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 Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 7:29 pm
With the way Jysayne was curseing, Ryn was having doubts about letting him lay a hand on his wound. "Hold on I can-Gah!" He felt the blade slip out of his back..and Goddess it left a burning sensation in place. Ryn closed his eyes tightly as the removal caused a new stream of hotness flow from the wound. He heard Jy snap his order at him, and Ryn forced his arm to bend back despite the pain so he could try and press his fingertips to the cloath. "Yeah sure. Shouldn't be any harder then pulling a damn blade out of the same spot." He hissed in response to the others angry and offsetting mood. Ryn's yellow eyes snapped over where Jysayne was checking on the water. "I take it this part of the Underdark is not to your likeing then. Happen to upset someone here abouts have you?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 7:41 pm
Jysayne mmmed, fishing out the thread and needle with a knitting needle's hook. He measured and snipped threading the needle expertly. "Sorry...." He sigh, dipping a extra cloth into the hot water returning to clean and stich the wound. "Lets say..this is not where I wanted to be." He shook his head, pulling out the cloth to clean up the wound in sure firm but gentle motions. "Thankfully it's not a large wound so stitching it will be easy enough and likely it will not scar." He pressed the edges together, looking at Ryn. "Ready?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 10:17 pm
Ryn did his best to hold the cloth in place. His arm ached in protest, but aside from his small growl and a unhappy set to his lips, he did not comment more on the awkward positioning. he found it easier to focus on Jysayne and his obvious dislike of his current position. Perhaps he had run afoul of someone in the city? Were he a bounty hunter or a thief he might have been inclined to try and weasel out more information that he could use for some sort of betrayal... But such tactics were not Ryn's type. Sneaky and manipulative was more of a mage's choice. And Ryn had a distinct interest in making himself as less like a mage as possible.
He was grateful to release the rag to Jysayne, and resumed sitting looking forwards with his palms on his knees. His eyes swept over the empty building before him thoughtfully while listening with one ear to Jysayne. "Good. I'm not overly fond of scars." he commented while glanceing one yellow eye over his shoulder at his 'nurse'. "If I must have a scar I want it to have... well. I want it to be worth the marring of my flesh." He exhaled slowly as he felt Jysayne pinching the flesh together. "Neh. Yes. Go ahead. If it's small this should be done in just a few minutes. I can manage a little more pain."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 11:11 am
Jysayne lips twitch. "It is better to have a scar performing a great deed then have one caused by foolishness. Much less embarrassing." He poke the needle though the flesh, closing up the gap in quick stitches. "It is understandable. I have a tattoo of three flowers across my shoulder. If you care to have a look." He kept stitching, keeping up idle chatter to distract Ryn. "I was sold to a house to pay a blood debt."
He finished the last stitch, tied the knot and cleaned up the wound. "Almost done," he paused, looking up listening. "And cousin will be here soon to fix up the rest of it." He tossed the needle into the pot of boiling water to clean it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 3:07 am
"Blood debt?" Ryn asked as Jysayne performed the stitching. The pain somehow seemed worse from that tiny little needle in compare to the dagger wound itself. How was that possible? Ryn focused on the topic of conversation in order to redirect his attention from his wound. "How do the three flowers tie into your sale? Are you just a slave then?" Ryn wrinkled his nose, more in response to the pull of the thread then anything else. With the information offered he felt he ought to give something back at the least. "I am just a simple mercenary. Not much to my tale then that."
He did not relax the muscles in his back, even as Jysayne would inform him that he was almost done. Wait...what? Ryn shifted on the stool so he could look at the robed male. "Fix up the rest? What more needs be done. The dagger is out and the wound is stitched. Why should I wait for this cousin of yours?" Unless the male wanted another present to try something. Ryn's yellow eyes narrowed slightly. It would not be the first time a pair had taken advantage of him after all....
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 5:39 am
"Mmm, I killed two guards of a noble matron. In some area's all life has a price. I must have intrested her in some ways because she was the one that started my training and tattooed the three bloosom of her house on my back...I was not very happy about that." Or his mother for not paying. He knew she had enough to make the price but sold him off anyways. The other shook his head, clearning the unpleasant thought. She was dead. That was it.
Jysayne snick. "Illy bought my bound and he could knit up the damanged muscle. It would do so by itself of course but it would take longer." He shrugged walking out. "Besides, how to expect to get your stiches out when you are done healing?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 7:49 pm
Ryn slowly moved, so as not to pull on the stitchs. He shifted in his seat so he could keep Jysayne in his sight while they talked. "Well that sounds rather reasonable. Your fortunate she didn't do worse to you. Some Matrons I know would have not been half as kind to stop at simple tattooing, and training would have been out of the question." Ryn made a slight gesture with one hand. "Then there is the favor the guards could have carried. Had one of them been a consort your fortunate to not have taken his place." He paused for a moment following and considered. While being healed up would be a good thing... he did not know of any males that were given the blessing of healing. Those that he had heard of...were certainly not touched by the Spider Goddess... Ryn rolled his shoulders as he casually commented. "So then this Illy person is a mage of sorts?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 6:17 pm
Jysayne reached up gripping rough stone, head tilted back as he listened, hanging half out of the broken door way. “My mother became a cripple to allow my life, no matter how high class that Matron mother was she would destroy her if I died.” His eyes closed and he audibly whispered. “Like she destroyed her own house till nothing but rubble remained. So Ryn, she allowed me to be sold; yet, she died just recently to bestow I and my cousin time. “ He shook his head, leaning against the door pulling out the pins and ties till his hair was loose. “Of sorts I guess you could say. Illy craft is a class on to its self.”
