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 Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 11:03 pm
Em-
Resident piggy made his way into the infirmary; free of any pain, walking as pleasantly as any officer would on a round, or a simple stroll. With a half smile, and a look of disinterest, the dhampir made his way up to one of the lady nurses who looked like she might be able to help.
"Exscuse me mam?"
-'Oh, hello-'
Before much more could get out; her eyes met his, and his deep red pools sucked the very will out of the poor girl within a moment. Ya, see; this was why vampires couldn't be trusted with powers like this- because now Em could do whatever he pleased with this young vixen.
She was his mind slave and that whole bs trip.
"A needle and some thread please love.."
Said cooly under his breath while her blank eyes blinked; the girl herself nodding as she trotted off to get what he requested.
Within moments he had the surgical needle and thread used for sowing up wounds normally.
A warm smile and a pat on her shoulder; as the officer walked away and out the entrance:
"Have a nice day mam.."
A simple snap of his fingers before the doors closed would lift the poor nurse from the 'mind haze' with barely a memory or thought of what just happened.
-'Er? What was? Have a nice day sir?'
It was comforting to have a badge to go along with this sorta thing.
Or so Em reassured himself every time he did something low like that;
Regardless!
"I'ma make me a necklace.."
Half-chuckled to himself as he slid the articles in pocket and made his way back outside. Mostly to string up dem teeth, though also to continue waiting for the next round.
^_^
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 1:23 pm
Kuroha had stayed in only a few hours after his fight, though he found the infirmary beds relaxing, and its food quite tasty and regenative for his situation. He had stayed here for nearly the entire time that had been given, being tended to his every whim by wonderfully beautiful nurses in abnormally small clothing. Today was the day he decided that enough was enough though. He wound had been cleaned, sewn and healed for awhile now, and his memory still intact from the effects of his ring. It was sad, because he wasn't able to do exactly what he wanted, and that fight left very little interesting things. Perhaps his author had a busy weekend or someth- I mean... >.> Kuroha had a long DBZ charge, that's it.
"Thank you good ladies, you have healed me quite well." He said, kissing two of the nurses hands romantically. They were speechless, which showed the geizer still had some game left in him.
The samurai got up after thanking the two nurses that had been at his bedside, aiding the aging ronin for his entire stay. Boy did it hurt having to leave those to, though life goes on. He checked out his equipment, and walked out of the infirmary with only one final glance back. He had almost second guessed his leaving, for those two gorgeous beauties. It showed age really had caught up with the old man.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 10:02 am
 "I don't do what I do because I want recognition-"Sensitive as the sleeping giant was-Arian was sneaky.
She walked with no sound all the time, and it hardly took much for her to slip into the resting place of one Vincentius Albert Alaphare-or Sah Lai, in Arian's mind.
Yes, yes-the Great Giant.
The dusky skinned native sat with her back against the chair, one ankle resting on her other knee, the toe of her cloth boot resting on the floor-but not her whole foot.
She simply wasn't big enough for that, at five foot two.
She held a book written in Courtelli, and was reading through it while the dragon slept-having slipped in not too long ago to see him, only to find him resting.
So what the hell-she took a seat and read. Not that she could focus much on the book-she was still rather tense and edgy from not having a fight. "I do what I do because they've been wronged, and I want to make it right."
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 9:32 pm
To literally add insult to injury, Esouna's infirmary bed was pretty much a baby carriage. Some random nurse was explaining to her that arching her back was necessary and this was the only option, but in reality, the doctors didn't want someone so tiny taking a whole bed better suited to other patients. Either way, the fairy was pissed.
And there wasn't anything she could do about it, because every move she made made her sensory wings burn like hydrochloric acid on a paper cut. Large stitches ran down the length of those wings, but the fact remained that she was in three separate pieces right now. The stitches were just holding her together. Worse still, about half her blood was still somewhere in that arena, so she was too pale and weak to move much anyway. When anyone of her species got a break in their skin, it took longer to clot than damage to a human. Thus, the wing rips almost bled her dry.
The nurse stopped gabbering, and partially for kicks, handed Esouna a baby bottle. More BSing, this time about the fairy needing fluids due to blood loss. If anyone was paying attention, they'd notice a classic pulsing "I'm angry" vein on Esouna's forehead. Finally, the nurse left, leaving the humiliated fairy to drink from the bottle.
Infirmary used "Shits and Giggles"! It's super effective!
