@sonofdoma [Her brows can’t help but rise, expecting a bit of an argument and some protesting from him, so all she can say is] ...Alright then.
[After a pause, she murmurs] Do know if you try to go without me, I will eventually hunt you down /and/ find you. I’m sure you know this.
[Every part of her aches as she limps her way into the Enclave, doing her best to stick to the shadows so as to not alert anyone of her presence. It’s not easy, trying to use what bit of aether she has to do her best blending in, to have no one start a fuss over something she’s ~
ᴏʀᴀᴄʟᴇ.
ˈɒrək(ə)l/
(noun)
a priest or priestess acting
as a medium through whom advice
or prophecy was sought from the
gods in classical antiquity.
#FFrp#MVrp
{[ I hope to reply to (*very*) long awaited RPs soon. It’s just been easier to answer the very few that don’t require as much thought. I also want to write my best for those who have waited this long.
And, well, my attention hasn’t been on XV much these days.
@sonofdoma immediately, and there’s cuts and bruises over the rest of her. Past the blindfold, once taken away, reveals some bruises on her face too with a cut near one of her eyes.
She’s in bad shape, but with how quickly the chirurgeon works, she’ll live to see another day.]
@sonofdoma [Finally, after what seems like a lifetime, a chirurgeon arrives to inspect and care for Nova in Hien’s residence within one of his rooms. It’s where he asked for someone like her to stay at, after all.
There’s a side wound definietly bleeding out that has to be inspected ~
@sonofdoma out, but soon prying eyes won’t see. She can be at peace, recovering somewhere quiet.
Yet it brings question as to who would inflict such pain. The first thought is the Garleans, but given recent events, no—they wouldn’t come this far only for this to happen.]
@sonofdoma [Eventually, others came to see Nova had collapsed and immediately acted. Blood covered a bit of the Enclave, after all, and no one who saw could turn their gaze away.
A chirurgeon is sent for right away, and she’s picked up from the floor, still passed out, still bleeding ~
footsteps of the servant are heard, along with their yells, before her eyelids flutter behind the blindfold until she is covered in more darkness.]
@sonofdoma
[she says lowly, voice wavering slightly.] Which means you do not need to send for anyone. [For she is no one, and always has been.]
Nonsense! [the servant dares to protest] Lord Hien must know, after I send for a chirurgeon.
No, you musn’t—
[She then collapses.
The rushed ~