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 Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:22 pm
Rain was indeed physically fit and built, having fought his way through life with little more than his fists. As he had explained to someone else recently, Rain was born and raised to be a weapon; fighting was as soothing for his soul as classical music, a good book, or a walk through an art gallary is for other people. Normal people. Towards his mid-to-late twenties and into his thirties, he had found more reasons to exist than just to fight, but he still kept himself in shape nonetheless. "Yeah, I've noticed that problem with him too. Being fairly new to the area, I spent some time when we first arrived at the arena with my captain, Sierra, who I guess is betrothed to him or something. He's far too flashy and far too reckless. In my opinion, the only reason he keeps winning is he aims to please the crowds, to the point of great disrespect to his opponents. I enjoy fighting a worthy, or even superior opponent, but I couldn't see myself having anything resembling fun if I had to fight him." He snorted once, grinning as he looked right into Kalis's eyes. "But the guy's got the talent, I'll admit this much. And you did well, considering. Competing against a fan favorite when you're playing for points is never easy, believe you me."Kalis "Ah. So it's you and her. That guy.... er... I'd gotten an impression I might have to play bouncer." he shrugged, cracking a small, sheepish grin. "But, yeah. That'll be good to take her mind off of issues just now too." Rain frowned at the thought of someone as cheery as Owle being sad from losing someone dear to her, but he had just heard her yelling at people angrily just moments before.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 5:26 pm
Luke was asked to make Lunch. Lunch, in a kitchen that was not his own... He hadn't even been in a kitchen for a good year and a half. When Owle steals a peek at him, Luke is looking two things at the same time. Hopelessly glum at having upset the woman, and Hopelessly lost as he is expected to make a meal in a kitchen that isn't his own. The changes exacted were somewhat semi-permenant, his face softened, however, as his focus wasn't directed on the change now. He still looked feral, animal-esque, but... not so bad. He was just a big, big puppy.
When Kalis leaves, and Owle heads down the stairs, rather slumpy. Obviously feeling bad. And lost. And she seems to be some point to a compass. So he followed her. He would lean against the door jamb as she entered the bathroom, looking down, and with his back to her.
"I'm sorry, yanno? It's just... I'm lost. Nothing I know is here, Nothing I loved is here, and I've changed, beyond my wildest dreams. I can lift a sword, I can swing it with force... Before the Void, On Earth... I would have never been able to do that, eh? It was all some glorified hope... But... Now it's reality, but at the same time, I can't but help think it isn't. What if this is just a dream? I'm in a Coma, on Earth, and nothing I do or say has an impact? ... But if that's the case, then why am I worried about my actions?" He rambles, here, on and on.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:37 pm
To the whole competition? Kalis shrugged.
"Well, I'll admit, he threw me through a loop. I'm used to being the lightweight- in battle, not one on one. But then, that's a long time ago." The man that looked back at him was halfway between a lazy relief and idle examination of the man in front of him. Somewhere in the early twenties- or just before- Kalis didn't look much impressive or special except for the armored gloves and boots, and the hand and a half sword over his back. Though the eyes, dark brown- seemed nearly red to the eye.
"Some guy was bugging her." he waved it off, and held the hand out in a belated greeting when he lowered it- for a hand shake. "Her kid- by adoption, Rand- got treed be a wolf. This fellow ran it off for 'em, and he's been talking up a storm. Good intentions, but pushy. I think he said something wrong and didn't think to shut up, but I'm not asking her just yet." he shuddered in feigned fright. "Anyhow, missed your name. Or forgot. I'm weak with that stuff."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 8:01 pm
"??" Rain paused for a moment, as if taken aback by the offered handshake. Then Kalis inquired as to Rain's identity, and he shed a single sweatdrop of embarassment. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you would have caught it from Ms. Isohos or something. Rather presumptuous of me, isn't it? Rain Yupa, formally of team Liberi Fatali. Pleased to meet you, Sir Acineres." He shook the extended hand with a firm, but not aggressive, grip, smiling politely.
"Well, I'm glad things are okay then. With her son, I mean. If she's still not too angry over whatever that guy said, do you think you could send her up here when she has a moment? I was waiting out here, as to not freak out that lady when she woke up that a strange man is relaxing in an unknown bedroom with her. Usually not something a girl would enjoy waking up to, y'know? But with more people around, it won't be AS alarming. Especially if its people she knows, and even if only slightly, she would recognize you two from before." With the hand that he had shaken Kalis's with, he turned slightly to open the door quietly, just a crack.
