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 Posted: Sun May 27, 2018 7:24 pm
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Jinthel Zephyrine
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The situation was rapidly going downhill, despite Jinthel's attempt at calming things down. It was almost chaos, though luckily the human wasn't making things worse.. That boy was coughing on the floor, which immediately brought an increased concern for the child. There was no telling how long he had been out in that forest, all chilled like that. It was likely he was sick.. He seemed driven to move, tossing off the towel she had placed on him. Was that panic? Perhaps. She wasn't paying as much attention to that as there were more pressing things to focus on. She shifted back with a tiny surprised noise, almost like a squeak, when her clapping hands succeeded in getting his attention, but he raised his fists like he expected to be attacked. From how he was blinking, perhaps he had gotten some water in his eyes.
Unfortunately, what she feared would happen.. Happened. Arashi appeared by the boy, grabbing his hair and bringing a fist back clearly with the intent of striking him. Without thinking about it, the vampire practically threw herself forward to grab for both of their wrists and try to stop them. Probably by trying to push their fists away rather than outright try to stop them in their tracks. It was just easier. No no, she couldn't just let a fight go breaking out! That would only make things worse! Of course, this was a reckless thing to do. It would be very easy for one of them to hurt her, either accidentally or otherwise. She wouldn't be able to block it if one of them tried to hit her..
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 Sometimes the meeting of friends is brief.
We might be too different in our belief.
Maybe I'm not what you meant to find...
It's fine if you leave me a bit behind! ═══════════════════════
☾ﻬ Location: Her room
☾ﻬ Company: Tik, Eimier, a child
☾ﻬ Condition: Healthy
☾ﻬ Items: N/A
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2018 9:03 pm
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Nightmares in Daydreams Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2018 11:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2018 8:08 pm
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 SamatheylAngel of CourageOOC: Location: Vampire Manor, Jinthel's room. Company: Jinthel, Tikhaya, and some drunk guy. Mood: "You'll never take me!" As his wild punch flew the air he felt someone grab at his wrist, and push it, still half blind the most he could make of this new attacker was a blurred outline with some color. He growled at the newcomer and attempted to kick at them, however at that particular moment Tikhaya released him from her grasp, this set him off balance. He tried to right himself but could not overcome the various forces that acted upon him and in the next moment he toppled over and struck the back of his head against the rim of the tub. The blow stunned the demi-human who fell to the ground with a wet smack, streaks of red already staining his pure whit hair. He made to rise but fell over almost immediately, his instincts screamed at him to move, he tried, but his head was "scrambled" and he couldn't make heads or tails of what was around him. On the plus side he could finally see, well... well enough, and his gaze came to rest upon the odd trio before him, two females, both reeked of the darkness, and a single human male who was atop one the females. Samatheyl could sense their unease, or barely checked fury in the pointy eared one's case, but for the most part he couldn't feel any real hostility from them. However, the angel's thoughts would have to wait as a wave of nausea washed over him, his little body curled up while his chest heaved, a heartbeat later he threw up on the tile floor, the same foul smelling, inky substance that still coated his body. The stench of death instantly permeated the room, Tikhaya would notice another scent however, it seemed to cut through all other smells and "assail" her, so to speak. |
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2018 9:18 am
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Jinthel Zephyrine
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Many things were happening at once, faster than Jinthel was prepared for. Her attempt at breaking up the starting fight had been.. A poorly thought out decision. If it were not for Tikhaya shoving her away, she would have definitely been hit by the kick that boy sent her way. She stumbled back, losing her balance and starting to fall back onto her butt. As she fell back, her arms instinctively moved to try to catch her fall. She expected to land on the ground.. In all the commotion, she hadn't noticed that Eimier had come into the bathroom as well. She was surprised when she felt her body hit someone else's, arms catching her before they both were on the floor a mere moment later.
She just sat there in surprise, blinking a few times, then cringed at the man's loud words. Normally, she would have immediately noticed that her skirt had been pushed up, but her attention was almost exclusively on the other two. She saw the boy hitting Tikhaya, him falling back and heard the sickening 'crack' of his head against the edge of the tub. As she started to get up, a certain smell hit her nose. She was almost *more* aware of the scent that accompanied his head injury than anything else. Blood. Everything else seemed to fade for a second as her focus temporarily shifted to that. Then the child began heaving, soon vomiting more of that disgusting black gunk. This smell was even more overpowering to her nose than it had been in the forest.
