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1. Have had this written for some time now, but have been trying to get some of the later sections done before posting this. I've had marginal success with that, so I figured I'd just put this up now.
2. Shorter than the previous section, but considering that I originally planned to post all of Chapter One in one big uber-post... (Shrug)
3. I'll try to get some work in on Chapter Two so I can actually post the new sections a little more promptly.
4. A tad more exposition... maybe enough to give you guys a clear idea of just what's going on, maybe not.
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Sarevok appeared again, seemingly materializing out of nowhere, directly in front of them. This time, neither woman made a move to attack him. “I have a message for you,” he said to Falynn, “and I will deliver it, whether you like it or not.” The two women backed away, futilely, as it turned out. “Skies will burn…” he said, as Jaheira cast a spell and brought tree roots up from the ground to wrap around his legs and torso. He tore through them without even exerting any effort. “Flesh will become stone…” Falynn brought her hands together, using her magic to hurl anything she could find at him: small stones, broken tree branches, even half of a wooden tavern door. The objects bounced off his armor; he didn’t so much as flinch. “The sun will set on this world… never to rise again...”
He disappeared, abruptly, and though invisible, his disembodied voice seemed to come from all directions at once. “Time won’t wait forever…”
And then, just as suddenly, he was behind them, knocking Jaheira away and grabbing hold of Falynn around the upper arms. Like before, the fabric of her sleeves disintegrated; the rent cloth fell away from her arms, leaving behind more runes that shimmered eerily in the dim light. She cried out in pain, struggling to worm her way free, but there was soon no need. He shoved her away, and she landed hard on her back, feeling jolts of pain shoot up her spine. “You can’t run away from who you are…”
She rallied back, tried to summon her courage… and as it often did, that courage took the form of a sarcastic response. “You’ll forgive a girl for trying…” She maneuvered her way up to her knees and glared upwards at him. Suddenly, the pavement underneath him parted, the outer edges rising up before he could react. They slammed shut, like two halves of a cut apple fusing back together, with Sarevok at its core. The action granted her and Jaheira a brief, and badly needed, respite.
The druid managed a small smile as she led their flight away from the scene. “He certainly is persistent.”
“I know. It’s starting to annoy me.”
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They took refuge in a church.
Falynn barred the doors of the abandoned building shut behind them – not that it would help much should Sarevok be intent on barging his way in. But then again, the thing with running away from somebody was that you tended to want to entertain any options that presented themselves, no matter how little the chance of success. “I shouldn’t have dragged you into this…” she said as she levitated a wooden bench into place. “Any of you… but you’re in, and it’s my fault.” She shook her head, sadly, and took a breath, letting it out in a weary sigh. “Just seems like whenever I get myself into trouble, I end up pulling a whole lot of people into the hole with me. It’s not exactly fair to you, is it?”
Jaheira cast a minor healing spell on herself, applying the magic to her cracked ribs. Her efforts augmented the potion’s effects, and while not yet back to optimal fighting trim, she felt close enough that she’d be able to make do. “I would argue that if anything isn’t fair, it would be how the world seems to enjoy putting you in one rather difficult situation after another.”
“Can’t say I disagree with that,” came the dry response.
“As for us getting into trouble right alongside you, I don’t believe that should be amongst your, admittedly, numerous worries.”
A slight frown. “How do you figure that?”
Her spell completed, the druid looked up from her work, and met her comrade’s eyes with a steady gaze. “We all knew what risks traveling with you presented, and even knowing those risks, we continued to accompany you. I suppose I cannot speak for everyone, but I would imagine that none of us has come to regret those decisions.”
“Shouldn’t there be a ‘yet’ at the end of that sentence?”
Jaheira responded without the slightest touch of hesitation. “No.”
A brief silence fell over the both of them. Falynn leaned her head backwards, resting it against the back of the pew. She stared at the statue of Kelemvor that had been placed in a niche over on the opposite side of the main temple chamber. “I still think you might be wrong,” she said, suddenly breaking the quiet.
“About what?”
“About me, about everything…” She turned around in her seat, saw Jaheira lying stretched out on the bench behind her. “I don’t think you really know how bad this might get. It’s… it’s more than just this ‘Bhaal stuff.’ At least… at least, there’s more to it than you’ve probably heard.”
