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Post by The D.J. C.J. on Aug 9, 2015 1:31:23 GMT
It was strange how difficult some people could make the simplest of tasks.
Usually, Edwin would have been done by now, but the attention lavished onto him by the dragonkin made for a factor he was so unused to. Sure, Arwen had tried to be nice, but at least she'd been distracted. Edwin had never liked attention - rather getting whatever he needed to done and leaving. But this much attention...it almost felt like Edwin was being suffocated. And somehow this ridiculous dragonkin didn't even seem to realise it, which was all the worse. Edwin didn't care where she'd grown up or how much of this happy-go-lucky 'everyone is important' nonsense she believed in, but he couldn't stand it. Perhaps it was because it felt like what she was asking was for him to settle for this, and that was something he absolutely refused for. Though alternatively, perhaps it was because this dragonkin was really making him nervous as hell.
Apparently she was asking him what he should be called? The idea of 'Sir Melchiott' still creeped him out immensely. "What else...? Look, just...just call me Edwin. Like everyone does." he rubbed his forehead trying to focus on not focusing on Val, the cruelest version of the 'polar bear experiment' he'd ever had to deal with. Were all dragonkin like this one? He desperately tried to ignore her and focus on his work while she went on about how his job was 'so important' and honourbale. Every word made Edwin feel even more crushed - almost suffocated by praise - and it was taking all his effort to keep what little reputation he had and not run out of the cubicle screaming in panic. "Why...won't...she...stop?!" he thought to himself, desperately focusing on the keys. Fortunately he was almost done, everything was almost set up, just fixing up a few minor details in the firewall and then he could finally get out of here before anything else got--
"Something is on my back."
Edwin froze almost rock solid. The feeling of scaled hands and claws lightly resting on his back, poking but not tearing the skin. Edwin wasn't sure if he'd made some sort of noise or not, but he was pretty sure he was soundlessly choking on his own panic. His brain just crashed to a halt - he was still sure somewhere he was conscious, though it was almost like watching himself swimming through air. Was his heart beating? Almost like it was going to explode, but yes, it was. Was he breathing? Not really, his jaw just seemed to hang open. Edwin thought somewhere it would have been fascinating, if it weren't for the fact that he was pretty sure that he was going to have a heart attack and pass out shortly. In what felt like a act of supreme willpower, he managed to force his own body to breathe in to regain at least some motor control, and quietly but desperately wheeze out the words, "Please...stop..."
Somewhere as thought was starting to return to his overloaded brain, he thought that if he survived all this, he was going to beat ****ing Geoff to death with a chair. It would ruin the better fantasies, true, but one had to enjoy what one could in what short time one had on this earth.
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Post by Restkastel on Aug 9, 2015 23:08:35 GMT
Apparently, Sir Melchiott would prefer I call him Edwin, as that was what everyone else did. Was referring to people simply by their given name a common thing in human society? How intriguing, and quite a shift from what I knew about it. I guess it makes sense, as from what I could tell modern society was far more focused on the individual than the family, and sadly honor had been devalued and redefined, what I had seen when I was speaking with Sir Melchiott had confirmed it. Letting him know that I would abide by his wishes from now on, I responded to him, "That is fine then, I shall refer to you as Edwin from here on out. As you can tell I am quite unfamiliar with human society, so please, just let me know if my actions are out of place or inappropriate," I added, letting him know to just speak up if I did something wrong, and I would not consider it rude if he did so.
After trying to comfort him for a while, Sir Melchiott seemed to be more and more distressed, his face going pale and his mouth hanging open. It was obvious that something was wrong, but I had no idea what it was. He eventually managed to speak, seeming asking me to take my hand off of his back. "Excuse me if I offended you, I was simply trying to provide comfort since you seemed to be highly uncomfortable. I did not mean any offense, I was simply doing something my mother would do when I was not feeling well," I said, giving a sincere apology to Sir Melchiott. That still left the question as to what was wrong with him, and I felt the need to look for Sir West, maybe he could tell what was going on far better than myself.
With that in mind I began to speak to the boy, "You really seem not to be feeling well, I shall see if I cannot find Sir West, he probably will be of far more help than I." After saying that to the boy, I began to leave the office I was in, I believe it was called a cubicle if I was not mistaken, and looked in the direction that Sir West had left in a while back to get more durable supplies for me. Hopefully, he would be on his way back and could help with this issue as soon as possible.
Luckily that was indeed the case, and I saw him coming down the hallway with a box of office supplies in hand, a keyboard that looked far more my size sticking out of it, and it likely had other things inside it as well. Flagging him down, I made my way over to him when he was about twenty feet from the cubicle. I quickly started to speak to him, "Sir West, it is good you have arrived back here at this very moment. Something is amiss with Sir Melchiott, it seems like he is feeling unwell, however I know not what exactly the problem is, as I am rather unfamiliar with human biology. Would you please take a look to see what the problem is and get medical help if it is necessary? " I was really worried about him, after all, it would not do for a valuable community member to be sick and make it worse by continuing work when they were sick or injured, only to make it worse and put them out of commission for longer.
