Topic: Vina Reis

Maranya Valkonan

Date: 2009-06-02 11:43 EST
Maranya did not cry when she left the Isle.

Maranya did not cry when she walked to her carriage.

Maranya did not cry when the carriage took her back home to the Palazzo.

Maranya did not cry when she wandered the halls on the way to the bedroom that she shared with Antonio.

When Maranya shed her garments in preparation for sleep, then, then is when the tears, bitter, salty tears, fell. The kind of tears that made her hazel eyes redden and puff up horribly. The kind of tears that choked her throat as surely as a hand might.

She sank to her knees, physically and emotionally drained. Her long dark blond hair, loosened from its customary braid, curtained her tear streaked face from view as she shook with her sobs.

Memories tore into her from all sides, ripping her apart mentally as surely as Kita's claws had done so physically a little over a week ago?.

Maranya Valkonan

Date: 2009-06-02 11:48 EST
The call the Chief of Staff at Riverview Clinic had received in the twilight of Monday morning from her Head of Forensics, bookended by one from Spider. Both calls informed her of the brutal attack on Mira in their individual ways. Her haphazard dressing in the first thing to come to hand. Then, a mad rush to the Clinic to See the situation for herself.

Nothing.

Maranya stared in open disbelief at the reports that came in from the labs. They had to be impossible. Each and every report claimed that nothing could be found. Yet, something was obviously acting like an aggressive biotoxin, devouring healthy flesh, and leaving blackened, necrotic tissue in its wake.

The bioscanners we have here are so sensitive that they can analyze the chemical composition of flea flatulence down to a tenth of a micron, yet they can't find out what?s killing Mira.

Sheer frustration twisted her features as she perused the printouts yet again.

It's not magical in origin, because I would See that. I can't even See the source of the Wrongness, yet it is there. Again, impossible.

The fingertips of her platinum and emerald ringed left hand rubbed at the bridge of her nose stubbornly, in a futile attempt to dislodge the solid nodule of pain just under the skin, the after-effect of pushing her Talents well past their limits, even with the use of her Focus.

From what Pathology has said, according to the computer records, nothing like this pathogen has ever come up for treatment in the history of Riverview.

The rest of Maranya's day at the Clinic was spent in constant contact with both the labs and the staff inside Mira's isolation room. When she left for the evening, she left word with them that she was to be paged with any changes in the patient's status and or further information on what was, in effect, mysteriously killing an otherwise healthy young human woman.

Maranya Valkonan

Date: 2009-06-02 11:52 EST
Later that night, Maranya tried to focus her sheer frustration and helplessness in the safest way she knew, namely by using her fists to pummel her opponents in the Outback. It had worked, too, for a time, as it gained her a brutal, if close, victory over Salvador on the treacherous planks of the infamous Styx "ring".

But, while she waited for their rematch, she heard snippets of the conversations down below. Guilt, frustration, and anger at the situation with Mira started to eat at her again, and she paced the boards to try to dispel those emotions. Unfortunately, her lack of focus due to emotional overload not only cost her another victory, but she almost tumbled from the crossed planks to the ground fifteen feet below them as a result of near fatal miscalculations on her part during the match. Salvador had to help her down from the ring because she broke down and sobbed as the full weight of guilt, frustration, and anger landed squarely upon her bare shoulders.

Those emotions only multiplied inside of Maranya as she related the details of Mira's condition to those members of BCU present on the Isle later in the evening. Not an empath, she nevertheless sensed each and every look her way, and felt them silently accuse her of not doing everything that she could to help the young woman.

Maranya Valkonan

Date: 2009-06-02 11:57 EST
Faint, plaintive whimpers escaped from Maranya's lips as the torrent of emotion charged memories finally subsided, to leave her spent in a heap on the bedroom floor.

Finally, she rose, and padded barefoot on wobbly legs that supported her just long enough for her to reach the bed, and the sanctuary of the raven haired man's arms there. Then she surrendered at last to fitful slumber.