For a moment, she thought they were reaching Marisol. She could feel the tightly wound body relaxing against her, even just by moments, but before she could say as much, Mal got her safely gagged and that seemed enough to set the cat off. Rose relented in her hold, because ultimately, she didn't want to hurt Marisol -- and as a feline in the throes of fear and survival, they were likely to hurt each other in the efforts.
"Careful, careful!" she called to Mal, feeling guilty again. Taking off the overshirt that was slung through her belt loops - one marred with blood and fur from previous excursions - she tried to bind Marisol's back feet, so they'd only have to fight with the front ones.
"Yowch!" He yelped, but he didn't yank away from her, just closed his hands a little tighter around her muzzle. It was a hard balance between keeping her from biting and not hurting her. "--damn."
Character Name:Mal Gherig Brief description of character: Mal is the the quintessential ice prince; cool in a crisis, he keeps a space of calm around himself even when the world is falling to pieces, but what you see on the surface isn't necessarily what's going on beneath. He has no fear of appearing like an a*****e in order to play devil's advocate, and will frequently go out of his way to do so in order to force others to think about their choices. "It is what it is. It's okay -- she doesn't know what's going on right now." He pitched his voice soothingly, as best he could, trying to calm her as much as anything else.
Tiredness was beginning to leak into every limb as the cat was slowly becoming overcome by the human. And still she did not take kindly to the tying of her back feet. It was all she could to growl close-mouthed as she inadvertently scratched the blonde that she was still in the arms of.
She wanted to be safe. Rose will protect me, you, us. Fear was hard to beat back with hands and cloth tight around her mouth. Back legs tied left her vulnerable. And that's all that stared back at them now, fear. She was terrified; it's okay.
Marisol's Health: 9 HP Damage: (50% x 4) = 2 DMG (to Rose)
Marisol's Weapon: Whip (4 Base; +1 Hit)
Character Name:Marisol Whelan Brief description of character: Marisol is a young woman who is adept at fitting in and capable of charming most of those she meets. A thrill seeker at heart, she does not shy away from difficult tasks or the spotlight.
Deity: Hermes Weapon: Whip HP: 47 Minicert:
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Blue eyes closed slowly at the half-hearted scratch, accepting it as payment for what she was doing to the dancer. Careful, her arms slid around the feline and she stood with her, having Marisol tucked safely against her body, murmuring soft, sweet words of encouragement. "I've got you, my dear. You're safe. I swear, no harm will come to you. It's me, your Rose -- forgive me for all this. I can't let you go."
Her gaze slid to Mal, then, warmth filling her features. "I owe you so much, Mal. A meal, a song, both -- I will not forget this kindness. She may be Chosen, but she is more than that to me, and...you were careful. That means much to me."
Lowering her eyes again, she arched a mock playful brow at the cat, and lifting one hand, mindfully loosened the cloth in her mouth. "Will you be good now, then? Can I take you back, or will I have to wrap you up in my overshirt in earnest?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 10:11 pm
"I like Marisol." He was a little amused as Rose settled the big cat into her arms. "Don't I?" Mal waved Rose's hands away from Marisol's muzzle to work the handkerchief out of her mouth. "Sorry about that. Bites are worse than scratches-- the last time I had a cat bite me my whole hand swelled up and I had to be on IV antibiotics in the hospital for, hell, a week practically. Gio was so pissed. A cat bite, of all things."
But once he got the handkerchief out, he gently rubbed under the cat's chin. "So. Real introductions now. I'm Mal Gherig, Zeus. Pleasure to meet you, Rose, Marisol's lady." Lady, not girlfriend; it was something about the way Mal said it.
He kept scratching gently under her chin, wanting to see if he could coax a little sense out of her. This thing with the Chosen being turned-- he was almost glad he hadn't seen Misha before she'd been tamed. He was closer to Misha than he was to Marisol. He was closer to Mercy, too, but he hadn't seen a lot of her lately and he didn't know if she had been changed. He was sort of glad he didn't. It made him think of Ewan, too, and his eyes went a little serious even if he was still smiling.
"How's your scratches?" He watched Rose carefully, and nodded. Their Chosen badges kept most things from hurting them, but it was good to be safe, all the same. Even small things could kill. "She didn't get me too badly." He tapped the underside of Marisol's chin with a light fingertip. "Do you want me to hold her so you can check her out? It'd be easier, maybe." He knew it was hard to look for injuries on someone you loved while holding them, especially if they were small and furry. Sometimes it got dizzying, especially cognitive dissonance.
He figured that cognitive dissonance was probably the worst part of this whole thing. Mal had the cures in his pocket, but -- he thought of the glass vials, the minty smell, and thought about giving one to Marisol and Rose. But he wasn't going to. They needed one of their teachers more than they needed Marisol human. He hated triage, but this was a triage situation.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 10:17 pm
The mind of the beast fell into slumber as Marisol took control of her new body. Wide soulful eyes looked up at Rose, echoing what could not be said in word right now. I'm here. It's me. I'm so sorry. A rumble of a purr she nuzzled her furry face into the crook of the blonde's neck, a rough tongue darting out to lick at a bead of sweat.
Nudging her nose under the archer's jawbone, she turned her head towards the man. She remembered him from the lodge. The man, Malcolm, obsessed with sheep and wolves--she wondered if he'd become a sheepdog if she bit him then folded her ears back in reproach of herself. It wasn't kind to bite. Especially for the sake of curiosity. That wasn't a fight she wanted to participate in, anyway.
Still, she let out a close-mouth meow of apology before he reached over and removed the handkerchief. Ears flattened in content as he began to rub under her chin. And she went to roll, pressing her furry body further into the one that held her. Eyes fluttered close and she continued to purr gently.
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"Then you have excellent taste," Rose replied without missing a beat. "Indeed. A bite could turn you just as it did her...and I don't have the energy to chase you down, too." The blonde smiled, a slight dimple in her cheeks with the expression. "Rose of Apollo, songstress to the dancer. And do not worry -- the scratches will go away. They're a small price to pay for knowing she's safe and that we can help her now."
Lowering her eyes, her expression warmed to something a little more intimate and fond, touching her cheek to Marisol's at the purring contentment. "I'll survive. Right now, I need to get her back -- and find news of our other. He was with us at one point and then not, and now...I fear the worst."
The blonde cast another smile to Mal, apologetic, but grateful. "If I can ever return the kindness, please, don't hesitate to find me. A friend of Marisol's is my friend without question." The overshirt was removed from the feline's back legs and tucked into the songstress' back pocket; in the same easy motion, she very neatly tucked the large cat into the opening of her shirt, fairly nestling the dancer there and using her arms to support her for minimal jostling for what would come next.
"We'll head back, then. Be safe, Mal of Zeus." A polite nod, a backwards glance -- and Rose took off towards the encampment, preparing for the worst.
