very clever. I have to admit, I didn’t think you would actually grab a toad from the pond in your garden. I lost a few marbles because I bet you wouldn’t. I don’t suppose you still have them. -05:17 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Grins sheepishly!* I suppose it doesn’t help matters that I can’t defend myself to save my life. Father often said it was a miracle I was any good with a scalpel.

Marion: I keep them in my jewelry box. They were so much trouble to get, they have to be kept somewhere special. *She nibbled on her bottom lip for a moment..* You can’t keep me distracted forever, Faulkner. I have to do more than sit and wait for something to happen to me… -05:20 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Smiles a bit sadly.* I know. But a man can try, can’t he? *He places her hands back on her lap and pats it gently.* Just remember … whatever happens, you aren’t alone. You always have people who love and cherish you, no matter what. *He slowly gets off the bed.* Now, how about you humor me and we get something to eat. I can practically hear your stomach growling. -05:24 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *She smiles at James assuringly.* Not all people have to fight all the time. I’m just unlucky enough to be one that does. It helps a lot more having your kind of talents though. *Er……awkward…! Her head hurts badly enough that she sits down on the window-ledge seat…but she’s still trying to appear alright.* -05:26 Mar 18
Marion: *marion gave an exasperated sigh, moreso than she had meant to… But she rose from the bed and nodded.* Something to eat then. You are quite lucky I am not the foolish female that runs away and right in to trouble. *She quips!* -05:27 Mar 18

Dr St James: *He watches her sit down and slowly stands.* Hm. May I see your head, Miss Rosewood?

Faulkner Grant: *Walks with her to the kitchen. He is feeling a tad bit better now. The kitchen is empty.* So, what will you be having, Miss Courtland? -05:34 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Uh oh…she knew there was trouble in that area…hadn’t she gotten smacked with a particularly heavy stone right in the back of her scalp?* I’m alright….but….sure. *She stands back up again so the doctor can get a better look..* -05:34 Mar 18
Marion: *Marion slid in to a chair in the kitchen, resting her arms on the table and laying down her head, but still making sure she had a good view of what he was doing.* Soup and buttered bread? -05:37 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Examines her head for awhile.* You have a bump and possibly a concussion. You will need to take it easy. I believe I have something that will help. Do you feel dizzy or light-headed?

Illiana Rosewood: *Unfortunately, she knows she can’t lie her way out of this…* I suppose I have felt both for quite a while now. Those stones just happened to make it more noticeable. -05:46 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: Of course. *He smiles and gives her a small bow.* Soup and bread with butter it is. *He focuses on making her some food which enables him to ignore the ache in his chest.* -05:49 Mar 18
Marion: *Marion watches him closely… He didn’t outwardly appear wounded, but his movements said otherwise. She would have to speak with St. James about it… or tell Sir and Lady Wellington. For the moment she remained silent and rest her eyes a bit!* -05:52 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Moves away from her to start digging through his bag.* Hm. And what about your legs and arms? Any problem with those? Aside from the bruises from those rocks.

Faulkner Grant: *Puts the soup on and adds a few things to it. Chicken and vegetables, of course. And some spices to give it some flavor. He lets the soup get hot and gets to slicing the bread and buttering it.* -05:57 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Blinks again at St. James* Not really…..those seem to be fine…I figured I would just sleep off this headache anyway, ‘ -05:57 Mar 18
Marion: *He was always so kind, but he really should consider himself more often… Marion was doing miserably at keeping herself awake and her eyes on him. Asleep at the table, but only until the soup was done!* -06:01 Mar 18

Dr St James: *He nods.* Oh, alright. I wanted to check to be sure. Now, if you keep feeling light-headed and dizzy let me know. I want you to take this just in case. *He hands her a tea bag.* Some herbal remedy. Add to hot water, let this soak in it until the water turns green, and it will be done. My mother knew quite a bit about herbs. It’s proven to help headaches.

Faulkner Grant: *Finishes buttering up the bread and checks the soup. It is almost ready. He looks over at Miss Courtland and smiles a bit sadly.* -06:08 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *She nods, taking the bag from him.* Thanks…. I’ll make sure to use it tomorrow morning when I wake up. -06:08 Mar 18
Marion: *No, she’s not asleep! Marion catches herself dozing and forces herself to sit up, rubbing her eyes gently. The kitchen was no place to fall asleep!* -06:11 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Turns just as Miss Courtland wakes up to find the soup is ready and fills a bowl for her. He places a spoon in the bowl and sets it in front of her, along with the plate of buttered bread.* Rise and shine, sleepyhead. -06:12 Mar 18

Dr St James: You’re quite welcome! *Realizing his nose is going to start bleeding again, he grabs his bag and scurries to the door.* Have a good day–uh, evening–um, Miss Rosewood!

Marion: I’m sorry… I don’t think I’ve slept at all in days. *She takes the spoon and stirs her soup!* -06:14 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Poor James! She hopes he isn’t having another one of those dreadful nosebleeds— and she is unable to help as he rushes out the door! She herself is awfully exauhsted, and for once takes the doctor’s advice about taking it easy! In moments she’s asleep on her own bed…unconscious.* -06:15 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Picks up and eats a slice of buttered bread as he sits down across from her.* I hope you enjoy the soup. -06:22 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Takes a moment to gather himself once he is out of Miss Rosewood’s room and down the hall. He puts a hand on his chest and breathes. Dear, that was a close one! But at least Miss Rosewood is well and she forgave him. He walks down the stairs to see if the Wellingtons are still there. If not, perhaps he should start looking for Miss Courtland or Faulkner.*

By Diala

Alarice and Diana have a severe addiction to Oracle, while running naked through Shadowstar, Desire of the Deep and anything else they dip their hands in to.

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