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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2014 21:55:54 GMT -5
Two days ago, she had looked upon those steps with disdain, and now they were simple blurs beyond the surface of the water. She was not staring at her own reflection, but rather from the perspective of the animals in the water. She had not left the salty waters for two days--and the extent in which her power would last was running out, even though she had timed it that way. Underwater traps were a little more difficult to set, needed a little more time, and part of her had been hoping the traps alone would catch the prey they needed to grab before Ezekiel ended up arriving.
Alyssia did not care at that point. Once her power ran out, she would need to return to the surface in order to breathe properly. With the power she carried with her on a day to day basis, it could have easily been assumed that her body would have physically changed, but there was no difference. No, that was not quite how the power worked. The power was more or less internal, making things on the inside adapt to the environment around her in order to survive, and in this case it was the water. Considering the season, she seemed underdressed, but she was adapted to withstand any temperature of water, so the black shorts and what seemed to hold resemblance of a sports bra of matching color did not affect the way she withstood the chilled temperature of the water.
She could breathe just fine, as though the water around her was the oxygen itself. The only problem at that point was that it would be a painful transition. She would be choking on either the water or the oxygen no matter how smooth she tried to make the transition. That was the worst thing about water to land transitions. They were the most painful. But she was a well adapted swimmer at the moment, faster than any other human. She could withstand high pressure. That would be another transition problem. She would have a momentary splitting headache, where her skull would feel like it had been impacted with a bat, and her muscles would become weaker. Transitions tended to be a moment of vulnerability, and she'd almost literally be a limp noodle for a few minutes.
Tilting her blue eyes up, she checked the position of the sun. "Just past noon." Bubbles left her mouth as she spoke the words. The spliced Pokemon floating beside her, a Marowak and Seadra mix her mother had named Guinevere, listened, but kept her eyes trained in the lights that danced across the moving Pokemon's bodies nearby. "About half a day left before my body switches back over." Guinevere's long tail brushed against her back, as though in comfort. "We will be finished before that time." The female gave a small pause in her words. "...How hard is it to find a Lapras around here?"
"Lapras are rare in the wild. That's why we're out here." The woman swam away from where she had been perched on the coral. Her skin had a few scratches on them, and the scars that had been there for years before were still there. She shifted the bow in her hands, which had adapted to the water around her, acting more as a harpoon at that point. They were the same arrows, though, but with nets that held various effects. "The customer is paying quite a fancy fee for this thing. I don't care what they do with it, so long as I get paid." She wasn't aware of the familiar shape on the dock, and her eyes had instead turned to the familiar fins she was supposed to be looking for.
The smile cracked on her face when the Lapras dove beneath the waves a few hundred feet away. Guinevere coiled on the grey coral, waiting patiently, floating like a gold and white bushel of seaweed. She gripped the harpoon-formed bow in her hand and she watched the creature dive beneath the water. She needed to wait for it to get closer. She wouldn't be aware if Ezekiel had finally arrived. Her eyes were trained on the diving Lapras.
"Come on...let's get his over with, you son of a bitch."
"Talking." "Pokemon Talking." Thinking.
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Post by Ezekiel " The Merchant" Harris on Jan 28, 2014 6:00:48 GMT -5
Ezekiel had supplied the traps. Each and every one had been lovingly crafted by his rake-like hands. He had offered a variety of other clothing; most of it was resistant to shark’s teeth. Coming much earlier than asked, it would be difficult to say he had ever left, the slim man had created a little camp. A tough tent, which allowed water to bead off, rested on one side. A radio and television, both of which had nearly perfect reception, sat beneath the awning. The little fire, which gave off tiny puffs of smoke, had remained in operation. The staircase, as it would need to support a lot of weight, had been reinforced with various odds and ends. The grey eyes had watched the waves for quite some time.
Was she not meant to be finished quicker than this? The man had wished, donning his scuba-diving outfit, that he had been the ones within the green mire. Her mutation had made it logical, in times of underwater hunting, to let her do the dirty-work. Regardless, after this long, it was not unexpected for the angular-faced man to exhibit some sign of worry. That was his money out there. He supposed, as he was in a decent mood, that the human was worth acknowledging.