I waited for Sir West's response, hoping he would be able to help resolve this situation.
OOC: Feel free to jump in after Edwin's next post, Saito. If things kept going as they were, he would have been on the ground foaming.
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Post by The D.J. C.J. on Aug 10, 2015 7:17:06 GMT
"Ahh..."
Edwin managed to gasp out some sort of thing that may or may not have been a response to whatever Val was saying now. She was still saying things, but by this point Edwin hadn't quite enough of his brain back under control in order to process what she was saying, or for that matter what anyone was saying. His heart rate was at least starting to return to something that wouldn't end up making him pass out, but he still felt like he'd nearly died. What the hell had just happened? Everything still felt like it was moving in slow motion.
He desperately pushed himself to his feet, wobbling but managing to stay upright - though he did have to lean on the table. As far as the computer was concerned, it seemed to be appropriately set up - but by this point, even if there was something wrong, Edwin wouldn't have been able to figure out what it was - it was just hard to think. Hell, he had to focus on just breathing. His glasses had still stayed on his face, thank goodness, and sight was starting to sort itself out. He could see Val turn out of the cubicle to do something, but as far as what it was, he didn't know nor care. "Just...need...to get out..."
Edwin shakily stepped towards the exit of the cubicle, grasping the side of it to support himself as he walked out of the cubicle, shambling. As he past West, he barely glanced at him - though it wouldn't be much of a stretch to say his face was almost ghostly pale. "Computer's...fixed." he managed to say, sounding just as shaky as he looked. With that, he shambled down the offices, back to his familar office of the TAMRD. As he moved down, it seemed he at least was recovering himself. "As far as I'm concerned, she's West's problem now. I need some coffee...or possibly bourbon."
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Post by Puck on Aug 10, 2015 15:29:58 GMT
Michael West It took a while, but he got it. Michael made a speedy visit to the supply offices and already berated the "kids" who were supposed to be in charge of supplying the needs of Mystic Kind. He felt better, but he had to bring this box full of stuff to Valxiris. It would've been heavy for any other shmuck around, but not West. He's already been accustomed to a bit of lifting around the office for a while, especially heavier things like this box. The office-worker had just arrived back at the offices and saw the dragonkin coming up to him in evident worry and explained Edwin's plight. He raised an eyebrow and saw Edwin just struggling to get out while even moving past him while saying he has done his job. Michael patted him on the shoulder as he left. Certainly, he didn't seem quite at ease. Though at least he's heading back to the T.A.M.R.D. "Well... I suppose he'll be fine. Melchiott's a tough guy. Don't worry about it. His department will take care of him. I guess." Knowing Geoff, he'd at least give the kid some kind of reprieve for whatever the hell happened between Edwin and Valxiris. Though he didn't want to know what did happen. Not his business after all. West set down the box onto the cubicle's desk, started to lay them out, and set a couple of them up for the dragonkin. After hooking up the keyboard, he turned around towards her and said, "I think that's it. Anything else?"
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Post by Restkastel on Aug 11, 2015 0:13:47 GMT
As I brought Sir West back to the cubicle to inquire to if Sir Melchiott was alright, he had managed to hobble his way on out, and given Sir West had not stopped him, it seemed that I was worried over nothing, and Sir West's words only confirmed this. "Thank goodness, I was afraid something was wrong with them, and we could not have an important member of the community making himself sicker by working through his illness," I said, breathing a sigh of relief that he was alright. With that said, there was not much left to do, Sir West had returned with the office supplies and started setting them up, including a better mouse and keyboard for someone my size, and a set of office implements that looked far sturdier than what I had been given before.
After he had done that , he put stood up and faced me, and asked me if that was all., to which I responded, "Yes, Sir West, you have been a great help to me. If you ever wish to take up sword-fighting, I would be glad to teach you as repayment for the help," I said, giving a light bow to indicate my gratitude. "I will not keep you here any longer, as you seem to be a busy man, and every minute you tarry here more work is likely to pile up at your desk."
With that, I gave him a small farewell and sat down at my desk, and rearranged a few of the things that I had been given so that they would be in a better position for me to use. Other than that, I just wanted to get to work, however since Sir West still had not left yet, I kept my attention split, just in case he had something else to say or ask of me.
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Post by Puck on Aug 11, 2015 2:08:53 GMT
Michael West "Uh, yeah. Sure, thanks. I'll think about it. If that's all, then I'll head out. You have a good day, Val," he awkwardly waved back and turned to leave. She was rather courteous, West had to admit. She wasn't like those other Mystics that really made too much of an issue of the stuff around here... like that one unruly minotaur that a Ki Artist volunteer had to manhandle with his bare hands. It left a huge mess in its wake and so much paperwork to fill out. Speaking of which, there must be a mountain accumulating right now with how he lost this much time. With a sour expression, he simply dashed down through the hall and off he went. OOC: And I guess that's it for the thread. Be sure to have this in your Character Tracker, both of you.
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