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 Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 5:52 pm
A delicate smile graced dark lips, and the senshi inclined her head in a small nod, gesturing towards the door he had already headed towards when she'd stopped him. "If you will follow me, please." Knowing he already knew about the barracks probably wouldn't have deterred her from offering to help him. Those ribs would need to be bound, and Ceraskia was confident she could manage that. She wasn't unused to the practice, have broken toes in the past, or wounded ankles. This wasn't so very different, or so she imagined. "You fought well." There was more she wanted to say, but it was hard to tell if he was sore about the loss, or merely just sore in general. She didn't want to prickle at his pride at all, so she would keep her praise simple. "Given what you both had to work with, weapon wise." The woman had had a bit of an advantage in Ceraskia's eyes. A wooden training soard was a bit more useful than an antique key. Jade eyes flicked up to the blonde, lingering on his face for a handful of seconds, before turning back to the hall they were walking down. The barracks were at the end, the clinic not much farther inside.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 6:34 pm
"Serpierite was a very skillful opponent." It crossed his mind to say he'd been lucky to fight such a lovely young woman, but really...he wasn't lucky. She'd not meant to hurt him, but had, and he'd lost, which wasn't really bad. Losing to a worthy opponent wasn't nearly as bad as losing to someone that was without skill or redeeming virtue. "But thank you."
To his credit, Keyite managed the walk fairly well though drawing a full breath was entirely out of the question until his ribs were wrapped, and even then, it was unlikely he'd be breathing easy until they healed some. "A blade, wooden or otherwise, is a very effective weapon. And Serpierite wields it very well." The blond did not sound as though he were sore over losing to the pale haired lieutenant, just sore and in pain.
Talking was kind of a b***h, so he remained silent until they were actually in the clinic, at which point he sat on a plain wooden bench and slowly shrugged out of his over jacket with it's epaulets and silk-lined interior.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 7:59 pm
She made a few sounds of empathetic understanding, but otherwise stayed quiet for the remainder of the walk, picking up on his labored breathing, how hard it was for him to draw a full breath. That meant talking was likely something of a chore as well, and she was in no hurry to cause him more pain. In the clinic, she hovered near his side so she could offer assistance if he had needed it, but even in pain he seemed capable enough to take a seat and start on the buttons on the front of his jacket. Unthinkingly she reached out to help him, catching the jacket at the collar and gently lowering it over his nearest shoulder. If it hurt to breath, it would hurt o move his upper body too much as well. Of course, in her attempts to be helpful and kind, she had forgotten what bandaging his torso would mean. As the jacket slipped down his arm, the realization returned to her, and the dancer could feel her cheeks heating up. Immediately she dropped her gaze, her posture going a touch rigid. Some of the male dancers at the DCBC danced shirtless, but that was different. They were fixtures of her job, neuter. They had to be. Besides, she was not in charge of aiding them into that half clothed state.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 8:31 pm
She moved in to help him out of his jacket and shirt without seeming to take into account just how close it would put them, or that was how it seemed as she froze near to done with the task. Cheeks coloured prettily, Keyite cleared his throat a bit; if she were such a retiring creature as to go pink at a bared chest - likely one already starting to go blotchy from blood pooling under the skin - then how was she to help wrap him appropriately? "Miss? I'm afraid I don't know your name." Perhaps talking to her would be distracting enough to get the job done? "I'm called Keyite, but you may have already gathered that." Talking hurt, but anything that got him taken care of sooner was better and worth the 'investment'.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 8:00 am
The distraction of communication was a welcome one. Ceraskia looked up at his question, cheeks still carrying a faint pinkish hue. "My apologies for not introducing myself sooner. My name is Ceraskia, Ceraskia of Scorn." She had indeed known his name, having picked it up in his fight with the other lieutenant. "How long have you been with us?" Now that he'd gotten the ball rolling, she would carry on in that thread. Talking certainly had to hurt, but either he was curious, or he'd noticed her hesitation ad was giving her something else to focus on. Either way, it invited more questions as she slid the jacket completely off his lean frame and lay it neatly to the side. The shirt followed at a somewhat slower rate, but it was a touch trickier to remove, given the injury. When that too was set aside, the corrupt moved to one of the cupboards so she could gather up what limited supplies they would be needing.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 6:21 pm
"Ceraskia. A lovely name for a lovely young woman." Though I believe our Negaverse appellations are less names than titles to pair with our ranks. He waved her apologies off, mouth still held in a small - but pained - smile; a thin sheen of sweat dampened his brow but he did not quite feel like he would vomit, which was how he'd felt initially after the bout ended. How long - good question. "Not very. General Aurostibite brought me on shortly before the tournament sign-ups were posted. He suggested that I enter, for the experience." With his jacket and shirt removed, the growing bruising across his ribs was plainly visible, as were a few pale, small scars - most gotten from either accidents hunting, on horseback, or when learning to use the bow. He watched her, breath hitching a little because doing so made his upper torso twist slightly; Keyite gave up watching Ceraskia and instead focused on his breathing. "Are you fighting in this tournament as well?"
