With the hound destroyed, and the two women on the front lines handling the spawn well enough to avoid further damage, the medic is free to send firey death at the creature.
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Charlotte quickly sends a burst of divine healing into Fall, while moving to help with more traditional healing if need be. Something tells her this creature is not going down easily.
With Bel being tended to, Charlotte moves over to clean Fall's wounds as well, including a small line of neat stiches. "Are they too tight?" she asks, knowing this cut slides over a place that will be pulled when the warrior swings her sword. Protection from infection is secondary if protecting against it reduced the warrior's combat efficiency.
As her warrior takes two brutal wounds, Charlotte stops her blazing inferno to concentrate on preserving the Fall's body. Then quickly moves toward her best friend while pulling open her doctor's bag. As always, she trusts both the fighters to protect her while she works, just as they trust her to make sure they can continue to do so.
Charlotte shows a mix of worry and fondness for the warrior as she rushes into the battle. "vivre longtemps... pour profiter du vin... après la bataille" the doctor says carefully as she concentrates on the brazing fire inside of her. Her elvish is the worst of the group, which she accepts, and barrels on anyway. She does find banter during battle an unneeded distraction but she is also trying to adapt. As seen in the towering storms of flame that engulf the lustspawn.
Charlotte finishes her cleaning, wrapping a clean strip of cloth over the barely a scratch, a smile on her lips. A real one, and she thanks her friend with an unexpected quick hug. "All better" the doctor proclaims as she rises and brushes off the old dust from her knees. "Ready" she declares, even though her thoughts are on the best way to 'claim' Fall, and a slight worrying worry in her heart about both her friend's attention paid to Fall herself and something in her tone when she congratulated her. The former is irrational, she knows, which makes her avoid the latter probably a little too much.
Charlotte does not notice the twitching of lovely ears, since she is on her knees before her friend, attending to a few minor scratches. She is also not an expert on elven sexual preferences, so she seems to consider the suggestion "Do you think she would like that?" she pauses, her eyes looking up from cleaning the scratch to her friend "Not the collar, the claiming" she had no hope of repeating what the warrior had done, pressing her against the wall, trapping her to take her lips almost helplessly, though the torrent of emotion inside her had not made her unwilling at all. But there might be other means...
At Bel's teasing, Charlotte manages to betray only a deep reddening of her cheeks. "it is good to remind oneself that they are alive after a near-death experience. One could consider it a type of medicine" it is b+&*~$+~. Charlotte knows it as well as she knows her best friend knows it. The tugging of her lips and the flash in her eyes betray her completely. She does sigh after that "I don't think she understands these things are typically a private activity. No, she probably understands, just doesn't care."
Charlotte turns to the approaching warrior, the fires inside her still yearning to burn all to ash, so retreat never entered her mind. The dark gleam of her eyes challenged back, then her lips were taken, her body pressed against the cold stone that did nothing to diminish her heat. She met kiss for kiss, though in those Fall was clearly the master. Once somewhat sated Fall released her and Charlotte despite her best attempts was left breathless. Only then did she remember where they were, who they were with. Embarrassment flashed in her eyes, but she kept it in check. One emotion, she managed at least to keep in check. "A wise suggestion." The doctor agrees with the warrior and sees to wounds... no one else seemed to have.
Wishing to avoid the billowing smoke from the fires of hell, Charlotte stifles the desire to burn, and instead steps behind her friend and her Fall, to bless them with good luck.
After a gesture from the doctor, towering whirling flames erupt on either side of the table engulfing two groups of the grey madiens.
As fire eats at their enemies, she gives a quick spell to give Fall a nudge of guidance.
before:
Charlotte looks over, considers for a moment (sadly having to take the greater part of that moment parsing and understanding the question), then says simply "Both" giving the impression the Lady Plumth will not be the conversationalist that Elara desires.
The others are handling the 'discussions' well enough, so Charlotte concentrates on keeping an eye out for the inevitable violence. Standing toward the back as is tactically sound (and keeps others from worrying nearly as much)
Charlotte watches the entire exchange without comment. Though there is one moment, starting with a smile and ending with a tongue, that made the dark eyes of the doctor narrow just slightly. Then they close, mentally doing her best to crush the green worm of jealousy that wiggled in her chest. "You do no have to prove anything to us. We are the same rank in our organization, tasked with the same assignment." Charlotte explains with plain logic, once she has mastered her emotions.
Charlotte startled a little at Bel's touch. The devil's heat reaching out to the golden warmth of the heavens. Not unpleasant, not even close to unpleasant, but still... startling every time. She doesn't resist being pulled back in as her curse subsides, and even gives her friend a soft smile. "Are you capable of fighting?" the doctor asks the former prisoner, then stops to amend "No physically. I mean fighting your former companions, if it comes to that?"
