(Copied and pasted from the OOC thread:
Jessie will be using a scroll to resurrect James, which will obviously be expensive and result in drastically reduced pay if not no pay at all. Ordinarily, Zea as well as other party members might wish to watch as this procedure takes place, but Jessie denies permission for unexplained Jessie reasons.
Jessie will also dispell Zea's kittenhood himself, since it's not really that big a deal, apparently.
Jessie will then drop the party off in the castle library using one of his crazy fucking omnipotent card dealies. He's a busy man, and not much for small talk as we all know. Not much hope for conversation with him unless he decides he needs us again in the future.
Beyond all of this, I'd like to RP the aftermath of this starting in the castle library and actually resolve it. Then we can just go ahead and board RP until people split up and go their separate ways for now.)
After Jessie left them in the library, Zea looked around her to inspect her current colleagues. It was safe to anticipate that there would be more trouble between James and Bulworth, as neither one could seem to keep from pestering the other. Zea was not in the mood to break up any fights, and while James was breathing and conscious, that was about all one could say for him. As much as Zea was willing to admit James could probably benefit from the consequences of teasing a minotaur, this was hardly an appropriate time.
As if to compound the situation, her catnip buzz had worn off a mere matter of minutes after she'd been returned to her normal form. Her wide-eyed amazement with all of creation had been a worthwhile diversion, but most of that was gone now. What was left was more accurately professional curiosity than a leftover from being a kitten. She had so many questions for James, but now wasn't really the best time for that either. Not until James was feeling better at least. Zea hoped desperately that it wouldn't fall to her to help anyone else. It was true that she was capable of healing the injuries of others. It was true that in certain cases she might even be willing to do it. Now was definitely not one of those times.
"Anyone here going to be able to pass around some healing spells? I'm fine but I know that you guys weren't having the best time of it."
Zea had not actually been injured in the fight, but there was a limit to how guilty she could feel abou that. Her recent invasion by the lingering spirits of the dead had left her shaken. It was a frightening part of her childhood that always came back to bite her in the ass when she least expected it. She hadn't gotten a chance to ask James what his experience with death had been like, and more importantly, how the hell he'd known she would be able to hear him. Maybe if she knew that she'd have a better idea of why the dead constantly seemed to crowd around her like thousands of insects around a single light source.
Edited by: [url=http://p068.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=kai@rpgww60462>Kai</A] at: 3/10/06 9:53