Closed [Sullin's Residence]Ink and Blood[Amelia Cross]

[Clyde Sullins]

Once she was ready, Clyde began to exude a small bit of res from his left hand with a impulse, forming a ball the size of his fist, and floating it up to chest height in front of him. It glistened in the light of the torches, bright silver and ethereal. He sent a thought at the ball, and the outside layer of it turned to flame, sending out its own light. He held the blade over its flickering heat, warming up the blade. "I need to heat it up, to make it safe before I cut you, or else it might get infected." Clyde held it there till the blade grew red hot, and then moved away the blade, waving it in the air to cool it down. he also cut off the flow of res to the flame, and let the flames die down until finally they went out. After a few chimes, it had cooled enough to use it on Amelia. He brought it down to her hands, and in turn slid it lightly across the surface of her palms. One, and then the other. He did it carefully, slowly sliding it across, so that he did not accidentally cut too deep. As he did, a steady dribble of blood flowed out of the wounds. Clyde stood over her, and began to exude his res, out of his mouth, each exhale heavy in res, and a steady flow out of his hands. The larger mass of res from his mouth moved down to Amelia's face, to her mouth and nose. The streams coming out of his hands moved to Amelia's palm cuts. With a push forward of his mind, his res rushed in, entering her blood through her hands, her mouth, her nostrils, flowing up and into and down it. He concentrated fully upon his task, focusing on his res, feeling the part of himself inside of Amelia, flowing in deeper, exuding more res and pushing in more. He kept on flowing it in, no matter what she did. If she fought it, tried to force it out. He kept going, for once he began, he would not, perhaps could not, stop. Down her veins, up her arms and down her throat and into her chest and lungs and body. Till he felt a nodule deep within her, within her body, within her djed, within perhaps her very soul, and felt it be soaked in his res, felt it awaken and sputter and spark to life with a glow of res. He began to pull the res back out, slowly flowing it back the way it had come, retracing its route. It would hurt just as much as it had on the way in, as it did now on the way out. Finally, after what had really been chimes, but likely felt like bells, all of the res was out, the last wisps flowing from her open mouth as she would likely begin to cough and splutter, sucking in fresh air. He reabsorbed his res, sucking it all back into his body, much of it gone now, soaked into her flesh and a part of her, used in awakening her Reimancy, some of it simply decayed and gone. He went over to get the bandages feeling weak, not from res usage, but simply from the amount of complete concentration he had been required to hold the entire time. For a stray thought, a stray impulse during the initiation, would have killed Amelia. He took the bandages, and wrapped them around her hands, clean side down, going around once, twice, covering the wounds, covering her entire palms, a line of red in the middle of it soaking into the bandage from her cuts. He wrapped it around more times, until the stain of blood was all but unseen. "It is done Amelia. You need to rest now, at least for a few days. Once you are feeling better, I will help you to a spare room, were you can rest and get some sleep. No magic, at least until 3 days from now at the soonest, and after that only one or two small spells a day until we meet again to begin your training in Reimancy."

[Amelia Cross]

A deep breath to calm herself, she closed her eyes and refused to think of how he would cut her palms. Amelia could hear him speak, but she didn’t want to think of it, she wanted to concentrate on it, she was drifting off somewhere, his voice nothing but an echo. Only one word from him was solid in her mind, breath, keep breathing. That was what she did, calmly, one slow breath after the other. She kept still, only slightly twitching at the pain of the dagger cut her palm and the feeling of her warm blood against her skin.

None the less, she had little time to think about that, as soon enough she felt it. The first instant, she didn’t think it was as horrible as Clyde had made it seem. She felt just warmth, like a dry, overly hot day. It wasn’t horrible, but neither was it pleasant. But that was just the beginning. Soon enough, the burning came though her, those horrible snakes he had spoken of, entering her body where ever they could, burning her from the inside. But that wasn’t exactly how she felt, something was entering her, but it didn’t feel like fire. It felt like blades, thousand little blades scratching her, cutting her apart.

Soon the pain was too much to handle with the calmness she was trying to preserve, the pain found Its way up to her eyes, drawing out tears that escaped her tightly shut eyes and rolled down her face, leaving a faint trail of mascara that it had dragged along. Her breathing becoming more like chaotic gasps as if she was drowning. The pain of the Res entering her, it was horrible.

Still, she had no idea how it would be when Clyde was awakening her own res. Her back arching upwards and her hands trying to dig in the ground like claws of an animal. Breathing became harder and harder with every little breath she made. Her tears were no more just a drop, it flew like a river.

And then, she was dropped, her body felt like thrown back, like a doll cut from the strings of a puppeteer. Amelia despised feeling weak, but she couldn’t protest or even open her mouth much as Clyde was wrapping bondages around her cuts. No strength to look at him, just enough to regain her average pace of breathing. Only when he spoke again, did Amelia find the strength in herself to open her eyes.

She needed rest, she could feel it, but she wanted to go home. Her first attempts to walk lead her to falling down, to her knees on the cold floor. It hurt her ego much more than her actual body. ”C…Clyde…could you please…help me get to that room?” pathetic, maybe. Rude to not use any honorifics? Perhaps, she hadn’t discussed that with him. But at this moment, she didn’t find it worth her thoughts. She didn’t even find dressing worth it, she just wanted to sleep, rest her tiered bones.

