video; un: justalucard

[reposing]

So there's a problem.

[Introductions? No, none of that.

The video comes online to show two individuals: Alucard, who clearly has seen better days on account of how grungy he appears, twigs in his hair, and a bottle of wine in his hand. Rosella, clearly dressed in a gown fit for a princess, is on the ground with eyes closed and not breathing. As Alucard moves his phone to show her looking kind of dead, it's clear that both these people are in the recently revealed gardens where the suspicious tea party is located.]

I found this young lady like this, along with an empty tea cup. Presumably, she's been poisoned, but I lack any ability to undo the damage done. I don't believe she is dead, but who knows how much longer she has.

[He has a drink from his bottle before he continues.]

If someone has any knowledge on these teas and what best to do next, that'd be ideal.

Comments

[reposing]

Something about it being a good thing to do? One should probably not leave an unconscious woman just lying around.

[reposing]

Remains to be seen.

[reposing]

No, just in general. I hardly need help in that manner.

[reposing]

Nothing that I recognized. But my sense of smell seems... a bit off since I arrived.

Oh? And what do you specialize in, exactly?

[reposing]

Well, I didn't get the bottle from the garden, obviously. I brought it with me.

[reposing]

Yes, however faint. If one didn't know where to look, it'd be easy to assume she was a corpse.

[reposing]

[hey what the fuck that actually worked

Alucard's tail wags, easily revealing his relief as he whines at her. It's not like he could answer her question in this state, but finds himself glad that she's genuinely okay.

Well. Hopefully she won't find out that the cure was a kiss (she probably will). For now, she seems no worse for wear, despite being on the receiving end of Dog Kiss.]

[reaperrabbit]

Oh. Like from where you're from? That's probably fine, you know where it came from.

You could try to get her to a hospital or something. I don't know.

[savewell]

...And why am I all wet?...?

[THOUGHT I FORGOT ABOUT THAT GLASS OF WATER, DIDJA. Regardless, she pushes herself up a bit, propped on one hand while she squints at the other arm, before absently reaching up to feel at her curls to check if they're damp, too.]

How terribly strange! I recall sitting down for a bit of tea...could I have fallen asleep?

[She smiles, a little sheepishly, at the dog.]

I do hope not. I'd hate to think someone might've seen me looking so foolish as that.

[matermali]

[ Sense of smell? That's unusual, unless it was enhanced somehow. Noted. ]

I specialize in being one of the few attempting to help you in earnest.

[ Not that she hasn't paid attention to the other 'suggestions'. In this city, well, anything is possible. ]

Or you could simply kiss her.

[fashionably_strong]

I'm not a doctor or a biochemist, but I do know how to do something that stabilizes people. Where are you? Also, is her cup totally empty, or is there a tiny bit left?

[She knows she's seen someone offering medical help to people on the network before, but she's hard pressed to remember the username.]

A sample of what she drank might help.

[immortalpoet]

Ah, so you're a bleeding heart.

[good for you, man. sucks for you too]

[reposing]

[internal howling. Look he's a dog, it couldn't have been him, don't worry about it.

Definitely no one saw you. Not the whole network or some sad guy named Alucard. Just this wolf. Whatever.

Anyway. He snuffles at her hands, then turns away to go and sit a few feet away. If nothing else, he'll wait until he's certain she's in the clear and actually leaves this place. Please don't drink more tea.]

[reposing]

Oh, please. I suppose you just step over fallen bodies yourself?

What am I saying, it would track for... [He trails off, then huffs.]

[reposing]

A fair point.

How long would it take for you to arrive in the gardens?

[reposing]

Precisely. On the down side, it's getting empty very quickly.

Is there even some active clinic around here? Someone making ritual circles with chicken blood or some stupid shit?

[reposing]

The cup seemed to be empty completely.

Can you instruct me on your technique to help with stabilizing?

[immortalpoet]

I make the dead bodies myself.

[bluntly,]

If you're that worried, haul her over a shoulder and take her to one of the doctors here, though...it seems like Gebura has offered some insight.

Track for what?

[matermali]

Not long, I would say, but who knows what that means for her.

[ Vanessa doesn't much think she'll be able to help if it has anything do with the city, but she'd already begun heading that way as soon as she saw the scene he supposedly happened upon. ]

Do you mean to leave her there like that until I arrive?

[ Dead or alive, let the woman have a little dignity before you splash her across everyone's screen. Isn't there at least a bench nearby? ]

[savewell]

...My. Did you stay with me while I was unawares, you dear thing?

[Never underestimate Princess Rosella of Daventry's capacity to talk to herself. Or to a dog. Or to just carry on a wholeass conversation when all said dog can really do is look at her and try to will her not to drink any more clearly cursed tea.

Regardless, she gets slowly to her feet, taking each step of the way carefully like she's worried she might have a dizzy spell and fall again.]

You're very kind, to watch over me so. I wonder if you might let me pet you...?

[He did nuzzle at her hands, but...hm. She doesn't quite want to push her luck, either — not because she thinks he's unfriendly, but because her attention might not be welcomed.]

...Well, another time, perhaps. It's funny how I keep running into you! I suppose that's how I know there'll be a third. Good things do come in threes, after all.

[reaperrabbit]

Dunno. The chicken thing sounds unsanitary. People really used to think that worked, huh.

[fashionably_strong]

That depends on if you know how to use ki. I've heard the term chi used, too. Life force energy that comes from training the body and mind?

[It occurs to her that maybe a demonstration would be simpler, so she produces a little glowing orb of light in her hand.]

Like this.

[nutkick]

...

You're basically confessing to committing murder right now.