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| [Graded]Sorry to Drop in; Snow and Mago | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 9 2016, 02:25 AM (431 Views) | |
| 司 Potato | Apr 9 2016, 02:25 AM Post #1 |
Crème de la Kremlin
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Who would of thought that a simple transportation mission could go so wrong. And in Poinsettia of all places? They should of known it was a trap. The employer had only given a rather shady nick name for them to identify him as, but that wasn't abnormal in their line of business. The oddest part of the mission was that it was given by somebody who lived in Poinsettia.... that had to be like the last place any criminal would reside, after all it was a town full of hippies. Mago had been to Poinsettia quite a few times, after all it was essentially Trillium's sister city. The two cities were a short trip away and a lot of the tourist traffic Trillium got consisted of people from that city. Mago also knew a lot of people from his city that would go up to Poinsettia for festivals and what not, which made sense since Raven Tail rarely put on anything that was fun for the whole family. Trillium was a city of sin, and Poinsettia was the opposite. This place was PG, the guild here was a peaceful one.... Trillium was R, and so was it's guild. Though admittedly it wasn't the worst place to live, what with the hard to find black market goods that were common place in farmers markets..... that tended to happen when the mafia owned the whole city. Anyway after leaving the R rated city to deliver a package full of contents that were not disclosed to Mago. It was obviously something illegal but not something dangerous enough to warrant an full smuggling crew, just Mago and Fukumura were enough. They made their way to Poinsettia and it took them whatever day light they had left just to find the drop off point. Upon arrival at said point they were ambushed by that crazy bastard Savio. They had found themselves caught in a sting operation and Savio was the leader. The guy was some big hat in the knights anti gang unit, and had been chasing Royal Flush for awhile. Needless to say things quickly went south. After a rather violent but short confrontation Mago and Fukumura managed to get away, but not unscathed. One of the knights had run Mago through with their sword while trying to stab Fukumura... he had jumped in front of the blade. Needless to say Mago was not doing well, Fukumura had practically carried him away from the battle field... they needed somewhere to lay low and the boy could only think of one place. The Lavender Dog. He had stayed at the inn once before when his class had taken a trip to the Blue Pegasus guild. He was glad the night life on a weekday in Poinsettia was not like it was in Trillium, else he would of been arrested for sure. He had one of Mago's arms slung over his shoulder and was trying his best not to drop his barely conscious friend. Blood dripped from Mago's lower torso, where he had been stabbed, and he was pale. For the first time since Fukumura had met the guy he was hot, but in an abnormal way. He usually ran at feverish temperatures as a byproduct of his magic but this time he actually had a fever.... which made his temperature spike ridiculously high. Well maybe it was a fever, probably just what happened to people when they got stabbed in the stomach. Drenched in blood Fukumura finally made it to the inn, where he opened the door rather urgently and dragged the half dead King of Diamonds in. He was panting hard, drenched in another mans blood and his own sweat. He had no idea if the knights had followed them but he was hoping that they hadn't.... it'd be problematic if they had. He used the little strength he had left to drag Mago across the tavern floor, blood leaving whoever came in after them a nice red carpet. "h-help..." Fukumura said weakly, obviously the center of attention now. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Apr 9 2016, 03:17 AM Post #2 |
Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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On any normal night, Snow would have already been in bed. She was more than a little used to goimg to bed early and rising early as it were. Tonight was a little different. She was, after all, one of those strange creatures who walked the border of worlds. Her inner wolf was impaitent tonight, and so she sat on her bar, looking around at the place she had so recently bought. It was neat and tidy. The bottle of whiskey which sat beside her had been nursed enough that a quarter of the dark brown contents were missing. She had been relaxed when keen ears picked up on the whistling of the Knight's Watch somewhere to the east. She didn't have any reason to be nervous. She was, as usual, a well behaved and to all intents and purposes, a well respected new businesswoman here in Poinsettia. Just the same, that little annoying feeling had set up in the back of her skull. That one which reminded her, oh so clearly, that she had never had a normal day since she had returned to civilization and this one wasn't likely to be an exception. The sounds of the watch whistles grew closer and then more distant again as the night drew on, closing in on midnight. She had forgotten the bottle altogether, and was simply waiting, as people did sometimes, when some great change was about to occur and intuition told them to be still and wait for the moment to find them. It didn't take long after that. She heard the