Rue moves slowly closer and closer to the bed. He doesn't realize that he's right at the edge of the bed until it occurs to him that he should be careful not to get close enough for the Nightmare Guardian's aura to make him weak again. His eye widen as he realizes that he can't sense any energy off the prone figure. His wigs flap rapidly, his easily flustered nature making him fear the worse. Not wanting to get within arm range he instead places his hands on the edge of the bed and shakes it slightly. “Um, um, Mr. Nightmare? Hey, are yo okay? I can't feel anything, are you okay?” The long string of inquiries go on for several minutes until a groan from Seishu makes him flutter backwards, startled.
Seishu groans as he feels his body being jostled. 'Yeah, yeah, let's shake the pitiful wretch invader. See if that helps!' Groaning he opens his eyes slightly and looks for the source of the annoyance. Spotting the little bite fluttering several feet above and to his left he groans again and closes his eyes.. This time however, it's quite obvious what the cause is. 'Why won't it just leave me be?' With a sigh Seishu flexes his muscles a bit to see if he has indeed been cared for better than before. 'The pain is a lot less, so I'm guessing they found some drugs. Drugs can be very good' A faint throb in his leg reminds the Nightmare Guardian that he did some of his own old school healing, and that he's more than likely gonna feel out of sorts for a while, even without the drugs.
“Hey, hey, are you okay? I can't feel anything off you mister.” Cracking his eyes open again Seishu rolls them and bats at the white figure hovering several feet directly above him.
Rue flies backwards, ducking to the side a bit. Seishu glances at the clothes now neatly folded next to him and snorts. Opening his eyes fully he looks up at the fluttering minion. “Oi, Little Bite. Mind finding some pants that aren't going to scrape against my nice fresh burn like sandpaper on an open wound? Some slacks maybe, or even better, sweats.” The little guy nods and darts off through the still cracked open door. Seishu takes the opportunity to carefully push himself into a sitting position. He just manages to pull the pile of clothes to him when the fairy boy reappears with a pair of dark blue sweat pants. Giving the boy a smile he holds his hands out for the clothing, however Rue doesn't move. His smile drops. “Listen Little Bite, I'm not going to eat you if that's what you are worried about. Now hand over the leg coverings.”
As Seishu wiggles his fingers in a 'gimme' motion Rue seems to startle out of a trance. A dark flush appears on his cheeks and he moves just close enough to hand off the pants, then retreats a few feet. “M'sorry, it's just, I didn't know you could, I mean of course you could, but I've just never seen, and I'm a dream minion, and you were so mad. . . .” As he rambles it's slow to register just what he's talking about. When finally it dawns on him the injured man begins laughing lightly, causing Rue to fall silent, staring.
Wincing as the laugh makes his stomach wound unhappy he looks over at Rue with another smile. “Yes Little Bite, I can smile, and when I'm home, I do it often. This place is very unpleasant for me. . . .” He looks around for a moment, glaring at the sunlight streaming in through the windows. Thankfully someone had the sense to make sure the overhead lights were off when they left. 'You know, I think. . . .' “Heh, but don't get use to me smiling. I'm fairly sure it's the drugs the doctors gave me that have silenced that angry little voice in the burning inferno known as my temper.” Rue nods vigorously. Seishu's eyebrows furrow as he stares at the boy, trying to figure out who he reminds him of. However he gives up quickly as the muddle in his brain only gets worse.
With a sigh he motions the boy closer with a finger. When he complies Seishu looks to him with a faintly pathetic look. “I'm sore. Help me get these on.” Rue stares wide eyed for a full minute. Seishu is about to growl at him when he flutters a little bit closer and settles on the bed. Scooting a little closer he reaches out and genitally takes the t-shirt from Seishu. He looks at it for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to get it on the Nightmare Guardian’s left arm without it hurting too much. With a little trial and error they manage to get the shirt on without Seishu's temper flaring through the drugs. Once it's in place Rue sits back with a smile, glad he could help. However his victory is short lived as the Seishu says, “Okay, that was the easy part. Now for the pants.” Rue flushes bright pink and gives the Guardian a pathetic look.
