William, Jamie, Isolde & Vladimir
William was walking alone today. He distanced himself more and more from the group and could be seen working on a way to free themselves day and night. The only person he would talk to was with Elise but even with her...he was distant.
He looked tired and sometimes could be found talking with himself, asking questions on the nature of the enchantments. As he was trying to understand another theory he had on the enchantments, he saw Jamie. Looking as adventurous as ever. He smiled and remembered that a few days ago he was drinking in a tavern with her. "
Good memories..." he muttered under his breath.
When they returned to the caravan, Jamie walked along side it, not particularly looking where she was going, as she began to skin the rabbit she'd skewered earlier, having forgotten about it with everything that had happened. She glanced about, seeking to ensure everyone was there and they hadn't lost someone along the way. She spied William walking alone, and wondered what he was doing, if he was continuing with the blood work. She thought for a moment whether to go over to him and see how it was going.
Isolde wasn't sitting on the tree anymore. In fact, she was sitting against the tree, reading a book she had brought along with her. She very much doubted that bandits would attack the caravan, since they were obviously military vehicles. Suddenly, she closed the book, stood up, and yawned. She had decided it was time to converse with some other people. She then went over to Jamie, and deigned to introduce herself. "Good afternoon." she said to her.
Jamie glanaced over as Isolde approached her, she gave her a welcoming smile, shifting, she cleaned her knife, slipping it back into its sheath, and shifted the rabbit into her right hand, cleaning off her left as she replied
"Afternoon" there seemed to be so many new people joining the group, that it was hard to keep up.
Jamie assumed that this woman was okay, as no one had freaked out on her presence. Still, Jamie decided to be a little wary, just in case. The recent events, especially the way they'd had to leave town with the visions bestowed on them, it seemed wise to be wary.
Isolde held out her hand, not smiling. "Isolde Palewood." she says, her voice cold and unyielding as always. "You?"
Jamie took the offered hand, wondering if she had somehow offended this woman, but she didn't let it get o her, smiling still.
"I'm Jamie. It's a pleasure to meet you" She said, in her normally cheerful voice. Jamie was Jamie, and she wouldn't let much get her down. If this woman was stuck up, well, she'd just have to break her down. Certainly it would be easier then cracking open Darius's hard shell.
"So did the citadel send you along, worried we were doing too good a job?""No." she says, frowning a bit. "I'm the failproof, to make sure you guys don't do anything illegal. Or, you, know, desert." Her face kinda scrunches up at this last part, into something almost reminiscent of laughter.
Vladimir walked up to the two women, an amused expression on his face.
"With what the Empire injected you with, those bombs... I don't think you're here as a failproof, Isolde. You're here as one of us," he nodded.
"It's good to see you here though. Would have been better to see you in a better situation but... yeah, still good to see you." He turned his attention to Jamie and gave her a nod.
"Jamie," he said her name as acknowledgement of her presence.
["Yeah, good luck with that" Jamie said to Isolde, giving Vlad a smile as he explained things,
"Vlad. I'll leave her with you, then" She said, a little relieved to be able to do so, not liking the woman right then. Maybe it was simply because Jamie was, it seemed, the opposite of her. Giving a shrug, Jamie took the chance to go over to William,
"Hey, how's it going?" She said when she had approached him.
William broke out of his trance by Jamie's voice. He looked at her and smiled but it was a thin smile. The smile of a person that is too tired to do anything else. "
Hey , Jamie. I'm....ok. Just need to understand the metaphorical process of the distillation of magical energies in our bombs. If I can do this...I think I can...save us. " his voice was weak and empty.
Jamie studied William, seeing that he was more than simply tired.
"Which will do us no good if you kill yourself trying. You need to rest" She said, her normally cheerful tone now holding a strict edge to it,
"You haven't slept much at all, have you? You'll think better with a couple of hours sleep" Her tone softened with concern for William, and she glanced to the carts, figuring she could at least try and coax him into sitting down, if he wasn't going to set it aside for a little while and rest.