dragging sound, the labored breathing just outside her inn door. She was on the other side of the counter as the door slung open and admitted two unintended guests. One had dark red hair, though his face was momentarily hidden. The smaller person who supported him had the look of a child. He asked for help, in a small weak voice. They both stunk of sweat. Rivulets of blood escaped the red head as though it were all trying to escape him at once. Which, she noted detachedly, it would if he stayed in his current position. Her keen hearing picked up the sound of Knight's whistles on their way down the road. Without some quick thinking, and her possibly accepting them on the spot, they would be screwed. If she didn't clean up the blood trail which had no doubt been left behind and lead right to her door, she would be in deep shut herself. It was a heartbeat of hesitation before she made the choice. She pressed a button under the bar and two large men trundled down the stairs half asleep. "Go clean up Jon. Andy, distraction. Head west." These instructions were given quickly, with no doubt they would be carried out immediately. "Circle around. You saw nothing. No one came in here tonight." Each man nodded, grim looks on their faces, and moved to carry out their mistress' orders. Snow moved over to the boy and hefted the man. It would have been painful, but she was nearly certain he was less than awake. She carried him up stairs to a secret room accessed through a hidden pannel in the upper hallway. She motioned for the boy to follow. All her tools were ready there, and she began to cut away the bloodied shirt and set to work as the whistles moved westward. |
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| 司 Potato | Apr 9 2016, 03:52 AM Post #3 |
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Crème de la Kremlin
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The inn keeper, bar tender, whatever the black haired lady was.... she was quick to act. She sent people out to do something... probably distract whatever knights were on their tail. She quickly took Mago from Fukumura and took him into her every own batcave.... which would of been awesome if Mago wasn't about to die. Fukumura followed her into the secret room and watched as she began to undress Mago..... for once he had no jokes to tell, no wise crack or pun... nothing. Not even one of his half-assed attempts to antagonize Mago. He was still trying to come to grips with what exactly had happened.... it was so fast, so sudden. He wasn't expecting to see combat.... it had never even crossed his mind. Fukumura had seen a lot in the months since joining Raven Tail, he'd fought some rather tough opponents and met some..... interesting people. But all of his strife and toil up to here seemed pointless, during the fight against the knights they were out classed. The knights had everything on their side, surprise, gear, they were even better fighters then Fukumura. Mago had managed to deal with a few of them, but it was the first time Fukumura had ever really seen the guy look worried. Without armor and swords they had a hard time and even with magic they were barely holding their own. Fukumura was trying his best to stay alive when he left him self open. Mago managed to spare the white haired mage.... and knock both of them out of a second story window and onto the streets..... leaving a small present for the knights. Even when he was bleeding out, even when he was the one who needed help the most he was helping Fukumura. The white haired mage couldn't help but think that this was all his fault. To make things worse he was now leaving Mago's health to a complete stranger who.... was probably used to stuff like this. Fukumura didn't know who she was but she didn't seem all too confused when they had walked through the door.... and she knew what to do. "Uh.... sorry about this?" Fukumura said, trying to find the right words. It was just too awkward.... but that feeling was trumped by just how dire the situation was. "SO uh if he seems abnormally hot just ignore it....." Fukumura said, trying to help out some how. He paced back and forth, his hands unable to stay still. He was glad that the lady hadn't freaked out and started asking about who they were and stuff..... it was gonna be a long night if she mistook him for Ryo Hasaki and decided to call the knights or whatever. Fukumura had been prepared for that and was ready to tornado kick anybody at the drop of a dime... looks like he wouldn't have to. Mago had turned pale and temporarily regained consciousness. His body hurt like hell but at the same time he felt numb.... he tried to say something but couldn't find the strength too. He looked at Snow and then fell unconscious once again, he had been in and out for awhile now. As the black haired lady continued to work Fukumura looked to see what exactly was happening. "So uh.... is he gonna die or what..." |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Apr 10 2016, 02:21 AM Post #4 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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Snow worked quickly, and mostly in silence. She saw the eyelids flutter a few times, but there was too much blood loss for him to actually come to. That was something of a blessing in disguise if one considered it carefully. It wasn't as if being conscious whilst Snow worked on the gaping wound would actually be helpful to anyone. She didn't pay much attention to the young one who hovered close by except to remind him that he