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It was a quiet, comfortable night-perfect for one of the paranormal investigator's walks. Being cooped up in a hotel room was no way to live, Ceri often used whatever excuse she could to do her research elsewhere. A library, a cafe, a park, even, like tonight. Few people bothered her as she sat with her laptop and books, though she was certain if people knew what she was reading about, she'd be pestered constantly.
Tonight was strictly for her own enjoyment. The park's soothing atmosphere was ideal for clearing her mind, and, as a bonus, most of her spirit attachments seemed to enjoy it too. This one though? Not so much. A lock of the girl's hair began to rise mysteriously in the air in protest, unbeknownst to their owner, until it yanked sharply upwards.
Her hands flew to her head, gripping at the base of the pulled strands so she'd remain in control. "Ow, ow, ow." She spoke not in pain, but as if scolding a young child that'd yet to learn the difference between a good and bad touch. "You need to quit doing things like this, or even I won't be able to help-"
Wrong answer.
In an instant, three clawed fingers raked through her left shoulder. The redhead clenched her teeth. Though the wound wasn't visible through her modest clothing, blood began to stain her black dress, dripping down her arm and onto the path.
Ceri wasn't about to give it the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Wincing, her left hand discreetly dropped to her side, reaching for the sage she kept in a pouch at her waist.
Not happening. The hold on her long tresses dissipated, but the reason became readily apparent. Suddenly, it felt as if she'd been punched in the stomach. Gagging, she stumbled, falling to her hands and knees. "S-stop..." Ceri whispered. Another wound ripped through her side, identical to the first. The redhead couldn't help but groan.
Someone, anyone, make it stop! The girl closed her eyes, pleading silently. She really needed to stop trying to deal with entities like this on her own.
NOTES: This thread's open for anyone to reply to, I look forward to it.~ TAG:
Never being one to be content with sitting around, even when not on a research expedition, Dr. Harding was prone to taking walks at night. He felt it especially important to stay active as he felt the stiffness of age setting in. He'd been a reasonably healthy man (you know, for being essentially the consort to a vampire for the last five and a half decades) for most of his life, and didn't intend to simply let himself wither away if he could help it.
Of course, years upon years of field work in places even rumored to be fraught with activity, taught him that it was good practice to at least have some basic protective measures on hand at all times. Sage, a small flask of holy water (blessed by whatever religious authority had the most influence in the area), rock salt, a silver knife, etc. It may not be enough to keep a more powerful being away for long, but it could certainly buy enough time from minor apparitions to put better protections up.
Despite the fact that his hearing was also starting to falter, he picked up on the sound of a woman groaning as he entered the park. Without a second thought, the professor followed the sound; he couldn't full-out run, but he could still manage something resembling a jog when he spotted a figure crumpled over on the ground. It didn't seem as if there were any other people around, but as he drew closer, he could sense that it was something transcending the physical. A spirit of some sort, not the most wildly powerful thing ever, but perhaps needed a bit of warding to keep away.
With his fingers already dipped in the holy water by the time he reached the bleeding woman, he cast a flick of it in the area immediately above her, then another in front of where she'd fallen, "Pick on someone your own damned age. She clearly ain't harmin' you!"
Although Harding could tell after a few casts that the entity had backed down some, he didn't have the necessary tools to fully expel it. However, it was enough time for him to tend to its victim, and he addressed her, "Did it hurt ya badly or anything? Ya should be in the clear for now."
Within seconds of her silent plea, a voice boomed above the redhead. Ceri opened an eye cautiously, trying to get a good look at her savior as she was pelted with...something wet? Oh. Holy water.
Could this man have been an off duty priest, perhaps? Or was he someone who'd dealt with enough of his own horrors to carry such a means of protection? No ordinary person would have such a thing at hand in a park. She remained still, heaving, gradually regaining her ability to breathe normally as the entity withdrew into the background.
"T-thank you..." She whispered, opening her other eye and tilting her head to address the older man properly. He looked rather peculiar, almost like a mad scientist, but she was in no position to judge. Not after what he'd done for her.
"I...I..." Normally, Ceri brushed off her injuries. She'd been attacked plenty of times, but it had never gotten this bad before. "Honestly...the one on my shoulder..." The girl sighed, looking down at her left hand, blood still streaming down it. "I won't be able...to treat this one...on my own."
It was clear the attack had left more than just a physical toll. Ceri was exhausted, to the point of nearly passing out. Having one's own energy used against themselves was beyond taxing. "I only have ordinary bandages...and I can't reach..."
Her voice cracked and she began to sputter. Not only was this beyond embarrassing, she'd truly gotten over her head this time. If this man hadn't come...she'd...
Trying to keep from crying, she gathered enough strength to stand. The worst of it may have been over, but she still needed aid.
NOTES: Thank you so much for replying!~ TAG: @drhardingphd
Although Harding had dealt with violent attacks by poltergeists and the like before, it was rather rare for them to be so aggressive as to draw that much blood. In fact, when he realized - under the low light of the moon - just how badly she was hurt, it was almost a case for alarm.
He began to reach into his bag for gauze, bandage tape, and... a jar of honey? "I can escort ya to a hospital. 'Til then, I can give ya a bit of field medic patchin', but if ya don't feel all that right 'bout a stranger touchin' ya then say so," he nodded toward her, and pulled out the items to present. Again, it never hurt to be prepared for such things - most injuries weren't even supernatural, but more simple clumsiness or environmental hazards.