They stare for several seconds, but Rue eventually concedes. Seishu smirks and peels off what he can of his pants before the act would require bending at the waist. Rue moves in and works quickly but carefully, his whole body lighting up as he tries to pretend to ignore the fact that Seishu doesn’t wear undergarments. The Guardian hisses slightly as his burn scraps against the slightly rough fabric of his replacement leg-wear. Rue mutters and apology and in no time Seishu's fully dressed. With a sigh he settling back on the bed, scratching around the collar and waistband. “With all the stuff he can make to wear, he chooses this rough stuff. I'll never get that fool.” A faint snort draws his attention to a slightly upset looking Rue.
Seishu gives him a 'What do you expect?' look and rolls his eyes. Rue gives a deep disappointed sigh and looks away. The two are silent for several minutes. The the dream minion looks up at Seishu's legs and mumbles something to himself. Seishu raises and eyebrow. “Something about my legs bother you Little Bite?”
Rue jumps slightly. He feels a little odd about this new nickname the Nightmare Guardian's given him, but since he doesn’t feel bad about it he accepts it without question. Instead he motions towards the Guardian's leg injury and says, “I saw, well, at least a dozen scars on your legs, and even more on your upper body. When we heal here, there are no scars.” He cocks his head tot he side inquisitively. Seishu can see where he's going, but let's the boy ask his question. “Does everybody over there scar like that? Can't you heal without scaring?”
Seishu nods slowly, looking thoughtful. “Yes, we can heal without scars, and for the most part, I do so.” His brows furrow, running a finger over a long thin scar on his left arm. “However, when one of you guys get me good, you know, in a way I respect. . . . Or when I make a boneheaded mistake, getting hurt in the process and need a reminder to never make it again, I let it scar.” He smiles at Rue. “They remind me that I've always got more to learn, and to never underestimate you guys.” His face darkens, thinking of how he should have looked harder in the other direction. Seeing the sudden change in mood Rue settles in a chair near the bed and starts rambling about whatever come to mind, trying to distract the Guardian from his dark thoughts.
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I'ma put this here so I don't have to keep looking it up in the PMs :P
Name: Seishu
Race: Nightmare Guardian
Age: Timeless
Height: 6' 5”
Weight: Wouldn't you like to know
Hair: Strait ankle length white with a very faint curl at the bottom. The bangs are only slightly shorter than the rest of the hair and is parted on the right.
Eyes: Striking silver that glow darkly when angered.
Skin: Pale white that almost seems to glow in moonlight.
Build: Very slender but not gangly. Very faint muscle tone on the arms, legs, and stomach, but not so much that it detracts from his sleight build.
Clothes: Old Gothic style soft leather armor with shoulders that arch up into points and have a shingled look across the torso. Attaches to the back of the shoulders is a long cape with a ragged bottom which seems to move of it's own accord due to the cape's light nature. Legs are encased in tight thick but supple fabric down to the ankles, and when his boots are off the pants extend a bit over the top of the foot, coming to a point. Knee high leather boots that match the upper armor are worn for the battle, but he prefers to be barefoot. Underneath the armor he wears a tight top that is made of the same fabric as the pants and end in similar points on the backs of the hands. The collar of the top cuts down in a 'V' to just above his navel. The top also has faint embroidered designs on it but they are hard to discern unless you look close because they match the color of the rest of his entire ensemble: Black.
Accessories: In each ear he wears an dangly silver earring with a tiny silver dagger at the end with a sapphire in the hilt. On the shell of his left ear he also has an ear cuff inlaid with a sapphire that matches the ones in the daggers. On the back of his right hand, under the point of his top, is the Yin half of the Chinese symbol for balance, and the sign of his office as the Guardian of Nightmares.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): By feeding off of the fear created by people's nightmares he has the ability to bring such things to life as well as cloak himself in general fears that most humans have which repels them when he needs them to go away. Most nightmares he brings to life vanish soon after being summoned, but those with a long history or a very strong presence will linger. He abhors walking so after years of building up the energy, he's created a permanent cloak of the fear of falling around himself so that he never really has to set foot on the ground. In battle he uses a rapier which he soaks in negative emotions so that even if a strike misses it will often paralyze his opponent with fear.