He glanced in, though the door was not open enough yet to reveal the bed. He returned his gaze to the younger man, and nodded once. "I'm going to wait in here now, to make sure she's okay. I want to check on her, since I've been here for a little bit before you arrived. I couldn't even feel her turn or move around while my back was against the door, so I'm a bit worried about her and what happened to her. I don't want to try anything to help her until I know what Ms. Isohos actually did to subdue her. Try not to delay too long, just in case." Rain's face was rather somber now, genuinally worried about his mock-patient in the next room.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 1:51 pm
Sir...
Ungh.
"Don't worry about it." he nodded absently, returning the firm grip for a moment. "I'll go talk to her. I'm sure she won't be long." Kalis slid his fingers into his pockets, hooking the thumbs around the outside and craned his neck just enough to look inside. Wasn't exactly much to see, but it wasn't as if he'd been expecting anything in particular.
He turned away a moment, without explenation, and stepped down the hall, one slow but long stride at a time, until he came to a door just like the others. Twisting the handle, he opened it, stopping to look inside, and pushed it full open when he saw it was empty.
A hand went to his chest, closing around the clasp over his chest. With a snap, the sheathed sword fell from his back, wipping the upper part of the strap up over his shoulder to follow it. Kalis hoisted it by the lower part of the strap, and tossed the blade lazily onto the bed. Next came the gauntlets. Turning the underside of his forearms up, he loosened all the straps on the left, then the right, and locked his fingers to the knuckle. With a lazy pull, his right hand slide out, and he grabbed the heavy leather finger tips, and slid the second out after. Again, he tossed them over onto the bed, followed by his waist pack, before he decided he was content and turned back out to the hall.
"Sorry then, anyway. I wasn't keeping up on the other teams too well." Which was fully honest. That one man, Vahn, he'd had been supposed to be some really big deal in it all. He hadn't even bothered looking at the posters plastered all over long enough to recognize the guy, much less find out his name. Considering he hadn't cared about much beyond his own team, maybe it was fitting it had ended up how it did. But that could change.
He stuck his hands away again, and took the steps down, one at a time. And slowed part way down, perking an ear up and opting not to charge in and interrupt the conversation right off. Instead, he waited out of sight, just by the foot of the stairs. But not for too long.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 2:24 pm
Rain nodded at Kalis as he nearly disrobed ( eek ), and went down the hall towards downstairs, to presumably where Owle was. He then turned and stepped through the door, leaving it ajar as he went to check on Kira. She seemed to still be alright, though something didn't seem quite right. Her chest was still rising and falling slightly, but there was something he couldn't quite place. Frowning, he approached the side of the bed, and looked down at her inquisitively, rubbing his chin. As probably a learned behavior as a father, he reached down and felt her forehead with the back of his hand. Skysong Moonsword Even with the room temperature rising, the sudden lack of body heat would chill her. Goosebumps would soon cover her whole body, but they wouldn't be seen: she was in long sleeves and pants. Maybe some would show on her neck.
In her coma-esque state, however she had been positioned would be how she remained. She would not curl up to preserve heat, nor would she move when limbs fell asleep. Occasionally, a tremor would pass through her; her body made only slight attempts to shiver and make heat.
Hell, she was a reptile in human's clothing, to alter the old proverb. She wasn't exactly used to thermoregulation. he exclaimed, then felt her cheek with his palm. She was cold. She was dressed warmly, and his gaze darted to the thermostat, which read 68 degrees fahrenheit. She should not be this cold! He jogged over and cranked it up to the highest setting, then zoomed back to her side. The room temperature would steadily climb now, though Rain still pulled the sheets she was laying on out from under her and draped them over her, up to her neck. He would then keep checking her pulse and face for signs of returning warmth, but not be medically wise enough to know what to do about the symptoms she was showing. "What did they do to you, lady?" he asked her, though not expecting an answer from her still form.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 7:54 pm
During the move, she would be nothing short of dead weight. Not a sound would escape her, either.
The covers would help Kira to trap what little heat she was making; enough to slow, then stop her occasional shivers. Yet, she would remain chilled to the touch.
In all senses, the woman was a heat sink: regardless of the ambient temperature of her surroundings, she would continue to pull any heat into her body, until her warmth needs are satisfied. This includes living beings, as well; especially mammals, since they generate their own heat very nicely. The only circumstances in which she would give off heat would have to be similar to a sweltering heat wave.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 7:56 am
Owle didn't notice Luke following her until she turned around to close the door of the rest room. Not like she needed privacy to salve arms already left bare by the tank top she was wearing, but it was just reflex to close the door. And it would give her a moment to calm down, and rethink her actions.
