Post by Fawn on Jul 19, 2013 17:40:10 GMT -5
The road to hell is paved with good intentions. That was the saying right? Paytience rarely had good intentions and yet hell seemed inevitably on the event horizon. That was, if she actually believed in hell. She certainly believed in karma which, in tandem, currently had her condemned on a scale of Fates 15, Fawn -2. Exhaling sharply, she ran her fingers over the bandage placed across her ribs by Fox. His handiwork had been perfect.. until she'd gotten a little over zealous with the blood elemental, Poison elemental and paragon zombie. Stone floor never tasted particularly good, but when you're biting it because you screwed up, it was worse. Moldy bread buttered in piss would have been a step up in her estimation.
An old friend's words reverberated in her ears, "Don't you have a speed somewhere between batshit and apathy?" No... she really didn't. And despite the fact the monk had kept her more than alive during the excursion, she was paying for it. She eyed the bottle of vodka on the mantle across her cabin. Was it worth the hangover tomorrow? No... Hissing in pain, she wrapped her left arm around her side trying to protect it from any more damage. A bigger group for the next visit was an absolute must, Ein was right. So was a return trip to the tavern medic.
An old friend's words reverberated in her ears, "Don't you have a speed somewhere between batshit and apathy?" No... she really didn't. And despite the fact the monk had kept her more than alive during the excursion, she was paying for it. She eyed the bottle of vodka on the mantle across her cabin. Was it worth the hangover tomorrow? No... Hissing in pain, she wrapped her left arm around her side trying to protect it from any more damage. A bigger group for the next visit was an absolute must, Ein was right. So was a return trip to the tavern medic.
