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(( *is very concerned* Anyone seen Black around lately? As near as I can tell, he hasn't posted since Page 38, almost 24 hours ago. And I do not recall him stating that he had to take off like he usually does. I really, really hope everything is OK on his side of the world. confused ))

((I haven't seen or heard anything from Black either... I hope he just is getting some much needed rest))

*Looks up wincing from the headache... tries to gather thinking.... Name... name...? Oh... Dame... right...
Hi, Dame... heads exploding... not all awake...maybe the coffe will help, thank you. I would love to get home too... I miss you all there

*head turn a little* Hmmm whos this Karrie? *Full smile expection to find out*

*Having a normal moment helps easy the head spliting headache. Iggies is finally able to eat some and finish coffee* That should help, i hope *Feeling lighter and a bit more herself til Dame mentions Exor 's name. Spazmsa of pain cross her face*

This is insane! Why does blackness do that... what's the reason him more than most!? Spazms of pain hit. Taking a deep breath tries to steel her self for the punishemnt maybe her death.... in a whisper* Lets go do this

Far from the space for the living, Exor retraced the steps he'd taken in his life. Those decisions and actions that had made him into the man he'd become and the man that he'd been came to life before his mind. The Sinner criticized each step he had taken while in this near-death state, and he mourned most dearly the events he had shared with a beautiful dark elf that feared seemingly the entire world.

How foolish he had been to become so entraptured with this woman. How ignorant he was to keep her as his reason to live in the Dark World. And now, how hopeless to believe she would be there waiting for him.

Exor began to believe that day would never come. As he reviewed the things he had done and watched the future he lived for fade into shadow, he noticed something.

Shadows of light had come into his perception. A pair of them, and both of them familiar. One was a constant, luminous image, while the other was weak and fragmented. The latter gained his full attention. ...Pieces... ...Shards of the whole... very different facets of the same...! Then it hit him. Facets of the same spirit! Gods, how foolish I have been! It all makes sense now!

As if on cue, the larger of the fragments began to take on a blackness that he knew all too well. The darkness threatened to extinguish the light then and there, but Exor could not allow that. With a thought, he stood before the failing light with his open hands outstretched. He chanted a phrase repeatedly with conviction, and the shadow began to collect before him.

In an instant, a very real entity flashed into the room before Charlie and Iggies. The monster's gray skin was sporadically wrapped with dirty cloth, including its eyes and mouth, and it stood taller than any man they had seen. It had appeared in mid-swing, a wicked scythe plunging straight towards the broken warrior's heart. The blow stopped short with a flash however, and the evil's eyes could be seen narrowed in disgust despite being covered. "You're not supposed to be up," it rasped through the wrapping on its mouth. Its gaze slowly moved from Exor to the two startled girls. "...Very well, then... ...It doesn't really make a difference..." Its eyes narrowed again, and then it was gone, taking with it the blackness that was tainting Iggies.

<<< Notice, I'm still in bed, dead ninja >>>

The various monitors chirped for a moment, indicating levels much higher than normal. They soon returned to standard levels, and the Sinner opened his eyes. He looked down at his beaten form and sighed. This may take some time... Hm... The hell with it, though; what's a little more gonna set me back...?

With a wry smile, Exor sat up. Enduring the pain as if it were nothing, for the moment, he slid his feet to the edge of the bed and stood up. He walked the short distance to Iggies' side, mindful of the cords that went from him to the machines and the wall. He looked at the shocked Dame Charlie with the same taut smile. "...Wanna help me get her into bed...?"

"Hush, ssinssrigg," Exor whispered as he knelt down to lift the dark elf, "you should remember that there's no sense telling me to be careful, anyway..."

He sat on the edge of the bed they had put Iggies into. His attention then turned to the various leads and lines he was hooked to. "Kl'eril..." He took out all the wires and lines feeding into him and tossed them aside, once again making the alarms go wild. He pulled those that would follow over to himself and switched them off; the ones on the wall he would ignore.

Exor's attention returned to Dame for a moment, "What the hell just happened, Exor? Sloth has been happening for some time to Iggies, here... He just thought he could kill me and have it over with while I was interfering with his work. Obviously, he thought wrong. Sloth doesn't fight. Sloth schemes and makes others do the work."

He turned back to Iggies and brushed some stray hairs out of her face. "Dos ph' sreen'aur, d'anthe. F'sarn ditronw ghil, Dorn sslig'ne dos," he whispered to the frightened girl.

Exor gave Dame a crooked expression before breaking into laughter. "Ooohhhh Damey... Not the brightest crayon in the shed..." He reached over and patted her head with a grin. "I mean, how many Iggies do you know?"

He moved over and sat back in the bed, gently placing the elf's head in his lap. He looked back up at Dame, "And I'll be fine... now," he finished as his gaze come back to rest on Iggies. "And to hell with anyone that tries to say anything to the contrary... I can't die yet, anyway - there is much yet I must do..." He started playing with Iggies hair the way he used to; this brought a quiet smile to his lips.