General Personality: Many beings see Seishu as lazy or at the least constantly bored. In truth he is simply very comfortable with the way things are and the venom has gone out of his voice and actions when dealing the the Dream Realm. He is content with what he has and has accomplished. The only thing that really get a rise out of him these days is the Dream Guardian himself. Little love has been lost between them over the years, and it still irritates him to no end the way the guy sees him as some sort of evil being or something like that. He has a great fondness for his subjects but has little patience when it comes to open obstinance.
Background: Seishu was born to be what he is today, and he has not disappointed. The powers that be created the Dream and Nightmare realms long ago to help humans manage their lives and at first Seishu was very into spreading his Nightmares as far and as fast as he could. He supposes this is what gave the Dream Guardian the terrible impression of Seishu that he still seems to hold to this day. However, some time after the dark ages Seishu came to realize just what role nightmares play in people's lives and became more moderate with his actions, thinking out his missions more carefully before implementing them. While each being needs the occasional Nightmare to keep the balance, he would pay more attention to the people whom Nightmares would benefit. Such as those who need professional help because of some trauma in their past, or those who would die alone if they were not scared into seeking out friends and/or family. He also grew a vindictive streak for those who caused their fellow human beings pain and made particularly evil people his special little projects.
Extra: Seishu sees the life some nightmares begin to have, and for some takes pity on them. When someone overcomes a deep seated fear, the nightmares die, and when this happens, so too do the creatures in them(Should the Nightmare be of some creature or another). So instead of letting them all die off, he tries his best to rescue them and bring them to live in the Nightmare Realm where they live on peacefully now that they are no longer connected to the human they were born from.
Name: Seishu
Race: Nightmare Guardian
Age: Timeless
Height: 6' 5”
Weight: Wouldn't you like to know
Hair: Strait ankle length white with a very faint curl at the bottom. The bangs are only slightly shorter than the rest of the hair and is parted on the right.
Eyes: Striking silver that glow darkly when angered.
Skin: Pale white that almost seems to glow in moonlight.
Build: Very slender but not gangly. Very faint muscle tone on the arms, legs, and stomach, but not so much that it detracts from his sleight build.
Clothes: Old Gothic style soft leather armor with shoulders that arch up into points and have a shingled look across the torso. Attaches to the back of the shoulders is a long cape with a ragged bottom which seems to move of it's own accord due to the cape's light nature. Legs are encased in tight thick but supple fabric down to the ankles, and when his boots are off the pants extend a bit over the top of the foot, coming to a point. Knee high leather boots that match the upper armor are worn for the battle, but he prefers to be barefoot. Underneath the armor he wears a tight top that is made of the same fabric as the pants and end in similar points on the backs of the hands. The collar of the top cuts down in a 'V' to just above his navel. The top also has faint embroidered designs on it but they are hard to discern unless you look close because they match the color of the rest of his entire ensemble: Black.
Accessories: In each ear he wears an dangly silver earring with a tiny silver dagger at the end with a sapphire in the hilt. On the shell of his left ear he also has an ear cuff inlaid with a sapphire that matches the ones in the daggers. On the back of his right hand, under the point of his top, is the Yin half of the Chinese symbol for balance, and the sign of his office as the Guardian of Nightmares.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): By feeding off of the fear created by people's nightmares he has the ability to bring such things to life as well as cloak himself in general fears that most humans have which repels them when he needs them to go away. Most nightmares he brings to life vanish soon after being summoned, but those with a long history or a very strong presence will linger. He abhors walking so after years of building up the energy, he's created a permanent cloak of the fear of falling around himself so that he never really has to set foot on the ground. In battle he uses a rapier which he soaks in negative emotions so that even if a strike misses it will often paralyze his opponent with fear.
General Personality: Many beings see Seishu as lazy or at the least constantly bored. In truth he is simply very comfortable with the way things are and the venom has gone out of his voice and actions when dealing the the Dream Realm. He is content with what he has and has accomplished. The only thing that really get a rise out of him these days is the Dream Guardian himself. Little love has been lost between them over the years, and it still irritates him to no end the way the guy sees him as some sort of evil being or something like that. He has a great fondness for his subjects but has little patience when it comes to open obstinance.
