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Bonjour. Avez-vous besoin d'aide? ((Independent RP and ask blog for Henri Cadot, an OC. Open to plotting anytime. If you have anything to do with the "supernatural", he wants to know. Tags: eyesontwoworlds ))

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((finally the endless winter here has broken and I feel like writing again! Hoping to get back to things soon, I think I only had like 2 or 3 active rps so I’ll resume those!))

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((Sorry for disappearing again y'all. I miss being here just too damn busy at the moment. Hoping I’ll have more time when I finish moving in a couple weeks))

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i see beauty: in the wild

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((reading @hunter-gascoigne and @spiritofstarvation ‘s rp and Bedrich just got called Deer Boy, and I am delighted, I can die happy now ))

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hunter-gascoigne:

eyesontwoworlds:

 “There is no cure, is there. No one has found one?” 

“To the Cathedral Ward it is then,” Gascoigne said, turning down a street in the direction of the graveyard that held a back way to the chapel. “It’s not awfully far from here, especially you know some shortcuts.”

He let out a heavy sigh that reached from every corner of his being. “No, there is no cure for the beast plague. There’s hardly any research into it anymore either, most who would have either fled or died. Iosefka might be doing something, but it’s been quite some time since I’ve heard anything about a cure. The scourge has been around so long that if there was something that could be done, I’m sure at least some progress would have been made by now, but that’s not the case. Once you start getting some sharp teeth, extra hair, claws, or start loosing your mind to the beast…” Gascoigne snapped his fingers, scowling. “That’s it. You’re done. One way or another your death looms on your doorstep, whether it comes from your own transformations killing your body, by a hunter putting you down like the rest of the plague, or by a hunter of hunters preemptively getting rid of you before you have the chance to transform. Your fate is sealed, and despite the best efforts of scholars and doctors alike, nothing has been discovered that can stop the transformations once they begin. A man with a good deal of willpower and determination can hold them back for quite some time, though nobody has ever been able to stop them completely. To make matters worse, those who resist the scourge often make the worst beasts… trying to hold it back only increases the severity in the end. That’s why so many men and women of the cloth are so grotesque when they succumb: they resist the most. For their gods, for their church, for their beliefs… they refuse to become an animal and lose themselves. But it never works. Never has. Likely never will…”

Gascoigne shook his head. “Far too many have been lost. So many still will follow suit. Sooner or later, we’ll all become beasts.”

“Hm.” Cadot sighed sadly as Gascoigne explained the state of the cure research. He almost gave in to the despair, when a small fire of resolution began to burn in him. He cocked his head to the side, eyes widening with furious curiosity as Gascoigne described the transformations in detail.  “Where I came from, I was something of a doctor.” He explained briskly, “A healer, really. For maladies that others didn’t understand. I found ways to understand the natural way of these illnesses and cured, well, I helped, I-” He began to explain anecdotes of his past research and successes, but he trailed off.  “I... can’t... remember, right now.” He admitted quietly.    He tried to remember the names of his books. Malificarum... something... Loup-garou... it was a fog. He could only barely remember the rooms in his own home he kept before traveling to Yharnam for his health.   He blamed exhaustion.   “Sorry, uh, stories another time.” He grinned weakly. “But as long as I am bound here by contract, I may as well start up my research here. Help what has been done. I cannot leave Yharnam so I will not give up on it.”   He stood up straighter and quickened his pace.   “This Chapel keeper still has hope. Hope is important. And...Iosefka? She too. I will find her later. When we have done our duties in the hunt. I have not forgotten my contract.” 

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make me choose: white, grey or dark magic

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Le Cerf dans le Bois

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spiritofstarvation:

“You’re talking about me, right?”, Bedrich said. It simply was too obvious, as Célestine had easily turned in front of them both without any sign of exhaustion or hunger. “Don’t worry, you made sure I had enough for the coming few weeks, I think I should be able to control that blasted thing” He really didn’t like turning without the need to stay unnoticed while hunting, but if they wanted to get out of this situation, he’d have to do it. He wouldn’t like it, but he’d be under full control. “Now, I for my part can’t promise that I won’t hurt anyone”, Célestine continued to outline the plan, “At least those idiots that will try to pick us up will end up with a broken nose, because I would like to avoid going outside in human appearance and turn in front of the town. Would be rather inconvenient if we want to get a quick escape if you ask me”

 Cadot turned towards Bedrich as he spoke. He nodded, although he still looked concerned.   “Just don’t... kill anyone.” Cadot pleaded, looking back to Célestine when she mentioned her intent. It was a strange thing that he never imagined himself saying.   “The sight of you will be enough to convince them, and I’m afraid many of them will suffer nightmares in the aftermath. Their ignorance will cost them whether or not you hurt them.” He assured her.   “So...” He tried to steady his nerves. He didn’t like thinking about what was going to happen, but he tried to tell himself, it’s for the greater good.  “When they come back, and unlock the cells, that’s what you will turn?” He asked, voice quiet. “Where will we go? I will have nothing with me until I am able to return...”   

