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 Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 8:12 pm
Into the Night
Who?
Audrey Hatch, Peder (Ka-ray-zee) & Adal (Rookeries)
When?
Late March, 1413.
Where?
At a little home in the wheat fields just outside of Stillwater.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:31 am
Adal awoke in a feverish haze in the darkness.
The Locos stared disoriented at his surroundings, the light from his eyes flickering with every wary blink he took. It was hard for him to see around him, save for the spot directly in front of him. He took note of the dull pain coming from his feet, which were covered in bandages and a dusty bedsheet.
The murkiness of the air around him made it hard for Adal to concentrate on anything but collecting his bearings for a long while, though sitting silently in a stange place never sat right with him. Despite the deseparately stuffy feeling in his head, the Locos swung his legs over the edge of the bed and attempted to recall what had happened moments before. He knew he was with the girl from Imisus in the wheat field, and the splintering had left him immobilized-- between then and here, however, was a hazy mess, save for the sight of a mottled cabin surrounded with a strange scent.
Despite knowing his company, staying in the darkness only made the Locos more paranoid. Unaware of the ache in his feet, the Locos stood immediately to try and gather a scope in size of his surroundings, only to realize a stream of breeze came lazily into where he was, and the soft pattering of cloth reminded him of curtains. He hovered his hands around until he could find the support of the wall, then hobbled over to where the smell of fresh breeze was. Though Adal meant to stand near the window and contemplate, he instead succumbed to the pain and imbalance of his feet and sat back down. He nursed the bandages around them and stared at the several holes of black that seeped through, barely visible against the night light.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 2:42 pm
As the boy tended his pain ridden feet below the dimly lit window, there was suddenly the echo of footsteps tapping across the wooden floors somewhere out beyond the room. They seemed to draw nearer, approaching a corner of the space the boy was in, before stopping, as if hesitant, before there was a rattling at what one could only assume to be the bedroom's door. It creaked open, and a warm light flooded into the place.
"What the hell are you doing over there?"
The one who had entered was none other than the blonde from imisus, who now looked over to the crumpled Locos somewhat incredulously, her face lighted only by the flame of the candle she was carrying.
The luminance also reached the rest of the room, though weakly, but it's build and contents could now be gathered. It was a small bedroom, sparely adorned with only a few necessities. A dresser, a bookshelf, a bedside table, and the bed itself, who's sheets were now tossed open and unkempt. Illuminated along the walls were various dried flowers tacked up, obviously left for a long while, and a single curtained window where Adal was now sitting.
As the girl noticed the plague nursing his feet, she moved to advance in on him.
"Did you ******** up your bandaging already?? "
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 3:00 pm
Adal stared at the blonde as soon as the glimmer of light set into the room. Even the small bit of illumination was enough to send the Locos reeling initially, and he blinked haphazardly in a foul attempt to readjust to the lighting. He looked around at the furniture and noticed that the place was much smaller than he expected it to be, and perhaps less hostile than he expected, considering the other times he'd woken up without realizing where he was.
The Locos looked down at his feet to check if he'd truly messed up his bandaging, though from what he could see, nothing was visibly different from what he expected. The splotches of black blood were scattered around his soles in a seeping, sticky manner, some of which was now coated lightly on his hands.
He wiped his hands against his bandages. "I haven't," he responded. He avoided looking at Audrey completely, and instead took the time to survey the room. He slumped back onto the edge of the bed after realizing that being caught sitting on the floor again wasn't necessarily the best impression.
Once his thoughts finally reigned into focus, he brushed a hand through his hair and tried to look for where his satchel was, and found it at the far end of the bedside table. He calmed once finding his belongings, and looked up at Audrey again.
"Thanks," he said awkwardly, then motioned toward his feet, "For this."
Unlike the twin churches, the smell of this place was empty of smoke. The house itself felt strangely empty, though the faint undertone of wheat and dried flowers scattered around the room. The scent itself lingered momentarily on the girl and lingered there, enough for it to peak Adal's curiosity.
"Are we still on your land?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 4:57 pm
"We are," Audrey replied, setting down the candle atop the bedside table," This is my old house." She stood before the boy, and looked down at his now dirtied bandaging with obvious dissatisfaction.
"Technically we are in my room, and you're getting blood all over my floor," narrowing her eyes she then crouched, taking one of Adal's feet into her hands without a hint of warning. Thankfully for the Locos, she knew better than to be harsh with her touch, and displayed an uncharacteristic level of cautiousness as she observed his injuries.
"Why the hell did you go and get up," she questioned, turning her gaze up to him with a frustrated grimace," Did you forget about the holes in your feet or something? You're damn lucky these bandages are cloth and we can just clean 'em up and re-use 'em."
