A Loss of Words (Genna)

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A Loss of Words (Genna)

Wed Oct 30, 2019 2:51 am

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The Healer was in one of the storage rooms of the Order of Adunih, main branch. She was in there with a few other green cloaks, processing a wide variety of herbs, either dried or fresh, so as to be used in a variety of medicines. The Healer was having a bit more difficulty than her counterparts. She was struggling to wield the knife in her hand. Her focus on maintaining her solid form was difficult. Her fingers didn't feel like muscle and bone to her, but more like... flabby flesh. They were the right shape, and moved the right way, but the texture of them was off. She just couldn't make them... hard enough.

So the knife kept slipping from her hand. And each time it did, she swore. She pressed the knife beneath the leaf, to cut it free from the stem. Only the leaves were needed. The knife fell from her hand again, and she slammed her hands down on the table. They should have made a loud sound but she lost her focus and her hands passed right through the table. She snarled in her frustration. The other green cloaks were doing their best to do their work as quickly as possible, ignoring the ghost healer, so that they could be gone from her presence.

The Healer walked around to the other side of the table, to pick up the knife, having bounced away on the floor. She knelt down, to pick it up again by the handle. She was biting her lip as she reached forward, fumbling with it, scooting it around in the dust. She reached out quick as a snake at it, and managed to grasp it. She moved to stand up, bumping the knife in the bottom of the table, dropping it again.

And it was the final straw.

She collapsed in a heap, against a basket of dried herb branches, and began to cry. It was too hard. Hunting, stalking, surviving in the wild, all of that was easy for her. She'd known all that since she was a child. But trying to become a healer, in death. Trying to become a healer when she was also a single mother. Trying to become a healer when she constantly couldn't feel the things that made people want to live. It became too much. And so she sobbed into her knees.

And while she cried, she failed to notice the panic setting in on the other green cloaks in the room. They were attempting to talk to each other, but were finding that no words could come out. Their mouths moved, their minds worked, but there was no sound, at all. Not even the sound of breathing, though it was clear they were. And it was something that was happening around the entire building. Patients, healers, random passersby who got too close to the doors or windows would find themselves inflicted with this loss of speech. Moving away from the Order did not seem to cause any immediate change.

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Re: A Loss of Words (Genna)

Fri Nov 08, 2019 11:59 pm

Genna was in the library at this time looking for some resources on children’s development, specifically on male development. As a female she was aware of how they developed especially since her mother had been dead at the time so her sister and herself had to figure it out throw their own research. Thought Genna has already grab a text on Biqaj’s female development. With boys she had a vague idea but with none having been in the house when she grew up it was vague but with a number of boys on the verge of manhood in the orphanage she figured it was time to figure out what to expect.

She was standing in the library browsing holding the one book she had found so far with her eyes traveling across each spines of the s before her. It was then that she heard someone crying near by. The blue cloak paused in her scanning and when the crying continued she left the library still holding in her hands the book.

She paused in the main hall and identified the sound from one of the work rooms. She walked into complete chaos. There were a number of green robes in the room preparing herbs to be stored and used. That was unusual it was the fact none of them was working. On was draped over a basket of branches crying but the rest of the room was completely silent, but very active. Adiya would have thought it was a bad game of charades but for the fact that it was clear the women were trying to talk, and nothing was happening.

Gennadiya went to speak but found that she couldn’t make any sound either. Instead of freaking out the healer paused and thought about it. She had been able to talk earlier even though she couldn’t know. The practical woman didn’t waste time in shock. She was actually more annoyed. Instead she stepped out of the room and went to find some chalk and a portable chalk board. She returned a few moments later and found the chaos hadn’t diminished, and in fact had spread.

Gennadiya approached the crying woman before she did anything else wondering why she was able to make noise. She knelt down and put a hand on the woman’s back to try and get her attention. There were many things to take care of, but maybe this woman who seemed to be able to talk could help.
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Re: A Loss of Words (Genna)

Tue Mar 24, 2020 10:43 am

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Through her tears and arms, the Healer saw a figure before her. She raised her head, peering over the tops of her crossed arms, seeing that it was Gennadiya. She knew of the woman, having seen her around the Order here, knew she was one of them. But they'd never spent any time together, not anything meaningful at least. The woman had placed a comforting hand on the Healer's back, and comfort it did provide. She could feel the hand. Clearly. Somehow, in her crying, in her emotional state, she'd managed to keep a more focused form, enough so that Genna was able to lay a hand upon her.

