User blog comment:SilentRanger/Monster Girl Roleplay/@comment-12.249.147.238-20140409180253/@comment-24376783-20140512224204

Summary of the following month:

The Guardians, along with Mara, Robert, Kīcaṛa, and Deruella, arrived in Lescatie shortly before the sun reached its highest point. The three travelers and the weakened Lilim were taken to the infirmary to be treated and fed. Robert was the first one back on his feet, recovering in just a few days. Mara remained unconscious for longer as she fought off the infection that ravaged her body. Deruella was unconscious for the longest. Due to the lack of spirit energy that her race needed to sustain themselves, she went into a sort of torpor. However, the Liches had developed a way of transferring spirit energy without the need for sex. All they had to do was extract blood from a human donor and put it through a burner. The fumes produced contained massive amounts of spirit energy. They hooked up a tube leading from the vial containing these fumes to a cup that was strapped over Deruella’s nose and mouth.

Present Day:

Kīcaṛa, Mara, and Robert were waiting in the old man’s office. Mara was clicking her heels impatiently as Kīcaṛa started to doze off, dark purple drool hanging from the corner of her mouth. The old man had asked them all to come to his office, yet he was no where to be seen.

“Where the hell is he? Did he forget that he had called us here?” Mara muttered irritably.

Kīcaṛa jerked back awake. “Maybe his age is finally catching up to him,” she giggled, stretching.

Mara gave her a strange look. “What exactly are you trying to stretch?”

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Kīcaṛa stopped mid-stretch. Frowning, she said “Hey. I wasn’t always a Dark Slime you know. It’s just a habit from when I was human. Of course, you wouldn’t know anything about that now would you?”

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);white-space:pre-wrap;">Mara frowned. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”