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 Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 1:57 pm
*The door opened slowly, admittinga bloodied and dishevelled creature, the shock of red hair the first sign of just WHO it may be. Limping rather obviously, blood dripping behind her, she didnt seem to notice if anyone else was there as she staggered to the bar, and flopped onto a stool, grabbing the nearest bottle of alcohol... and pouring it over her leg*
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 2:15 pm
Cracking an eye open to look at Roan as she entered, she looked over at her bloodied figure and watched her limping before shaking her head and sitting up straighter. "What happened," she questioned her, watching her with the alcohol before sliding off her stool. Slowly walking behind the bar while adjusting her skirts, she moved towards the mini fridge and bent down. Using her tail, she picked up a few bags of vitae before going back to her teacher. Things were still, for Bella at least, awkward and strange for her due to the events, mainly she felt like she was letting the woman down and ashamed that she had little faith in Iden. It was hard for her to trust as it was and after that.. she was finding it harder to let him in and trust him; she was trying to do so though. Not meeting the other's eyes, she placed the bags on the counter before Roan and stood back, awaiting to see if she'd need something more.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 2:19 pm
Lets just say theres people out there who hate me more than Ien... and Im allergic to haemoxinate.
*Her breathing was ragged, and she was clearly unable to stop herself from bleeding... at least until she managed to pull out the now-apparent haemox arrow in her leg.
Snapped off at the shaft, the head was deeply embedded in her thigh, a nasty pool of black spreading out from it over her flesh and muscle, the reek of decaying flesh as apparent as the fact Roan was steadily losing the ability to move the limb*
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 2:36 pm
Her eyes moved towards the wound and watched Roan trying to break the shaft of the arrow. Nodding to her words, she grabbed some towels and laid them to the side so that Roan could clean herself up a bit when she was done with it. "Give him time," she murmured faintly in reference to Iden. She did believe that given time and patience he'd come to care for Roan or at least not hate her. At first he hadn't care for Bella much at all, if he even did a little bit and now they were quite close - not just psychically either. "Need a knife," she asked her, wondering how deep the arrow head was in her muscle and knowing it may need be dug out.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 2:41 pm
I killed him, and Im not exactly the best person to come to when you want to hide your head from the storm. The day he stops hating me, I'll drop down in torpor to avoid the end of days.
*She dipped her head. She shouldnt have been able to do what she did, but her spine moved sinously to allow it, revealing two strange holes in her back as used her long, pointed fangs to dig through her muscles and pull out the head of the arrow in a spray of gore, her movements carefully controlled so the metal did not touch her lips. She spat the offending article ot the floor*
No knife. Im annoyed. A bottle of JD would be handy though, and some vodka.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 2:48 pm
Smirking faintly at her words, she shook her head before looking at her in surprise at her actions. She hadn't realized how double jointed Roan was, but there was a lot of things about the other woman she didn't know either. "It may be because I've not heard of the substance until recently, but I've never heard of anyone else being allergic to it. How come," she asked Roan, merely curious if Roan and the boys were the only ones that were and why or if it was just a rare thing. Hearing the words of alcohol, she nodded again before moving back towards the bar and grabbing a bottle of each. Moving back to Roan's side, she opened the bottles and handed them to her before grabbing a towel and tossing it into the floor to soak up some blood. No need for one to some how manage to trip on it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 2:53 pm
Dunno, just always have been. The kids dont seem to have inherited it, but who knows?
*She took the bottle of JD and sigged heavily form it, then poured the vodka over her wound, hissing as she did so. But the spreading blackness DID stop, and she nodded with satisfaction, then tore a piece form the towel and tied it around her leg, stopping the blood flow*
Damn humans are getting smarter every day. Didnt even know the ******** was there until it was too late... still. How are you holding up?
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 3:00 pm
At the question, she blinked in surprise and lifted her head to regard Roan for a moment before shrugging and looking away again. "I'm fine," she told her, before forcing a grin and looking towards the couch. It was clear she was trying to keep Roan from being worried or concerned about her - if she even would do such about her of all people. When looking at the couch, she shuddered slightly before dropping her gaze to her lap and idly toying with her skirt. "Maybe if I wasn't so weak," she murmured faintly, almost to herself more then to Roan. She had been taken advantage of twice now due to such and she knew it was her own fault, which only made it worse. Reaching up with one hand, she brushed her hair past her horns and behind her shoulders now before lifting her eyes to Roan's.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 3:03 pm
*Roan swigged again... then her arm blurred. Fingers locked into the back of Bella's hair, pulling her head back, exposing her throat*
Weak? Then get strong. What makes you weak? Do you fear pain? Or do you fear what it means to be strong? What battle means? Or is it emotional?
*Her eyes turned slowly to Bella, and she grinned*
I said Id teach you. Lets start. Just like I did Iden.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 3:08 pm
A faint cry of surprise came from her lips as she started to struggle out of reflex then relaxed as much as she could under Roan's gaze and hand. At the question of fearing pain,s she snorted softly thinking of the pain Ice had put her through when she had been his lover. She had grown use to pain and at times welcomed it, she didn't fear it in the least bit. It was a question though.. what was holding her back from being stronger. Mostly it was a mix of the fear of being strong and the emotional thoughts that came with it. Meeting Roan's eyes, she nodded to her words, "Alright," she murmured faintly to her. She knew what Roan had done to Iden, which made her a bit nervous, but she wouldn't stop it or make a fuss.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 3:11 pm
Then we sart at the beginning. As if you were a new childe under my wing. You bear Iden's blood, his skills are in you. I care not for the skils of a near-extinct clan, I care for the brutal efficiency that comes with MY blood. Brujah blood. Speed, strenth, indomitable will. These are the things I will teach you.
*she let go Bella's hair, and took her hand instead*
Unnaturally fast healing, stamina, drive. We start as if you know nothing.
*Her fingers twisted around Bella's suddenly, violently, snapping the smallest finger*
Heal it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 3:27 pm
Nodding to her and lifting her head from the counter top, she glanced down at her hand before back up to Roan's face. She was questioning the gesture with her eyes until the breaking, which caused her to let out a faint noise of surprise and pain before pushing the thoughts away and focusing on other things. At her words, Bella nodded wordlessly before focusing now on her finger and the broken bones. At least it was a clean break - less to mend and worry with. Keeping her eyes on Roan, she slowly let her finger heal back to normal. She knew she was slow compared to most and that Roan'd probably work on her speed due to such.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 3:30 pm
Not good enough.
*she twisted again, breaking another finger*
Wont get you anywhere in war. You're in the middle of a battle, Iden is down, your his only protection till he can get back up and the enemy is shooting at you. You need to be able to stop the bleeding as it happens, heal your wounds AND attack back all at once. Now. Concerntrate and do it faster.
*She again swigged from her drink, eyes hard and cold*
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 3:36 pm
The thought of Iden being in trouble and needing her help to keep him alive, let alone herself seemed to steel her more and made her think how important it was to know it. "I will not fail him," she told Roan, speaking faintly as she kept blocking out the pain in her fingers which were throbbing faintly due to Roan now. As she told her though, she started to block out the background and distracting thoughts and items about them. Only listening to Roan's words and the pain in her fingers while she focused on working faster but still healing her body correctly. She healed her next finger a small bit faster, but still not good enough for Roan and she knew it and also knew what was to come.
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