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 10:09 pm
Even with Vince's supernatural senses, he didn't rightly hear Arian enter the room, flip the pages on her book, or sit down for that matter. She really didn't even sense her as he normally would have; god damn, he was ******** up. Between painkillers and the hide-carved ability kicking in whenever it deemed necessary, his mind was divided in fifty million different places, and he was having trouble keeping it in one place. Hell, the minor concentration it took to use the hide-carved ability was somewhat distracting and stopped and started multiple times in the few minutes that Arian sat around reading her book.
Even with the bright blue flare of Vince's runic tattoo on his right arm keeping him in a deep slumber, something hit him in the face like a semi-truck. A strong scent of vanilla.. rather, what a human would consider a very small amount of Vanilla. To Vince, the amount of vanilla in the air was enough to awake him from his drug and magic induced slumber to groggily open his eyes with a mumble out of his healing jaw. His left arm reached out to the side and his long slender fingers gripped the hilt of the gigantic sword propped against the bed.
The tip of the sword bit lightly into the tile floor and provided enough stability to allow him to sit up, albeit slowly. Even pulling himself into a sitting position seemed to take a lot of energy that he didn't really appear to have, and although he'd regain that energy before the next round, he looked pretty bad. His usually dark toned skin was rather pale, maybe from a bit of blood loss, or maybe from all of the protein and what-not that his body expended to make his restoration complete. The protein thing was more shown by the way that his muscles slightly sagged a bit and only looked normal when he flexed his arm by pulling against the sword.
After sitting up, his head turned to the right and gave Arian a crooked smile with his still healing jaw. A moment after that, he opened his mouth as wide as he could to speak which sounded out in a rather painful crack as the bone snapped itself back into place. "Surprised you came to see me, actually.. Are you surprised to see me like this?" Vince's smile turned to a grin as he nodded his head downwards at his right arm which still held a light-blue glow in the form of the runic tattoo, but most of all held his arm in a massive sling.
Either way, Vince was glad to see Arian.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 11:20 pm
"Hey! Listen!" Cocking his chin and gazing at his fairy with an expression of mild curiosity, Link would cautiously peel layers of clothing off of his body one he dropped the sheathed Master Sword on a bed along with his damaged shield. Sitting, Link would untie the knots of his leather gloves before absently setting them aside to pluck pieces of his ruined tunic from his body. The green tatters hit the floor by his feet followed suite by the long-sleeved white shirt he wore beneath, thus revealing his form for all to witness. Curling his right arm in his lap, eyes of the lightest blue would regard the blotch of yellow skin on his forearm right above his wrist. Touching it gingerly with his bare finger tips, Link would sigh and shut his eyes before leaning over and taking in a deep breath to compose himself. His face was still flushed from the intense heat of Leinhart's explosion while his hearing yet still remained impaired. That, ontop of the minor aches and pains throughout his body, made Link feel as if he could sleep for a fortnight.
Unfortunately, he would only be given a few days to rest. Generally soft spoken, Link would proceed to call one of the important looking doctors his way. If none responded, then Link would grab the attention of a nurse and proceed to show her his arm and reddened face/crisped hair.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 12:48 am
Esouna idly watched the...whatever it was. Floating shiny cyan ball of annoying. Well, whatever it was, it was something to watch for a while. Anything worth doing around here would garner pain from her wings, so since she could only lay there in her impromptu bed, watching the shininess ranked at the top of "things to do to avoid extreme boredom" right now.
While drinking from her baby bottle, Esouna beckoned the shiny thing over with one hand. Weakly, though; heavy blood loss made moving a problem.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 8:49 am
Striker Nightmare Even with Vince's supernatural senses, he didn't rightly hear Arian enter the room, flip the pages on her book, or sit down for that matter. She really didn't even sense her as he normally would have; god damn, he was ******** up. Between painkillers and the hide-carved ability kicking in whenever it deemed necessary, his mind was divided in fifty million different places, and he was having trouble keeping it in one place. Hell, the minor concentration it took to use the hide-carved ability was somewhat distracting and stopped and started multiple times in the few minutes that Arian sat around reading her book.
Even with the bright blue flare of Vince's runic tattoo on his right arm keeping him in a deep slumber, something hit him in the face like a semi-truck. A strong scent of vanilla.. rather, what a human would consider a very small amount of Vanilla. To Vince, the amount of vanilla in the air was enough to awake him from his drug and magic induced slumber to groggily open his eyes with a mumble out of his healing jaw. His left arm reached out to the side and his long slender fingers gripped the hilt of the gigantic sword propped against the bed.