Background: Seishu was born to be what he is today, and he has not disappointed. The powers that be created the Dream and Nightmare realms long ago to help humans manage their lives and at first Seishu was very into spreading his Nightmares as far and as fast as he could. He supposes this is what gave the Dream Guardian the terrible impression of Seishu that he still seems to hold to this day. However, some time after the dark ages Seishu came to realize just what role nightmares play in people's lives and became more moderate with his actions, thinking out his missions more carefully before implementing them. While each being needs the occasional Nightmare to keep the balance, he would pay more attention to the people whom Nightmares would benefit. Such as those who need professional help because of some trauma in their past, or those who would die alone if they were not scared into seeking out friends and/or family. He also grew a vindictive streak for those who caused their fellow human beings pain and made particularly evil people his special little projects.
Extra: Seishu sees the life some nightmares begin to have, and for some takes pity on them. When someone overcomes a deep seated fear, the nightmares die, and when this happens, so too do the creatures in them(Should the Nightmare be of some creature or another). So instead of letting them all die off, he tries his best to rescue them and bring them to live in the Nightmare Realm where they live on peacefully now that they are no longer connected to the human they were born from.
Hearing the boy's questioning tone Tatsuki turns with a smile and gives him a little bow. “Indeed, I shall take stock of the place, maybe get a feel for it. Then I shall be off to the town.” He rises from his bow, still smiling wide. “Thanks you again Shigetoshi-san. Despite what you believe, what is nothing to one, can mean the world to another.” He closes his eyes into the smile then turns to the kitchen at large. He moves through the opens space between the outer appliances and the large central preparation table. Despite breakfast happening not too long ago, the area is surprisingly clean. 'I wonder how he keeps things so tidy with so little time to do everything. Perhaps he cleans as he goes?' He smirks at a vision in his head of Shigetoshi, several extra arms coming out of him at odd angles to do all of his work at once.
Shaking his head he moves over to the fridge and pulls it open. The cool are sends a chill down his spine and his brows furrow while he examines the contents. 'More than enough for everybody. He must have someone deliver his goods. I don't see young Shigetoshi hauling back huge bulging sacks of food on his back every time he gets a sudden influx of guests' He takes stock of the veggies and meats, mostly fish, and with a nod he decides what he wants to cook. Decision made he swings the door closed and makes his way out of the kitchen. Moving in long strides he turns slightly as he passes the older man from earlier. With a little smile he breezes past and ducks into his room. Staying only long enough to scoop up his money purse, he's soon outside and on the road to the town.
The fresh cool air ruffles his hair as he makes his way out of sight of the Inn. As soon as he's sure no one can see him he walks off the road and into a stand of bamboo. “This stuff is so nostalgic.” he mutters before opening a rip in space and walks through. The roadways between spaces in the world are rather dull and colorless, stretching on for miles in every direction. The only thing breaking the endless horizon is the occasional sign post. Placed there for beginners, Tatsuki ignores them as he walks down one of the droll paths until he reaches where he wants to go. 'The walk to town on the real road would have been prettier, but I don't want to be rushed, or miss dinner all together' Reminding himself not to get back too early he raises his hand.
Pressing his fingers to the air in front of him as if there's something invisible to touch there he looks out into the world to check for anyone around. Once the way is clear he steps out into another stand of bamboo. However this particular patch is less than a five minute casual walk from the village. Stepping out from between the tall stalks he smirks as a passing group of village girls let out a series of yelps of dismay at his sudden appearance and rush past him. Following their path as they snuffle off his gaze moves past them, trailing up over the trees, and finally settling on the mountain barely visible over the canopy. 'I don't know why, but a part of me weeps when I think of how what I did is just part of my every day life, while a little boy at the foot of a mountain, having lived his life never going further than his feet can take him, would be overjoyed to see even two more towns over' The faint tug in his chest makes him sigh. Turning away from the mountain, he tucks his hands in his sleeves across his chest and walks slowly into town.