So she just gave Luke a look, and forced herself to close the door. She did not, however, lock it.
Through the door, his voice drifted to her, and she listened to his words as squeezed the salve out of the container. For a moment she was silent, though he might sense muted pity overlaying a kind of stubborn anger that refused to yield.
"So...you're another one who was tossed to another world," Owle said at last. She sighed heavily. "I'm sorry I snapped at you, but...don't ever imply that I'm anything more or less than what a human is. Humans are my equals, even if my body does weird things."
She paused, and decided to let the topic of Rand drop. It might start him arguing with her again, and that was not something she wanted.
"As far as what you should do goes...if this place is just a dream, you may as well enjoy it before you wake up, neh?"
Her arms started to tingle as she slathered the ointment on them, working it into the burned skin.
"Who the hell cares if you're going to have impact or not? Enjoy your life, and most of all, just live it. That's my motto, anyway."
Owle had stopped searching for a higher purpose a long time ago. She believed that what she did was meaningful, because it was meaningful to her and, occasionally, to those she loved around her. If she could live life just to live it...well, that was enough.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 4:09 pm
Luke simply would sigh and paw his face, running both palms from forehead to chin, before letting his arms drop.
"Yeah. I guess so."
A short, brief laugh broke from him.
"I used to preach the same, back home." If she could see his face, his eyes were distant and a soft smile plastered his lips, borderline a dreamy grin as he contemplated his previous life, that had finally seemed to be hooking itself up in all the right ways, only to be dashed by various divine, supernatural interventions.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 6:48 pm
"See? You didn't even need me to tell you," Owle replied, smiling as she opened the door once more. The container of ointment was closed, her hands working to twist the cap firmly on. The flesh on her arms still looked burnt and angry, but now it had the faint sheen of rubbed in medicinal gook.
She shut the bathroom door behind her, and looked towards the stairs. She wondered how Kalis was faring up there...
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 7:11 pm
And a good time to wonder, at that. Kalis stepped out about then, straight into Owle's line of sight at that point. He held out and arm, and flicked the wrist up, waving her over.
He sorta felt bad interrupting this guy again and again- but, y'know, the first time he'd needed it. This time, somebody else needed it. Maybe once the whole mess was over he'd go bug off and let the guy cling on Owle until he was satisfied. For some reason the thought made him just a touch bitter, but he discounted that.
It would have been sort of silly to think for some reason that he could go chasing people away so he could have free access to the Owlie-bird when he liked. He wasn't evenimmediately talking with her or anything. Well, actually-
"Redhead and the Yupa guy are upstairs. There's still something up with her, and I think you know more about this sort of thing than either of us." he quirked his head up the stairs, and stepped to the side enough to let her go up past him. "Whatever 'this' is, anyhow. Medically, or magically, or even general womanly issues. I'm not sure what's up, but she's out like a light, and he's worried."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 7:25 pm
He beckoned, and she hastened over to him, a little anxious now. Kalis didn't look too happy, and Owle feared she'd sent him straight into the lion's maw...as if by sending him upstairs he'd sprung some trap Kintaka had meant for her.
He spoke before she could, which meant the nervous questions stilled inside her. Slowly, she allowed herself to calm down, glad nothing untoward had happened to him. Though, she was a little reluctant to head upstairs...she should be glad to go help out, and Rain was a friend, but...
Something about the way she had been shunted to the bathroom, then to the upstairs, bothered her. She'd been hoping to get a spare moment to just relax, hang around with Kalis and just...be with him. Talk, and laugh, maybe have a nice light lunch and a salad with some kind of fruity vinaigrette.
"I guess I'd better go take a look," Owle said, nodding. "I can probably do more for her here than I could there...but it looked like she just needed some rest. Probably the best thing we can do for now is make her comfortable, and bring her dinner if she's awake by then."
She glanced up the stairs, as if she could diagnose Kira from here. "If she doesn't wake up by tomorrow...we'll need to get her to a hospital. I don't like the idea of it, but they might see something we don't."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 11:55 pm
Luke frowned at the goop, but smiled at Kalis as he came down and the two merged once more. He'd smile, and move over, digging in his pockets... Mmm, pockets. So useful! He'd produce acewrap, two rolls of it. These he holds with a thoughtful look on his face, still rummaging in his pockets. He'd produce gauze! w00! Gauze! Equally awesome as the Acewrap and Pockets!