should shut the door. The wound was already starting to stop bleeding. Not actually a good sign in this particular instance. When the boy mentioned the red head being unusually hot Snow checked for a fever. There was none, and she smiled a bit at the boy. "He's not hot. No fever at all. Of course, he's not got enough blood left in him for there to be a fever really." The attempt at a reassuring smile vanished and she rolled up the long sleeves of her shirt. It was simple, for those who knew how. She administered a good amout of anaesthesia around the wound's opening in the form of a salve. After that, she pulled out a needle and thread. The thread was a little special, but no need to get into that. Instead, she made sure to pay attention to what she was doing. Cleaning the wound was also easy. She just hoped once she sewed him up, everything would heal properly inside. It seemed as though he were rather lucky in her own estimation, though she wouldn't say that aloud for now. She didn't want to give the boy false hopes. They could be just as fatal as any wound with a sword after all. She worked in silence, ignoring any further comments from the boy. After all, she had no idea if this was his friend, brother, father, cousin, or uncle. It wasn't as though she were doing it out of meanness, she was ignoring him so she could work. But she didn't shush him. People often got it in their heads at moments like this that talking was all they could really do, so sometimes they did. She worked swiftly, and the stitches would have made any seamstress proud. Tiny and neat, they were nearly invisible in fact. It took around 45 minutes all told, with her doing the same to the exit point as the entry point, then wrapping a bandage all the way around, tight enough to ensure no more blood would escape. Long enough for her to hear two heavy sets of boots returning downstairs, and a bottle of something being opened between the two brutes she employed. When she was done, she brought out a small braiser, and threw some herbs on. Wolf's claw to keep away pain, and to send the man into a healing sleep should he try to wake before she wished him to. Snow took a small breath when it was done, stoking the coals, and washing her hands in the basin at the foot of the bed. "Come out and let him rest." She didn't know if the small boy would listen, and the herbs wouldn't hurt him if he stayed, but she hoped he would all the same. "I'm good at this sort of thing, but I have to tell you there's a chance he won't make it. He was lucky. The sword, I assume, missed all the important things. Normally wounds like this are instantly fatal. All we can do now is watch and wait. But the chance is still there just the same." Snow didn't believe in lying, or in mincing words with these sorts of things. It wasn't a pretty thing, and she didn't sugar coat it. She didn't believe in that either. Whatever the boy decided, she wouldn't stop him. She just hoped mightily he wouldn't wake beside a corpse. |
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| 司 Potato | Apr 10 2016, 02:51 AM Post #5 |
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Crème de la Kremlin
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He wasn't hot. Fukumura's hopes dropped even lower as the nice lady spoke those words. If Mago wasn't hot that meant something was wrong..... well aside from the hole in his abdomen. Mago ran hot, like really hot.... the guy felt like he always had a fever and was almost never cold no matter where they went. So if he wasn't hot now, then that was bad news. Of course, Snow didn't know that.... it wasn't exactly the first thing people found out about the Ryo look alike, usually the first thing they found out was that he wasn't Ryo... and were all very thankful for that fact. Fukumura continued to pace back and forth, staring holes into Snows hands as she worked on sewing up his friend. Maybe she was some kind of doctor? A doctor who didn't bother asking about how he had even been stabbed.... Fukumura wondered who those guys were that she had sent out to distract the knights, or maybe they were running to get supplies? It seemed like ages ago they had left but right as that thought crossed Fukumura's mind they returned, and Snow finished up with Mago. The half demon followed her orders and stepped out side of the room, looking back before shutting the door behind them. "Well I don't know about how lucky he is..... he's a tough guy though so that's half the battle right? But uh.... thank you for not freaking out and doing all the stuff normal people would do...... not to say you arne't normal just like uh, most people don't just accept that two guys showed up covered in blood" Fukumura said looking at his once black jacket that had gained a crimson hue. "Well uh.... I'm Fukumura, the guy you just sewed up is Mago." Against his better judgement the boy told the women both of their names, usually he'd simply go with their code names but he figured she deserved to know at least that much. "We're Raven Tail mages.... this happened because of.... let's call it business? But uh please don't go running to the knights about this, I don't even know why I'm telling you all this stuff, I just figured I owed you at least that much.... but so if you want we can pay you like a lot of money..... just tell me and I can get you the right connections once I get back to Trllium.... probably" Fukumura stammered through his words, a little scatterbrained and disoriented. His body was just now getting rid of the adrenaline