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Rain knelt back down next to Kira after the blow. What he did had worked; the spasm was testiment to that. Though, her vitals seemed to be exactly the same as they were before. Whatever mental trauma she has suffered by the hands of Owle, or anyone else, was not the cause of her current physiological state. Which was, of course, that she was just cold-blooded. That had yet to occur to Rain as a possibility.

Though, he was getting there. "Well, don't worry, Ms. Isohos. Nothing you did is the reason why she's like this now. Its either magic, or just fatigue. I'm guessing the latter, since she reacted to me holding her as I brought her in from the Arena. Her body temperature doesn't seem to be getting any lower, so I'm going to take a bit of a gamble and give her some time to see if she improves. If she looks just as bad off a few hours from now, we'll consider getting a doctor." He paused, then looked over at Owle. "If that's okay with you, that is. Just my opinion. Sorry if I'm out of line."

Just then, Rain's eyes darted to the side at the sound of an intrusion into the room. Someone he didn't recognize. The face didn't even ring a bell, so it wasn't someone he saw at the tournament. Most likely, a wandering bystander, curious as to what was going on. He hesitated a bit until he saw Owle move to block his path.

With the boy fixated on Kira, and his view blocked by Owle, he wouldn't see Rain feint to the side, and he quietly slipped behind Luke. Normally, a difficult task for someone over 6 feet tall, but he was just as light on his feet as he was quick. And he was very, very quick.

As Luke would try to get past Owle, he would feel a hand clamp down on the nape of his neck, Rain's fingers clutching the boy's sternocleidomastoid muscles tightly. "If you were a doctor, you would have introduced yourself as such. If you knew this woman, you would have told us her name or stated your relationship to her. Since neither happened, this is of no consequence to you, so you'd best be on your way. We don't need a stranger's medical opinion, unless we asked for it."

Assuming Luke either relaxed and gave up, or made motions to go around Rain and leave, he would let him go and be done with it. If Luke tried to strike back at or close with Rain, or god forbid, one of the two women, he would instead find himself quite easily hoisted off the floor by his neck, with his skull implanted through the ceiling into the floor above.

Glacing from around Luke's head, he would look Owle right in the eyes, and half-smile, albiet confidently. "I'll explain it downstairs, over a cup of hot chocolate. It wasn't a hit, though, trust me at least that much."

Returning his gaze to the back of Luke's head, speaking to him now. "The kind woman who helps run this establishment wishes us to leave the girl on the bed in peace, so that's what we're going to do. Do be a sensible lad and cooperate, at least this once?" Rain would then proceed to pull Luke backwards, using the same left arm he grabbed him by, dragging him if necessary. His destination would be the downstairs lobby, leaving Owle to follow behind at least to the door and close it behind them.

"You snap his wrist and I'll slit your throat."

The words that came out of Owle's mouth might have been startling to those who knew her; perhaps even to those who did not know her.

Owle may not have looked intimidating, but she was good at making threats. Her eyes were unreadable, her voice level as she delivered her words. Noticeably to Luke, the shields around her emotions had snapped to full power again, keeping him from seeing her winds.

Once they were out of the room, Owle closed the door softly behind her.

"Rain, you can let him go," she sighed. "I doubt he'll do much harm, and he'll need that arm if he's going to eat lunch."

Eyes glared, slashed pupils dilated and honed on the woman... Only the left, mind you... Head was cocked in defiance, as nostrils flared. Mouth opened to shoot back some retort to this apparent Alpha, a challenge, if you would... But bit it back as nose was graced with heaven. Assuming the male released the other, Luke would turn and hoist himself over the banister, dropping neatly onto the balls of his feet.

There was no profit in being idle, and there was obviously no profit in bloodshed. Platters of unserved food would be supported on forearms and hands, three to an arm before being brought out and set along the bar and to the ordering customer. Once the mild back-up was handled, he would enter the kitchen, scrounging with the skill of a scavenger, leaving everything in some semblance of the way it had been. Food he desired was found... Meat, in the form of steaks. This he would take to a wooden cutting board, and deboning two or three with a few quick slashes of a knife, he'd procure a butcher's blade, and promptly hack the meat into strips. Three steaks are worked in such a manner, moved onto a platter. He was caught in quite the edge of a feral mood, finally understanding his place, and understanding the conditions. He had been given permission to the kitchen, and he would use such.

Strips of meat were put onto the still hot stove top as food was finished and the man either stayed or left. Butcher is held in his left hand in a barbarians grip, stance relaxed as he watched it. As a certain, although small ammount of time had passed, the man would use the flat of the blade to flip the meat, to press it... Glasses slipped as heat urged sweat from pores. He ignored this however, and continued to focus on the meat. A minute passes, maybe two, before he slips the blade beneath the strips, and flicks them onto the plate. The meat is browned, but bloody still on the inside. This is taken, as well as an uncut loaf of bread, and he sits at the entirely opposite end of the bar from the group. He would eat, as if he had been without food for aeons, and he would watch them, with those predators eyes.

A loner, circling a pack in the hopes of finding a place where he belonged.

All the smells and sound of an inexperienced cook flooded Jhaun's nostrils, enough to distract him on the intrinsics of the many uses of blood from around the heart as opposed to around the Achilles tendon. It was rather frustrating too, because he was getting to the good part on how some necromancy would allow pulling the heart out of a body without damaging the ribs or bone structure. The title of the chapter was "How to make a good animated skeleton", but in a little more flowery Old English.

Jhaun looked up to see Kalis, whose name he did not know, running around like a chicken with its head cut off. At least, that was the only thing Jhaun had done in his own known history which related to the current observation. He sighed as he looked from Kalis to the troupe coming down the stairs, tilting his head a bit and brushing a few black strands from his face with an elongated pale hand. (The gesture only added to his feminine appearance and questionable masculinity, but no one ever bothered to tell him he looked like a girl.)

Not wishing to be rude in the presence of coming company, Jhaun hesitantly closed the book and stood. There was no sense in interrupting anything, but should the opportunity arise where there was a break in commotion in the troupe coming down about him, he would acknowledge their presence with a bow. Something of the higher class societies, but Jhaun paid little attention to even that etiquette, so would be seated once he felt that he'd not be faced with any conflict from rudeness. That is, Jhaun felt he'd done enough with the bow and forgot he was suppose to introduce himself.

Once satisfied, Jhaun would turn to his book and read about the interesting method of removing a heart without breaking bones.

As Rain made his final step off the stairs onto the main floor, he stepped aside and gestured with one arm to let Owle pass. He eyed the kitchen door that Luke had barged into, and the sound of a raucous in the kitchen.

"I'll apologize to him once he calms down. Though you technically didn't ask me of it, I was under the impression that you wanted the angry lady to be safe, and to get here safely. Just cause she's under this roof doesn't mean she's not any less my problem now than when I picked her up in my arms. I'll take it easy once I'm sure that kid no longer poses a danger to her. Or anyone else, for that matter. You're right about the vibe though, there's something I just can't quite put my finger on. ...Maybe its nothing."

A rather glutteral sound eminated from the pit of Rain's stomach just then, causing him to place one hand on his abdomen defensively, looking downward. "I guess I have even higher priorities than that. Once whats-his-face stops wrecking your kitchen, I'd like to order something to eat. I doubt you, nor Sir Kalis, have had the chance to eat all day either. I'd be honored if you two would join me."