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The first touches of twilight begin to set in as Tatsuki returns to the Inn with his groceries. Not wanting to run into either the sister or the young Innkeeper, he waits until he's sure the kitchen is completely clear before walking strait in from the roadways. 'I don't need those sisters delaying me. I want to get some spring time in before dinner, and Shigetoshi would probably want to help me carry this stuff. He's busy enough as it is' He tries to reason with himself as he slides up to the fridge with several bags attached to one arm and a several large wrapped pork strips in the other. Placing most of the stuff in the fridge, he puts the rest in the pantry. 'This should be tasty tonight. I hope they like it' Hunting down a sheet of paper and writing utensil, most likely used to write down what the inn needs when the keeper took stoke he guessed, Tatsuki writes a little note that he'll be going to the hot spring, and that Shigetoshi should come get him there when it's time to start cooking dinner.
Tacking it to the prep table with a small cooking knife the Shinigami makes his way back to his room to change into a soaking towel. As soon as he's ready he snatches up a drying towel and makes his way tot he hot spring. His eyes narrow and he peeks in to check for other bathers. Spying none he relaxes, a faint smile on his lips. 'Thank the gods that those women aren't about. I can see the whole mess now' Looking down at his fit, attractive body, Tatsuki considers making himself look older or more homely. After a second of contemplation he casts the idea aside and sets his towel on a rock at the edge of the area. 'Nah, I'm comfortable in this. Most Shinigami have fun messing with their looks for each case. I like the way I looked in life' With a nod to nobody about his decision he moves past the lush foliage around the spring and sits down beside it. As his legs slide into the steamy waters he lets out a long sigh and his eye flutter shut. A faint moan escapes his lips as he slips slowly into the water, coming to settle atop a fairly flat stone right along the edge beneath the surface. Leaning back, he lets the spring work it's magic.
Shaking his head he moves over to the fridge and pulls it open. The cool are sends a chill down his spine and his brows furrow while he examines the contents. 'More than enough for everybody. He must have someone deliver his goods. I don't see young Shigetoshi hauling back huge bulging sacks of food on his back every time he gets a sudden influx of guests' He takes stock of the veggies and meats, mostly fish, and with a nod he decides what he wants to cook. Decision made he swings the door closed and makes his way out of the kitchen. Moving in long strides he turns slightly as he passes the older man from earlier. With a little smile he breezes past and ducks into his room. Staying only long enough to scoop up his money purse, he's soon outside and on the road to the town.
The fresh cool air ruffles his hair as he makes his way out of sight of the Inn. As soon as he's sure no one can see him he walks off the road and into a stand of bamboo. “This stuff is so nostalgic.” he mutters before opening a rip in space and walks through. The roadways between spaces in the world are rather dull and colorless, stretching on for miles in every direction. The only thing breaking the endless horizon is the occasional sign post. Placed there for beginners, Tatsuki ignores them as he walks down one of the droll paths until he reaches where he wants to go. 'The walk to town on the real road would have been prettier, but I don't want to be rushed, or miss dinner all together' Reminding himself not to get back too early he raises his hand.
Pressing his fingers to the air in front of him as if there's something invisible to touch there he looks out into the world to check for anyone around. Once the way is clear he steps out into another stand of bamboo. However this particular patch is less than a five minute casual walk from the village. Stepping out from between the tall stalks he smirks as a passing group of village girls let out a series of yelps of dismay at his sudden appearance and rush past him. Following their path as they snuffle off his gaze moves past them, trailing up over the trees, and finally settling on the mountain barely visible over the canopy. 'I don't know why, but a part of me weeps when I think of how what I did is just part of my every day life, while a little boy at the foot of a mountain, having lived his life never going further than his feet can take him, would be overjoyed to see even two more towns over' The faint tug in his chest makes him sigh. Turning away from the mountain, he tucks his hands in his sleeves across his chest and walks slowly into town.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The first touches of twilight begin to set in as Tatsuki returns to the Inn with his groceries. Not wanting to run into either the sister or the young Innkeeper, he waits until he's sure the kitchen is completely clear before walking strait in from the roadways. 'I don't need those sisters delaying me. I want to get some spring time in before dinner, and Shigetoshi would probably want to help me carry this stuff. He's busy enough as it is' He tries to reason with himself as he slides up to the fridge with several bags attached to one arm and a several large wrapped pork strips in the other. Placing most of the stuff in the fridge, he puts the rest in the pantry. 'This should be tasty tonight. I hope they like it' Hunting down a sheet of paper and writing utensil, most likely used to write down what the inn needs when the keeper took stoke he guessed, Tatsuki writes a little note that he'll be going to the hot spring, and that Shigetoshi should come get him there when it's time to start cooking dinner.