Jinthel finally sprang into action. That foul odor, though absolutely disgusting, was an excellent distraction. Scrambling to her feet, she rushed to the bathroom window. Her hands fumbled on the catch, desperate to get it open. It wasn't big, but anything would help. Once she had the window open as far as it could go, she turned back towards them. She scampered over to them, to Tikhaya's side to gently place a hand on her arm.. But the boy was clearly in more distress than the young hybrid at the moment. She was a little hesitant as she stepped closer. Her eye caught the towel he had thrown off earlier, so she snatched it up. Holding the towel with both of her hands, she crouched near the boy. When the vomiting had stopped, she would attempt to drape the towel over his shoulders and help him sit up. She could still sort of smell his blood, which was distracting. Just ignore it, she told herself while making a note to go eat as soon as possible. In her glimpse outside at the window, it seemed the weather had mostly cleared up.
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Sometimes the meeting of friends is brief.
We might be too different in our belief.
Maybe I'm not what you meant to find...
It's fine if you leave me a bit behind! ═══════════════════════
☾ﻬ Location: Her room
☾ﻬ Company: Tik, Eimier, a child
☾ﻬ Condition: Healthy
☾ﻬ Items: N/A
((I'm so sorry for the long wait. *bows repeatedly* >.<;;;; ))
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2018 10:51 am
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Nightmares in Daydreams Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2018 9:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2018 9:01 am
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SamatheylAngel of CourageOOC: Location: Vampire Manor, Jinthel's room. Company: Jinthel, Tikhaya, and some drunk guy. Mood: "You'll never take me!" After some time the convulsions that had plagued Samatheyl subsided, now he laid still upon the cold floor, arms wrapped tight around himself, legs pulled in over his abdomen. The angel found it difficult to think straight, a combination of near total exhaustion and the sharp pain from where he'd struck his head was the main culprit. He glanced about one more time, the silver haired girl, who reeked of the darkness, and the drunkard were the only ones in the room with him, the other girl had apparently vanished, Likely to go alert her master of their catch, he thought bitterly to himself. Once more he tried to rise but found that his limbs had become leaden and could hardly move, at most he managed a twitch of a finger here and a minuscule movement of his foot there. His instincts still screamed at him to move, fight, anything but the angel found himself faced with the hard truth of the situation, he was totally, and utterly, at the mercy of his captors. With what little strength he had left Samatheyl gave a tired sigh, closed his eyes, slumped to the ground, and simply awaited his fate. Some small part of him refused to surrender however, wordless chants passed through his lips as he quietly recited litanies of vengeance, protection, and battle. |
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2018 4:19 pm
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Jinthel Zephyrine
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Jinthel looked up as she heard the sound of Tikhaya vomiting, a concerned frown present on her face. The smell was clearly getting to the poor hybrid. This was not what she had intended when she wanted to get Tikhaya to come to her home.. Before she knew it, the other female was already moving to escape the room, gone in close to a heartbeat. Damn.. Just when she had gotten her to come in off the streets too.. Focusing on a plus, at least that storm had passed. She would take the fact Tikhaya had been inside most of the night as a victory. For now, her attention would have to stay with that strange child. She gently patted his back through the towel in what was meant to be a comforting gesture, her gaze returning to the sludge he had thrown up.
Well, nothing would get done just sitting here. She would have to find Tikhaya again once everything was straightened out here. She sighed quietly before standing up, hurrying from the room to fetch a few things. First, actually going out to grab a bucket, which she half filled with soapy water, and a few cleaning rags.. After bringing these to her bathroom and placing them by the door, she would disappear again for a few seconds. This time, she returned with a pen and a single piece of paper that had a hastily written note at the top. Kneeling by him again, she snapped her fingers in front of the boy's face to get his attention while her other hand held the paper for him to read. "You need a bath before you can rest." Given his obvious exhaustion, she decided that he would certainly need help with that. She already had a person in mind for this.. If Tikhaya's new friend was going to stay, he might as well make himself useful.