“Falynn, you’re babbling.”
She sighed. “In that letter Gorion left me, the one I was supposed to find if something happened to him, he told me… well… everything. You remember when we stumbled on it, don’t you? I read it out loud? Well, I didn’t read all of it. I kinda left out a few bits.”
“What do you mean?”
She frowned. She had hoped that finally being able to tell someone the whole truth would be a relief… that it would be like ridding herself of a heavy burden she’d been carrying for a long time. But it just didn’t seem that way… not now, not under these circumstances. She held her hands open in her lap, staring blankly into her palms. “When I was born, they… I guess, they looked into my future. On this day, my birthday, something… bad is supposed to happen. Something very bad. I’ve been trying to avoid it, trying to pretend it wouldn’t happen, but Sarevok’s right. You can’t just wish this sort of thing away. You can’t pretend things are different than they are.”
Jaheira knew her friend well enough to know when she was deadly serious. This was one of those times. “Falynn, what are you planning?”
“He’s not after you… he’s after me.”
The druid got to her feet almost instantly. She knew in the back of her mind that she was too late to stop what was to come, but even so, her heart prayed that she wasn’t. “I don’t think I’m going to like where this is going.”
“Nope. You won’t.”
It was a relatively simple spell, one Falynn had often used under battle conditions. It proved to be even more effective when used against a friend – someone who wasn’t quite ready for it.
Jaheira was frozen in place, completely conscious; she was alert and aware of her surroundings. She knew full well what Falynn planned to do next, and she had no power to stop it. In her mind, she was fighting free of whatever magical influence held her in place, hands tearing at her bonds, arms straining against the restraints. In reality, however, her fingers didn’t so much as twitch. She continued to breathe, but that was all. She couldn’t even move her eyes.
“I’ll try to come back alive so you can yell at me for this later.”
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She ran as fast as she could, her boots pounding against the ground… her lungs burned and her legs were starting to cramp… but no matter how fast she ran, no matter how much she pushed herself, she couldn’t seem to shake her pursuer. She tried throwing obstacles into his path. Sewer pipes burst from underneath the ground to wrap around his legs, but he simply tore them free. She hurled loose stones at him, uprooted lampposts and sent them arrowing into his path, but nothing fazed him.
She knew he would catch her eventually, knew there was little point in continuing to run. But part of her knew what would happen when he did catch her, and that part of her was desperate to avoid its fate.
The chase finally ended as he stretched out an arm and took hold of the back of her cloak. His grip was like a vise, completely unyielding as he lifted her entirely off the ground. Her feet kicked at empty air, unable to find purchase on the cobblestones an inch or two below. The fabric tore, leaving part of her back bare except for the sigils, the color of blood, etched onto her skin. She fell forward, her arms crashing against the ground. “What you have concealed, you shall become…” he said, still looming over her.
She struggled to get back to her feet, but he was too fast for her, grabbing hold of her shoulders and refusing to let go. The remnants of her tunic’s sleeves disintegrated and fell away. More runes, glowing with barely restrained arcane power appeared on her arms, crawling all the way up from the insides of her wrists to her shoulders. Others appeared on her legs, every inch of exposed skin from her ankles to her thighs covered in the eerily glowing symbols. “Your destiny shall be fulfilled.”
Her eyes shut themselves tight, tears rolling down her cheeks. She groaned, then whimpered in pain, writhing desperately in his grasp, unable to break free of his grip.
He released her, then, letting her collapse to the ground. It was a long journey back to lucidity, or so it felt to her, but in reality, it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. She opened her eyes, then, and forced herself to a standing position. The dark blue of the night sky had been replaced with an unnatural shade of red. The ruins of the city sprawled for miles around her, proud buildings replaced by twisted skeletons of jagged metal, broken stone and splintered wood. The water of Athkatla’s canals had been replaced by rivers of boiling lava. Fires burned everywhere, from tiny pinpoints of light in the distance, to the roaring conflagration two buildings down from where she sat. Bodies lay collapsed upon the roads, picked clean by vultures and other scavenger birds. Several more unfortunate souls had been turned to stone, expressions of terror forever frozen on their stone faces.
