Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161103222724

Blanc didn't know what to say as Nobel bolted out of the room. A lot of what he said didn't make sense to her, and what did make sense she was still trying to piece together. As she rose of her chair to follow him, a thought stopped her.

"I wonder...was he the one Decade was talking about?" she asked herself. Instead of following, Blanc instead reached over her shoulder and pressed a small release hatch that locked her storage unit to her back. The backpack-like device fell into her waiting arms, and upon opening it she began rummaging around inside.

"Where is it...where is it...aha! Found it!" she exclaimed, pulling out a small paper-wrapped package from the depths of the storage unit. She began tearing away the protective packaging, until finally she revealed what she was looking for - a small, expensive-looking glass vial. It was so small it could pairly contain a single mouthful of liquid, and yet its contents were clearly extremely valuable.

Blanc thought back to a distant memory, one she shared with Decade alone. She remembered him telling her his plans for the contents of the vial - about how he had been running tests on the strange liquid, to see if its mystical properties were indeed a reality. She remembered him mentioning how he intended to give it to someone as a parting gift, but he never said who. Eventually he gave it to her for safekeeping, only to use in an emergency. But now, she figured she'd found somebody who could put it to much better use.

Holding the vial up to the light, she examined the dark, murky red liquid inside. It was like syrup when she sloshed it around, but when she did it fizzed and spat like magma. Even through the glass, she could feel its heat. As she stared at it, though, she wondered whether its contents would suffice.

Shoving those thoughts aside, Blanc turned and pushed open the door to the cargo bay. Nobel stood with his back to her, so she could see none of his features except for his hair - white, but not natural like hers. Worried that he might lash out at her, she approached him slowly and carefully, making her presence known by not concealing her footsteps.

"Medicus? Are you alright?" she asked slowly, as she shuffled forward. "I brought you something. I thought you might be interested in it - you know, because you're a doctor and all."

When Nobel did not immediately respond, she continued talking.

"A long time ago, Diaboli went on an adventure. Like in the stories, you know? Before he met me. He was looking for the Red Well - have you heard of it? It's supposed to be a magical fountain that possesses supernatural healing abilities. I didn't believe him when he said he found it, but...he was clearly taking it seriously. He brought some back with him, and even used it on himself - I think he'd been testing it, just to see if it was safe before he gave it to someone."

Blanc held out the vial.

"...I think that someone is you, Mr Nobel. I won't blame you for laughing at me, or throwing it away but...I think it's something Decade wanted you to have. I don't think it's finished yet, but I figure he was always intending for you to complete it."

Blanc set the vial down on the ground, barely a metre away from Nobel's feet, before turning and retreating back into the cockpit. Before she left, however, she glanced at him over his shoulder.

"I hope she gets better - whoever you're worrying about." She finished, before closing and locking the door behind her, leaving the Doctor alone with his thoughts.