[Clyde Sullins]

Amelia tried and failed to get up. He had said he would help her when she asked, but instead she foolishly tried to do it herself. For a moment he thought her body was once more jerking and spasm-ing, until he came to realize it was her trying to stand. He set his staff aside, and slid one arm under her neck, the other under her armpits, and slowly sat her up. Then he gently helped her to her feet, helping her stand on shaky knees. It took him a bit, quite an ordeal, but he got her standing, and keeping his arms under her armpits, linked behind her and helping keep her standing, he led her to the room off the lab on the right, which was unoccupied. Once they got inside, Clyde led her to the bed, helping her slide into it under the covers of the bed. Unlike the rest of his house which was sparsely decorated and only with things that served a purpose... With nothing overly expensive or well made, even this room not being an exception in general... She would find the bed was such an exception Clyde took. The only one. Each room had a fine bed, with a comfortable mattress, an actual mattress made of cotton batting, not just some cheap one stuffed with hay as most people slept on, and a actual soft sheet covering it to sleep under. Perhaps she would notice this detail standing out oddly from the rest of the furnishings in the house, or perhaps she would not. Perhaps it even said something about Clyde, that it was the only thing he had spent any extra Mizas on. Clyde left and came back a chime later with his waterskin, and helped her take a few small sips from it, hoping to cool her throat which likely did not feel to well right now. "Just rest now. You can leave if you want in the morning. We will talk later." With that, Clyde left the room. There was a bathroom attached to the room should she need to go, otherwise she could rest.

[Amelia Cross]

Helpless, much like a doll in his arms, Amelia was taken to the unoccupied room. At this state, when she could barely find the strength in herself to walk, her mind had little to no interest, to pay attention to the furnishing of the room. Even the unusually soft and pleasant to the feel matrass didn’t manage to catch her attention. She was sure she’d think of even the stone pedestal as a bed made of clouds.

Amelia didn’t even manage to notice the moment when Clyde left, or how he returned. She just noticed he brought her water. From the recent experience, she thought it would taste like blood, as it felt like her body was destroyed by blade, her mouth as well. But no, it was like a little blessing, soothing her pain. Still she couldn’t find anything to say, or more so, her mouth refused to speak. ”thank you…” was all she managed, before she laid down completely once more.

Still it was strange, her eyes were shut, her body craved sleep, but she couldn’t drift off. This fling was unusual to Amelia, but she decided to let it pass on the fact of her just finding it hard to sleep in new places. Which was a lie, as she could easily fall asleep any other time, her first visit to Ravok and countless nights at the boarding house.

Eventually though, she fell asleep. It was far from a decent, calm rest as she continued to shudder in her sleep, what occasionally turned into violent spasms, making the girl roll from one side to the other. None the less, she didn’t wake up.

Around seven bells latter, or even more, she awoke. The girl stroke up in a sitting position as soon as her eyes were able to focus fully. At first she didn’t remember where she was, but soon enough it all came back. How she came to Clyde, the initiation and the way she was almost carried to the room.

Her body didn’t hurt anymore, at least not as strongly and it did before. The only noticeable pain causers being her palms, but frankly, they were probably the only place that didn’t hurt at all. Even as she got up, much steadier on her feet than before. All she wanted was to get dressed and leave, but she somehow still felt sleepy.

Heading to the first door she saw, the girl hopped to find Clyde, but luckily, she found the bathroom. Without a second thought, Amelia entered and splashed her face with cold water, just to make sure she was up and ready. The moment water touched her face, she remembered the symbols he had drawn on her, for the initiation. She instantly looked down at her arms, but nothing was there. Leaving her a bit more confused than before, having one more question to add…once she finds it fitting that is.

Generally, it didn’t take her long for her to dress, once more, the most time consuming bit being her lace choker. But once that was out of the way, she walked out, out of the room she woke up. Her manner of walking was still not as steady as she’d wish, but good enough to leave.

[Verilian]

. . Thread Award . . Clyde Sullins +2 Drawing +3 Glyphing +1 Writing +2 Logic +1 Teaching Lores: Creating a Grand Oath for the First Time, Glyphing Technique: Grand Oath, Initiating Amelia Cross Expenses: -106gm for Grand Oath Supplies Amelia Cross +2 Observation +1 Meditation Lores: Signing the Grand Oath, Reimancy: What Res Is, Initiated into Reimancy Expenses: -5 sm to tip the Ravosalaman Reputation: +1 with the Ravosalamen for being a good tipper.*Note: You aren't required to keep track of this, I keep track of it on the factions thread, but you are welcome to add it to your CS if you want to. You Question My Logic? : If there are any questions on the award, feel free to ask. Amelia, I couldn't give you much since you technically didn't do much, but with that lore, Initiated into Reimancy, you may now practice reimancy in any thread dated after this one. Notes: Great thread guys! I love these kind of threads. Amelia, I've added to your storyteller secrets the grand oath that you signed, and also noted that you were initiated into reimancy. Again, loved the thread, and keep writing! Notice As per the request of the Founders, threads cannot be graded unless your CS is up to date. This means you need to add threads to your thread list when you make new threads, keep your skills up to date, ledger, living expenses, ect. If you aren't up to date, you'll get a PM from me before i grade your thread. If you are up to date, disregard this notice.