forum The American Revolution With A Hint Of Magic (Open)
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@ElderGod-Icefire

(Hey Unseelie, I can send the link to this to a few friends of mine so that there are more people to join, if you like? Totally up to you, just wanted to put the offer out there)

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Alright, I'll start and everyone can still get their forms up!

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It was a cold day, as usual, in Valley Forge. Angela had a thin layer of fabric of her shoulders as she headed out of the small infirmary to gather some snow. A soldier had gotten sick and was running a high fever. The only thing Angela could do for him right now was put some snow onto his head and prescribe rest. Low spirits. One of our doctors even left last night…

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Alex was in the infirmary to help with telling which soldiers needed the most help. Which ones were within 24 hours of death. Of course, this had a tendency to freak out the other soldiers, who looked at him sideways, eyes narrowed. So he sat in the corner, fingers tapping out a rhythmless beat on his leg, mouthing "one two three" over and over and over.

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Amelia was hungry and she hated it. Ignoring the twinge in her throat was particularly easy, but she'd been ignoring it for too long now. She hadn't wanted to feed on any of the soldiers, but she was running out of options. Striding purposefully towards the infirmary, Amelia spotted Angela. "Thank the souls." She muttered, turning slightly to intersect the other woman. Blood was blood, and Angela already knew what she was. Amelia hated to beg the poor healer, but times were rough.

"Angela." She said softly, touching the woman's shoulder in order to not startle her.

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Angela turned, smiling softly. "Miss Amelia. How are you?" She asked, tilting her head as she pulled her shawl over her shoulders more. Her eyes examined the woman's posture and face, eyes softening. "Are you alright, dear?"

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Alex stood, his eyes flicking to the two women. He debated whether he should go over and tell Angela that Lieutenant Derry was dying, now, the translucent, half-formed shape of his ghost lying in the shape of his sick form. He couldn't describe what the ghosts looked like, when still attached to the living. He frowned a little, still mouthing "one two three" to himself. He disliked the dark room, with the close walls and the stench of the sick, but it was warmer than outside was.

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"Do you remember what I asked you for a few weeks ago?" Amelia shifted slightly on her feet. She hated asking for more blood, but sure Angela would understand that she was only asking because she didn't want to hurt any of the young men fighting. "Unfortunately, I will require….more."

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Angela nodded and thought for a moment. "We had a man die earlier in the day, will that be alright? The body still should be fresh." She offered. "The man died of starvation, so nothing sick." Angela leaned down and picked up a small handful of snow for the fever of someone in the infirmary.