Tacking it to the prep table with a small cooking knife the Shinigami makes his way back to his room to change into a soaking towel. As soon as he's ready he snatches up a drying towel and makes his way tot he hot spring. His eyes narrow and he peeks in to check for other bathers. Spying none he relaxes, a faint smile on his lips. 'Thank the gods that those women aren't about. I can see the whole mess now' Looking down at his fit, attractive body, Tatsuki considers making himself look older or more homely. After a second of contemplation he casts the idea aside and sets his towel on a rock at the edge of the area. 'Nah, I'm comfortable in this. Most Shinigami have fun messing with their looks for each case. I like the way I looked in life' With a nod to nobody about his decision he moves past the lush foliage around the spring and sits down beside it. As his legs slide into the steamy waters he lets out a long sigh and his eye flutter shut. A faint moan escapes his lips as he slips slowly into the water, coming to settle atop a fairly flat stone right along the edge beneath the surface. Leaning back, he lets the spring work it's magic.
His breath hisses out between his teeth as he tries to hold back his cries of pain. 'Dammit, if I hadn't knocked that thing off my shoulder. . . .From it's smell it was helping with the pain a bit. Maybe I can get anther one, suggest some stuff to, what are they looking at?' Distracted from his musings Chall's breath comes out slower and slower as he tries to listen for whatever caught the animal's attentions. His ears snap out, shifting up and down as he cranes his head towards where they are focusing. 'That's the door' His shoulder throbs again but he keeps his breathing even as he catches the sound of approaching footsteps. His body involuntarily tenses as the door swings in, his jaw locking as he spots how large the person entering it. 'That guy is huge. He could use me for a lean post' He swallows hard, unsure of how much control he'd have over his magic should this giant prove hostile.
He remains still as the dog rises to greet him, the only part of his body moving the occasional twitch of one ear or the other. 'He smells of the outdoors. Much fresher smells than the ones hanging on the city folk' He takes a slow deep breath, using the clear scents to calm his nerves a bit. His whole body filches a bit when the man looks to him and speaks. Despite the assertion, Chall's tongue refuses to un-fuse from the roof of his mouth. 'He seems peaceable enough, and willow bark tea would help with the pain' His mind wanders a bit at the idea as he wonders if he'd have some sugar to make the drink more palpable.
The telltale sound of a glass vial on wood perks his ears up, drawing his eyes back into focus. His eyes trail over the other man's back. 'His clothes are very common, not extravagance what soever. He's not with those who attacked me. They didn't seem to be the type who would associate closely with “Common folk”. At least I think so' Chall curses silently to himself as his mind wavers from the growing ache in his arm. His eyes shift to the animals and he feels his fur begin to rise under their unwavering gazes. He glances up for only a moment when the man vanishes from sight before his focus goes back to the largest animal. In a very quiet voice the large male in the other room would be unable to hear he hisses, “Listen woofs, I don't need any trouble, so stop looking at me like that. I mean it! I will sick some sprites on you if you lay a paw on me."
The dogs seem to almost scowl at his threat but he has no time to think on it as the man returns. His feels his fur rising higher and higher as the man approaches, and without thinking he backs up a few inches, just enough so that if he needs to he can duck behind the side of the lounge. He keeps a raptor like focus on the man's movements as he prepares the kettle and stokes the fire. When it flares to life proper Chall takes in the man's features more carefully. Of all the things he got from his mother's side of the family, the night vision isn't one of them. 'He's like a big shaggy bear. He's almost furrier than I am! He seems relaxed too so either he's over confident or he's just a calm kinda guy. I pray for the second' He almost chides himself for thinking of praying but before he can the man turns to him.
