Designed spaciously for a single father and his daughter. Two bedrooms, and an open concept for the kitchen/living/dining room. Located close to the Chancery of Acquired Information.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2019 9:45 pm
Ａｄｒｏｎ Ｚａｈｒａ "You'll always be the villain in someone's story." 467yo | Half Elf/High Demon | Information Broker Main | Battle | Emotional | Fletcher's Theme
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Adron was seated on the lounger in living section of the open concept home. He had a book propped up in front of him, but he wasn't reading it. His gaze trained on a spot in the middle of the book, he reached out mentally for his brother. This was a bit of a messy process, Adron chalked it up to the distance. He could catch glimpses of extravagant architecture, shimmering pools, often times an elven child, and occasionally a handsome elf, before everything ended in a fuzzy haze. Today, he managed to see the elven child again, while the setting looked to be a bathhouse. Adron frowned slightly. "Albus...can you hear me?" he tried. Here, the vision turned black and fuzzy. Adron sighed and closed his eyes, breaking off the connection. He had yet to actually have Albus respond, and even more to make it past speaking.
Giving up for the night, Adron began actually reading the book in hand.
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OoC: none of my links are linked so don't waste yer time clicking 'em.
вeғore тнe ѕтory вegιnѕ, ιѕ ιт ѕυcн a ѕιn, ғor мe тo тaĸe wнaт'ѕ мιne, υnтιl тнe end oғ тιмe we were мore тнan ғrιendѕ, вeғore тнe ѕтory endѕ, and ι wιll тaĸe wнaт'ѕ мιne, creaтe wнaт god woυld never deѕιgn
❋*┉༝✧ { The castle was way too far away with an injury such as Jin's, So when he saw the Information Broker's house in the distance, he had made a beeline for it, hopefully the half demon wouldn't mind and Hopefully Fletcher wouldn't have to see his dastardly wound.
He leaned against the railing of the door as he gave a few knocks upon his door with an open hand, using the other to grip his bleeding side. Hissing at the pain of having to stand. He was exhausted, making it as far as he did.
Ａｄｒｏｎ Ｚａｈｒａ "You'll always be the villain in someone's story." 467yo | Half Elf/High Demon | Information Broker Main | Battle | Emotional | Fletcher's Theme
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Adron was drifting off into sleep when there was a knock at the door. 'Who could it be at this hour?' He set the book down, a piece of fabric tucked between the pages to mark his place. Yawning and scratching his stomach, the half-demon made his way to the door with a half-hearted "Gimme a sec." He unlatch end the two locks on the door, before pulling it open. Blinking in surprise, he stared for a moment at the demon he had seen mere hours ago. "Jin?" he questioned, eyes drifting down the demon's strangely slumped posture. "What the...?!" Adron gasped upon seeing the wound, the smell of blood clearly tainting the air now. "Jin, what happened?!" Adron quickly grabbed the smaller demon, looping Jin's free arm over his shoulders and walked inside with him. The half-demon had had plenty of people show up on his doorstep bloody and banged up, the yuki-onna was just the last person he expected to see in such a state.
"Stay," Adron commanded after he set the other demon on the lounger. He walked to another room, the bathroom, to retrieve the crude first aid kit he kept for such occasions.
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OoC: none of my links are linked so don't waste yer time clicking 'em.
вeғore тнe ѕтory вegιnѕ, ιѕ ιт ѕυcн a ѕιn, ғor мe тo тaĸe wнaт'ѕ мιne, υnтιl тнe end oғ тιмe we were мore тнan ғrιendѕ, вeғore тнe ѕтory endѕ, and ι wιll тaĸe wнaт'ѕ мιne, creaтe wнaт god woυld never deѕιgn
❋*┉༝✧ { A chuckle escaped him, though it sounded forced - Because it was. He leaned on the taller as he led him inside. "Hey babe." He attempted to joke with him, despite the pain he was in, He felt bad he was getting blood all over him.
He doubled over a bit when Adron left him on the lounger. "Yes Sir, Your wish is my command." He told him, wincing and trying to seal the wound a bit with ice. It won't hold forever, it'll eventually melt. But it can give him soothing relief at the moment. Giving a sigh. He removed it once Adron returned.
Ａｄｒｏｎ Ｚａｈｒａ "You'll always be the villain in someone's story." 467yo | Half Elf/High Demon | Information Broker Main | Battle | Emotional | Fletcher's Theme
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Adron returned with the kit, kneeling on the floor in front of Jin. "Take off yer shirt," the half-demon ordered, voice sharp from a mix of worry and "how the ******** did you get into this mess, Jin." He opened the kit, removing a dwindling roll of bandaging, a bottle of clear liquid, and a rather large and curved needle and thick black thread. "Lay down," Adron commanded once the yuki-onna had his shirt off. The half-demon didn't care about the blood, he had black furniture and clothes for a reason. He paused a moment, the bottle of alcohol open and in hand. "This might sting a bit," he warned, before pouring the bottle over Jin's wound. It hissed and fizzed as it flushed impurities out of the wound. He lightly blotted the wound with an old cloth, before picking up the thread and needle. "Now hold still," Adron said, softer than before, as he focused on his task.
Once the yuki-onna was stitched up and wrapped with the rest of the bandages, Adron sighed heavily in relief. He poured some alcohol over the needle to disinfect it and then packed everything left back into the kit. "That's as good as you'll get from someone who isn't a doctor. I suggest not moving for a bit." Adron shifted his gaze from the bandaging, up Jin's slim torso. He hadn't noticed exactly how tiny the demon was, and it was almost humorous that this was the queen's personal assassin.
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OoC: none of my links are linked so don't waste yer time clicking 'em.
