Just One Mistake (July Catch All)

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Characters: Valdis and open
Date: July 8th and onwards
Location: Various
Situation: Various
Warnings/Rating: In headers

On top of Wan's disappearance, the attack on Anton and Anton's subsequent illness, the vision had taken its toll on her both emotionally and physically. It seemed that Malicant's influence would never truly be gone from Keeliai. The Cultists, the soul gems and now this message that had somehow reached almost all of the other foreigners through a power she shouldn't have been able to access. The events of last month seemed to pale in comparison to the trauma of seeing the last moments of the five hatchlings. Her hatred and fear of Malicant had been rekindled and without Wan, she didn't know how she could curb either emotion. The other two people she could rely on were in no condition to help, Anton was too delicate right now and Raine had lost her brother. Those foreigners who hadn't experienced Malicant's reign were probably confused by the vision, having no reason to understand, and those that did probably hated her for what had happened. Zelgadis and Bakura had both lost their hatchlings, and she had inadvertently forced them to relive those moments. It seemed that, no matter what she did, she always screwed everything up.


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[peacefullywreathed]

More information than Solomon had expected, and Valdis sounded as bad as she felt. For some moments Solomon stood there, without acknowledging Ravel's curt greeting, turning information over in his head. The Void had come into play but it hadn't been Bakura who stopped it, it had been Valdis--by turning her sword on herself, apparently.

Solomon knew the sword, in a way; he couldn't register magic, usually, but Valdis's sword showed crystalline like death, while being warm in the manner of life. It was a conundrum Solomon had no intention of approaching, just in case, but apparently it was more than just a magic blade. Valdis using it on herself to stop the Void was frankly an element of control Solomon hadn't expected of her, though it wasn't much of a consolation--the fact the Void got out to begin with meant she still lacked it. And she thought he was dangerous.

Regardless. Bakura had switched their roles, by the sounds of it--traded one body for another. The khajbit could do that.

"He did it," Solomon said finally, "because Bakura never forces anyone into a position he's not also willing to take himself." His tone was matter-of-fact, devoid of accusation or even his usual sarcasm. "With your permission?"

He pointed to the Ring sitting on the table beside Valdis's chair. He knew it was there because he knew the Ring, but he didn't know whether she had noticed it in her state and had no intention of touching it without her permission. If she'd fought with Bakura and won, even won by default, the Ring would recognise her as owner. Solomon remembered that much from his and Bakura's early conversations--stories of priests fighting for ownership of the Millennium Items.

[redlightgreenlight]

She hated this. Hated how Erskine had to carry her from the fire sector, how weak she felt and how she couldn't feel anything to the level she was used to. And now even Solomon Wreath pitied her, speaking without his usual disdain or sarcasm, it was infuriating, but being angry was useless, at least she could take comfort in the fact that Erskine didn't seem to like Solomon either.

She opened her eyes again, looking at where Solomon pointed, relieved that it didn't come with dizziness this time. The Ring. She had almost forgotten that it was there. She didn't reply, waiting until Erskine had her settled on one of the sofas.

"Go ahead." she said, wondering why exactly the man needed her permission to pick up Bakura's ring. "He's not dead is he?"

That was one of her worst fears. Even though Bakura had attacked her first, even though she hadn't intended for him to die, Raine would probably never forgive her .

[edgeoftheknife]

Once Valdis was on the sofa, Erskine set to making her as comfortable as possible. He turned and flicked a hand at the fire nearby, set the flames blazing higher with a gesture to flood the immediate area with more warmth. Tucked the jacket around her closer. Propped her feet up on the arm of the sofa--the first thing they always suggested, elevate the feet, in the event of shock--and then used a couple of pillows to support her legs. He'd all but tuned Solomon out and so barely registered when the man spoke Bakura's name. In fact, it wasn't until Valdis asked after Bakura that Erskine actually stopped to think about it.

Unfortunately, nothing either Valdis or Solomon had said in the time that Ravel was paying attention would seem to indicate that Valdis and Bakura had been fighting each other.

Without so much as a glance back at the necromancer, Ravel paused what he was doing to look at Valdis. "Bakura was a part of this too? What happened?"

[peacefullywreathed]

"That's what I'm about to find out," said Solomon, and gestured so the Ring was lifted by a tendril of a shadow and flown to his hand. Even if Bakura had died, Solomon already knew the man would return, if only due to the link between his soul and the turtle. At least, that's what had happened before. Now, with Bakura's soul in the state it was ... Solomon had to be sure.

"Bakura challenged Valdis to a shadow-game and lost," Solomon answered Ravel absently. He held the Ring gently, didn't put any magic into it; he wasn't that unwise. Instead he read it passively, like he did with shadows and souls, read its presence and how that might have changed. What it was missing from when he'd last spoken to Bakura, and whether that 'missing' bit was still in some fashion evident--if hidden.

To all outward appearances he went still, his brow furrowed but staring into the distance as he concentrated.

[cherrywood]

Milyn arrived then, carrying with her her medical bag and wearing a very worried expression.

"Good for keeping her warm," she said, nodding at the stoked fire; the temperature difference in this area of the room was noticeably higher. At least the sofa was a good resting place for her at the moment, that she didn't need to be moved yet again. Addressing Erskine and Solomon, she instructed, "Please go and find me a proper blanket, much as your jacket is gentlemanly, it's covered in blood, and a basin of warm water, not hot, and for goodness sake a clean set of clothes for her, would you want to be laying around in your own mess."

Then she turned back to Valdis, she smiled and patted the woman's cheek in a motherly way. "You just stay awake now, won't you?" She reached into her bag and took out a metal tin of something dried and leafy, like a cross between loose leaf tea and tobacco. "Here you go, dear, just hold this in your mouth for a moment, it'll dissolve right down, little bit of uniea is good for you. There's a good girl."

The leaves would indeed dissolve, a bit like cotton candy, producing a caramel-like taste and a comfortable warming sensation through Valdis' whole body that would further stave off the onset of shock, and provide a relaxing sort of swaying sensation that wouldn't further cloud her senses.

[edgeoftheknife]

Ravel stepped back when Milyn arrived, remembering her appearance at least from the network if having never actually met her in person. He stayed close, ready to be an extra set of hands should they be required, but he'd been around battlefield medics enough to know not to be too close.

At the list of instructions he nodded, then shot Solomon an appraising look and rolled his eyes. Fat lot of help Wreath was going to be, if the man even intended to help at all.

"Right. I'll be right back, Valdis."

Water and blankets were priorities. He set off to retrieve those items, intending to do some breaking and entering into Valdis's room--hopefully sanctioned enough to keep Anton off his back--for clothing only after the first items were returned to Milyn.