His whole body tenses, making him wince as the action pulls the muscles around his wound pull on the damaged muscle and flesh. His deep voice is warm and calm, causing Chall's fur to settle. His listens carefully and nods slightly as the man confirms that magic was indeed used on him. Despite his vote of confidence in healing quickly, Chall decides to test his boundaries a bit. As the man stands up his follows his movements with narrowed eyes. Careful to keep his tone respectful, or at the lest not arrogant he asks, “While I thank this, Marge, for her help, if I could have access to a few things, I should be able to be healed morning after next without any lasting damage.” Glancing at his wound he adds, “I can tell from the pain that there's some nerve damage, and if I don't deal with it My arm won't heal at full strength.” His gaze trails back up to the large man's face. “It's just some basic local herbs. . . . .And a body of water somewhere where it's fresh, unspoiled.” He pauses, his eyes still looking up into the man's deep brown eyes.
He remains still as the dog rises to greet him, the only part of his body moving the occasional twitch of one ear or the other. 'He smells of the outdoors. Much fresher smells than the ones hanging on the city folk' He takes a slow deep breath, using the clear scents to calm his nerves a bit. His whole body filches a bit when the man looks to him and speaks. Despite the assertion, Chall's tongue refuses to un-fuse from the roof of his mouth. 'He seems peaceable enough, and willow bark tea would help with the pain' His mind wanders a bit at the idea as he wonders if he'd have some sugar to make the drink more palpable.
The telltale sound of a glass vial on wood perks his ears up, drawing his eyes back into focus. His eyes trail over the other man's back. 'His clothes are very common, not extravagance what soever. He's not with those who attacked me. They didn't seem to be the type who would associate closely with “Common folk”. At least I think so' Chall curses silently to himself as his mind wavers from the growing ache in his arm. His eyes shift to the animals and he feels his fur begin to rise under their unwavering gazes. He glances up for only a moment when the man vanishes from sight before his focus goes back to the largest animal. In a very quiet voice the large male in the other room would be unable to hear he hisses, “Listen woofs, I don't need any trouble, so stop looking at me like that. I mean it! I will sick some sprites on you if you lay a paw on me."
The dogs seem to almost scowl at his threat but he has no time to think on it as the man returns. His feels his fur rising higher and higher as the man approaches, and without thinking he backs up a few inches, just enough so that if he needs to he can duck behind the side of the lounge. He keeps a raptor like focus on the man's movements as he prepares the kettle and stokes the fire. When it flares to life proper Chall takes in the man's features more carefully. Of all the things he got from his mother's side of the family, the night vision isn't one of them. 'He's like a big shaggy bear. He's almost furrier than I am! He seems relaxed too so either he's over confident or he's just a calm kinda guy. I pray for the second' He almost chides himself for thinking of praying but before he can the man turns to him.
His whole body tenses, making him wince as the action pulls the muscles around his wound pull on the damaged muscle and flesh. His deep voice is warm and calm, causing Chall's fur to settle. His listens carefully and nods slightly as the man confirms that magic was indeed used on him. Despite his vote of confidence in healing quickly, Chall decides to test his boundaries a bit. As the man stands up his follows his movements with narrowed eyes. Careful to keep his tone respectful, or at the lest not arrogant he asks, “While I thank this, Marge, for her help, if I could have access to a few things, I should be able to be healed morning after next without any lasting damage.” Glancing at his wound he adds, “I can tell from the pain that there's some nerve damage, and if I don't deal with it My arm won't heal at full strength.” His gaze trails back up to the large man's face. “It's just some basic local herbs. . . . .And a body of water somewhere where it's fresh, unspoiled.” He pauses, his eyes still looking up into the man's deep brown eyes.
I couldn't find the exact blade he's using, but this is kinda close.
His blade is closer to a needle with a hilt, and he can only use it the way he does because he is naturally faster than humans. No matter how fast his target is, he's always faster. Holding the blade the way he does, and by it's design, the tip would sink through the flesh like a hot knife through butter, so even if your guy managed to move, he would need only an instant to sink it in, adjusting for the movement of the body beneath him. But since he would feel the move coming because of how he's positioned over all his major upper body muscles, he'd have plenty of time to push down the 2 inches he'd need to pierce the place he's aiming for.