She recognized her friends among them. Their hands stretched out towards her, their eyes pleaded with her as ghoulish arms clawed up from the ground to grab at them. Her vision blurred, and she tried to wipe away the sudden flow of tears. “No…” she whispered.
Sarevok still stood behind her. “Yes… look at it… drink it in… behold the world you are destined to create…”
“No,” she said, more firmly this time. “This… this isn’t real. It’s just a vision, it’s-“
A burst of pain brought her back to her knees. The symbols tattooed on her skin began to burn more fiercely, spreading from her arms and legs, crisscrossing her stomach and moving steadily upwards. Lines of power emerged, swarming up past the neckline of her tunic. They etched themselves onto the sides of her face, onto her forehead. She gasped.
“This is the future – your future. It began the day you were born… and nothing can stop it. This will come to pass; I will make sure of it. You’re going to destroy the world, Falynn… it’s written all over your face…”
The last thing she remembered was opening her mouth to scream...
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“Guys, she’s coming to.”
As she opened her eyes, she could feel her head being cradled in someone’s arms. Her vision cleared slowly, allowing her to make out the features of the person holding her. “Im- Imoen… is everyone… ok?”
The younger of the two sisters nodded. “Few cuts and bruises, but from the looks of things, we all got away way easier than you did. You’ve got a nasty lump on the back of your head. Guess you must’ve taken a spill or something.”
Falynn tried to sit up, but a sudden wave of dizziness put a stop to that. She lay back and let the world spin around her for a few moments. “Sarevok… where?”
Imoen put a fingertip to her sister’s lips, shushing her. “Gone. You were alone when we found you – just lying here on this patch of grass. Keldorn, Anomen and Minsc searched the area pretty good, but they didn’t find anything. Guess it’s a mystery that we’ll have to solve later. Right now, we should probably get you home.”
“No argument here.”
“Good.”
“Um…”
“What?”
“Jaheira…”
Imoen snorted. “Yeah. She’s pissed.”
“Great. As if I didn’t have enough problems.”
“Yeah, well… they can wait until tomorrow. I think we’ve all earned ourselves some nap privileges. Whatever this whole deal was, it’s over.”
Imoen helped Falynn to her feet, then left to call the others back so they could leave the area. That left Falynn alone with her thoughts, and with the memories of the attack. She took a ragged breath, staring at her empty hands. Red lines of arcane power once again flashed into view, flowing from the heel of her hands to just below where her fingers joined her palms, but they faded after only a moment.
Falynn sighed. “No… this was just the beginning…”
Untitled: Chapter One - Birthmark; Section 3
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4. A tad more exposition... maybe enough to give you guys a clear idea of just what's going on, maybe not.
Nah, I’m far too dense.
Sarevok appeared again, seemingly materializing out of nowhere, directly in front of them. This time, neither woman made a move to attack him. “I have a message for you,” he said to Falynn, “and I will deliver it, whether you like it or not.” The two women backed away, futilely, as it turned out. “Skies will burn…” he said, as Jaheira cast a spell and brought tree roots up from the ground to wrap around his legs and torso. He tore through them without even exerting any effort.
Will you please just let the guy speak?
The druid managed a small smile as she led their flight away from the scene. “He certainly is persistent.”
“I know. It’s starting to annoy me.”
Uh, maybe it’s because, oh I don’t know, you guys just won’t listen him out?
They took refuge in a church.
I prefer a pub, myself.
Her spell completed, the druid looked up from her work, and met her comrade’s eyes with a steady gaze. “We all knew what risks traveling with you presented, and even knowing those risks, we continued to accompany you. I suppose I cannot speak for everyone, but I would imagine that none of us has come to regret those decisions.”
Yeah, Falynn doesn’t seem to get this in none of the parallel universes she inhabits.
“About me, about everything…” She turned around in her seat, saw Jaheira lying stretched out on the bench behind her. “I don’t think you really know how bad this might get. It’s… it’s more than just this ‘Bhaal stuff.’ At least… at least, there’s more to it than you’ve probably heard.”
Yeah, well, nobody seems to know anything about it, so… heh, and even if it were more than just this Bhaal stuff, you don’t really expect anyone of her companions to give up on her, it’s pointless to even talk about that.