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nature is beautiful: Atropa belladonna

commonly known as belladonna or deadly nightshade, a perennial herbaceous plant (rhizomatous hemicryptophyte) in the tomato family Solanaceae, native to Europe, North Africa, and Western Asia. the foliage and berries are extremely toxic, containing tropane alkaloids.

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Le Cerf dans le Bois

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spiritofstarvation: 

“One of us could turn and just carry you like that, if it doesn’t traumatize you too much”, Célestine suggested and laughed at the thought. The mental image this thought had caused was hilarious – a wendigo carrying a human, not to eat them, but to protect them. “It’s not that stupid, though, I think”, Bedrich mentioned, “I mean, it would shock those people to see a wendigo – maybe even two. From what you said, they certainly don’t believe in stuff like this, but they surely know about the legends, so they’d count you dead anyway if they saw us running away with you”

“I-I...” He stared out of the bars of his cell, chest tightening. It was a terrifying notion, surely. He knew what happened when he got near one of them when they turned.   But... if the rest of the town saw them... they’d understand. They’d believe him. He’d no longer be the crazy hermit in the woods, and maybe they’d understand that he was just trying to save their lives...  It was a long shot, but they’d at least understand that they were dealing with something out of their league. If he could just hold on to his sanity long enough to get out of town, it could work.   He got up and walked to the bars, gripping them tightly.   “Yes.” He said, anger lacing his voice, “That is a good idea.”   He paused.  “But.... can you keep yourself from eating us humans? How would you turn back without a meal?”   He had seen Célestine turn easily in front of Bedrich, but he wasn’t sure if Bedrich could do the same... 

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Le Cerf dans le Bois

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spiritofstarvation:

“It doesn’t surface when one’s dying in human shape and is ‘well fed’, so to say”, Bedrich said, “The only thing one ends up with is either a terrible headache or a sore throat” The way he spoke, there was little to no doubt that he had experience with that, but he didn’t want to state so plainly that he had attempted suicide. “So either way, your death would be a very useless one” There was a moment of silence after Bedrich’s words, which Célestine used to speak up again. “Well, I suppose one of us could grab you and carry you along? I know how that sounds, and that it’ll most likely look utterly dumb, but it would avoid getting you killed”

“Ah...” he nodded, eyebrows knitting together as Bedrich spoke of his near death experiences so casually. Well, Cadot supposed it wasn’t near death really, but it still would have scared the human side of him, he imagined.   “Well, that is comforting.” He snorted sarcastically and laughed slightly. It was a comfort to know that they didn’t want to leave him for dead.   “Oh...” He stared at the wall and tried to imagine it. Could they shield him? He would hate to put that on them, he knew it must hurt regardless if it was a mortal wound. But they were strong, and fast, due to their supernatural halves...  “But would that not make it harder for you to run? And we are still locked in these cells.” He asked, “Do you mean to say, we should break away when they come back to fetch us? If the town hears I am on trial, many people may come out to watch... it may be very difficult to get past them.” 

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Le Cerf dans le Bois

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spiritofstarvation: 

“That puts us in quite the predicament, I’d say. Or, mostly you, Monsieur Cadot, as long as they don’t plan to behead us or burn us all at the stake”, Célestine said. “Don’t be so mean, he’s just trying to help”, was Bedrich’s reply. He knew just as well as her that at least they wouldn’t die from being shot, but he couldn’t let Cadot die at the hands of these people, should they come to the conclusion that killing the suspects was the best solution to the problem. “I’m just pointing out the facts”, Célestine defended herself, but she didn’t intend to start an argument. “Anyway. If we want to get our human friend here out of this, I’d say we hightail out of this town at the first chance. But I guess you wouldn’t like to leave all your belongings and life behind, Monsieur Cadot?”

“They would hang us.” Cadot corrected her miserably. “But you are right, it wouldn’t do much to you.”   He took his glasses off and rubbed his face in a tired manner.   “My life... I do not have much of a life here. But my things...” He bit his lip. It had taken him years to collect the books he had, books that Célestine so quickly had pointed out were mostly nonsense. Besides, most of what he knew of wendigo had been passed down to him through the oral tradition of his mother’s family.   His plants... had any of his remedies helped Bedrich in the slightest? He had only delayed the onset of the wendigo, and that had taken deer and human bodies, not any of his medicines.   There was no denying that what was there was valuable, though.   He could come back for them... once the town had forgotten...    “How do you suggest getting out of town, anyway?” Cadot asked. “Of course, you two can run. The gunshots will slow you down, but not for long.” He admitted, after seeing personally what the shots could do just days prior.  “I would understand if you left me here. One death is better than the aftermath of what would happen if the wendigo surfaced while they tried to execute you...”   He did not want to die a martyr, this was not from Cadot trying to be noble. He had seen the wendigo and they scared him to the depths of his soul. It scared him almost more than death. 

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Le Cerf dans le Bois

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spiritofstarvation:

“This is utterly ridiculous …”, Célestine mumbled when they arrived at what served as the town’s prison. She had been looking around all the way, taking in what the town looked like, as she had never been here before. But this place called upon bad memories and while Bedrich simply entered a second cell and slumped down on the bench, Célestine lingered outside a while longer. At least her hesitation could be taken as disgust toward the filthy small room instead of what her feeling really was.

