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 Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 3:56 pm
The hound was clearly admiring the dagger, looking over its delicate engravings. The blood was an unfortunate stain upon its beauty. She had seen a bit of blood before, never this much but enough that it didn't quite bother her. She leaned into her Summoner as she returned the blade.
It will all be alright. I will make sure of it.
Adin turned to her with a look that said he wasn't sure. A hound and an actor might not be enough force against a handful of well-trained assassins and their hounds. The woman seemed to be losing some of her commanding air. Maybe she as on her way out? He was torn between caring and just running away to burn his clothes.
"Nowhere," he responded. Maybe she'd be foggy enough to not notice the path they were taking.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 4:03 pm
It was nice to find someone who could respect the craftsmanship in that blade. Catherine hummed to herself just the slightest, keeping an eye on the hound as she looked it over. She wouldn't expect the hound to stab her, but that didn't mean it couldn't happen. Though as the blade was returned, she seemed to relax just the slightest, re-sheathing it.
Renthi was unsure of what to think of the other hound, and quietly prodded at her the slightest.
Hey. You. What's your name?
They haven't turned her in to the police yet, so they might just be good people? People he can get to know? Being the only hound in the household is a little lonely after all, and he doesn't often get to socialize.
"Hmm. Shame." She frowns. She knows this part of town, whether or not he wants her to or not. It's part of her job, and she likely is trying to deduce where they're headed from there.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 4:12 pm
Izsi turned to the other hand, one ear laying flat to her head. She was a big girl, broad and muscular, and she didn't seem too intent on sharing anything with this murderess and her summon. Adin was nervous, and so she was hesitant. Then again, a name was nothing between two hounds. They had come from the same land. They knew the rules that came with survival.
Izsula, she responded, Who are you, and who is this?
"Quite." Adin is mumbling as he half-drags the woman through the streets. What if someone saw them? It'd be all over the tabloids, and he'd be doomed to languish in prison for the rest of his life, for harboring a fugitive or taking part in a crime that, frankly, he didn't want to know anything about. Whether he liked it or not, though, his heart and his anxiety won out. He could not leave a woman to die, nobody deserved that. He also didn't want to be stabbed to death by a clan of angry, skilled killers. He would just have to be careful and send her on her way as soon as she could.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 4:21 pm
Renthi hadn't quite expected to get an answer and jumped the slightest, obviously surprised. WELL. Someone was going to be social! He could have a.....friend?
Renthi, hound extraordinaire. He grins, tossing his head back proudly. And if you're referring to my summoner... There's a slight pause, permission being passed between the two silently, Catherine. No last name, no harm. There were plenty of Catherines in the country after all!
Catherine didn't much care about jail or tabloids. She wasn't important, or at least not important enough. It was doubtful anyone would come to avenge her death if he did leave her to bleed out, she doubted she'd be missed. But Adin didn't need to know that. He was going to help her, she hoped.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 4:27 pm
Izsi demonstrated a very human-like gesture in rolling her eyes up to the sky. Extraordinaire indeed! Hopefully he wasn't planning on coming to find her after this. In fact, she had better make sure.
She says that it is not all her blood. My Summoner does not take kindly to forced assistance. She did not share the woman's name with Adin. She knew he didn't want to know.
Lucky for Catherine, Adin did not live far from his nighttime haunt. They were coming up on his street when he began to falter. He was lucky that she was light, or the hesitation might have been less emotional and more physical.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 4:33 pm
He was. He swore he was, really. Did this ladyhound not believe him. He'd have to prove it to her.
Well...MOST of it is hers to be honest. It wasn't a good night. Renthi folds his ears back the slightest, eyes looking down at the path. The blood on the blade isn't hers though. That much I can guarantee.
