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The science fiction rollplay for members of Flight of Fancy. |
Chrysth's marching went almost faster than before. Zalla winced at the cuss word. She had never believed in using them, and Chrysth using them every once in a while almost made them seem... worse. Zalla now wished she'd cared more where the summoners were to be sent. Something was terribly wrong with Chrysth. They reached the hospital wing. One of the head doctors, Cartz, was talking to one of the admitance clerks. 'What do you mean it was an emergency? That summoner didn't have more than a scratch!" he cried to the clerk. "Why did you let him-" he stopped short, noticing the two blessers. Cartz was a friend of Zalla, due to her getting in trouble with Chrysth so much. He smiled briefly at her, then began to talk formally, as he didn't know Chrysth very much, except that he was dangerous. "Greetings, Blesser Chrysth. Greetings, Blesser Zalla." he stood up straight, and looked a little nervous. Chrysth glanced at his nametag, then said, "Greetings Cartz. Get me the head doctor Armgen." Zalla had heard of Armgen. He was Chrysth's, and only Chrysth's doctor. Which meant he had a lot of free time... or so Zalla thought? |