He remains silent, waiting for her to either accept or decline. Or just walk off as one is wont to do.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 10:59 am
"What possibly could have let the master allow this trip?" A servant in a black tuxedo, wearing the family crest of the Mellancamps on his jacket, whispered to the carriage driver. The pale Welsh face had a perplexed look about it, glancing about the sand as though he'd never seen such a beach in his life.
"I hear the boy up and lied to Lord Mellancamp, telling 'em he was speculating or somethin' 'bout the land 'ere fer some new fact'ry or 'nother." The Irish driver responded in kind, shrugging his shoulders. He was in some gray slacks and a worn dress shirt over a dirtied white shirt, and his black hair set him apart from the blonds which he worked for most often.
"Oh... when Lord Oliver finds out..." The servant spoke in almost terrified tone, shaking his head as he spoke with the driver agreeing in a solemn nod.
Completely oblivious on his behalf, Jhaun Mellancamp was enjoying the scenery outside the carriage window. It was quite the bumpy ride, nothing like the streets of London he was typically brought about, but that was tolerable. The lean built Englishman with the girlish figure and dull blue gray eyes was dressed in a black and white flannel long sleeve, with some black slacks and a black jacket to match. He was never one for fashion, but he claimed he wore black since it matched his hair.
From time to time during the ride, Jhaun would bounce on the velvet cushion when 'er the carriage itself took a bigger bounce. He was quick to make sure no one was watching, and then would grab his only company to his lap. It was a book with some cryptic look to the cover, with old High English written inside. The young man had never really taken to other languages in the academy, but had researched old High English and Latin vigorously once given this book.
Glancing at something inside the book, the driver suddenly interrupted Jhaun's concentration.
"Y'ung master, come out look at this!" The Irishman was pointing to the Firebrand, "There be some property already established 'ere."
By some twist of fate or imagination, the carriage had stumbled through the boundries of time and space from England to the Firebrand in Gaia. Now, Jhaun knew how to get here, but he'd not told any of his fellows the magic he'd worked on this particular carriage to get here.
"Excellent! You two wait here by the beach, I'll go explore that structure there myself." Jhaun was a staunch fan of history, fantasy, and things straight out of the ordinary. While he may have never seemed brave or anything special back home, it was because he was dreadfully bored with reality and daydreaming of moments like this.
The servant peeked his head over the side to look at the now exiting Jhaun, with an even more perplexed look. "I..." He wanted to protest, because it was his job to keep the young Mellancamp from harm, but he was shocked at the same time that Jhaun was seeming to have a brave bone in that girlish figure of his.
"I'll be alright Chaz, I promise. Just stay here and keep the carriage safe... and the horses." Jhaun placed the book into his jacket, and took a red cane from within the carriage. He spoke the bit about the horses in a less enthusiastic tone, betraying him and showing some of his distaste for the creatures. They were mere beasts afterall, weak to the will of even the dumbest men, and surely not as important as the carriage itself which was his ticket back to England.
If he indeed wanted to go back at all.
So, with much importance in his step, Jhaun walked up to the Firebrand and inside. The smells, the decor, all of it was being drunken in by the eyes of the 5'11" Englishmen. First thought was to ask where he was, and second if there was anything to drink or eat here. Stories of those in the Occult told of some distant lands, and Jhaun decided that finding what they ate or drank would clue him into what such land he was in if he was in one of them.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 1:55 pm
"I guess so. I'm not really an expert beyond... y'know, bandaging and bracing." he shrugged, and stepped down out of the well, as if leaving the empty spot to emphasize that she should go up. She seemed oddly reluctant too... but he couldn't be sure why, or if it wasn't even something else.
There wasn't much to say, so he simply patted her shoulder as he passed, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Who knows. Maybe she just needs a little care and some sleep. Figure you'd be tired after a spectacle like that."
Kalis, for his part, did have some things he wanted to look into. First of all, was making sure everyone was alright though. And while Owle would be better suited to that than him, he'd probably be pretty useful getting the pair just returning from a morning of spectacle, excitement, violence, excertion, and the general things expected of a match with Team a** Tear followed by saving a little kid, some food for their surely growling stomachs.
For that, he was going to have to make something. He simply headed over for the kitchen. While he was at it, his eyes snapped up to the new fellow coming in. A customer? Well, he didn't work here, but he did sorta live- err, freeride- here.
"Do either of you want some lunch then?" he shot to the new fellow and Luke, walking into the kitchen. The whole passing into of which would be a bit delayed if Owle expressed any need of him for basically anything, assistance to just suddenly striking up a lasting bit of conversation. But such was life, plans were made, oft interrupted.
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