 The men left them alone after locking them in the cells. Cadot was silent for a few minutes, holding his head in his hands. Finally, he spoke up.  “I’m sorry.” He said in English, hoping that if the men were listening, they wouldn’t understand it. “I’m so sorry. I should have been more careful. I don’t know what to do...” He trailed off. He was naturally inclined to solve problems when he encountered them, but he preferred those of the natural world. People and their corrupt governments.. he did not try to become versed in.    “I have to tell you, I do not think the trial will be fair.” He confessed. “These men, many in the town, do not like me or what I do. I have few allies here.” 

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Le Cerf dans le Bois

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spiritofstarvation: 

If looks could kill, Bergeron would’ve been dead by the moment Célestine looked at him. She cursed the man in thought and one might get the impression that she’d like to murder him right this second. Her eyes wandered to Cadot for a moment as he spoke to them, before she made her way to get her coat and then outside, head held high and proud. She wouldn’t give these men the satisfaction of reacting like a common woman and hide behind Cadot and Bedrich. Bedrich meanwhile really didn’t seem happy at all about what was going on. He knew better than putting up a fight and simply followed the orders, but he had his doubts that this would end well for any of them except maybe Célestine.

 Cadot didn’t speak much as they walked. He felt sick. He had so much he needed to say to the other two, but he couldn’t in the presence of the violent, angry men. He thought about how they could have found out- the sacks, yes. But who’s to say they had any proof Cadot had done that, except for prejudice? He began putting together his defense in his mind.    After arriving in town, the trio were led to a wooden building next to the church. Inside, down a hallway in the back of the building, were 5 small cells. This was all the town had for a jail.  “Alright, each of you get in one of these. Separate.” Bergeron demanded. He was a little less aggressive now that they had done the long walk towards town, and was a bit tired. “We have to go check you in and get a trial together. Probably tomorrow....We’ll bring you some food later tonight.”   He stood and waited, while Cadot stepped forward and sat on a bench inside a cell, trying to show he was not putting up any undue resistance.    

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Le Cerf dans le Bois

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spiritofstarvation:

... and the men didn’t know what kind of fire they were playing with.

Célestine twitched at that comment and took a step forward to slap the man’s face, but Bedrich carefully took her arm to hold her back. “He isn’t worth it”, he whispered to her and she breathed out loudly, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She wasn’t angry because of the comment Bergeron had made, but because she felt belittled by him. Which was something she really couldn’t stand. Even though being separated from her once noble and rich lifestyle, she still was too proud to accept insults from people she considered lower than herself, even if those insults were just mocking remarks. Bedrich slowly rose from his place, but Célestine blocked his way. “If you’re taking him, I’m coming with you, too”, she said. Her tone made it clear that she wouldn’t accept a ‘No’ on this matter.

 Bergeron grinned when he saw her starting to get angry.   “Ooh we got a feisty one! Alright, if you insist. I was trying to be kind is all...” He shrugged and nodded sharply at Cadot and Beta, and the two other men walked next to them with their arms crossed.   “Time to go."  “Where are you taking us?” Cadot asked, his voice wavering slightly.    “Town. We’re gonna give you a trial first. We’re still civilized.” He grumbled. “But if you try any funny business, I’m sure no one in town would object to a little vigilante justice.” He motioned to the rifle.    Cadot looked at Célestine and Bedrich, mumbling to them that he was sure they’d be ok, but he couldn’t hide the fear in his eyes.   “Outside. Now.” Bergeron was getting impatient. 

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Le Cerf dans le Bois

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spiritofstarvation:

“...Miss, you’d be better going back where you came from. This man is no good.”

Célestine frowned at the stranger’s words, looking over at Cadot for some moments. Listening to the man made her curse inwardly – these two obviously hadn’t been carefully enough. There was nothing wrong in Cadot wanting to help Bedrich, but it seemed to have gotten them into trouble. She snapped her head up to look at Bergeron as he said that only the men should come along. “Well, I am certainly not intending to go without my brother”, she said, her voice a cold statement, “And neither am I going to leave him at the hands of you ruffians – Pointing a gun at a dying man! And then wanting him to go outside into that cold when we only arrived and started to warm up again!” Célestine had raised her voice, but only slightly. She knew how to speak like a person of authority and influence, and she’d use it if needed, as right now.

“You don’t have to, miss.” Bergeron growled, “And if he’s dyin’ that’s not a fault of mine. Heh, might even speed up the process.”   The men behind him laughed.   “Besides, staying with this witch-doctor won’t help your brother. Probably tells you you’re a werewolf and tells you to hide from the goddamned moon.”   Bergeron moved aside and nodded his head towards the other men, who entered the room, ready to use force if necessary.   “Alright, alright I’ll go with you.” Cadot held his hands up, looking at Célestine with concern. “I am sure we can understand each other and show that we mean no harm.”    He didn’t know what else to do. These men probably would demand an explanation, maybe put him on trial... Cadot couldn’t imagine that going well, but if Célestine or Bedrich snapped, many, many more people might die. This was exactly what he was trying to prevent by helping them, and the men didn’t know what kind of fire they were playing with.