She sighed. “In that letter Gorion left me, the one I was supposed to find if something happened to him, he told me… well… everything. You remember when we stumbled on it, don’t you? I read it out loud? Well, I didn’t read all of it. I kinda left out a few bits.”
Hmm, this might be important. I think.
She frowned. She had hoped that finally being able to tell someone the whole truth would be a relief… that it would be like ridding herself of a heavy burden she’d been carrying for a long time. But it just didn’t seem that way… not now, not under these circumstances. She held her hands open in her lap, staring blankly into her palms. “When I was born, they… I guess, they looked into my future. On this day, my birthday, something… bad is supposed to happen. Something very bad. I’ve been trying to avoid it, trying to pretend it wouldn’t happen, but Sarevok’s right. You can’t just wish this sort of thing away. You can’t pretend things are different than they are.”
Something bad… well, that’s still pretty vague, you know.
Jaheira was frozen in place, completely conscious; she was alert and aware of her surroundings. She knew full well what Falynn planned to do next, and she had no power to stop it. In her mind, she was fighting free of whatever magical influence held her in place, hands tearing at her bonds, arms straining against the restraints. In reality, however, her fingers didn’t so much as twitch. She continued to breathe, but that was all. She couldn’t even move her eyes.
Err, isn’t that a bit of a stupidity? I mean, there could be a stray zombie or skeleton lurking about the place, and she’s leaving her there paralyzed?
She recognized her friends among them. Their hands stretched out towards her, their eyes pleaded with her as ghoulish arms clawed up from the ground to grab at them. Her vision blurred, and she tried to wipe away the sudden flow of tears. “No…” she whispered.
Sarevok still stood behind her. “Yes… look at it… drink it in… behold the world you are destined to create…”
So, is this all about some pathos-filled destined destruction of a grand scale? *yawns* Okay, wake me up when it’s over.
“This is the future – your future. It began the day you were born… and nothing can stop it. This will come to pass; I will make sure of it. You’re going to destroy the world, Falynn… it’s written all over your face…”
Destroy the world, ey? *turns to the other side and continues to sleep soundly*
“Jaheira…”
Imoen snorted. “Yeah. She’s pissed.”
Looking forward to the reaction.
Imoen helped Falynn to her feet, then left to call the others back so they could leave the area. That left Falynn alone with her thoughts, and with the memories of the attack. She took a ragged breath, staring at her empty hands. Red lines of arcane power once again flashed into view, flowing from the heel of her hands to just below where her fingers joined her palms, but they faded after only a moment.
Falynn sighed. “No… this was just the beginning…”
You know, I’d really appreciate knowing what we are dealing with here…
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Nah, I’m far too dense.
That can't be true. I'm pretty sure you're still light enough to float in water.
Uh, maybe it’s because, oh I don’t know, you guys just won’t listen him out?
I wouldn't want to listen to what he has to say, either. It's scary.
I prefer a pub, myself.
Well, maybe if it were The Winchester, I'd agree with you... just gotta make sure nobody turns on the pinball machine or the jukebox.
Yeah, Falynn doesn’t seem to get this in none of the parallel universes she inhabits.
Yep. I think that's a pretty common character trait, but I'm gonna put a little twist on it. Nothing major, just a small twist. It's in a later Omega chapter, though, so it'll be a while, unfortunately. I have tried working on it, though. I've gotten some stuff done. Some.
Something bad… well, that’s still pretty vague, you know.
That's kinda the point. She's still trying to hide the extent of how bad she expects it to get. I guess she's still hoping that she can handle this on her own and not have to risk her friends' lives in dealing with her own problems.
Err, isn’t that a bit of a stupidity? I mean, there could be a stray zombie or skeleton lurking about the place, and she’s leaving her there paralyzed?
Not really... the spell won't last very long. Falynn just needs a headstart so that Jaheira won't be able to easily follow her. Plus, Sarevok's pretty much the only bad guy out there at the moment. This is still part of the "civilized" area of Athkatla, so stray undead won't be a real problem here... and with all the craziness going on everywhere else, it's unlikely anyone living would stumble upon her before she got free. Most people would do the smart thing and run from all the explosions.
So, is this all about some pathos-filled destined destruction of a grand scale? *yawns* Okay, wake me up when it’s over.