that had been pumping through him. With a sigh he looked at the black haired lady, his eyes full of angst. He didn't know how she would handle the knowledge that she had just aided two criminals that were part of the mob... hopefully well. If she didn't then he'd be liable to tornado kick her.... yeah then he'd feel like a dick for tornado kicking the women who just saved Mago... or prolonged his death, whatever the outcome was they'd find out sometime with in the next 24 hours hopefully.... |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Apr 10 2016, 05:55 AM Post #6 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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Snow waited quietly as the boy spilled the beans, so to speak. She wasn't one to share out her own information so easily. It could be called foolhardy, really, him thinking that just because she had patched up his whatever-the-red-haired-man was to him. It was a big risk which he took in telling her the truth. She kept her face neutral as he explained not only their names, but where they had come from. Odd she might have seemed in the face of their emergency. That didn't warrant him giving up everything he had to barter with information wise. This opened an interesting opportunity to exploit it. That, she assumed, would be frowned upon by her own guild however. So instead, she just nodded once. "My name is Snow. You and your friend are in no danger from me. Not for the moment anyway." She motioned for him to follow her downstairs, where her retainers waited, expectant looks on their faces and a bottle of whiskey between them. The one she had earlier been nursing in point of fact. Both men looked winded. One was balding, with a long pointed beard which hung down to his chest. This one was Andy. The other had longish hair, and dark eyes which surveyed Fukumura with nothing short of distrust. Snow noted the look immediately and gave a smirk. "Thank you boys. You may head toward your beds when you are quite ready. You, small one. Sit here. Let me fetch you some food, and a blanket or two. I assume you're not intending to sleep tonight?" The two man made a gesture of courteous acknowledgement and then headed up the stairs, bottle in tow. Snow hopped over the counter, finding something quick and easy to prepare, since most people tended to go into a sort of shock once this kind of thing was over. It wasn't uncommon at least. Food certainly tended to be helpful. She didn't ask what he wanted, she simply started fixing different things. She also fixed up the beginnings of a broth. Unless she was much mistaken, the man upstairs would be in need of some food come morning. If he died in the night, would be the only real reason for him to not awaken come dawn. Snow sighed as she worked, though her eyes trailed over the familiar oak of the bar lovingly. Waiting was always the worst part. It was the interim which could make moments seem like hours, or even small eternities if one were worried enough. "Let me give you some advice. by the way. After you've eaten, I will show you to a room, and you are more than safe sleeping there, should you decide to sleep. If you ever find yourself in a situation in which a stranger helps you without question again, your information isn't the payment required. That could have cost you both your lives. Be more cautious in future." With that she set several plates of food, and a few variations on drinks atop the bar. "Have anything you like. It's on the house. Sorry you had a rough night. And sorrier it's only going to get longer." Now she waited as the time passed, looking around her bar and making sure, mentally, all doors and windows were locked. The Knight's watch, by the sound of things, had decided to take the rest of the evening off. In a land of magic, people who disappeared entirely weren't all that rare, and they wouldn't run themselves to death making the attempt to find that. Snow breathed a sigh of relief and took a seat on a stool behind the bar. There wasn't much she could do for the time being, but she could at least keep the lad company. Even if she had admonished him. |
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| 司 Potato | Apr 10 2016, 07:43 PM Post #7 |
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Crème de la Kremlin
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"Hopefully the moment lasts...." Fukumura cracked a weak smile. He followed her down the steps and was not happy to see the two rather mean looking people waiting for them. Fukumura met the long haired mans gaze, trying his best to look scary or whatever. He would never be as good as that as Mago was.... but Mago wasn't here and he probably wouldn't be able to help Fukumura for quite awhile. She called him small one, which Fukumura would of usually pointed out and then mentioned the fact that he was taller.... even if it was by an inch or less. But he figured he'd let it go since she was giving off a momish vibe and he didn't want to get hit by a wooden spoon. Fukumura sat down obediently after he took off his bloodied jacket. He draped the coat over the back of his chair and sat down, his vest and white shirt completely clean all things considered. "Sleep is for the weak anyway" Fukumura forced a joke again and smiled up at her before looking down and reverting back to his worried face. Fukumura played with his thumbs anxiously as he waited for snow to come back with some food, now that she mentioned it he was rather hungry. Guess running from the knights did that to you. Now