Jul26, 2014

My immune system is shot…

Jul25, 2014

Together Again

tar-dynasty:

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((Comes after Trading Places. RP with fivefootfierce))

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After leaving Lord Laz’ab’s compound, Djonwi transports Ayy on the stretcher back to the nearest spaceport via a speeder, and then onto the ship he borrowed from his sister. He had readied the medbay aboard the ship beforehand, and brings the stretcher in.

Ayy blinks a few times, shutting her eyes tightly before opening them again. “G-gone? ‘E is no ‘ere?” She manages, quietly.

Djonwi nods and picks Ayy up to carefully lie her on the bed. “‘E is gone. You are safe now, dauah,” he smiles a little to try to reassure her and then waves over the ship’s medical droid to get an assessment of her injuries.

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Aughmnadj’ogeg cutieleks

Jul25, 2014
Jul25, 2014

Trading Places (Ayy’ziveri/Laz’ab/Bi’ev/Djonwi)

ascottlegacy:

Lord Laz’ab approaches the designated meeting point, a narrow corridor thrust into a cruel red light that leads onto the landing in and out of his small compound. His face is set into its usual mask of grim determination, pointed jaw stiff and eyes narrowed, though a hint of a smile plays at the corner of his lips as he toys with the long stretcher floating at his side.

Disoriented from the maze of tunnels and corridors they had navigated through, Ayy’ziveri lies prone atop it, staring upwards at a point on the ceiling as they gradually slow to a halt. Her tchin is curled over her chest; she doesn’t make a sound, though she flinches once as she adjusts to the harsh light.

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Jul24, 2014

Stupid pain…

Finally made a doctor’s appointment.

Jul24, 2014

Need A Light

ascottlegacy:

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((Holy crap I can’t write stories.

Sort of a “filler” thing based on the silly picture I drew earlier. May or may not become canonical, that’s up to FIveFootFierce. This takes place after the torture RP log.))

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Ayy’ziveri had no idea how long she had been down here. She was relocated to this holding cell after the doctor had tended to her wounds—his demeanor had surprised her. After her encounter with the mad Sith, she would never have expected someone with so much … sense to be working in his domain. The rutian Twi’lek had seemed genuinely concerned with her wellbeing, and had wasted no time at all in tending to her wounds.

Now she was boxed in on all sides by four cold walls, with no light save what thin sliver managed to struggle beneath the door. A chill had long since seeped through her clothes—her bloodstained clothes—and shivered for what seemed like hours in the darkness. Finally, the Twi’lek had dropped into an uneasy sleep.

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