The girl did not yet move to get up, and instead wiped what of the black blood had seeped onto her hands off onto her pants after setting the anhelo's foot back onto the floor. She paused, then rose to her feet, avoiding eye contact with him. "And you're welcome...I guess," finally came her response to his moment of thankfulness, though she seemed more flustered than appreciative of it. Knitting her brows she glanced back down to Adal," I'm just returning the favor."
"Now--," Audrey started back toward the door, " You start unraveling those while I get you some new god damn wraps."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 4:55 pm
The Locos stifled when Audrey took his feet gingerly into her hands. He remained quiet and flustered slightly when she did so-- he winced when the sting of his feet reverberated through his spine.
"I don't remember getting here," he stared at Audrey as she walked away from him, then grimaced, "Sorry for the mess."
Adal nodded tiredly and wiggled further into the bed to straighten out his legs once Audrey had left the vicinity. He squinted at his wounds a while, though it was difficult at first to differentiate between the shadows spilling over his feet and the splotches of blood through his soles. His hands hovered over his bandages a while, then started to slowly unravel them.
The cloth bandages stuck to the stickiness of his blood and his flesh, and the raw pain encompassing them was greater than what he remembered when he splintered in the evening. The fact that he'd obeyed the girl into unraveling the bandages at all was strange for Adal, as he was now sitting in a stranger's bed with a handful of bloody gauze. He was grateful that there were only a few puncture wounds through each of his feet.
Adal threw the gauze onto the floor before too much black blood began to seep onto Audrey's bed. He stared emptily over at the vacant threshold of the bedroom, then glanced over at the satchel laying by the bedside table. He remembered the Caedos at the Obscuvian church and frowned, briefly, before straining his dried mouth to ask something loudly of the girl that walked away. Though he could recall the Plague jumping into his satchel, Adal's memory of what happened to it afterwards was nil.
"I had your Caedos," Adal's voice cracked slightly, "In the bag. Is he safe?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 7:10 pm
"Don't you worry about him," came her reply, calling to him from some unknown corner of the house. " I can take plenty good care of him and he can take plenty good care of himself."
There was a short pause of time between that and her next statement, which rose in volume as she approached once more. Audrey passed through the threshold into the room. "He's fine," she announced, looking toward Adal as she began to unravel a small roll of gauze," He's just in the front room, eating." The girl scoffed, shrugging as she continued to the side of the bed, hesitating once she saw the glistening heap of bloodied bandages on the floor, then carefully stepping over them. "He's not too interested in you or helping out. He'd rather just sit out there and manage to gobble down any bit of dried meat left here. It's not like I might need that or something...!" The auvinian pouted momentarily, then sighed before settling herself down at the edge of the bed, beside where the boy's feet were now resting. "At least it keeps him distracted while I patch you back up."
Leaning over, she took one of his feet back into her hands, moving to lay the end of a strip of the wrapping over it. "I'd clean up this mess but it doesn't seem like it'd make much of a difference," she admitted, frowning down at her work as she began to bandage up one of the wounds," You'd probably just bleed all over these too. Just don't make the mistake of standing up again until they're scabbed and sealed over enough. It'd be a damn fine waste of my generosity. You're lucky I'm still even tending to you at all."
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 8:14 pm
Adal shifted to the side slightly when Audrey planted herself onto the bed. He furrowed his brows in confusion when Audrey began to unroll the gauze, but didn't make any note of it just yet. "Your Plague doesn't need to eat yet-- not as an Excito, at least. He should already know that--
"--I can do this on my own," the Locos retorted immediately after Audrey began to work on grabbing his feet. He offered a hand towards Audrey's, "Just give it to me."
Adal stared off through the window again and grew impasse at what Audrey said next. He knew that if he'd even attempted to leave this bed, he'd simply be sitting on the floor again in a bloody heap, as he briefly recalled doing before he arrived here by means of this girl's help. It was displeasing.
"I'll clean up after myself once I can," Adal muttered, then glanced up at Audrey, "I should be able to move again within the day, so long as I have something to walk with. But you don't have to tend to me like this," he rubbed his eyes and tried to collect more of his bearings, "I won't able to do anything in return, anyways."
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 12:19 am
"Oh, he knows," Audrey replied, matter-of-factually, while she unraveled the gauze further before continuing to wrap up the boy's foot," That does not keep him from enjoying it though. Selfish little brat...." The girl paused, looking back out past the door where a dim light seemed to wrap around from behind the hallway where Peder was surely enjoying his meal. However, she immediately turned her attention back to Adal when he spoke up again, reaching out in hopes that she would relinquish her current task to him. Freeing up one hand, she used it to shoo his away.