that he thought about it Mago usually wasn't the most affectionate guy.... especially not towards Fukumura. SO why did he jump in front of the sword? Maybe he was some kind of..... tsundere? Either way Fukumura would inevitably bring it up again assuming his partner survived.... then he'd probably get punched or ignored. That happened a lot. Fukumura's ears perked up as Snow gave him her advice.... it was all stuff he already knew.... but he was panicked and wasn't thinking about that kind of stuff, he was more concerned with Mago not dying. "Well you seemed like a nice person.... thanks for not killing us by the way. I'd feel bad if we had to fight after you got done sewing him up..." Fukumura looked at her to catch whatever reaction she may of had then turned his gaze onto the food. Everything looked good, the drinks even better. Fukumura's stomach growled loudly and he cleared his throat to try and avoid any awkwardness. "Uh it looks..... good" Fukumura pulled out a golden card with the Raven Tail insignia on it and offered it to Snow. "Uh just tap it three times and it'll turn into like one million jewels or so.... you said it was on the house but it doesn't feel right not paying you" Fukumura finished, then lifted a sandwich up to his mouth and bit it in half with one wide mouthed attack. The food was good.... better then his day had been. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Apr 15 2016, 01:58 PM Post #8 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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Snow made a face when Fukumura said something about fighting her. She wasn't one to take such things lightly, nor was she likely to be one who underestimated her opponent. Just the same, she gave her wolf smile as he said it, all teeth and promises of blood. "I wouldn't recommend making the attempt." Not that he would now. She knew that. It never hurt to have a warning in place for the future though. She absentmindedly polished the bar as she waited for him to dig in, the smile and the threat it brought with it fading quickly enough. She sighed, unconsciously. It was already nearing the wee hours of the morning. Snow had worked to save the man upstairs for just under an hour, and the cooking had taken around 45 minutes. That made it close to three in the morning by her count. Now she was getting tired. The feeling which had left her before, when she knew something was going to happen, was coming on full force. To negate it, for she still had a patient upstairs who was in desperate need of her care, she fixed herself a rather large cup of coffee and stifled a yawn. "I'm glad you like my cooking." She glanced down at the golden card the boy offered her, sighing. She didn't like giving information about herself away, so it was really bothering her that this one kept giving it out like he was a fountain and his personal job was to give away as much as possible in the shortest amount of time. "I get that it's a matter of pride for you, but I don't want your money. I've got enough of my own to get me by. Besides, if I start swiping cards from Raven Tail, my own guild might get a little ... Antsy." She had worked with Tartaros mages before on a few odd jobs. Never had Grimoire Heart assigned her a job with Raven Tail, and she wondered precisely why that was. But she wouldn't ask. She didn't want to give the boy reason to spill his guts again. She moved away from him, leaving the card on the bar while he ate, to go upstairs and check on his friend. The herbs were doing their job, and the bleeding had stopped. Even better, when she checked the bandages, there were small spots of fresh blood, which meant he was recovering quickly. More worrisome, though, he was burning up. A fever now, she thought, might kill him. She turned and walked back down the stairs quickly. "Didn't you say your friend was naturally warm? Like...how warm. He seems to be burning up." She looked more than a little alarmed as she asked. No way was she attempting to take a temperature on that guy, but if she needed some ice to cool him, she needed to know. Fevers could be tricky after all. She was already gathering cold rags and a bucket of ice when she heard a noise from upstairs which could only be her patient waking up, and possibly moving around. She rushed back, needing to tell him not to move too much lest he break his stitches open and undo all of her hard work. Also to ask him how the fuck he was already up and moving around when she had made certain he would be sleeping for the rest of the night. |
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| 司 Potato | Apr 18 2016, 02:30 AM Post #9 |
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Crème de la Kremlin