She didn't seem to be paying attention, to be honest, focusing on breathing through the pain that kept on shooting up her leg, instead of keeping an eye on the street signs. But she knew this area. She'd been here, years ago, when she was still learning the city. Part of the job.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 5:28 pm
Izsi had ceased to pay attention to the other hound by then. Catherine may feel her feet lifting as the green beasts psychically hefts her. Blood that might have fallen onto the lawn is falling into the invisible cusp of some unspoken force. Adin is now able to more easily bring the woman inside, through the hall and into the bathroom. He places her in the tub, and the blood falls free. Izsi seems only slightly upset, her ears folded back.
"Check to see if there's any blood on the carpet..."
The hound retreated, going back for the hall. It was entirely possible that some might have fallen through.
Adin meanwhile shook his head at the young woman now splayed in his tub.
"You realize that you're probably going to die doing this, right? I'd really rather you didn't die in my house."
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 6:14 pm
Catherine was grateful to be off of her bad leg, and simply let herself be carried, raising an eyebrow at the use of magic. Interesting, interesting....But she did have to admit it was a good way to keep her from bleeding all over the place. Finally able to relax in the tub, she watched the blood start to slip down the drain, frowning. Well. Maybe she was worse off than she thought.
"I need a sewing needle and some thread. Maybe something to sterilize the needle too." She hummed, not seeming to mind the comment about her imminent demise. She fussed with the boot on her bad leg, though eventually took a deep breath, and held it. In one strong tug, the boot finally came out with a ripping sound, and she tipped it to drain out the crimson liquid that had gathered in it. The back was completely ripped open, like it had been cut.
Renthi seemed content to stay outside for the moment, knowing he probably had some blood on him. No use messing up the carpet.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 6:23 pm
How strangely considerate, for a hound that had previously been growling a death sentence! The oddity was not lost on Izsi as she trolled around the hall. There were indeed a couple of drips, but she didn't have the thumbs available to clean them up. She went to the door and stared at Renthi instead.
If you don't come inside, I'm closing you out.
Adin gave a put-out huff and suddenly disappeared into the living room. From a wooden bench he pulled a small sewing kit. He wasn't about to give up the necessary stuff to a woman he'd rather never see again, but he could spare a single needle and a spool of odd-colored thread. Green, perhaps? He arrived back in the bathroom with both and poured some rubbing alcohol into a cup. That was the best he could do with what he had. He wasn't about to go looking for his lighter while a woman bled to death.
"No, really. Don't die." He bent the needle before dropping it into the burning stuff, and cut a great length from the spool. He had gotten stitches before, and it was nothing like this. Boy, this was like something from the dramas, wasn't it? He sterilized a pair of nail scissors for a time before he handed the cup to the murderess.
"Good luck."
He took a seat on the toilet to... keep her company? Make sure she didn't bleed on the carpet? Keep her from stealing his possessions?
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 6:41 pm
Renthi huffed, finally coming inside, though he kept near the entrance, not willing to stain the carpet any more than it already was. Catherine had already chided him, he wasn't about to be chided by a stranger and his strange hound.
Fine. Inside I am, Miss Izsula.
Meanwhile, Adin came back to find the woman holding a shard of metal in her hand, having presumably pulled it from her calf. "I won't die. I've had worse." That in and of itself seems rather...sad. She's had worse, she's gotten even closer to dying before. She doesn't even seem to bat an eye at being hurt, and it's not until she pulls back the armor around her shoulder and middle that he'll see why. She's absolutely covered in scars.
"Thank you, I'll make sure to keep it quick." She hums, threading the needle with little trouble before she got to work. How many times had she done this?
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 6:47 pm
Izsi blinked at Renthi. He sure was polite, wasn't he?
Come with me.
She led him into the kitchen, onto the tiles. Tile was much easier to clean than carpet or wood, as she had learned through Adin. She knew she wouldn't have wanted to leave her Summoner alone while wounded, so she supposed she should offer that same courtesy to Renthi. She did crane her neck around the doorway to try and get a look at the pair in the bathroom, but was blocked by the front wall. Hopefully nobody was getting any more hurt.