"I'm already in the middle of doing it," she insisted, knitting her brows at him before looking back down at her handiwork," Relax will you? Just let me finish."
The Hatch girl finally knotted the bandaging on one foot, tearing off the end piece of the fabric with a careful but firm tug. She moved on to the next.
When the Locos offered that he would clean the place up once able, she let her eyes slide to the side, glancing briefly at the floor where blood had pooled and his old wrappings lay dirty against the wood.She hovered there, considering if she truly cared if his blood soaked into the floorboards and stained them; after all she did not plan on staying here long. An empty house did not need to stay spotless.
"If you want to," she mumbled, though as she began tending to his other foot she spoke up," Though it doesn't matter much to me now that I think about it. I won't be staying here long, anyways. If you need more time to get back on your feet you can stay here even after I leave. I don't really care much." Continuing to loop the gauze around his arch, she flicked her green orbs up at him. "And don't worry about me 'tending to you'. I'm doing this more for myself than for you so don't get the wrong idea."
"If you want to do something in return, though," she tightened his bandages, before tying off one more knot as she spoke," You can do your job. Record Peder or check up on him or whatever it is you said you were supposed to do."
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 2:16 am
Adal tried to look away from Audrey while she tended to his injuries, though he scowled in a tiredly bemused way and glanced in disbelief at the girl. "You're either a liar, or you're bad at being selfish, if you can't even tell your Plague to stop eating what's yours."
He studied his feet once Audrey finished tying up the last of the gauze, then sat there halfheartedly staring between the satchel and the bed. It was hard for him to register in detail what Audrey was saying to him, though he shot her a tired look at a mention of a name. He bowed down toward the end of the bed and grabbed the handle of his satchel. The Locos pulled out a small journal and a worn, small vial of something black almost automatically, then nodded wearily towards Audrey.
"Get Peder, then," he responded tiredly, "If that's what your Caedos' name is."
Just then, a headache swept over Adal like a fever, and he stared quietly at the satchel and journal in his hands in momentary confusion before setting both down beside him. He rubbed a hand across his face and sighed, eyes wide but faint. He turned his head toward Audrey and stared at the girl, as if to distract himself momentarily by inspecting her instead, "Wait. You're smaller than I am, and you don't seem overworn. I must have walked here," Adal stared around the room, "Did that take long, or was I asleep since evening? No, the wheat fields aren't that far away..."
The fact that he was experiencing nauseum and pain from his feet was going to make it difficult for him to move-- that he could understand-- but the Locos could seem to only scarcely concentrate on anything around him save for staring at the bed in hopes of returning to sleep to ease his hunger. The sensation was smothering him slowly, and it was becoming difficult to ignore.
Adal's gaze wandered off as he searched wildly for what was making him feel so oddly hungry. He looked over at the door again and let his thoughts wander there, momentarily-- the smell of something faint, yet pleasurable and inviting, loomed just beyond the horizon. He lingered onto the trace of it for a while, then asked Audrey sharply, "Your Plague. Has he mentioned smelling anything in particular here?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 4:56 pm
"He's my responsibility," she shot back at him once he questioned her discipline on her plague," And so I like to keep him happy. I complain about his selfishness but it is my choice to let him eat. I wouldn't if there weren't other options for me. " Audrey pulled her hands away from the boy's now neatly bandaged feet, though dark spots did continue to soak up through the fabric. The frowned as the blood dirtied her handiwork, but moved her attention from them as she pushed herself up and off of the bed. Her eyes watched curiously as the Locos pulled the journal and vile from his bag, raising her brows when he nodded to her.
If that's what your Caedos' name is.
"It is," came her response, nodding in return as she began to make her way toward the door again, pausing at the end of the bed to rest a hand atop one of it's small posts. Though he had asked her to go fetch her plague, he continued to ramble at her, questioning her on how he had arrived to the place. She folded her arms impatiently.
"You mostly walked," she informed him," though you didn't seem to really be all that here, if you know what I mean. I'm honestly surprised you didn't black out on us sooner. I didn't figure that the pain could have been that bad, but I guess it must have been." Audrey tapped a finger against her arm as she waited for him to respond or finally dismiss her to bring Peder in, but her posture quickly became less relaxed as he asked his final question.
Your Plague. Has he mentioned smelling anything in particular here?
"No--," she lied, tightening the way her arms were held snugly against her," He hasn't. Nothing other than a new place---- maybe that it smells a little like me. I don't know." The girl refused to ask why Adal had brought up such a strange question, as she figured she had already known all to well, and would much rather avoid the topic completely. Peder had in fact already addressed this faint smell, she she too had shot him down upon his venturing to discover what it might be.