"Abandoned" Charlotte says in her plain way. Her affliction is getting under control, though she still stands away from the others.
Some of the tension escapes Charlotte's obscured form. She has felt Bel's healing touch, the surge of soothing entering. While she didn't completely know the source of her friend's powers, she had Seen enough. One friend descending into the hells, another elevating into the heavens. Charlotte was soothed Bel was the one being saved. Though she is aware Bel would not agree. She'd probably say that the hellfire, the urges, and the TAIL did not mean Charlotte was damned. Any more than the stunning beauty, the healing hands, and the HALO meant Bel was being saved. But still, Charlotte smiled warmly in her haze.
"Time" the other woman answers with regret in her voice. The results of her condition hampering her ability to give aid. Now that the emotions that come with battle are over, Charlotte realizes her eagerness has endangered another. With a heaviness she continues "time which we do not have, you take lead, please Elara, I will assist verbally to your descriptions"
The smoke around Charlotte bellows darker, sparks of hellfire ripping through the black. All that can be seen is her arm still extended, hand out, a searing ray of fire shoots out a second later. Hopefully hitting the hag.
Standing straight, eyes forward (though with a quick glance at Fall being injured), and palm outstretched "Burn" the doctor orders before her fire comes. Instead of the normal ray of fire that shoots from her hand, a storm of whirling flames engulfing the area around the hag.
As they burn, the doctor hurries to Fall's side, assuming more injuries will come shortly.
While Charlotte does not declare intentions like Fall or exhibit them like the rushing Bel, Charlotte is in full agreement with the other two women. Raising her hand, she gets ready to let loose hellfire.
Charlotte follows most of what Elara says and it almost, almost, sounds like flirting... which has another stab of pure irrational jealousy inside her where the fires of hell bubble and boil. Mastering her out of control emotions is hard, but she does, then smiles at the accomplished elf, choosing that to show how impressed she is. At the footsteps, she is impressed again, this time with their new addition "A secret door or illusion?" she asks. Her ears prickle at the sudden lack of screaming. "How fresh are the footprints?"
Whispers in infernal lap against her ear, enter her mind, and make her want so had the doctor almost doubles over. "Magic" she says in a heated voice, almost a whine, but somehow she manages to grasp her own magic. Attempting to weave a defense against the spell.
Charlotte sees the creature about to scream and covers her ears as quickly as she can. Even without magic, a creature that big screaming in a cavern could burst eardrums. The quick thinking (the hellfire in her veins probably helped as well) saved her from the creature's attack. As Fall swings with skill, the doctor tries to move in the opposite direction to keep them from flipping, while also attempting to fling a ray of fire at the one still hovering.
As the dark-eyed doctor picks masonry out of one of Bel's wounds, she nods "Proper sanitizing was key we found. Manually, since necrotic particles seemed resistant to cantrips. Sewing or magical healing would seal the residue in the patient and..." she looks up at Bel, and stops, her lips drawn in a Charlotte kind of frown, realizing proper bedside manner was being compromised. Instead of continuing, she looked down to see Ms. Heidmarch had a full jar of antibiotic save, while her own was nearly empty. "May I?" she requested, pausing before reaching.
Charlotte pauses for another moment, her shoulders tensing. Her practicality is one of her strongest traits though, allowing it to overwhelm other feelings. "My schooling came mostly from Lastwall, so your assistance would be appreciated." she nods, shifting over to let the other woman come help.
Charlotte's hand paused, wet cloth still pressed against Bel's cheek. There is a sharp tension in the doctor's body as she waits for the other woman's answer as well.
with that behind them, Charlotte says "I need to see to our wounds." she squeezes Bel's hand before releasing it to shift her satchel from her back to her hip, she pulls out a cloth, various chemicals,needle and thread. ""Sit please" she directs her friend, before starting to clean her from the smearing, then begins to work.
Charlotte leans forward, barely brushing against her protector's shoulder. She studies the token for several moments before turning and saying to Fall "It seems like she is telling the truth." she does not move forward yet though, until the elf is satisfied.
Charlotte's ears perk up at the elvish, which she is still attempting to master herself. And working out what her best friend had mistaught her on purpose. Such as the word 'Blade'. She knows it is not really what Charlotte heard, that holding a sharp and keen, um, well, that, would not make sense. So she shoots Bel a look, missing some of Fall's tone, while she adds "And if she did, the Venture Captain would have given you a token to prove this to us, correct?"
