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[sub]~  The   Warehouse   Meeting   Place  ~[/sub][/center]
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[color=a187be]"Professor? I certainly didn't expect to see you arrive early, or really at all to be honest. That's why I love humans, they- My word. What have you gotten yourself into?" [/color]

[color=#7BCDC8]“You act like I planned this…”[/color] Charles muttered in annoyance, his lips frowned at Zeki when the Licenti moved to his side. Seeing little choice in the matter, the professor lifted his free arm then place it around the ‘man’s’ neck. He fought the impulse to recoil from the touch and forced himself to lean into Zeki without betraying his distrust.  

When Zeki moved, Charles moved with him. Each step hurt and caused more pain when it jarred his frame, his shoes scuffed across the wooden floor into the shop. He leaned more heavily into Zeki than intended, weakness travelled up his spine and into his limbs as they threaten to give away now that the adrenaline had died down. The last time he had been this terrible was when he tried to burn himself to ashes and that lasted a week, at least.   

[color=a187be]"I do think you have a rather curious tale of how you received that. Help from the Prae is always available at The Twilight Spirit."[/color]

The door closed behind him, Charles noted the shop keeper’s look was conflicted. A commonly used gesture, the immortal had learned it led to either trickery or secrets best never revealed to him. Both usually terrible when they crossed his path as he slid upon the nearest chair, allowing him to shift to an angle and release press on one side. 

[color=662d91]"How bad is it? If you are here, am I right to assume it was a Prae? Or a lackey? Do you have any... means of healing?"[/color]

When the Licenti’s tone dropped to something completely different from his earlier demeanour, Charles eyebrow arched at the offer. 

[color=#7BCDC8]“To answer your question, in order. First, my ribs are cracked and been shoved in by a table leg as if it was a stake. I’ve reopen it again after I arrived home and I doubt that helps in the least. Second, yes it was a Prae.”[/color]

Pausing for a moment, Charles lifted his hoodie up to reveal his wrapped torso. The white wrap had been tinted pinkish from the wound, the opening had finally started to clot. He didn’t like the weakness spreading any farther and it would if he kept on bleeding, his mind relieved to realize it would stop shortly. He talked through gritted teeth to contain his painful experience in his tone rather than spill into his word choice. [color=#7BCDC8]“Third and final, yes. I’m immortal and so have a regeneration factor. The bad part, it seems I traded healing speed for quantity so I can survive quite a bit of damage but a wound like this will take anywhere from a day to three to heal.”[/color]

Charles sharply inhaled then exhaled, continuing a bit more. [color=#7BCDC8]“Magical healing can speed the process up, but right now… I have only one spell on healing and I’m in no condition to use it. So, my options are merely changing the wrapping often, keep the wound clean and take it easy. Do you have any medical supplies which I can do that with? And possibly painkiller?” [/color]