She smiled at the boy, mouth closed to hide her fangs, then placed the paper against the side of the tub to write another line. This would be taken to show Eimier her request. "Could you help him?" She smiled hopefully at the human, tilting her head slightly to her right. She couldn't force the man though.. After the child's previous outburst, it wouldn't be at all strange if he didn't want to risk going too close to him. Of course she had no plans to leave them alone, but that didn't mean she could do much if he lashed out again.
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Sometimes the meeting of friends is brief.
We might be too different in our belief.
Maybe I'm not what you meant to find...
It's fine if you leave me a bit behind! ═══════════════════════
☾ﻬ Location: Her room
☾ﻬ Company: Eimier, a child
☾ﻬ Condition: Healthy
☾ﻬ Items: Paper and pen
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2018 8:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 6:09 pm
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Jinthel Zephyrine
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Jinthel smiled again when Eimier seemed to agree to clean up that child.. Although her smile quickly faded as he patted her head. She just stood there, with a mildly confused expression before just shaking her head a little. That was an odd thing to do.. She wasn't going to bother about it right now though. Her lips parted slightly into a look of surprise as she watched him taking.. The bucket... But.. That wasn't for him to use! She raised one hand, her index finger extended while her others were folded to her palm. It was a similar gesture to what one might use to tell someone to wait a moment, but then she just lowered her hand. He was already using it anyway.. She turned and scampered off out of the bathroom, leaving Eimier and the child alone for a few minutes to fetch another bucket. One soapy concoction filling it later, and she walked back into her room at a slower pace than she had left.
Somehow, it seemed to smell worse now. How was this even possible?! She frowned as she entered the bathroom, covering her nose with her free hand. She would place the bucket down about a foot away from the black sludge the child had vomited, then she took the rags she had brought earlier over as well. Kneeling by the mess, she began the painstaking process of cleaning it up. Wiping up most of the mess with two rags, which she placed on the dirty cloak.. It had dried earlier. Cleaning that was going to be a pain. But for now, she focused on scrubbing the floor until there was no noticeable trace of that sludge anywhere. This proved easier to do than she had expected, perhaps due in part to experience in cleaning up other, even more unpleasant messes. However.. There was an odd stinging feeling in her hands by the time she was done. She dropped those last in the bucket of now foul smelling water. The soap didn't have much in the way of a scent, so it was easily overpowered.
Her hands gripped the handle of her bucket as she stood up, easily bringing it with her. The water sloshed around a little, but none of it spilled. It only swirled around by itself. She turned to carry it from the room, moving as quickly as she dared to avoid letting even a drop soil the floors. She didn't want this stuff around longer than absolutely necessary. Her destination was outside, where she could dump out the water, hopefully without letting it disturb others more than necessary. She left those rags in the bucket, once the dirty water was gone. Washing it immediately was lower on her priorities right now, so she simply left the bucket outside of the servants' entrance before returning to her room. After that child's outburst earlier, she didn't want to leave Eimier alone with him for too long. Not that she would be much use if he found the energy to lash out like that again.
On her way back, she found a fresh towel and some bandages. There had been blood earlier, when the boy had hit his head on the tub.. Hopefully he hadn't hurt himself much, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. She would probably have to ask Eimier to do this too.. She brought both to the bathroom, placing this folded towel on a counter near the tub, and the bandages beside it.. Then she snatched away the one that had been there before, rolled it into her sullied cloak, and took them both away. This reminded her that the child was going to need clothes. Unfortunately, she didn't think anyone here had something he could wear. He was pretty small.. As she stepped through her room, she paused as her gaze fell upon the bulging bag she had found with him. No, that would be too rude. It was just going to have to wait..
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Sometimes the meeting of friends is brief.
We might be too different in our belief.
Maybe I'm not what you meant to find...
It's fine if you leave me a bit behind! ═══════════════════════
☾ﻬ Location: Her room, doing a bit of back and forth
☾ﻬ Company: Eimier, a child
☾ﻬ Condition: Healthy
☾ﻬ Items: Rag, bucket of soapy water
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