Heheh, I too do much killing in games, but I also do a lot of anatomy and weapons research outside the gaming world. That coupled with my understanding of the Fae Assassin I've made and his training and reflexes, having him tossed off with my calculations on the matter seems impossible in my head. With the tip already against the skin, any movement would make it's needle like point sink in.
I kinda went over all this in my sleep, and I did come to the conclusion that the weapon description I gave wasn't enough to accurately represent how he goes about killing. I also concluded that this may very well have been a perfect occurrence of a bad ass battle. In other words, you wanted your guy to look cool, and I wanted the same thing and the math of your tossing made no sense to me, so my ego got bruised when you tossed my guy off, and you thought it would look so kool to do it that way so you did it :P
In other words, I'm sorry to make it sound like my character is better than yours, if that's the impression you got.
Oh, and it wasn't what yer prince was thinking that made him sound foolish. :P I understand him totally about all the failed attempts and "Ugh, not another one!" Heheheheh.
His blade is closer to a needle with a hilt, and he can only use it the way he does because he is naturally faster than humans. No matter how fast his target is, he's always faster. Holding the blade the way he does, and by it's design, the tip would sink through the flesh like a hot knife through butter, so even if your guy managed to move, he would need only an instant to sink it in, adjusting for the movement of the body beneath him. But since he would feel the move coming because of how he's positioned over all his major upper body muscles, he'd have plenty of time to push down the 2 inches he'd need to pierce the place he's aiming for.
Heheh, I too do much killing in games, but I also do a lot of anatomy and weapons research outside the gaming world. That coupled with my understanding of the Fae Assassin I've made and his training and reflexes, having him tossed off with my calculations on the matter seems impossible in my head. With the tip already against the skin, any movement would make it's needle like point sink in.
I kinda went over all this in my sleep, and I did come to the conclusion that the weapon description I gave wasn't enough to accurately represent how he goes about killing. I also concluded that this may very well have been a perfect occurrence of a bad ass battle. In other words, you wanted your guy to look cool, and I wanted the same thing and the math of your tossing made no sense to me, so my ego got bruised when you tossed my guy off, and you thought it would look so kool to do it that way so you did it :P
In other words, I'm sorry to make it sound like my character is better than yours, if that's the impression you got.
Oh, and it wasn't what yer prince was thinking that made him sound foolish. :P I understand him totally about all the failed attempts and "Ugh, not another one!" Heheheheh.
Sorry about being so picky, but while I was reading it(Before the edit) it kinda sounded like my guy's an idiot :P He's been killing for a long time, and doesn't get surprised. I kept trying to run though my head all his responses should he be successfully thrown, and in each one he simply turned and sunk his blade in between some ribs and took out a lung. He wouldn't sit back and wait, his first response being to the physical, not the auditory from the prince :P
*Poooke* :P Heheh.
Gah, double post :P
Wait, triple post?!?!? Stupid site going down while I click submit :P
Hnnnn. . . . . . . .I'm vaguely upset. By the way we made the characters, my guy would have sunk the knife in long before being thrown off. He'd have felt the prince tense with his thighs and presses the blade down into his neck without hesitation. My guy may seem arrogant, but he has a right to be. Even if yer guy would react that way, my guy would be able to complete the kill. . . . .Could you, perhaps, do a slight alteration? I can give you a mild control over my guy to fill in that last part in a way we can both agree on perhaps?
How about yer guy does that part where he pretends to give up but my guy recognizes the feeling of the prince readying himself to throw my guy off and presses the blade into his neck just far enough that if the prince moves he would kill himself. From there, all you would have to do is something my guys not use to: say that last line. It would only take a second or two of blank stare thinking, and I give you permission to have my guy settle back on his heels. He's confident enough in himself that he doesn't fear the prince running.
What do you think?
How about yer guy does that part where he pretends to give up but my guy recognizes the feeling of the prince readying himself to throw my guy off and presses the blade into his neck just far enough that if the prince moves he would kill himself. From there, all you would have to do is something my guys not use to: say that last line. It would only take a second or two of blank stare thinking, and I give you permission to have my guy settle back on his heels. He's confident enough in himself that he doesn't fear the prince running.
What do you think?
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