Gee, thanks. Why am I bothering to do this, again?
You know, I’d really appreciate knowing what we are dealing with here…
Well, there's still a bit to go; it'll become clear. I hope. At least one person's already figured it out.
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Posted 21 November 2005 - 06:28 PM
I prefer a pub, myself.
Well, maybe if it were The Winchester, I'd agree with you... just gotta make sure nobody turns on the pinball machine or the jukebox.
Yeah.
Though, seriously - the bit when they are running around beating up zombies with Queen "Don't Stop Me Now" in the background... one of my favorite parts of the movies, it was just so darn classy! So, is this all about some pathos-filled destined destruction of a grand scale? *yawns* Okay, wake me up when it’s over.
Gee, thanks. Why am I bothering to do this, again?
Oh, don't worry, it's a personal hung-up of my own.
For example, I've never liked movies with the doomsday scenario, because they usually are so filled with pathos that it's hard for me to bear. I'm the kind of nutter who would actually prefer 'two blind retired adventurers rescue the local sawmill from a termite infestation' scenario over the 'young and dashing hero fulfills his tragic destiny by saving the humankind by heroically sacrificing himself' scenario. But the latter can also be good. Especially if it has the right amount of snarky dialogue. So you should be safe there.
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Though, seriously - the bit when they are running around beating up zombies with Queen "Don't Stop Me Now" in the background... one of my favorite parts of the movies, it was just so darn classy!
I liked the part where they were trying to use the shotgun, and they were like "How are five people supposed to operate one gun?" I thought it was pretty clever how Shaun had them all spotting while he took the shots. That was pretty neat.
For example, I've never liked movies with the doomsday scenario, because they usually are so filled with pathos that it's hard for me to bear. I'm the kind of nutter who would actually prefer 'two blind retired adventurers rescue the local sawmill from a termite infestation' scenario over the 'young and dashing hero fulfills his tragic destiny by saving the humankind by heroically sacrificing himself' scenario.
Well, I'll admit that the doomsday scenarios can get old, but if they're properly executed, even that old song can still be quite a kick. I mean, you know what they say about how pretty much everyone basic storyline one could write has already been written. (Shrug)
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Posted 22 November 2005 - 09:42 PM
Jumping straight into this story - coffee overdose still has me in *very* bad state, so not sure how much sense I'm making. Anyway, I understand that we've got a zombie infestation going on here - am waiting for the 'Braiiinsssss' to start flowing freely. I did have the same reaction as Theo at first to the freezing of Jaheira - perhaps you could make it clear that it was only a very brief spell? On second thought, perhaps you already did make it clear and I'm in too much of a coffee haze to read properly, it wouldn't surprise me.
*looks down at shaky hands* Or to type. Or to make any sense at all, really.
I did have the same reaction as Theo at first to the freezing of Jaheira - perhaps you could make it clear that it was only a very brief spell? On second thought, perhaps you already did make it clear and I'm in too much of a coffee haze to read properly, it wouldn't surprise me. *looks down at shaky hands* Or to type. Or to make any sense at all, really.
Rogues do it from behind.
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Posted 22 November 2005 - 11:26 PM
Still having trouble coming up with a title?
Persistance usually does.
Or rather, the writer does. Evil people, those writers.
'Don't trust the Skull'.
Whoa, some nasty imagry here.
Well done.
I'll be painfully honest here. The moment I read that line, I realised I've been reading way too much badfic spoofs at godawful.net lately.
Seriously, it's as if I've been getting double-entendre disease.
Wait a minute, where's Vic?
Kidding.
Big deal. Jaheira's always pissed.
Ominous...
The druid managed a small smile as she led their flight away from the scene. “He certainly is persistent.”
“I know. It’s starting to annoy me.”
Persistance usually does.
Jaheira cast a minor healing spell on herself, applying the magic to her cracked ribs. Her efforts augmented the potion’s effects, and while not yet back to optimal fighting trim, she felt close enough that she’d be able to make do. “I would argue that if anything isn’t fair, it would be how the world seems to enjoy putting you in one rather difficult situation after another.”
Or rather, the writer does.
