SWM Seeking Desperate Member of the NHS

[eternalhost7.livejournal.com]

~It's with a groan that he slumps into the marsh of Level Five, arms folded over his middle. He's just felt something burst, and it's a horrible sensation. He can picture it in his mind- a membrane, veins bulging around it, suddenly expanding like a balloon grasped in the middle and exploding with mucus to line his insides. He curses his own ever-colourful imagination. That's probably not even what's happened; everyone extrapolates their problems. He's probably pulled something, is all.

Still, he's starting to hope for some company that doesn't come from those drowning nearby. He's never wanted a nurse before, but now he'd love a nubile young male nurse to fawn over him. Some palm leaves, maybe a glass of good wine. While he's at it, he'd like a long warm bath and a fluffy dressing-gown too.

A large tentacle rears up from the depths a few feet from him and it's with an unbecoming yelp that he jumps up and legs it to higher ground.~

Pain, pain, pain, ow.

~He limps to the top of a small hill and uses the vantage point to survey his surroundings, really hoping for that nurse to show up.~

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[ladycachtice7.livejournal.com]

*it's really quite unfortunate that the farthest thing from a nurse can be spotted toeing across the marsh, she's assisted by the severed, shapely leg of a women - which she uses as a makeshift crutch - there's something damning in her assured possessiveness of it that indicates she didn't simply pick it up on her way*

[eternalhost7.livejournal.com]

*He sees her, and makes out the leg she is using as a staff. His first reaction is to hide, seeing as she almost certainly is out for blood. But then... she doesn't look official. If there's no danger of being sent back to his original circle he could have quite an enjoyable time. If only she were a man.*

Excuse me! *He raises his voice a little, and stands with difficulty.* You, with the third leg!

[ladycachtice7.livejournal.com]

*Bathory's eyes shoot right up, narrowing as she spots the (clearly inferior) man addressing her in such an unbecoming fashion, she refuses to shout back and dignify the lemming with a response - but she has every intent to see to it that knows his place in the future, she makes her way to him, walking less demurely then she'd like to think*

[eternalhost7.livejournal.com]

*When someone's hobby involves choosing the correct victims, they learn to interpret body language. He can clearly tell that this woman isn't to be messed with, but this interests him more than anything else. People don't scare him- but now he is mildly concerned with his own safety. He sits upright to wait for her, watching her closely to try and read her a little more.*

[ladycachtice7.livejournal.com]

*she manages the hill with some difficulty, coming to the top only to tower over Andrew imposingly, the severed leg coming into view for what it is, she stares down at him with a concentrated and spiteful malice, sticking out her crutch, making to use the bloody and feminine toes of her prize to turn Andrew's cheek - to inspect him*

[eternalhost7.livejournal.com]

*He smacks the foot away in distaste- not because it is dead but because he finds feet horribly unclean.*

If you must treat me like a piece of meat, at least do it hygienically.

*He pauses and senses that they have a common interest between them. Then he stands up to her height.*

Can I help you, Miss...?

[ladycachtice7.livejournal.com]

*she strikes him, swift and hard, the back of her elegant hand surprisingly strong*

Tell me, churl, what bestowed you such brazen coarseness? You are but an insect - and you will address me as an ant would an eagle.

[eternalhost7.livejournal.com]

*There's a brief moment of silence as he recovers from the shock of someone being so impolite to him. Certainly this is Hell, but even here people have a modicum of... if not courtesy then self-preservation.*

Glossing over how ants and eagles rarely interact in the natural world... *He touches where he was smacked to judge how much of a red mark it will leave.* I don't like to just give away my personal information to psychopaths. If you aren't planning on being of some use to me, I'll be taking my leave.

*He really isn't looking forward to having to take his leave. He can barely stand the horrible stinging and buzzing inside.*

[ladycachtice7.livejournal.com]

*she makes to strike, slender fingers reaching for Andrew's jaw, intending to grip it - to keep this new petulant wretch near her so she can exact retribution for his impropriety*