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Post by Shinra Kishitani on Sept 29, 2011 22:15:49 GMT -4
"Memories?" He paused, contemplating. "Memories are complicated. It depends on if it was a memory charm, or something caused by trauma. There are lots of things that could cause someone to forget, and maybe it's not always best that they remember." Seeming to realize that he'd suddenly gone all philosophical, he shook his head, chuckling, and got to his feet. "I'm almost done." He went to a shelf and began sorting through small colored vials of potions.
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Post by Rita Mordio on Sept 29, 2011 22:22:58 GMT -4
Rita pouted, not really liking the answer she heard. "Well I just want to know how I winded up in the forest. That's all." That really was the only reason she came here. "It's only that bit of memory I'm missing, so it was probably a memory charm."
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Post by Shinra Kishitani on Sept 29, 2011 22:26:39 GMT -4
"Memory charms can be broken," he explained, selecting a small potion bottle and bringing it over to her. The contents were a dark red-violet, and there was a label on the front in hasty handwriting. "This is for your bruises," he explained, measuring out a few drops into a tiny metal cup.
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Post by Rita Mordio on Sept 29, 2011 22:31:48 GMT -4
She watched from her seat as he poured the unappealing liquid into a metal cup, not really wanting to sample it. "How?"
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Post by Shinra Kishitani on Sept 29, 2011 22:35:00 GMT -4
"Torture," he replied cheerfully, and held out the cup. "Drink up!"
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Post by Rita Mordio on Sept 30, 2011 8:29:27 GMT -4
Rita blinked at him a few times, before taking the cup. "I could very well spit this in your face you know,"
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Post by Shinra Kishitani on Sept 30, 2011 11:32:48 GMT -4
"You could," he acknowledged happily, "but that wouldn't heal your bruising." He gestured at the cup again, encouraging her to drink it.
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Post by Rita Mordio on Sept 30, 2011 15:00:39 GMT -4
Mumbling frustrations to herself, she begrudgingly drank the dark liquid.
Eugh,
Her face twisted in disdain as she forced it down, reminding herself to wash her mouth out later, the taste not seeming like it would go away soon. Ironically, even if she didn't want to, she probably would have spat it back up at the doctor all things considered.
"Is there any other option?" She asked annoyed, after a few coughs.
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Post by Shinra Kishitani on Sept 30, 2011 15:43:37 GMT -4
Holding out his hand for the cup, Shinra shook his head. "Not one that's ever worked." She seemed stubborn; he didn't expect her to back down from this. "Besides,what if whoever worked the charm was trying to protect you?"
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Post by Rita Mordio on Sept 30, 2011 16:21:43 GMT -4
"I highly doubt whoever charmed me would be trying to protect me if they dumped me in the middle of a wolf infested forest," She said, handing the cup back to him.
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Post by Shinra Kishitani on Sept 30, 2011 23:51:11 GMT -4
"Maybe, maybe," he agreed with a chuckle, restoring it to it's original place. "Your bruises should be gone within the hour.
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Post by Rita Mordio on Oct 2, 2011 16:32:04 GMT -4
"So..." Rita leaned back in the chair and made herself more comfortable, resting her head on her hand. "What kind of torture are we talking here?"
She was mostly kidding, but depending on his answer, she figured there was a chance she might be able to handle it.
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Post by Shinra Kishitani on Oct 2, 2011 17:41:04 GMT -4
"It's not something that's legal, you understand." Shinra didn't seem particularly perturbed by her answer. He wandered around his desk, pulled out his chair, and collapsed into it comfortably. With both elbows on the table, he leaned forward, continuing, "I believe the cruciatus curse is standard."
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Post by Rita Mordio on Oct 17, 2011 13:34:49 GMT -4
Her apathetic expression flinched for a split second and she brought her hand to her head, rubbing her forehead trying to come up with another solution. "No other option? At all? What so ever?"
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Post by Shinra Kishitani on Oct 17, 2011 17:14:40 GMT -4
"No, that's the only thing that's ever worked." Though his smile was casual, he studied her face, trying to figure out if she was seriously considering this. Was she really that worried about what had happened?
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