"Come on, I'll help you onto a cart"William smiled at her concern and said "
Thank you for your concern. I won't kill myself. I just need a few more days and I think I'll crack it. Remember what we've talked about in the tavern? That somehow our blood is linked to each other? I tested that theory out and it worked. Now I just need to find a way to overcharge the bombs..." William made a pause and with a confused look said "
Haven't slept? Hmm...what day it is today?"
"Jeez, William, even if we finish this mission today, you still have four days really, it will take that long to get back," Jamie said, refusing to take no for an answer,
"Yes, I remember, and that's great, it really is, but if you don't know what day it is, you need sleep. A couple of hours, please. I'm not adverse to knocking you out and putting you on a cart, although I'd rather not do that" She said,
"What if we're attacked? I'd rather not have to watch and make sure you aren't stumbled sleep deprived into a weapon" One way or another, Jamie was going to make sure William got a little bit of sleep.
Gun'Tar overheard the speech between William and Jamie and as always frowned deeply. Even since they've left the Citadel, his condition grew worse. He hated the Magi even more than before now that he actually had the chance to talk with one. "
Let him die Jamie! Maybe that's the best way to end this mission. At least it will be quiet then..." he yelled.
William shook his head at the Gargantu's words and replied to Jamie. "
A battle ? Who would attack us? Have you looked at the group? We were...what? 6 when we've left the Citadel and now we are 15. Do you think someone will dare to attack us? " his voice was full of determination but then it became soft and tired again. "
But...yes. I think you are right, Jamie...I think I need some sle--" William couldn't finish his sentence because as soon as the word " sleep " tried to exit his mouth he stumbled and fell unconscious due to the lack of sleep.
Jamie rolled her eyes at Gun'Tar's words, shaking her head
"Aside from the fact that if he dies, we die, I'm not a heartless person. You want quiet, either dawdle behind or go scout" She said, before turning her attention back to William. She was just about ready to start another argument to get him to sleep, when he fell, and apparently slipped right into unconsciousness.
Jamie caught him, stumbling slightly herself, but she braced herself, and prevented them both from falling to the ground.
just a few more moments, why couldn't he have waited that long? she thought to herself, briefly amused, but the concern overwhelmed that.
Giving a soft sigh, she glanced to the carts.
Isolde put her head down, briefly blushing about being wrong. "I still can't wait to get home though." she says, that cold, unchanging tone in her voice again. "Still can't believe the Empire sent us on this mission." she says.
Vladimir nodded in agreement.
"The Empire does not care for us. We are all here in the same boat. One of us dies, the rest dies. I'm afraid we're all dispensable. The bombs are probably in place to tie up any loose ends," he shrugged.
"I'm not too sure if we're going back alive," he sighed.
"I believe even Elise has resigned herself to dying out in the Wasteland.""Well, if everything goes right, and if no one kills anyone, we will get back home alive." she says. Isolde has not resigned herself to her fate yet, still stubborn in ensuring that everything goes right. She moves her hand to brush through her imperfect hair, grunting as she pulls out a piece of dirty red hair. She sighs, putting back her head.
"I suppose time will only tell. For me... I will do what I can to protect everyone and just hope for the best," Vladimir said. He didn't look terribly worried about what they would have to face in the near future but it was something he thought about with every minute that passed.
"Well, you should tell your apathetic Elise to be a little more positive. No one is going to die on this mission. We're going to achieve our goal, and all will be as it was before." she said the last part with a bit of gusto, surely believing that they were not going to die on this mission, and that all will be well.
Vladimir nodded.
"I''ve tried doing that time and time again. It doesn't work. I think maybe because she went through hell in the Citadel. I don't know all the details but no person would just turn apathetic like that for nothing," he explained. He used to think that Elise was some sort of snobby mage that thinks she's above everyone else. But the more time he spent with her, the more he began to understand her.