The other breath deep, a slight smile framing his face. "Which you be meeting very soon Ryn, if you care to stay."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 1:24 am
"It sounds like a very complicated tale. Ryn would finally manage to reply. He understood complex, to a degree. Though his was no where near as confuseing. His was pretty strait forwards and frustrating. Ryn shook his head from side to side slowly as he watched Jysayne pulling things from his hair to loosen it. His back was still hurting him, a dull angry burning that was, he supposed, in protest of the sticthing. he should be lieing down somewhere with a warm rag or cold rag on the wound.
Ryn's amber eyes slid across the floor and towards the door. he should leave. having two strange drow in his presence made him feel...vulnerable. Who knew what they could plan when he was in such a state. It wasn't like he was comepletely incapable of protecting himself, but he was certainly at a disadvantage."And tell me..what more might it cost me to get this healing he has the skill to perform?" Ryn asked after a sullen moment. He feared this cousin was a heretic...if so he would understand why Jyses had been on edge when he had appeared. Ryn had no desire to get caught up with heretics...he was already walking a fine line as it was.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 1:40 pm
"Mmm, complications are common here I believe." Jysayne slid the pins away in their catches hidden in his sleeves. "Cousin probably would do it as practice...it is a rather new way his version of healings." He looked up, eyeing the roofing before turning around, pulling himself up and out of Ryn's sight. "Are you afraid to be out numbered Ryn? Or is it something else that is eating you? Religion perhaps?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 9:07 pm
"Granted that. Life itself is a complicated tale. For both those involved in it and those who are merely bystanders." Ryn cryptically remarked. What was Jysayne doing? He found himself only partly relieved to hear it would cost him nothing to have the healing accomplished. It would not be the first time he had made use of a novice healers skill before. They tended to be cheaper, and in all honesty, people did not think to ask the trainee's about those they tended to when attempting to hunt down a drow that was likely to get hurt a lot. Trainee's were sort of... under the notice of suspicion usually.
Ryn felt a moment of alarm when Jysayne pulled himself out the window and onto the roof. He rose, winceing slightly at the pull of the skin against the thread, and moved to the same opening. He paused though, as the vanished male would quite easily pin point the source of his unease. "It is only reasonable to be concerned over this cousin you speak of. For all I know you have only patched me up with the intent to overpower and sell me later. If your in such a bad position, you could certainly use the money." He wasn't going to touch the religion question. That was akin to picking up a hot coal bare handed. he didn't want to know if they were. he wanted to use their services and leave without learning something that could make his life difficult later on...
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 5:17 am
Slim fingers ran over the cherry wood handle of his glaive, it was instinct when others started to get, mmm, agitated to rotate to large more deadly hand on weapon. Plus with the high ground if slightly perilous giving the slight slant of the damn roof he had the advantage of reach and height. But, that wasn't the only thing he came up here for.
"Ryn, if we where to sell you I would not have bother patching you up in the first place. Sometimes less questions are asked when ones are just selling parts." He muttered dwelling though his bag before grinning pulling out the bone compact mirror and flipped it open. "I thought I should warn cousin you are here before he gets the wrong idea.” Jysayne bit his thumb hard enough to draw blood smearing it across the bottom before whispering his cousin name. “As for money, cousin was handling that venture when he left.”
Hopeful.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 8:05 pm
He could not see him from where he stood. Ryn was not about to crawl up after him either. With a sour expression, he withdrew from the window and had to settle for simply speaking with Jysayne. Somehow he did not find the other's assurances easy to swallow. He could have been lieing after all. "Oh yes, that makes me feel better, knowing you know such things." He replied in a dour voice. Though, as Jysayne spoke of warning his cousin...Ryn had to blink.
"Warn him how? And what sort of idea is the wrong idea?" He poked his head out the window again and attempted to peer upwards. Hnn, they were..."How..abouts was he getting money?" Was he getting them work? Selling something? Ryn had to admitt, his own coin purse was too light for his comfort...if this cousin of his knew where to find jobs....
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 6:32 am
Jysayne leaned over, grinning as it was an almost collision with Ryn's head. "Mmm, " He dangled the mirror in Ryn's face. "Some how my cousin managed to make long distance communication devises." He sucked his hurt finger, washing away the traces of blood. "Just really kind of inconvenient to activate them...and I rather not have him spaz out.”
He hauled himself back on the roof. “Just taking care of some unfinished business Ryn,” hopefully. Back to the some what glowing mirror that demanding his attention to …leave a message? Of all the…“Illy the man here is non-combative. So just answer your mirror or at least listen to this message.” He growled, flopping on the roof clicking the mirror shut with a firm snick. “Of all times.”
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:29 pm
Ryn's head jerked back at the near collision, and he shifted back a step when Jysayne revealed the very odd looking object. Magic obviously..and blood based magic at that. Was this cousin a necromancer? Lovely...There was far too many traits to this encounter that felt eeriely like a mocking of his past. Or perhaps it was all a warning? If there was a message in all of this Ryn was not going to wrack his mind trying to draw connections. He was no Seer or Diviner. Ryn re-approched the window once Jysayne had drawn himself back up. If he hadn't a stitched wound on his back, Ryn would have been tempted to crawl up on top with the small male. As it was, he settled for sitting upon the windowsill and peering out.
He would wait. The promise of a full healing was too much for him to turn on. Plus, if the pair turned out to be heretics or on the run then he might profit a bit by their situation in some way. Ryn disliked feeling like scavanger but..really...if neitehr were combat oriented... "So then..tell me. Is it rather important that this cousin of yours is forwarned of my presence? Am I that much of potential threat?" Non-combative his tight black a**... He may be wounded but..well..maybe he wasn't in the proper state to fight if some easily startled male wandered in...
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