The tip of the sword bit lightly into the tile floor and provided enough stability to allow him to sit up, albeit slowly. Even pulling himself into a sitting position seemed to take a lot of energy that he didn't really appear to have, and although he'd regain that energy before the next round, he looked pretty bad. His usually dark toned skin was rather pale, maybe from a bit of blood loss, or maybe from all of the protein and what-not that his body expended to make his restoration complete. The protein thing was more shown by the way that his muscles slightly sagged a bit and only looked normal when he flexed his arm by pulling against the sword.
After sitting up, his head turned to the right and gave Arian a crooked smile with his still healing jaw. A moment after that, he opened his mouth as wide as he could to speak which sounded out in a rather painful crack as the bone snapped itself back into place. "Surprised you came to see me, actually.. Are you surprised to see me like this?" Vince's smile turned to a grin as he nodded his head downwards at his right arm which still held a light-blue glow in the form of the runic tattoo, but most of all held his arm in a massive sling.
Either way, Vince was glad to see Arian.
Semi trucks hurt. Just saying.
Vibrantly colored blue eyes lifted from the text on her page to Vince, peering at him just over the top edge of the foreign book on...chess, actually. But no one would know that. Arian certainly wasn't telling.
Her eyes dropped to his left hand, where he was wrapping his fingers around his sword-uh oh. Vibrantly colored eyes widening a fraction, Arian was out of her chair and a good three feet behind it before he even started to sit up.
She'd been cleaved in half by the massive blade once before. She sure as ******** wasn't going to go for another one of THOSE, not without Charlie and his million dollar doctors and healers, like hell-oh. He was just using it to pull himself up.
...Arian's reflexes and speed was impressive, but she felt a little silly all the same. She stepped neatly forward, silently, the book she had closed in her left hand-as she came closer to the bed, his crooked smile confirming that he recognized who she was.
His first statement caused a delicately arch to a brow, lifting it in silent amusement-and then his question brought one of those familiar half smiles to Arian's lips, curving them on one side. "Only because I didn't do it, yeah." Her exotically accented English was slightly musical, the lilt on her vowels and the softened hard edges-pleasant to hear, though foreign.
...smart a** outlaw.
Arian, on the other hand, looked perfectly fine. Which was odd in itself, since she usually took alot of damage during her fights, dealing it out and taking hits in order to deal worse ones. Perhaps she had done that well? Or...?
She leaned on the bed rail a bit, head propped up on her hand as her elbow rested on the railing. "You look rough Sah-lai...the other guy must be dead...or crippled..."
"I do what I do because they've been wronged, and I want to make it right."
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 10:11 am
Arian moved back away from his sword, and of course, it caused him to look over to his left hand and at the sword that it was resting on. He knew damned well why she moved away, and at once it caused him to remove his hand from the hilt of the massive blade. He'd not meant to cleave her in half.. it hadn't been intentional.. there'd be no real attempt to harm Arian. Then why did he do it? He sighed silently to himself and looked back at Arian, somehow maintaining his crooked smile as she flashed him that half smile.
"Well hey. You are pretty bad a**, and sexy.. Not everyone can be both at the same time, you know?" He gave her a chuckle and opened his mouth in an attempt to pop his jaw back into place. He gave it a slight movement to the left and the snap that accompanied it along with the sharp pain that shot across his jaw and face. It caused him to wince for a quick moment before his attention re-focused on Arian. His reaction to her second comment was a bit of a smart-a** reply, but it didn't matter; he really had no idea.
"Well, for all I know, that half-vampire is off buried in the dirt somewhere. I've no clue what I actually did to him, because he basically got up and walked off perfectly fine after I created a crater with his head." He shrugged the best he could with his left shoulder, trying to leave his right shoulder where it was. What else could he tell her, really? There was a half-vampire that beat the ******** out of him and that Vince was pretty sure he'd just gotten up and walked off to ******** someone else up? Well, that was basically the truth, as shameful as it was for the dragon. Either way, he had Arian sitting here, leaning on his bed, and she looked as beautiful as ever.