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"Well if you ever get tired of just getting by you can use it..... besides it's not like your guild, which I assume doesn't have anything to do with winged horses, will know...." Fukumura tapped and slid his finger on the table as he spoke.... it was his failed attempt at Morse code. What he tried to communicate was "are they watching" but what he actually said was "do you speak Morse code" how id he know to say that? Because it was the only phrase he had ever learned to communicate through finger tapping. Even if Snow didn't catch it, it wouldn't matter since Fukumura really didn't care if her guild was watching.... Regardless, Fukumura needed to focus on the food in front of him. It was delicious, and doing wonders for his mental health. Nothing was quite as therapeutic as a tasty meal served right after a traumatic experience.... maybe if Mago had this treatment he wouldn't be so angry all the time.... though Fukumura had a hard time believing he wasn't born tat way. As Fukumura ate Snow went to check on Mago. After moment of silence Fukumura figured everything was as good as they could be... else there'd be some kind of commotion. Eventually Snow came back down, looking worried. For a second Fukumura was scared but then she asked about a fever..... which meant things were normal. "Yeah that sounds normal.... unless touching him burnt your hand a bit. He was telling me about one time he had a fever and apparently he'd randomly burst into flame here and there.... hard to believe he isn't dead yet" Back upstairs Mago had woken up. The sound of Snow shutting the door had done it. he room was dark, and smelled strange. Something was being burned.... probably some kind of incense since it didn't smell bad. Mago tried to sit up, the pain in his gut hitting him like a truck as a result. Mago took a second to recompose himself, and then decided that it'd be better if he rolled out of bed instead of sitting up. It wasn't. Mago fell onto the floor with a thump. He stayed there for quite a few moments. Eventually he managed to get up, feeling a mixture of dizziness and extreme pain. Where was he? Last thing he remembered was Fukumura carrying him... away from the knights. Had they been caught? Was this some kind of police station? If it was they weren't doing a good job of keeping track of their prisoner. They probably figured he'd be out for the rest of the night.... joke's on them. Mago needed to get out, he'd come back for Fukumura later.... wherever he was. Right now he could barely move himself, no way he was going to be able to free the kid as well. Mago placed a hand on his wound, running his finger lightly along the stitches.... that'd leave a mark. Not like it mattered, people would notice the big electrical burn scar he had on his chest before they noticed that. Mago heard somebody rushing up steps toward his room. Mago raised his fists ready to fight.... at least he told himself he was. His body told him a different story. But.... he had to at least try right? |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Apr 18 2016, 03:33 AM Post #10 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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The Morse code the boy tried to use was pitiful. Her own hand signals had been far more subtle, and something she thought was taught to most dark mages so they could recognize their own. "Yes I speak Morse code, and Grimoire Heart is always watching. That has little to do with me flashing you the hand signs. Someone should really teach you. They're sort of really fucking important." Snow was smiling as she said it though, her attempt to be severe utterly failing in light of how silly this kid was. She was of course relieved to find out that his temperature was at least somewhat normal. Bursting into flames was an obvious clue that he was a fire mage, since most people wouldn't run a temperature that high normally, let alone survive actually catching fire themselves. It was really too simple, she thought with an inner sigh, to figure out how these two worked. If her charge woke up, she would have to have a chat with him about his partner here. It seemed like the kid had no sense of when to hush. And here all he had garnered from her, in terms of information, was her name and her guild. Both things which could, honestly cause her serious trouble down the line if given to the wrong people. But she didn't give them out to just anyone, and these two were, for all intents and purposes, in her debt. For a bit anyway. "I don't need the money, is what I'm saying. And using that card here would put it on my bank books. I require something far more pricey than a quick payment." She gave a smirk. "Your silence, as to who I am and about that room upstairs, should you ever find yourself in a position to have it inquire over." It was about now that the thump sounded upstairs and Snow turned, looking more than a little surprised. Snow moved quickly as she ran up the stairs, a veritable blur of motion as she went to check on her patient. The thump hadn't sounded good, and she only hoped he hadn't opened up his stitches by falling on the damn floor. She was already grumbling slightly as she opened the door and there stood the patient, fists raised, looking like he wanted a fight even as she turned on the light. Snow gave half a smirk and quirked an eyebrow. "Really? You think you can take me on with your guts hanging half out?" She appreciated the fighting spirit, as she always did when she encountered someone who didn't let their shitty circumstances get them down. Maybe it was the wolf in her which heartily approved of people who give in easily. It was a trait she shared with a very fine few after all. Seeing the panic and resolve on his face, she sighed. "You're not in prison. The knights didn't catch you. Your friend brought you in here seeking sanctuary and happened to get lucky. Really need to talk to the kid about keeping his mouth shut sometimes though. I know pretty much everything about you except what size clothes you wear at this point." She moved in slowly, making his hands were empty. She made sure he could see both her empty palms as well. "You're safe here. Now get back in the damn bed so I don't have to stitch you up. Again." |
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