Adin figured that she had done this at least once before, considering how casually she had asked for supplies to stitch herself up. She had been rather vehement about not going to the doctor as well. How many of those scars had needed stitches?
She wasn't just a murderer. She was a serial killer. Hell, she might have been a legitimate assassin. He didn't think those existed any more.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 8:35 am
Ren doesn't hesitate in following the other hound, being careful about how he steps, just in case he does drip anything on the carpet. However, once on the tile, he seems to relax, settling down to watch Izsi look towards the bathroom. She'll be fine. This has happened many times before. He tries to soothe her, closing his eyes. Just a needle and thread will do her fine. From the jagged look of a few of them, the majority he could see, fairly often seemed to be the answer. Someone in her line of work had to know how to do this after all, there was no telling when or where she'd need to keep herself from bleeding out. Without even the slightest hesitation she began to stitch herself up, starting with the wound on her shoulder. There wasn't even a wince as the needle began to pierce and tug her skin together, almost as if she was numb to it by now. "Sorry about your shirt." She murmurs after a while, keeping her eye on her work as she continues. "I'll make the trouble worth it."
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:16 pm
Izsi watched the other hound enter and sat down on the tile. It was a cool evening and she was frankly a bit hungry. She wasn't in the mood to hear about a murderer or her daily life, nor did she particularly care what a hound who had threatened her had to say. Still, it wouldn't do to be rude. She offered a little nod and turned her eyes back toward the bathroom.
Adin looked down to his shirt, and held his arms out at his sides as if he had never seen it before. He hadn't thought that she'd leaked this much. He was going to have to ditch the shirt...
With an annoyed huff, he pulled it off and looked himself over again. At least it hadn't seeped through. He rose and went to the living room to toss the garment into the wood stove. He would have to decimate that later.
"Oh, no you wont," he said as he left the room and continued as he walked back, "I'll consider my life payback enough, thank you." He never wanted to see this woman again, for sure.
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 12:14 am
If Renthi was hungry, he certainly wasn’t making it known for once. The usually greedy hound was now eager for something else, something he wasn’t getting of. Izsi’s attention was somewhere else, and he wasn’t pleased about it. He wanted to hear about how her experience in this world had been so far, and wasn’t about to be ignored! With a growling huff, he finally settled in right up against her, looking up at her expectantly. Just going to ignore me are you?Indeed, she had leaked far much more than he had noticed before, but at the least the undershirt was salvageable. That at least made it worth it at least? With Adin leaving to be rid of the bloodstained fabric, she finished up the work on her shoulder, moving to the cut up the back of her thigh without the slightest hesitation. Surely they’d be hurting… “If you insist on such, I suppose I cannot push.” She frowns, glancing up to him once. “….Live all by yourself?” It was an honest question at the least, but she was making mental notes of what she’d have to do to really pay him back…at least in a way that wouldn’t be pushy or involve too much effort…Or at least seem like it to him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 12:37 pm
Izsi turned to look at the insistent male. He certainly wasn't going to give up, was he? The poor thing must have been totally devoid of social experience, or else just didn't get out much. Either way, it struck a kind of pity in her heart and she offered a little sigh.
This situation is unusual for those of us not involved in murder, certainly. My Summoner has never seen someone stitch themselves, although he has been stitched by medical professionals, himself. You know, there are certain specifications a wound must meet before it can be decided to require stitching... Realizing that the other hound may not care, she stopped there. We make it a point to not harm others who do not deserve or wish to be harmed.
Adin just laughed. He wasn't about to inform an assassin that he lived alone. Why, yes! Come the middle of the night, I am generally all on my lonesome, unless you happen to catch a sibling sleepover in which case you may find those entirely defenseless fleshbags as well. Might want to stab the big one first, he can put up a fight.
Then again, Izsi was always there.
"With my hound. Not always alone." He really would prefer he never meet any of this woman's cohorts.
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