Alyssia, while a hunter, was still a woman. No doubt some amorous sharp, mistaking her for a receptive mate, had been rather disappointed. From his perch, leaning over to peer into the water like a curious raven in dark clothes, the man looked down on occasion. No blood discolored the water. No sign of pink or crimson foam greeted storm-toned eyes.
How many clients had he wasted by allowing someone new to attempt this job? His cellphone had at least ten text messages. None of them, as he seemed to have finally found the primates with intelligence, wished to discuss their desires over the air. Leaning back slightly, staring rebelliously at the sun, the human returned to his bottle of water. His dry tongue eagerly consumed a few sips. This tastes like horse piss. Remoor, even at its coldest, was warm enough to turn bottled water brackish.
It was noon now. It was time to go down to the old pier. Shouldering his bag, which contained an old Pokeball, spear, grappling hook, and various other things, the merchant turned towards the stairs. He cared little about how they shook on the way down. Any splintering, or cracking, would come out of the builder’s hide. Any broken bone, no matter how badly snapped, would be shoved into some incompetent idiots rectum. Luckily, maybe frightened of the hunter himself, the old staircase held his weight. Only a few pieces of stone, the color of bone, dropped to the pale sand.
The anchor, a large and old log, had already been inserted. The rope holding the harpoon was quickly looped around it.
The shape of that shell, as it briefly crested the water, was unmistakable. It was rare that any other disgusting animals had a shell like that; it looked like one of the stupid turtles. Dropping his bag to the rotted wood, sneering at the creaking noise, he removed the spear from a pocket. It seemed like a happy creature. It seemed unlikely to pay any attention to him—these things were just full of arrogance. “----“ His arm drew itself back. Muscles rippled beneath his lithe limbs. Ezekiel let the spear fly. The barbed tip hit home.
The Lapras resumed its diving again. “You better get that, brat, before the Sharpedo do. Use one of the Pokeballs.” He had bought it for her just a while ago. It should work on a frightened animal like that. “And, if it makes you swim faster, I’ll tell you how I did that thing with the mutts.”
On the warm sand, beneath a cliff of dry grass, rested a large mount of purple and tan. The splice, charged with containing any interference from the Lapras, had been dozing in the sun. His collar, equipped with a row of rusted spikes, was now encrusted with sand. “Somehow, I doubt, he’ll take this off---“
“Thing! Pull the goddamned stick before I shove it up your worthless a—“ Not caring to hear the rest of it, taking steps forward, the Arcanine-like animal stepped forward. His teeth locked securely on its wooden length. He began to tow it backwards. It was better to lose some teeth than to slack.
Standing at the end of the dock, his friend behind him, Ezekiel waited. “You too, princess.”
(Time for the infamous rule: please do not post for at least 24 hours. The last comment, if she is there, is directed at Adelaide. If not, it's directed at Alyssia the Fish.)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2014 15:04:18 GMT -5
The jumpsuit, with most of its legs and sleeves cut off, was uncomfortable as she resisted the pull of the currents beneath the water's surface. If she had any control over the power in making it last a few hours rather than three days, she would have gladly been in and out two and a half days ago. Unfortunately, she had no such luck; what else was new? It would have been a matter of finding the Lapras all the same. Rare in the wild, it was like chasing a shadow that wasn't attached to anything until it showed up. The only company she had for the previous days had been the quiet spliced Pokemon. While for the most part blasphemous beings of nature, they were incredibly useful and in some sense they were family. Or sentiment. Whichever worked. Each of the three, only two present, had been crafted by her mother's hands. Considering what transpired to her, the Pokemon were good reminders, sometimes of the better things. Guinevere was often quiet, preferred it that way, and Alyssia could not once say she was complaining about it. The lack of sexist comments in her ear were honestly a bit of a welcome break. Only the occasional fish passed, and other than a few words from the underwater companion at her side, there wasn't much else aside from perhaps the splash of a stone or waves. "Guinevere, you're going to have to bring it closer. It's going to use the water to its advantage." The Pokemon did not speak when the Lapras came back into view, after releasing its shrill scream, and scarlet tainted the green not long after. She could just make out the shape of a barbed spear sticking through the beast, a line of rope pulled taut as it fought its way, seemingly easy, away from the shore. Guinevere could be compared to a snake in grass the speed and manner in which she moved, bee-lining from where she was to where the Lapras was struggling against the pull of the splices on land.
