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[rdmcatpaw]

[The recording comes to life with a large gasp from the Mithra, she's trying to keep control of her emotions, but there's hint in her voice that its failing.]

...I need some help on deck 7! Something horrible took place here and I'm trying to...

[She trails off, the chime of her spell can be heard. It is ineffective to the body its being casted on.]

My magic doesn't seem to be working!

[She tries again, a Raise spell, but it fails as well. Her voice is starting to crack.]

C'mon! Work! Embraced by the soothing wind, heal the wounds of those deeply in need! Cure IV!

[Again, it fails. There's a cry of frustration before the feed dies with a loud thunk.]

Comments

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

I can still try.

[alittlegreedy.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't like you potentially wasting your energy, Catpaw. That's what bothers him about that. Though honestly, he's at a complete loss - something he's certainly not used to being - as to what to do.

What did humans do when they tried to comfort each other? Suddenly, it seemed a little hard to recall. Clearly hesitating, he shifts his weight and pulls a hand out of his pocket-- and gently puts it on her back. It's meant to be comforting, somehow, though it's hardly for him as to just how unsure he is.]

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[When Greed's hand touches her back, it causes her to jump a little and interrupt her spell. The mage turns her head to look at Greed before looking back at Kevas' body.]

...I can still try. There's a chance it might work.

[Considering how much magic she has used up, mostly over failures.]

[alittlegreedy.livejournal.com]

["A chance that's too small to be worth the effort," is what he thinks, though he doesn't say. He has yet to get the ways humans deal with grief; but that doesn't mean he's going to abandon the idea of it, either. The notion remains there.

He almost laughs, really.]

You think he would want you to exhaust yourself over this?

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[She falls silent for a moment and moves to a mediative kneel with closed eyes.]

No, but at least I'm doing something about it instead of being suicidal and trying to find the person who did this to him.

[alittlegreedy.livejournal.com]

[He does laugh at that, if only a chuckle. It's not meant to be malevolent.]

Well, I don't know about suicidal. [As, he wouldn't let it be.] You don't think it'd make you feel better?

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[Greed, don't be planting thoughts of revenge in to her head.]

He wouldn't be pleased if I got myself killed, or anyone else for that matter.

[alittlegreedy.livejournal.com]

Well...

[He moves away from her, his touch leaving her, to lean against the hallway's wall. He folds his arms; otherwise, continuing to survey the situation without expression.]

I suppose we just wait, then.

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[She takes a moment to open her eyes and glance at Greed.]

Wait? ...Oh. Yes. I guess so.

[She closes her eyes and sighs.]

You don't have to stay. I'll be fine.

[alittlegreedy.livejournal.com]

[This thread takes place in hammerspace. He remains where he is.]

Nah, I'll stay. [Because he wants to make sure she's all right, and honestly has nothing better to do.] Don't want you getting into anything more you can't handle.

[Take that as thou wishes to.]

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

I'll be fine!

[That came out more snappy than she intended.]

Sorry...

[alittlegreedy.livejournal.com]

[A grin; he's not easily affected by such.]

Yeah, I guess you'll have to be a little more convincing.

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[She can't focus, so she moves back to her feet with a frown and starts rubbing at her eyes.]

I doubt I can do that right now.