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2016 7:16 am
Her movements slowed, ever so slightly, at the compliment, and pale cheeks would have that subtle touch of color once again as she half glanced back over her shoulder. "Thank you." There were certain sorts of compliments she was accustomed to, and some she was less so. The words themselves were very familiar, but the voice was different, younger, and not at one of the catered meet and greets hosted by the DCBC. Supplies in hand, she returned to his side, one delicate hand moving to tick a long swath of silver back behind the shell of her ear. "If you could position your arms in a way that kept them away from your body." Not holding them up, because clearly that would be both painful and tiring. She'd brush his elbow gently, shifting his arm to show him what she meant. It left her room to work, and he could still brace his hands on the bench he was sitting on. Applying the bandage was a slow affair to start. He had to hold it in place while looping the rest of the roll around his torso, and continued to hold it for another overlapping later before she was confident it wouldn't slip free. From there she could wind the bandage tighter so it would give the support he needed. While she did this she'd glance up at him, answering the question he'd asked a moment before. "I am. Myself, and the captain that serve under our general." The last was said with a certain sort of devoted revenance. "We've come to make her proud. "However, that task has now fallen to my shoulders. Quartz did not advance to the next round." But she had.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2016 6:42 pm
Keyite nodded at Ceraskia's instruction and though it took some doing and he had to move very slowly, he was able to move both arms out and away from his sides enough that she should have space to work properly while he white-knuckled the bench. Fresh jabs of pain twisted in his gut and set his teeth hard; he could only hope that she would be able to work quickly to wrap his ribs, it was quite difficult to hold himself upright and open like that and still draw reasonable breath. Until the bandage was secure and his ribs being given some measure of support, Keyite was only tangentially aware of his surroundings, but once he could breathe easier and the pain abated some, the world began to fade back in. He caught Ceraskia's words, starting at "the captain" and nodded ever so slightly; clearly the corrupt senshi was head over heals for the flame-eyed general. "Unfortunate for him," Keyite murmured, not really caring about Quartz save that it was information about another of his so-called peers. "I am certain you will serve your general commendably." Shifting slightly on the bench and flexing his fingers some to get blood (and feeling) back into them, the blond turned a pained but still charming smile her way, "I shall watch and cheer you on." That he'd planned to continue watching even without having met the girl was irrelevant; he knew how to press an advantage, how to flatter. How to charm even when in pain, and he used it on the pretty little corrupted senshi.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2016 1:30 pm
The dainty dancer worked as quickly as she was able, nimble, delicate hands making quick and efficient work of the bandaging to make it both tight, but not too tight. It wasn't the first time she'd had to do something similar, and it showed in the confident way she set about the task. Accidents happened, in her profession and hobbies, and she had made it a point to learn how to care for her own injuries properly. Especially when the slightest error could ruin a life time of careful planning and conditioning. No, the dancer wouldn't take the chance on that. Though dark eyes did occasionally flick up to his face, she didn't lift her attention again until she had secured the bandage in place, and was no longer the cause for his discomfort and pain. Hands, now that they were free, came down to rest feather light on the edge of the table, close to where he still sat. "Unfortunate indeed. We shall see how our mistress takes that disappointment." Ceraskia was adamant about not being a disappointment herself. Let Quartz be the bearer of their general's ire, the dancer wanted only praise and pride. A somewhat startled blink followed the lieutenant's vow that he'd be observing her following matches, and the color that had been fading brightened again. "That is very kind of you." The tip of a colored nail tapped the table once, twice, before she realized she was doing it and forced herself to stop. "I'm sure there are more pressing things you could be doing, recovering among the more obvious." If he wanted to stick around though, watch her up coming battles, who was she to turn down the attention?
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