Adelaide was taking her moment to enjoy the sunlight in what fur she did have. Even if it was winter, the semi-warm climate and the sunshine were still relaxing enough. She had little concern over her trainer in the water. Her only worry would come when the transition approached, which would be soon. Guinevere will be able to get her to shore if she's still out there. Arceus knew she didn't want the woman to drown because she momentarily couldn't breathe in water or through oxygen simultaneously. The commotion didn't encourage her to move, even when Thing had been snapped at by the red-haired man. She knew his name, she just...didn't truly care to remember half the time. There was a gentle growl in her throat at the name 'princess'. "Should shove the stick up Mr. PMS's ass over here instead." The words were muttered to herself before she stood. Her footsteps were lazily slow as she padded onto the dock, reaching and grabbing onto the log with her teeth before giving it a firm pull, digging her feet and claws into the wood beneath her.
With an unseen blast of water, the Lapras was forced to the surface once more, and just beneath seemed to momentarily be something to come out of a movie. The long tail unfurled from under the tumultuous waters and within a second it suctioned tight around the blue body. Something akin to a gargled hiss left the mouth of the splice as she delivered a few blows with her head, disorienting their target enough to throw it off balance. To what ability she could, Guinevere began to haul it closer to shore, never once loosening her grip. "This is a heavy fish..." The Pokemon made some comment about one too many pieces of sea kelp for dessert. Alyssia headed toward the struggle without a second thought the moment that Pokeball had come into her palm. Her adapted form led her through the waters easily, keeping the current from tugging her one way or the other. Or perhaps it was because she caught the tail end of his comment. Granted, she guessed she deserved that dog thing after stabbing him, but at that point...well, the score was even enough for the moment. She didn't enjoy getting jumped by every male canine as she turned the corner. She was sure Inferna and Adelaide had come close to murder several times. The ball in her hand was easily extended in the direction of the Lapras, and a moment later, though it was feebly struggling against the grip and yanking, it disappeared in a red light. Three blinks later and everything went calm. "Quite the catch..." She watched Guinevere's tail untangle from the form it had been wrapped around the target, swiveling back into the complex curl it was normally in. "Good. Let's move to shore before your power decides to stop." The swim back towards the shore was calmer, the Pokemon grabbing the small bag that contained a few things on the way; she would come out and get the traps later. The pounding in her head was suddenly intense, her swimming slowed, and the pressure around her throat and chest increased. Her pace in movement, while decreasingly powerful, became quicker and almost frantic to reach solid ground before she choked to death. She couldn't breathe. "Talking."Thinking."Pokemon talking."Tagged: Ezekiel " The Merchant" HarrisNotes: i just kind of. kept writing. and bam. now she's kinda half drowning but shhhhMuse: good Words: 907
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Post by Ezekiel " The Merchant" Harris on Feb 8, 2014 6:09:05 GMT -5
The sonar device he had given ended up useless. It had difficulties telling rock from sea animal. It was useful for a paperweight. No dout that was why his cheap-ass repeat client, who bought things from Pravus, had thrown it in with a previous deal. Ezekiel may have helped Alyssia, from a comfortable boat, if the device had proved useful. Instead, making camp elsewhere and waiting, he had decided to play with patience.
Ezekiel found some splices interesting. They also made him smirk. He loved people that prayed for Pokemon rights sometimes paraded the things around like fashionable coats. Did the idiots not understand what that process did ? How many dead corpses and defects it took to create such a beast? The maroon-haired man was, for the most part, honest about his beliefs. The animals were there to be used. They were no different from cows. It didn’t matter whether it was Arceus or the Meowth rooting in the garbage.
Yelling. Screaming. Sleeping. That was the action in his camp. The constant lack of sanctimonious whining was pleasant. The radio gave out tiny sounds on occasion. A bottle of wine had assisted in keeping him occupied. His Pokemon knew when to be silent—something about her presence just made them misbehave.
