Raine Tappen (
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skymuffins2011-10-18 08:40 pm
[Sept. 16/11] Raine's Room, Night
After his talk with Sorrow's brother in the garden, Raine had retreated fairly quickly to his room. His cigarettes were soaked through, Sorrow was nowhere to be found, and his stone was going insane trying to force-feed him snippets, possibilities.
It was more than a little overwhelming. He'd sat down on the edge of his bed, sodden clothing and all, and put his head between his knees, trying to catch his breath. Trying not to feel so dizzy, at least. It wasn't working out so well for him. But, at least, so long as he was thinking about not asphyxiating to death or something, he wasn't paying much attention to the possibilities that were flitting through his mind.
Raine was going to consider that a win.
It was more than a little overwhelming. He'd sat down on the edge of his bed, sodden clothing and all, and put his head between his knees, trying to catch his breath. Trying not to feel so dizzy, at least. It wasn't working out so well for him. But, at least, so long as he was thinking about not asphyxiating to death or something, he wasn't paying much attention to the possibilities that were flitting through his mind.
Raine was going to consider that a win.

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"If you tell anyone I gave you those, I'll feed your tongue to the crows," Cassidy said conversationally.
She wouldn't. Probably.
But it made for a good warning.
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And then looked back down at the sheets again, reaching a still shaking hand up to smooth his fingers through his drying hair.
"Thank you," he murmured, at any rate.
It was...
It hadn't been this blissfully silent since before he'd died. The stark contrast between this and every other waking moment made a knot form in his chest. Right. This was what being normal felt like.
"Sorry..."
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There'd been trouble, in the past, of people abusing them.
"Now," she continued briskly, "how about we make your body feel better now?"
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Right. Healing. He'd been well on the verge to being bedridden for a few days, and now that he didn't have his stone throttling him in the brain, the extent of the damage done was starting to sink in.
He'd done quite the number...
"That would be... Thank you. I mean... Just..." His shoulders hitched a little in a tired, defeated shrug. "Thank you."
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She did not like that he felt the need to repeat himself that way. It made her uncomfortable, like she was itchy. This was just what she had to do. Nothing more.
"Alright," she said, holding her hand out over him. The stone hummed back to wakefulness. "Try not to recoil this time, boyo."
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Now would be the perfect time for him to study his history books.
His eyes stayed on his bedspread, open and unfocussed.
The quiet was like thunder.
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It felt good--invigorating.
Like she could do it forever. Which was the particular danger of her stone. It gave energy but it did not make her limitless.
She rode the power, bending it to her will, and having it wash over Tappen. More, more, more, she thought and her stone responded, seeking out what was wrong and leaving behind healing energy. Goading his immune system into working harder and harder still.
The power made her giddy, under the rock-hard determination she wielded it with. Cassidy ignored that too.
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That was kind of like a win.
And so he sat, bundled up in bedsheet knots, waiting for her to finish, at peace with... with all of it.
This was okay. Right now, at least, things were okay.
He had no idea what he'd say when she finished. Maybe she'd just run out of the room. He was still Jasper, sight or no. It was... kind of the thing to do. She was just doing her job. He got that.
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With a lot of regret, Cassidy tugged her power back to her, chivying it towards her stone and shutting down the conduit between them. Energy made her jittery, like she'd swallowed a pot of coffee in one go and it was hitting her bloodstream all at once.
Her stone flickered, humming in her head, then went dark and cool. She dropped her hand and took a deep breath.
"You'll have to take it easy for the next few days," she said, like she'd done nothing more exciting than taking the trash out. "Stay out of the rain."
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"Shouldn't be a problem," he murmured. "I feel like I've been made to run laps around the graveyard."
Literally, figuratively. His soul had been scraped raw today.
And then, more quietly...
"The... I mean, how long will those..."
The pills. How much silence would he get?
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No, it hadn't been a kindness to give him the pills. Perhaps it would have been better to just have left him but there had been no way she could do that.
"Twenty four hours," she said. "I'll inform the faculty that you're out sick and not to expect you in class."
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Twenty-four hours. A day.
Maybe he'd catch up on his reading.
Maybe he'd watch a movie or something.
"I'm sorry to have been so much trouble tonight."
Maybe he'd just sleep it off, and regret the missed opportunities later. He was tired.
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She really didn't have anything else to say as she swept towards the door. Cassidy had a list of things to be done tonight. A report for the President, a discussion with Leith, finishing up her shift at the infirmary, double checking on that firstie who'd caused her to be sent here...
Cassidy paused at the door and tossed two words over her shoulder. "You're welcome," she said and was gone.
The door swung shut behind her.