The Healer wiped away her spectral tears, looking up at Genna, smiling softly. In Xanthean, "Thank you, Gennadiya." The Healer could see a bunch of movement going on behind Genna, and she leaned to the side to get a better look around the woman. She saw people panicking, trying to speak, holding their throats or mouths, but no noise was being made. This caused a single eyebrow to be raised by the ghost. She leaned back into Genna's field of vision, and in Common, "What they doing?"

She stood up, picking up her basket as she went, looking out the door into the hall, seeing that whatever was going on, it was happening out there too. "They no speak. I speak..." Her eyes traveled down to the chalkboard that Genna was carrying. She shook her head, "I no read. No read Common, no read Xanthean." She set the basket of herbs aside, seeing that Genna was not panicking, and seemed to basically be alone in that. Communicating would be... difficult. There was only so much that could be achieved through pantomiming. But they would need to establish some sort of system, and work together on this.

And for the first question, "We calm Order, yes? Panic herd make stampede."

Which was much easier said than done. The Healer had never been good at calming anyone in life. Well, except for her baby. She smiled at the thought of her baby, and in doing so, her spectral cloak disappeared, and her stomach and breasts enlarged as the Mother took over. She moved over toward the closest healer, one of the ones that had been cutting herbs earlier. Just as Genna had done with her, the Mother placed a hand on the woman's back, to calm her like she would her child. She cooed softly, "Easy.... breathe. You no talk. I talk. Slow. Breathe. Be calm, we are Order." She gently turned the woman to face her, to make her look into her eyes, as she smiled. "All be well. We find wrong. We fix. Together. Yes?"

The woman began to calm, nodding several times as she got her breathing under control. "You help calm others. Me and Gennadiya find wrong. Order must be calm. Must be strong." The woman nodded, and moved over toward the next healer, to begin the process. The Mother shifted back into the Healer as she turned to face Gennadiya, "What do now?"
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Re: A Loss of Words (Genna)

Mon May 04, 2020 10:36 pm

Now that Genna could see the woman’s face she recognize her as Qit’ria, Faith’s sister and Oonah’s close friend. The young healer, wasn’t particularly close to the woman, but she did know that the woman was a ghost. The healer placed that piece into the puzzle. The ghost was un affected so that strongly supported a physical cause to this silences, and once that affected the physical body. Despite her mind working already on the problem Genna stayed focused on the issue at hand. The sapphire eyed healers gaze was concerned, but neither demanded an answer or rejected talking if that was needed.

The chaos in the room won over though. Everyone was running around like crazy people and that drew the ghost attention past Genna’s concerned expression. The Lysorian woman turned her attention to everything that was going on in the room. Qit’ria was quick to perceive what was going on. She was also apparently understood the point of the chalk board but couldn’t read so at this in this part she couldn’t talk that way.

The two calm woman then moved on to help calm other woman. While Qit’ria calmed on green cloak, Genna moved onto another. She could speak so her approach was very direct as she wrapped the woman into a hug and held her as the panic took its course. It took a moment longer then Qit’ria tactic, but having no words did make things difficult.

Once the green cloak was calmed down Genna brought her over to Qit’ria who was directing the other green cloak to help calm the others. That was a good move and Genna nodded and smiled in agreement. When Qit’ria asked about what to do next Genna actually had a couple answers. She drew a crude map of the clinic and then put a star in the room they were in. Then drew circles outwards. Then she indicated to them and then her throat which now didn’t work, and then indicated to the circles trying to say they need to figure out how far were people affected.

She paused at that thought and then raised her finger to indicate wait. She then turned to the green cloak she had quieted down, and on the chalk board wrote. ‘I want to feel your throat to see if anything feels different.’ The other nodded her head, and Genna began to feel along the woman’s throat where the voice box was. Genna was careful to feel her throat, but she wasn’t timid about she needed to know if there was any swelling or such in the area in questions. It wouldn’t tell her what was causing it, but how it was causing it.
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