The water was too fucking murky! The storm grey eyes, which reflected the choppy waves, had little luck making out shapes beneath the water. All he saw was the changes in color: team to dark red. It was bleeding badly. “Come on, you annoying little bitch.” Whether that was directed at Alyssia, or the Lapras, was difficult to tell.
A shriek. A fin broke the water. White foamed around the waves. “Good. Keep going.” Ezekiel continued to wait upon the shore-line for the conclusion to this battle. It wasn’t really fair to the Lapras; they had set a trap. It had been made with the creature in mind. Just hold it still you worthless bags of bones. Pull. The man did not feel bad about the lack of lifting a finger. The farmer did not pity the oxen; he felt little pity for the splices.
“If your mouthy little ass were mine—“ The man disliked being talked back to. In fact, those who did it too often, sometimes were harshly punished. The animal did finally listen. Turning back to the water, keeping one eye on the treacherous beasts behind him, Ezekiel made the reverse gesture with his fingertips. They would receive no praise; their reward was a lack of punishment—positive reinforcement could get the job done.
The purple brute was truly not built for menial labor. Regardless, flexing his claws as the female appeared, he redoubled his efforts. His eyes shifted in disgust as old salt, algae, and age swept into his sensitive mouth. Regardless, not wishing to be beaten for laziness, he continued to pull back. The wood splintered and cracked beneath his mouth. The rope came with it---it was a heavy sort. Was it fraying in the middle? Pull. Just pull. Thing had to get this past the line in the sand—he could eat then. The collar wouldn’t come back. “Sank, you, Adelay-ide.” The log made it hard to talk. The noise drew a glare.
“Don’t talk about me.” Ezekiel growled the words out between grinding teeth. There was a noise and the beast reemerged from the water. Finally. He watched the towing with disinterest. At least this beast, Guinevere, knew its job.
The woman had deserved it. An eye for an eye. A stabbing for a stabbing. He had always liked being the one taking the eye and the opponent’s knife, in truth. It had pained Ezekiel, while his vengeance was carried out, that he had been forced to sit on the sidelines. But, with his bad arm and the dark-haired woman’s paranoia, it was best to stay out of sight.
He was not going out there.
He watched the woman flail impassively.
She knew how to time her power; it would be stupid not to.
He did not give a fuck about her.
The ability did come in handy.
“Stupid ass bitch..” Muttering all the way, disliking the way moist sand lapped against his boot, Ezekiel moved out into the water. “Get up. Come on.” He had gloves—that was the only reason that, as she lay dying, he offered a hand. “A fucking Sharpedo is going to bite those thighs in half.” Sneering, digging in his bag, he looked at his supplies. Most of it was for resisting a lack of air in water.
“……….have anything in that bag? “ He’d always wanted to play charades with a drowning fish. Mutants were disgusting creatures, sometimes, too.
The harpoon had not disappeared into the water. Thing had been watching with concern as the red-head had flopped onto the shore. His mouth had loosened its grip. The log slipped free.
It was quite a heavy burden to carry.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 15:04:33 GMT -5
She had not bothered with the device. A few of the traps had made successful catches, now in Pokeballs in the bag, various things that could prove worth something. Anything that was particularly useless, she simply let back into the open sea. Besides, the more important catch was suddenly there, waiting to be snatched up as they had intended. It was about damn time, though. The stupid thing had taken its sweet time in getting there, and now it didn't even realized the fate that was in store for it.
Adelaide had no interest in speaking to either of them while she was there, waiting for her trainer to breach the surface, and she did nothing particularly productive simply because he told her to. He was not her master, she would not listen unless she felt like she truly wanted to, which was slim to none. Some part of her pitied the other splice getting screamed at, though. An eyebrow perked; bitch was not the worst thing he had called her trainer.
Guinevere knew what she was doing, as though by instinct, but they had spent three days in the water. It had given her enough time to go over the strengths and weaknesses of a Lapras, enough time to formulate some kind of plan on how she would twist and move in order to get the beast out of the open water and down enough to be captured. She was well aware of what she needed to do and, while not wholly agreeing with the hunting ordeal, she would do it; it wasn't her being chopped up and sold here.