Hopefully the young woman would be able to walk on her own, but if need be he could likely muster the strength to support her for at least a little bit, "How'd ya get somethin' like that hangin' around ya anyway? Nothin' that nasty comes after someone like that without some kinda impetus. You been dabblin' in things ya shouldn't be?"
Dr. Harding's tone took on the same paternal, vaguely scolding quality he'd sometimes used on his own (sometimes rebellious) daughter, but it came from a place of concern... and experience. He knew what it was like to get in over one's head with the paranormal due to lack of preparation and unbridled curiosity; however, she didn't seem like the sort of person that would feel the need to poke around with dark forces. Then again, he'd been wrong before, and sometimes the most unlikely of people attached themselves (willingly or not) to malicious beings.
@ceriethereal | 293 words | I was looking for a reason to bring him back tbh, so thank you for this~
"Ho-hospital?" That was the last place she wanted to go. They'd find all the other injuries and detain her-likely on suspicion of domestic abuse. Then again, this was the first time she'd had injuries serious enough to go. Ceri looked down at the wound on her side before staring at what he'd brought out. "I'd be grateful...but..." She swallowed. "I can't very well remove a dress in public..."
Even if she did have several layers, there was no getting around the fact that she would be exposing herself. "The shoulder though...that I can do..." This situation...was beyond odd. The redhead wouldn't even let a doctor perform a complete exam, yet here she was, letting a complete stranger patch her up.
She stumbled over to the nearest bench, plopping down, her feet hanging off the side. Ceri waited for him to follow, gingerly pulling down her obscenely puffy sleeve. The skin on her shoulder...it was almost gruesome. Blood was still seeping out of the wound, trickling down her back and arm. But that wasn't all. Nearly every inch of her hidden skin was covered in bites, bruises, and scratches in various states of repair. Knowing someone else would see them...it made her stomach churn.
But she didn't want to think about that. "It's...from my most recent case." She winced. "Given the activity my clients were dealing with originally...at first I was under the impression...that it was a mischievous teenager." Her eyes darkened. "But it kept getting more violent...scaring their kids. I took it with me so I could keep them safe." She exhaled. "And the more time I spend with it...the more I think it's only masquerading as such. But it won't talk to me. And I'm not getting rid of it until I find out what it wants." "Mm
NOTES: Ehee, I look forward to Ceri getting a mentor, it'll be fun! TAG: @drhardingphd
It was rather normal for a young woman to be cautious about removing her clothing in front of someone she didn't know, and especially in public. Had it been a more critical injury, the professor might have been more insistent, but at least she wasn't outright refusing care. Still, he could patch up the shoulder, and opted to do so instead of making her strain herself, "I'll handle it, Miss. I got two hands, you're mostly workin' with one."
With a bit of the gauze, he mopped up some of the excess blood around the wound, tossed it in a nearby trashcan, and then pulled out a nitrile glove. With the gloved hand, he applied a little bit of honey (the jar marked Not for consumption! in large black letters) to the wound, "This'll stave off microbes and keep ya from getting an infection." Harding then placed a fresh gauze pack over it, and taped it down firmly, "That oughta hold 'til ya can get it cleaned up."
He had seen the scars, and when he heard that it was part of her work to deal with the unknown, it made a lot more sense. Still, did she not have a senior who could have aided her when it turned out that this thing was too strong for her to handle on her own? Usually - at least as far as he knew - apprentices and newer investigators usually were taught and monitored by a more experienced individual when confronting violent poltergeists and potential demons.
"Hmm... I wouldn't advise it, but," he reached out and rested his hand on the backrest of the bench, "if ya insist, get yourself some onyx an' carry it on your person. It ought to keep ya from gettin' too roughed up if it decides to attack again. Onyx is good for warding."
It occurred to him then that perhaps it would seem strange that he knew all of this; however, while he tended to be a bit more discreet in mixed company, for good reason, he felt reasonably confident that this girl - being apparently in the same general line of work - would understand. Still, he thought it better to ask about her first, "What's your name, Miss? Are you a medium? Apprentice exorcist? What's got you tied up with the spirit world?"
@ceriethereal | 386 words | I think he'd be willing to take on an intern/apprentice~
"Thank you..." It was a good thing her work wasn't all that labor intensive. She'd be able to rest and heal without issue, holed up in her room with some books or her laptop to do her research. After all, it took a lot of snooping to find out what happened on someone's property.
Though Ceri tried to remain still as the other cleaned and bandaged her wound, she couldn't help but cry out, whimpering under her breath. The redhead couldn't handle being touched at all. "I'm sorry...for making you go to all this trouble." Even if it wasn't under the best of circumstances, sitting together did make her feel better. She'd be well enough to get proper help in a little bit.
"I know." The girl turned on the bench, so now she was sitting properly. "I've been told not to before. It was my decision." Her own stubbornness was what led to the attack in the first place. "But I can't just turn them away. Someone needs to listen to them. Thank you for the advice, though."
"Oh! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" She brushed off the skirt of her dress. "My name's Ceri. Thank you for all the help, it's nice to meet you." The paranormal investigator gave a polite nod of the head.
"I'm...er...well..." She paused. Normally, she'd avoid this conversation, but the other was clearly involved with her line of work. "An empath and a magnet. My abilties aren't all that powerful though, I can't open my third eye." Ceri had yet to find a group of people she trusted enough to let her do so. "I work as a paranormal investigator, but most of the time I help the two parties come to a peaceful resolution...or take a spirit with me to find a better option for it...ah, and you are?" It was uncomfortable revealing this much so soon, she ought to listen to him speak, too. "Mm