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Post by Mosrael//Ranna on Sept 11, 2011 23:28:24 GMT -5
A man of medium height and build and gentle features spoke to the mediwizard at the desk, and then thanked her with a calm smile. He wore nondescript clothes which were neatly pressed and attractively casual. The clothes fit his compact frame nicely. Overall, the man gave off the impression of a quiet, well-groomed person.
He walked down the hallway, his blue eyes searching the numbers on each door. His pace was relaxed and slow, as if he had no pressing matters, no where to be except where he was at that moment. And indeed, he had come from very far away to be in this place.
Finally the man reached the correct door. A label beside the door read Kameren.
Knocking politely, the man pushed it open with one hand. He entered the room and looked at the lanky professor lying on the bed in the private room, observed the weary circles under his eyes, the white streaks in his hair. For a long moment all the man did was to look at Curse Kameren, his expression revealing nothing.
Then he finally spoke.
"Hello Curse. My name is Daniel."
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Post by Curse Kameren on Sept 11, 2011 23:48:57 GMT -5
Things were quite hazy for Curse as he re-entered consciousness. The pain from his shoulder was immense, and the staff had been keeping him sedated to keep him from upsetting his snapped collar bone and re-grown muscles. Mosrael's curse hadn't just cut him, it had removed that part of his shoulder completely. It was an old magic, which made it tough to re-grow. If Curse wanted to raise his arm above his shoulder again, though, he would comply with the mediwizard's wishes.
And if he didn't, there were always anesthetics.
Groggy green eyes opened to survey his hospital room; it was empty, for the first time since he'd arrived. Max, Arianna, Alex and his friends had been keeping watch over him since the battle. Even Amelia and Peter had paid a visit at one point, sparking an argument between Curse and Amelia that caused Curse to have to be put to sleep again. The staff at St. Mungo's had finally giving up on trying to convince Curse to keep still on his own. Now, they just forced him. It was probably better for all parties that way.
Curse clenched and opened the fingers on his left hand, a twinge of pain coming from his shoulder with the motion. He noticed the white-gold ring that was replaced on his finger; Curse had been keeping it in his wallet since Arianna's return, someone must have found it. A quiet smile pulled at his pale face; his family was safe. They were whole again. This all was worth it.
A polite knock sounded on the door. Curse's eyes shifted in the direction of the door, but he didn't beckon the visitor inside. He was used to St. Mungo's visitors coming in on their own. Merlin knew he was here enough to know the protocol. Sure enough, a generally average-looking man stepped in, spending a moment to survey the professor. There was something vaguely familiar about him.
"It's five quid for this freak show exhibit." A crooked half-smile tweaked at Curse's mouth as he met the man's eyes. He was still a bit loony from the pain medication. Perhaps more than a bit.
"Hello Curse. My name is Daniel."
"Oh." Curse's face fell and he met the man's eyes. He didn't reply.
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Post by Mosrael//Ranna on Sept 17, 2011 2:59:13 GMT -5
The man known as Daniel took a seat, his expression guarded, yet also open in a strange way. He was calm and was quite the antithesis of his sister, or at least the thing that occupied her body.
"I'm sorry to bother you while you're recovering, but don't worry, I'm not here to threaten anyone, least of all you. I wanted to thank you." Daniel folded his hands in his lap and studied the lanky man in the bed, admiring his stubbornness, the will to hang on, and to remain himself even despite what he'd been through.
Finally he spoke again. "Mosrael's defeated, but she isn't dead. She's lost somewhere between here and the shadow world. When you attacked her, it nearly killed her. But the chaotic magic that the demon had been channeling through her protected her in a way. But Ranna and I were released, we weren't just prisoners in her consciousness."
Memory swept through him, Daniel's eyes grew distant and sad. "Ranna, the real one, realized if the demon escaped, it would just become more powerful and seek another body to control. So she decided to keep it inside her, to bind it and keep battling it inside of her. But that explosion of magic sent us to somewhere between worlds,"
He smiled slightly. "This is all sounding pretty crazy. Bear with me for a moment, then I'll be gone."
"I don't...quite know how it happened, but somehow being that close to the way into death, it allowed Ranna to send me back, to retrieve my real form and release my consciousness from being trapped in the demon's mind. All I remember is fragments, really. I woke up in the Forbidden Forest, in my body again."
Daniel's blue-eyed gaze met Curse's. He hoped that despite the fog of potions, the man was listening. He probably hated Daniel because of his connection with Mosrael. But Daniel knew he would run into that frequently.
"I'm here to thank you for doing what you did, defeating Mosrael and freeing me. I know if I try to apologize for what she did to you and your family, you'll probably hurl something at me." A wry smile touched his lips. "But I'll apologize anyways. I'm in your debt, Curse Kameren." Daniel stood, straightening his jacket.
"I mean to mend what Mosrael broke, even though everyone will probably curse me for it. I think you can understand a bit of that, in a way. Being judged for something that wasn't your fault." Daniel knew he was treading on tricky ground, as Curse might take that as an insult. But Daniel was very serious.
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