Charlotte has the rather unfortunate need to sit down and rest. The billowing sulfuric smoke from hell surrounds her, filling the area around her with heat and stench. She's like an infernal stove pipe from skirt to ceiling. So she is just managing to get a reign on the desire to explode turning all around her into cinder, when the voice is requesting not to be killed. The smoke disappears, showing the doctor the hands outstretched and the smirk disappearing in slight alarm. With narrowed eyes she takes in their tail as she moves behind the others "How did you get here?" Charlotte does not remember her on the ship, but she did not socialize much in truth.
Seeing Bel smeared against the wall like a soiled diaper fills Charlotte with rage. Her fires billow out of her, nearly obscuring her completely in inky black smoke.
The searing ray that erupts out of her unfortunately has no focus.
The brutal curse spoken in the most lyrical accent makes Lady Charlotte Plumth smile. Just a little, since smiling as a hideous and smelly cave giant is barreling down on them is not one a sane person does. Neither is antagonizing said hideous and smelly giant, but she cannot help but say in response to her bellowing her name "Who?" Pools of angry hate turn on her. Just in time for Charlotte throw a small ball of fire into its face.
Charlotte flashes a look at her friend, one of irritation, probably due to the pain of being pelted by massive rocks. "Ranged attacks negate my ability to 'get back' and still effectively do my job." she says with a restrained voice.
Ducking under an arm, a sword, a tail, she slaps a hunk of salve on the elf's wounds. "I am okay." she assures Fall.
Charlotte manages to keep the scream of pain trapped behind her lips as rocks slam into her poor flesh. With tremping hands dripping with her own blood, she concentrates on her own healing (for once). A feat that erases the giant's tantrum.
No longer utterly broken, she quickly bandages the bites on Bel's body.
Charlotte stands behind her companions, listening to the giant. "Mortals??" she questions in a soft voice. The worry does not stop her from stepping beside them and throwing a ball of searing flame at the charging creatures.
As well as giving guidance to Bel.
Charlotte looks away as the mage strips, but is amazed at the spellwork "That was very impressive, Wesley." Charlotte compliments. She does get into a boat.
Charlotte was containing a small smile at the respectful nod, then a sharp panic as Fall disappears, following with a narrowing heat at her friend's sugggestion. A quick series of emotions, then she follows the same process the other two had done.
Charlotte gives a little frown, knowing it would have not been that easy. "This runelord spent way too much time designing rooms." looking at her companions, she evaluates "My unfortunate condition makes me resistance to fire" she pulls out spare bit of clothing from her pack, wrapping it around her club. Then giving Fall a look, waiting a moment to make sure the elf doesn't try to stop her as she has been prone to do every time the doctor did anything the elf thought was dangerous. Then moving forward, cautiously since she is not dumb, and tries to ignite the makeshift torch in the flame.
Charlotte nods, giving the room one more look "I'll try and light it from here, in case the change is violent." she ignites a ball of fire in her hand and flings to at the torch.
The dark eyes oracle looks over at Wesley "I am at a loss about the magic being used. Do you know?" She does quickly cast a endure elements spell on Fall since she seems to be losing her body weight in sweat.
Charlotte lingers, and not just to enjoy the view, but to cool the heat threatening to make her scream. These feelings inside her were completely foreign, quite overwhelming, and a little bit scary. Also, she hoped the naked elf in the camp would distract the others from noticing her slipping out of the water and her hidden unwanted appendage before she got something on to cover it.
For the briefest of seconds, Charlotte believed Fall was wishing to stop for the night. A harsh desire roars inside her wanted to make her Change Her Mind. A shake of her head dislodged whatever that thought was, and also cleared her mind enough for her to realize Fall's saunter was simply bait. Propriety still held her significantly tighter than the elf, so no matter how tempting it would be to shed her clothes, she couldn't so far away from where she would be losing them. Losing them? Is she really? Yes, she answers herself again. Rising, she follows with swishing skirts, to the lake. As Fall's lovely eyes turn with a raised eyebrow, the doctor gives a smile, closer to her normal, before reaching to the ties at her skirt, letting them fall to the rough ground in a whooshing flop. Boots, leggings, a parted blouse and vest, and a short tail curved around a thigh. Her cheeks do burn a little, letting it into the light of day again, but firm resolve takes hold. The naked skin dipped into the glistening water won't wait forever. The rest slowly departs her body, revealing one with much more curves than lean. The act of folding each garment does make the process take longer, but gives Fall time to enjoy the view. Slipping into the water herself, she moves to the elf, close enough to touch. Her brows furrowing, testing out a playfulness, "We don't seem to have any soap." but failing as a hint of seriousness invades. She finds the lack of it impractical.