"I'm sure you wish it were." Whether he shot her or not, if a bullet could get past her armor, she would not be the slightest afraid to at the very least take a bite out of the man. He was not her master and she had no reason to listen to him. She only helped for the sake of getting Alyssia out of the water. Her power would not last forever. Adelaide kept her grip on the log tightly, pulling back as hard as she could, digging her claws into the splintering wood.
Adelaide had done her fair share of physical work in her lifetime, and she was sure to keep up a decent physique. The splice tried not to bump into the side of the male beside her as she pulled, not wanting to knock him or herself off balance and lose the log, but she was aware of his fur and the spikes in the armor very close to her side. She heard the words he spoke from between the log and his teeth, and she would not answer with anything but a growl, which increased in volume when the mauve haired man spoke. Narcissist. Thinks everything is about him.
When she had finally managed to get to the shore, she was on all fours, trying to catch her breath, but breathing in the oxygen only made her choke. Minutes passed with coughing and hacking, needing to put the tip of her face in the water occasionally to get some air, but then she couldn't breathe that completely. The transition finished at some point and a few deep breaths of air made everything better than it was, and her blue eyes turned up at him with a bit of a glare, but she took his offered hand and heaved herself to her feet, taking a moment to let her legs stop shaking. She wished a Sharpedo would bite his legs in half.
"Oddly colored Relincanth and a few other things that might be of some monetary value." The wind was beginning to pick up, but she did not cast half a glance at the storm clouds rolling on the horizon. She took the bag from Guinevere and thrust it in his direction so he could look if he wanted before she began further away from the water and towards the steps again, to the little camp so she could dry and dress as they left.
"...We might end up bunking here." She spoke the words to Adelaide as the splice approached her shoulder, she gave the underside of her chin a gentle scratching. "At least you managed to put up with him for the last few days." The splice snorted, making a comment about how she was a few minutes from stealing one of his arms or legs a few times. She only got a small smile in return and a bit of a laugh. "That would be quite the sight to see." She threw the shirt over her head, keeping the shorts on. It was still warm, she would put them on later.
Adelaide cast a glance at Thing for a moment, turning away again to gaze up at the storm off the coast. "That will get bad quickly. We should leave."
Her ears were sensitive, but she could hear thunder in the distance.
"Talking." Thinking.
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Post by Ezekiel " The Merchant" Harris on Mar 22, 2014 2:31:34 GMT -5
Ezekiel took his final opportunity to bask in heaven’s gaze. While the cliff had been unsheltered, wet, and prone to sudden gusts, it had one rare commodity. The camp had been lonely. The fire reluctant to start and punctuated with asthmatic belches. It had been a solitary existence.
Silence; it was simple and blessed silence.. It would not last long. That bitch would appear and start her chattering. Her moaning, griping, and whining would follow on its heels. For a moment, as he held the line, he was tempted to cut it. She could sink with the Lapras. He could return to a time of nothing more than money. The shelled-being could just crush her. It would solve two problems; it would leave him without a prize. Besides, while she was annoying, the woman had her uses. She could stand the ocean’s pressure.
Thing would just keep working. He was clumsy. A bit dense at times, as he was confined to a laboratory, the splice truly tried his best. Fifteen rebelled. It earned him kicks, trips outside as bait, and endless levels of pain. Punishment would end eventually. The spiked collar would snap. His master would discover a belief in the gods—would he finally discover morality. Karmic retribution had to exist. Pull. Pull. Pull. Poor little turtle. He truly felt bad for it. What had it done to deserve it? Words, bitter and cruel, smacked into his ears. The temporary stack in the line, caused by indecision, disappeared. “Yes master.” Play it safe. Soon. When Adelaid redoubled her efforts, and his master sneered at her words, Thing pulled harder.
Sand flew upward from his lashed tail. Silence? Thing himself, with his dark eyes offering a silent apology, fell into silence. He truly did not mean to instigate trouble. Master was just paranoid.
