07-24-2016, 05:30 PM
The knight felt hot herself, the fabric beneath her plated armor slick with sweat. In her fever addled mind, it was dawning upon Arturia that it wasn’t all quite right. That something was wrong.. If only she were able to deduce what. Over exertion? Internal trauma? Such would’ve been the knight’s ponderings, if only her thought would’ve ran. Instead, it was much like a fly stuck in tar, immobile, struggling. And with each struggle, it only managed to stuck itself further into the sticky substance.
If one were to look at the proud woman, she was swaying on her feet, clearly claiming support from the sword that was stabbed into the floor. Should her thought have jogged, she would’ve probably known to warn the other two, to perhaps catch her, or soften her fall. But, it was lights out for the exhausted and feverish knight. Slowly, her balance disappeared as her consciousness escaped, kidnapping with it any stiffness in her muscles. The knight fell backwards, swiftly crashing into a file cabinet before collapsing onto the floor with a slight drip of drool running from her mouth, her forehead slick of perspiration.
“Arturia?!” the two turned around in shock, their eyes filled with disbelief as the unconscious knight lay upon the floor, resting against a banged up file cabinet. Carmelita approached with haste, slapping the knight gently upon her cheeks. “Arturia, Arturia! Wake up! We can’t stay here, and it’d be rather problematic to carry you out of here..” her latter words more of a mutter to herself, than a plea to the fallen knight. In a way, if it hadn't been her ally in a peril, it would've been almost a relief, disturbing the looming possibility of the wrong syringe being injected in the near future.
“Dehydration, maybe?” Amber poked in nodding toward the bottle of water she had stored upon her belt - and that had somehow managed to stay intact through their considerable endeavours - to the officer. She would’ve given it to Carmelita, but given her hands were tied, that was little than a more impossible for her to achieve.
“Gracias.” With a simple thanks, the fox began to reached for the bottle, splashing a slight bit of it across Arturia’s face with a faint hope of perhaps arousing her from her suddenly found slumber. Without any signs of life provided from the maiden, Carmelita opted to at least help the knight at least drink to help her restore all the lost fluids.
It was a long process, given that she was helping someone incapable of helping themselves. With even the slightest observational prowess the police woman could notice how Arturia’s breathing was heavy and ragged, far from peaceful or easy.
“Mierda..” the fox cursed, before she spoke to Amber.. “This keeps getting messier all the while..” In the back of her mind, the possibility gnawed at her; If Arturia wouldn’t wake up in time, the task of the executioner would fall upon her if they went through with the injection. And as much as she respected Amber’s decision, she knew that bringing herself to commit such an act neared something impossible to achieve.
“I think we should wait a bit.. She’ll wake up soon, I’m certain. If you’d go fleshy….given the fight before, I wouldn’t be able to stop you alone, if something goes wrong..” Perhaps it was a veiled excuse, perhaps it contained with some real concern.. But Carmelita’s state of mind was not fit to that of the executioner, not after tonight. Sly… No. Carmelita forced her thoughts to take a different course, as Amber acknowledged her concern.
“You are right.. I refuse to risk you two further than I already have.. You… You may not be the team I had in my old world, but you are my team here, and now. And a team leader does not forsake their team, ever.” she spoke with power, before she sat down and they awaited for the knight’s consciousness to arise once more.
If one were to look at the proud woman, she was swaying on her feet, clearly claiming support from the sword that was stabbed into the floor. Should her thought have jogged, she would’ve probably known to warn the other two, to perhaps catch her, or soften her fall. But, it was lights out for the exhausted and feverish knight. Slowly, her balance disappeared as her consciousness escaped, kidnapping with it any stiffness in her muscles. The knight fell backwards, swiftly crashing into a file cabinet before collapsing onto the floor with a slight drip of drool running from her mouth, her forehead slick of perspiration.
“Arturia?!” the two turned around in shock, their eyes filled with disbelief as the unconscious knight lay upon the floor, resting against a banged up file cabinet. Carmelita approached with haste, slapping the knight gently upon her cheeks. “Arturia, Arturia! Wake up! We can’t stay here, and it’d be rather problematic to carry you out of here..” her latter words more of a mutter to herself, than a plea to the fallen knight. In a way, if it hadn't been her ally in a peril, it would've been almost a relief, disturbing the looming possibility of the wrong syringe being injected in the near future.
“Dehydration, maybe?” Amber poked in nodding toward the bottle of water she had stored upon her belt - and that had somehow managed to stay intact through their considerable endeavours - to the officer. She would’ve given it to Carmelita, but given her hands were tied, that was little than a more impossible for her to achieve.
“Gracias.” With a simple thanks, the fox began to reached for the bottle, splashing a slight bit of it across Arturia’s face with a faint hope of perhaps arousing her from her suddenly found slumber. Without any signs of life provided from the maiden, Carmelita opted to at least help the knight at least drink to help her restore all the lost fluids.
It was a long process, given that she was helping someone incapable of helping themselves. With even the slightest observational prowess the police woman could notice how Arturia’s breathing was heavy and ragged, far from peaceful or easy.
“Mierda..” the fox cursed, before she spoke to Amber.. “This keeps getting messier all the while..” In the back of her mind, the possibility gnawed at her; If Arturia wouldn’t wake up in time, the task of the executioner would fall upon her if they went through with the injection. And as much as she respected Amber’s decision, she knew that bringing herself to commit such an act neared something impossible to achieve.
“I think we should wait a bit.. She’ll wake up soon, I’m certain. If you’d go fleshy….given the fight before, I wouldn’t be able to stop you alone, if something goes wrong..” Perhaps it was a veiled excuse, perhaps it contained with some real concern.. But Carmelita’s state of mind was not fit to that of the executioner, not after tonight. Sly… No. Carmelita forced her thoughts to take a different course, as Amber acknowledged her concern.
“You are right.. I refuse to risk you two further than I already have.. You… You may not be the team I had in my old world, but you are my team here, and now. And a team leader does not forsake their team, ever.” she spoke with power, before she sat down and they awaited for the knight’s consciousness to arise once more.
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