el'Nynaeve ti al'Meara Mandragoran (
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ways_infirmary2016-11-15 05:21 pm
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For Dave Strider and Dave Strider
Nynaeve is taking this time in the infirmary to portion out and label more of her simples, tisanes, and poultices for general use.
Her hair -- shorn now to her shoulders -- is pinned up, and she wears a yellow-fringed shawl on her shoulders.
" -- for headache," she mutters to herself, writing down dosage instructions in neat, even letters. "One cup at need, no longer than a week."
Her hair -- shorn now to her shoulders -- is pinned up, and she wears a yellow-fringed shawl on her shoulders.
" -- for headache," she mutters to herself, writing down dosage instructions in neat, even letters. "One cup at need, no longer than a week."
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"how long was he actually around"
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"you die on your quest bed to go god tier in the game. you get resurrected along with a bonus prize of a sweet pair of pajamas that compliment your classpect i think mine really bring out my eyes you know
"and after that you're mostly immortal except under circumstances where you're doing heroic shit or you deserve it then you're dead again but this time it's perma-dead. otherwise you just come back like a bad penny who's been hoarding extra life mushrooms for a rainy day. and then hallelujah it's raining daves"
"got it"
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"getting out is the hard part it just sucks you further back like some asshole trying to get the last of his special edition shamrock shake up through a straw that's too small"
He shakes his head. "anyway yeah that makes it harder to kick the bucket"
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