Grey eyes, like the brooding storm clouds above, watched. He did not speak. The laughter, at seeing the bitch brought to her knees, never left his eyes. It was fascinating. This girl could be worth millions—to the right buyer. Ezekiel was not monstrous enough to sell her; it did not stop him from conducting a quick appraisal. “I will make some bullshit device for you next time.” Maybe it could switch its purpose above and below the water? The glare, where eyes narrowed, just drew a sneer. It might be a nice time to drown her. The poacher, when she took his hand, did not shove her in. Instead, wiry muscles bunching, he helped tug her upards. This was a human being—murder needed a reason behind it. “…..acceptable. I suppose.” He rarely gave praise. That bullshit made people soft.
Taking the bag, thumbing through it, he hummed. It was a decent haul. Money began to add up in his head. It was a simple series of catches. He likely could have done better—or not wasted the balls at least. “I have two tents. The animals can sleep outside.” The treasures were slung over his back; some people, seeing his skinniness, might have been shocked thath e could stand, beneath the weight. Eyes drifted doward, below where the shirt was, as the man smirked. The wretched woman has some perks. “So would a rug in that color—not that anyone would buy the hideous thing. The wind began to keen and howl.
Thing vanished into his Pokeball with a bewildered noise. “We should stay.” Why did he say that? It was just the opposite of what animals advised. Then again, beasts had good instincts. Pulling his hood up, as rain began to patter, he followed behind. “The cliff will likely be icy—watch those clumsy feet of yours.” The currents acted oddly around the bone-white stone. “There’s stew.” What was it made from? That was likely, if anyone wanted to eat, left to ignorance.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2014 22:03:31 GMT -5
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The silence beneath the water was lovely all the same, as it likely would've been above the water if she were by herself. The nature could be nice when snarling, infected beasts weren't rampaging around searching for their next susceptible meal. The ocean water, however, was peaceful it seemed at all times. The infection did not spread here, not often at least; it was...pleasant.
Adelaide would growl. She would snarl. The splice only had one owner and she would listen to the commands of only that owner. The only reason she bothered to stand up and help pull on the rope was her pity for the other splice that likely suffered daily beatings. She was rather fond of the purple beast, didn't mind his company, felt a little inclined to be in it more often than not. She preferred his company to that of the red-haired man at least. Not that she had any particular dislike of him other than his general personality. Perhaps if he didn't speak, I would like him more...
She just pulled. Her head was held high by the time they reached the sand.
Alyssia did not want to speak. She honestly hadn't done much of that in the last few days, considering there had not been much need to do so. Genevieve knew what she needed to do and there was little direction going into that. The other half in her lack of voice was the fact that she was choking on a mixture of air and water. “You don't need to. My power can handle itself fine. Transitioning from water to oxygen just happens to be the more...difficult of the set.” It honestly was a rather horrible transition. She could hold her breath long enough for the reverse. She made no comment back to his 'praise'. She had gotten used to the lack of it. She did not pine for his approval in any field.
The woman slipped the long-sleeved shirt back over her head, tight and warm compared to the water and wind that was now making her rather chilly. She pulled the hair sitting around her face into a loose ponytail. “That's fine; Adelaide will probably go back in the ball anyways. Her job is done, she doesn't need to be out.” The Pokeball was then seen in her hand, flashing a bright color and enveloping the splice in red before she disappeared promptly into the small piece of metal. It was tucked away into the small bag that got thrown over her shoulder. “Stay, with that thing chasing after us?” It was a rhetorical question; she did not think it at all wise to remain where the storm would batter the cliff.
She simply shrugged and continued up the cliff steps.
Alyssia's eyes squinted enough to block the rain from them as her feet carried her further up the slippery steps. Her skin was slick against the stone that was being wetted down with the water, slipping back with every few steps she made. She tried to watch it carefully, but it was difficult to even see a little bit as the water blew right into her eyes. “What kind of st--” She didn't even finish the question. Stones came loose beneath her feet with the water, held together by hardened mud, now soft. It was a short fall, maybe three steps, but her leg twisted, and a fierce swear could be heard with the definite crack that came from her ankle.
“Fuck.” She almost scrambled to stand again, but putting weight on her left leg left a hiss to come out from between her lips, “God fucking dammit.” She did not swear all that much in excess, but holy shit, her leg hurt. It was a sharp, throbbing pain that extended almost to her hip. Even touching the stones delicately with her skin caused another bolt of agony to shoot right up through her nerves; it initiated her gag reflex a few times, and she wanted to throw up.
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