Evil people, those writers. She sighed. “In that letter Gorion left me, the one I was supposed to find if something happened to him, he told me… well… everything. You remember when we stumbled on it, don’t you? I read it out loud? Well, I didn’t read all of it. I kinda left out a few bits.”
'Don't trust the Skull'.
He released her, then, letting her collapse to the ground. It was a long journey back to lucidity, or so it felt to her, but in reality, it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. She opened her eyes, then, and forced herself to a standing position. The dark blue of the night sky had been replaced with an unnatural shade of red. The ruins of the city sprawled for miles around her, proud buildings replaced by twisted skeletons of jagged metal, broken stone and splintered wood. The water of Athkatla’s canals had been replaced by rivers of boiling lava. Fires burned everywhere, from tiny pinpoints of light in the distance, to the roaring conflagration two buildings down from where she sat. Bodies lay collapsed upon the roads, picked clean by vultures and other scavenger birds. Several more unfortunate souls had been turned to stone, expressions of terror forever frozen on their stone faces.
Whoa, some nasty imagry here.
Well done. “Guys, she’s coming to.”
I'll be painfully honest here. The moment I read that line, I realised I've been reading way too much badfic spoofs at godawful.net lately.
Seriously, it's as if I've been getting double-entendre disease.Imoen put a fingertip to her sister’s lips, shushing her. “Gone. You were alone when we found you – just lying here on this patch of grass. Keldorn, Anomen and Minsc searched the area pretty good, but they didn’t find anything. Guess it’s a mystery that we’ll have to solve later. Right now, we should probably get you home.”
Wait a minute, where's Vic?
Kidding.
Imoen snorted. “Yeah. She’s pissed.”
Big deal. Jaheira's always pissed.
Falynn sighed. “No… this was just the beginning…”
Ominous...
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Jumping straight into this story - coffee overdose still has me in *very* bad state, so not sure how much sense I'm making.
I'm glad I never started drinking coffee. When I started college, I thought I'd be just like the kids who ended up with coffee addictions, but nope. Not me. Then again, I slept through classes way more than I should have, so... bad me.
I just find it kinda morbidly funny when doctors/nurses/pharmacists and the like OD on stimulants. Like my cousin who developed this disgusting Red Bull habit.
On second thought, perhaps you already did make it clear and I'm in too much of a coffee haze to read properly, it wouldn't surprise me.
Well, no I didn't make it that clear... but then again, I kinda thought it was obvious. I mean, aside from the fact that she's (Jaheira) high level, and such low-level spells don't work so well on her, anymore.
*looks down at shaky hands* Or to type. Or to make any sense at all, really.
I hope desperately you are not a surgeon.
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Still having trouble coming up with a title?
Ya think?
(Sigh)
Or rather, the writer does.
Hey, I blame it all on the "original" writers. I just stole their ideas.
'Don't trust the Skull'.
Especially one that's constantly trying to score some zombie tail. That is SCARY.
Whoa, some nasty imagry here.
Looked better on TV than in text, but I do what I can.
Seriously, it's as if I've been getting double-entendre disease.
Uh... yeah... no orgasms here...
It's ok. I won't hold it against you.
Big deal. Jaheira's always pissed.
Sure, but see, the scale gets modified when talking about her. "Pissed" for her is about equivalent to "Sweet Jesus! Head for the fallout shelter!" in normal people.
Ominous...
That's the plan... guess we'll see how it pans out.
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*looks down at shaky hands* Or to type. Or to make any sense at all, really.
I hope desperately you are not a surgeon.
I am, but I've had the whole night to sleep it off - it's fine now.
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I am, but I've had the whole night to sleep it off - it's fine now.
Um. If you say so. You will understand if I don't let you anywhere near, say, my kidneys, right? Ok, just checking.
No, seriously, though. Aren't you actually supposed to -do- something about it if you accidentally overdose on any kind of stimulant? I mean, I know it's just coffee, and not, say, an overdose of caffeine tablets, but I'd imagine that any kind of stimulant overdose has the possibility for some serious health issues. I mean, I'm no doctor, but I can't imagine that say, an abnormal increase in heart rate, even temporary, is really something you want to leave unchecked. (Shrug)
(Shudder) I'm glad I'm no longer addicted to Coca-Cola. Worst it ever did to me was keep me up at night, and that was bad enough.
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