Malakai looked irritated. He had given the "boy" so many chances, looked past so many of his muck-ups, but this was the final straw. He shook ihs head slowly, thinking of some way to push Blackstone upon his return when Rhian called to him. He thought it strange that she used his first name but perhaps she was just becoming more comfortable around him. He turned to face her, glancing at the xpression on her face, then down towards Sylvia once the words she spoke had sunk in. "What?!"
He crossed the room in two strides, instantly standing at Sylvia's side. His hand went to her neck, pressing his fingers there to check for a pulse. She was still breathing but her heart rate seemed to be slowing to an alarming rate. He rushed to the door, throwing it open in one quick motion. "GET ME FIZZLE NOW!" He roared into the night towards the men still watching over the house causing them to flinch.
He wasted no time in rushing back into the house towards Sylvia. "I need to get her to Fizzle, he's studied the poison, if there's a way to cure it, he'll have it." He was careful when scooping her up, even in the situation at hand, he didn't want to..improperly touch her though it was quite difficult given her proportions. "Hold on, Sylvia..just hold on, I'll get you some help." He whispered down to her as he carried her from the house.
Malakai paused, glancing back in at Rhian. "See what you can find, there's got to be something there, they're not getting away with this one!" Then he was gone, running up the street back towards the Watch House.
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Blackstone glanced nervously at the Kaldorei that had approached him. "I just have something from a friend, what are you stopping me for?! Can't you see the badge, I'm with the Watch, the Stormwind Watch! Corporal Blackstone is the name and I know the Watch Commander personally, this is a gift..from him! I'm not going back to tell him I failed, so you just.get your long-earred self out of my way!"
He struggled to break free, taking a few steps back and fixing the woman with a glare. "What's in here is none of your concern, SI:7 or not. You don't have any cause to search me, I know the rules!" Her seduction was hardly going to work on him, Sylvia was waiting back at Malakai's, she was all he would ever need. With that in mind, he took another step forward, clutching the package to his chest like a newborn babe. "Now then, out of my way!"
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"Commander, there's..nothing I can do. The poison is potent, if I had been there when she was attacked, I might have remedied it, but it's too late now. She's passed, Light help her."
Malakai stood stunned, glancing over the Gnome to Sylvia laying on one of the desks in the Watch House. Papers were strewn all about the floor in their haste to get her in place so Fizzle could examine her. She looked so peaceful, as if she was just having a light nap. He walked to her, placing a hand to her throat, feeling for a pulse he knew wasn't there. "I'm..so sorry Sylvia. You trusted me, your life was in my hands..and I failed you."
"Sir, it's not your fault..We're being worked to the bone on this case, we wouldn't get anything done if you sat with her the entire time. "
He tuned it out, hearing only the sound of Sylvia's laughter, her smile, the touch of her lips on his cheek. It was no more, she was gone. His head shook slowly as he moved from the desk heading towards the exit. "Find Blackstone, arrest him for the murder of Sylvia Grayson."
"Sir..you, don't believe he had anything to do with it?"
"He left her to be killed, abandoned his post. He should know better, one of my officers should know better! He may not be directly responsible but her blood is on his hands as much as mine." Then he turned and left.
He wandered for a time, just walking the streets, completely oblivious to all the going ons about him. Eventually, he made it back to his house, standing outside the door before finally entering. What would Rhian think of him now?
"She's gone, Rhian. They got her." He sighed, moving to seat himself at the table. This was a side he didn't want anyone to see, the failure.