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Damian looks straight at Owle. He starts to speak. "There are always laws. Where there is order there is law. It may only exist within arm reach of a person but they still exist. Then there are natural laws like the law of self defense. I'm sorry lass but you don't look like one who would do mercenary work. You seem too kind and a bit on the weak side. Unless you are a mercenary of love but I don't think many people are attracted to nonhumans. Who know though."

"Nothing better than getting drunk!" He pulls out a small flask the liquid inside red glow can be seen even outside of the steel flask. He drinks some of it. "Paul you got to try this stuff." A fly flies near the open container and immediantly falls out of the air to the ground dead.

Bruises he was used to by now. A few rashes or other odd marks of harm that were probably from his body reacting badly to the chaos were almost a norm by now. Though they made the hot water of the shower very uncomfortable. Ouch.

So now... where do I look next...?

The cell phone was a tempting answer; but he wasn't calling Sallemus for nothing. Or for anything, if he could help it.



A little trickle of red found its way down the drain.



It was a clean and less-white Kalis that came down the stairs, a big bundle of pale clothing in one hand while he tossed the gauntlets on an empty table with the other hand as he passed, going outside. Lacking the coat, he was showing a lot of muscular, if pale and alternatingly rashed, burned, or scraped arm, a little vest on over a somewhat tight fitting dark shirt. Some looser pants, undone at the bottom, breathed well, yet he ruined that by wearing heavy, armored boots as per usual.

Going outside, he'd look for the first thing resembling a clothesline.

Throw his pasty and powdered clothes over them.

And proceed to take the sheathed sword, beating them with it's flat to try and work all the plaster out, like some past time housewife beating an old rug of dust.

"Sorry didn't mean to insult you, Owle. I understand now. You are like a medic on the battlefield. You don't do the killing, but you do the healing." He also raises the flask and takes a drink. "god I love my homebrew."

"Really? Hopefully it aint weaker than this stuff. I don't have a liver like humans, my body has a different process that is far more efficient." He pours a small drop on the table and it burns through the table and starts burning a hole in the ground.

"Ahh...sorry, I guess. I be more careful where I place this. but I think I might want to introduce this to Rage he might like it." He pulls out a second flack of the same stuff and hands it to her after looking around for Rage and not seeing him.

Owle gingerly accepted the flask from Damian, as if it would burn her just by touching it, and hastened to put it away in a safe place. "I'm sure he'll appreciate it," she said with an uncertain smile.

"See you later," she said to Zetsu, waving at him as he headed up the stairs, to where the rooms were.