Dropping her hands to her sides, she moved to the door completely, stopping one more time to look back to the boy," By the way--- speaking of Peder. His name-- Mine's Audrey. I don't think we've even mentioned names yet so... Audrey Hatch. " She looked to him expectantly, hoping he would reciprocate and offer his own name, successfully shifting the conversation before she could escape into the hallway.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 3:31 pm
Adal was still affixed to the wafting, faint smell that trailed just ahead, though it was so obscure that he wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not. Given Audrey's answer, he shifted uncomfortably in his place and tried to think of something other than his hunger. If the Caedos didn't give any mention of a scent here, it should be the least of his concerns.
"Audrey Hatch," he said once to himself, before bowing his head briefly to her, "My name's Adal."
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 8:28 pm
"Right," the girl nodded in return to his bow, then quickly passed though the threshold and out of sight," I'll be right back."
Navigating her way through the small hallway, she reached it's corner where it bent and flooded into another, more brightly lit room. It was large, and could easily be placed as a common room, and the entrance way to the house. Audrey stepped in, and immediately began toward a modestly sized dining table near to the south end of the place. Atop it in clear view was Peder, seated beside a lantern as he picked at and slipped tiny strips of dried beef into his mouth. Without hesitation, the blonde moved in on the caedos and hastily grabbed at him, lifting him into the air by his hood.
"Hey," he chirped, beginning to wriggle about in her grip while she pulled him away from his mini feast, " What's the big idea?"
"It's about time you stop mindlessly eating and come do something productive," she retorted, eying the little wolf before lowering him into the palm of her other hand, " Our guest is going to need to talk to you. Do do his job... recording you or whatever it is."
"Why the hell are you going to let him do that," Peder grumbled, seating himself against her glove as she carried him back toward the hallway, " Since when is anything that guy does any important?"
"Just shut up, Peder," she hissed defensively, pressing her lips into a tight frown, " His job seems important enough and you certainly seem important enough to at least be jotted down in someone's book. So just put up with it."
The plague growled lightly at his Grimm before simply beginning to sulk and pout as she rounded the corner and approached the open doorway to her bedroom," Fine..."
As the two stepped inside, Audrey looked over to the boy she had left sitting on the bed moments before, and raised her brows expectantly at him.
"Alright, so I brought him. What do we need to do? "
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 2:04 pm
Adal had already prepared most of the instruments he needed for the examination which, in and of itself, wasn't very difficult. All he needed to do was to skim through his journal to his latest list of Grimms and open up two vials-- one, the Elixir, and the other empty-- and take a small item in Audrey's room that she wouldn't mind losing. By the time the Grimm and Peder had returned, Adal was nearest to the edge of the bed as he could get while holding the brittle stem of a dried flower, from which he carefully picked off one petal from.
He put the flower and picked off petal onto the bedside, then motioned towards it. The two vials were placed on the side nearest to Adal. "Place him on the table here. All I need for him to do is rub some of this Furvus Elixir onto that petal," he tapped his hand to the Furvus Elxir, "Then place the petal in the empty vial. I can't quicken the curing process with magic, but we'll see if candlelight will do."
The Locos shuffled through his bag and found his quill pen and ink. He uncorked the bottle and dipped the pen into it once, then wrote neatly into the book: Audrey Hatch - Auvinus - Peter, Caedos. He hesitated afterwards, then glanced at Peder and Audrey.
"From what I recall, the tincture-- what Peder was before he came a Plague-- was a tail of sorts. About a foot in length. Was it a dog? A wolf?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 3:31 pm
"A wolf," Audrey replied knowingly as she placed Peder down onto the night stand. The Caedos would have nodded proudly in agreement if he was not already begrudgingly moving toward the bottle of elixir to reach one of his long clawed hands into. While the Grimm turned her attention back to Adal, the plague was already wiping the strange liquid onto the petal provided to him, his mouth set into a tiny scowl and growling lowly.
"Now what exactly is this supposed to do," the blonde questioned, raising a brow in skepticism," and what the hell is a furvus elixir? It better not do anything funny to Peder."
She then glanced down at the little wolf, who had by now finished coating the petal and was reaching to drop it unceremoniously into the empty vile.
"Well it's a little goddamn late to wonder about that possibility since you've already told me to stick my hand in it," he chimed in, before looking up at his grimm in blatant disappointment.
"Oh, shut it," she hissed back, folding her arms and tossing a momentary glare at him before once again turning to the Locos.
"So?"
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