The laughter startled, cracking her defenses more, but in two different directions, as emotions often did. One was a dark acid in her belly at thinking she was being laughed at by someone she cared about, and the second was pure bliss at hearing this delightful melody bellowing from the elf's lips. Then Fall was closer to her than ever. Charlotte's eyes widen to saucers, leaning back unconsciously afraid, but Fall follows. Did she want to get away? Did she? No With a decision made. her emotions settled in a firm desire. Doubt, self-loathing, and even proprietary were lay to rest, for now at least. Allowing Lady Charlotte Pluimth to take action. As the last words left Fallende's lips, Charlotte replaced them with her own. Her face moved forward, her mouth parted, her lips touching soft, tentatively exploring. The softness presses tighter, Charlotte's head tilts to the side to get more of the elf's mouth. Parting wider, her tongue dips in to taste as her hands cup the lovely warrior's perfect face. This time, for this kiss, the young woman was not stunned to her core, but actively exploring the other woman. The kiss grows in length and depth, for many many breaths. When she finally comes up for air, Charlotte pulls back and smiles. Not her controlled tiny curve of the corners, but a wildly wide one that warms the air around her by a dozen or so degrees. With just a trace of her previous hesitation, she asks "How long do you think they will be gone?"
Charlotte was somewhere wallowing between anger and regret. Her dark eyes miss the pointed looks from Bel, but not Fall coming to sit next to her. She shifts to the side to allow the elf to sit, shuffling her skirts just enough. She listens. Despite the thumping in her chest for the other woman being so near. Then thinks. Looking down into her hands. "I have never felt jealousy before." she says softly. "My upbringing did not leave me with the feeling I deserved much of anything. so it is a foreign emotion. Only Bel ever tried to convince me otherwise." Her fingers weave through each other as she makes steady progress through her thoughts. Fingers that were not soft, but rough and peppered with small white scars from her work. A moment pause, then she raises her head to look at the lovely woman next to her "You have changed that. And it is coloring my every reaction, it seems." Her walls against the world have been battered, by Bel, by Fall, by the infernal fires inside her, leaking her feelings out. "Hells, today I wanted to burn my best friend to ash because YOU were flirting with her!!" She shook her head, her eyes welling up, her impeccable calm at the edge of shattering. ------------------------ Charlotte is also untouched by the heat. Her skin almost glows in delight at the touch of it. She steps closer, letting her eyes shift to read the flame's aura.
The oracle hunches over, breathing hard, but then pulls herself back up straight. "My magical resources are spent" she admits, then looks into her pack, even though every use of her supplies was cataloged in her mind. "And I need to spend some time making more bandages." she frowned, seeing the needle and thread placed in the wrong place. When Fall had left them after tending to her. Reaching in, she carefully placed them in the right place. Looking back up she nods "Yes, we need to rest."
Another bright lance flies at the demon, a little more accurate this time.
"Demon!" Charlotte corrects, though she has no idea why she feels the need to correct the elven warrior standing defiant against fear and blood.
Given the information and her complete lack of spells left other than cantrips Charlotte continues trying to hit the creature with a divine lance, formulating the image of her in her mind before letting loose.
Wes's wounds were the last Charlotte got to, which she felt instantly guilty for. Not so guilty that she didn't notice the other two women going off to talk. Which itched inside her, an angry welt around her heart. She forced it down, again, and gave Wes her attention, refusing to ask him what he thought they were talking about. -- The doctor tries to remember anything she might remember about demons, while she throws a lance of divine energy at the red giant.
Charlotte closes her eyes, wanting to hide from the pain she just caused, but equally frustrated that it was caused by her doing what she feels she is meant to. They open shortly after then the doctor gets to her task, stitching and bandaging. In silence. Her ability to say the right thing in an emotional situation is non existent, so she builds up a mental wall.
Charlotte does feel a bit battered, her skin raw and aching, so she relents to the tender care of FAllende Westagho. A hint of smile curves her lips most excellent job of the wrappings. The Lady was just about to say so when Bel blurts out her use of magic. Her dark eyes spark into a glare, the lips forming a firm irritated line, before turning back to Fall and explaining "Once. I did so once. The danger of the situation was plain. My healing reserves was spent, both in magic and you body's ability to respond to the medicines. So I assessed the situation, tactically, and..." her hand covered the wrapped gasp on her forearm "... transferred the last wound from your opponent to myself." Her ire toward Bel softens as her friend heals even more of her pain. "Thank you. Both of you." she says before standing up "I believe it is my turn to do the same for you." she recovers the remaining bandages and thread from the bag and gets to work. |