So, at the risk of another b***h-slap to the face Vince gave her a flash of his pearly white teeth and remarked, "How about a kiss to make me feel better, babe?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 4:05 pm
"I don't do what I do because I want recognition-"A glitter of warning through her vibrantly colored eyes, Arian standing straight, hand on the railing now, rather than her leaning on it. "I'm not supposed to be 'sexy'. Unless you like pain. Or something." Actually...didn't he? ...idiot.
Arian wasn't angry, not yet. Still that smart a** sort of manner, half smile gone-but a raised brow. No anger. Not yet.
Her eyes ran over his jaw to his shoulder, along his arm. Damn. He popped She frowned. "HoH-a man named Duc shattered my jaw with a gunstock." Arian said, lifting her chin up, tracing a finger alongside the thin pale scar that ran along the edge of her jaw on the right side, underneath-out of sight if her head was down. She seemed to let the 'sexy' comment go.
For now.
"Then-" Arian lowered her head again, thoughtful. "I fought Chance of Cannon Fodder with a wired shut jaw. He beat my face in. Wires poking out of my cheeks, the whole nine yards." A nod. "So...I know how much that sucks." She was looking over his injuries again.
Wasn't often she talked about a defeat...or the past at all, actually. Battles and what not. Arian was a woman who didn't give out information often. If ever.
She frowned about the half vampire. Ugh. Vampires. "The normal ones always go for my throat..." She muttered, before she grinned a little. "And then I go for theirs. Only I actually get to it."
Arian glanced around the room, shaking her head in annoyance about his opponent being fine. "Well. Least you got a fight. I lost my temper." Vibrantly colored eyes flicked back to him, the same slight frown.
What the ******** was that guy, to walk off fine while Vince was messed up?
He flashed his teeth, opening his ******** up jaw to speak-
And Arian's easy demeanor vanished in exchange for narrowed eyes and a slight scowl. Her left hand shot forward to collide mid chest-pushing the moron right the ******** back down on his bed. "Twice usually means dead, babe." She said heatedly, not letting him up either, if he tried to regain his positioning. Such fire-such TEMPER. It had flashed out of seemingly nowhere!
Silence a second, then Arian blinked. "And I don't make people feel better. I'm usually the one ******** them up, remember? Jeez." She added, flash of temper gone-but not her mild annoyance. She wasn't 'babe' She was Arian, damn him. She frowned at having struck his chest.
"...sorry." Hey, there was that much. Poor Vince. And his stupid flirting.
...she was going to kill him for that sometime. And the kitten. ...eventually. Cough. "I do what I do because they've been wronged, and I want to make it right."
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 6:01 pm
"I don't do what I do because I want recognition-""Mister Alaphare! Mister Alaphare!" The idealistic female voice made Arian blink-and sidestep, pivoting on one foot so she could see the door-right side towards Vince, left towards the-
...strangely dressed nurse.
The hell?
She was about five six, with curly blonde hair and faded blue eyes, fair, pale skin with just a dusting of freckles over the bridge of her nose. Shapely, long legs and a lithe torso, her body graceful and dancer like, willowy-was covered in a short white skirt and a button up white short sleeved shirt that-well, had a few buttons undone at the top, turning her top into a revealing low cut shirt. A little silver heart dangled from a short chain just over her breasts, her bottom covered, yes, but the skirt leaving little to the imagination-white tights and bright pink crocs on her feet.
She wore a little nurses hat. It was her disguise to get to see Vince, her HERO!
Arian was flat out ignored-which was probably good, because she was eying this woman with an impassive face-but her eyes were clearly wondering if this woman was crazy.
The blonde rushed to Vince's bedside in a flurry of curls and some rose scented perfume that was sweet and sensual, masking the faint Vanilla scent that clung to Arian's hair and darker, native toned skin.
The blonde 'nurse' was straightening pillows in no time. "Are you alright? I saw the fight and was so WORRIED!" She gushed, her chest rather-well, close-as she reached past him to fluff a pillow, all concerned in her idealistic, stereotypical voice.
"You didn't have to sneak in here you know. It's open. To the public." Arian pointed out in her accented English, only to get an odd look from the blonde as she stood up straight to look at Arian-who was now nearer the foot of the bed, watching the blonde's hands like she might be some kind of ditzy assassin.
"...you're that outlaw woman." The blonde said, not sniffing, exactly-but not approving either.
Arian did nothing, merely watched the taller woman a second, as if weighing her out, determining whether to be insulted or not.
"...yep." And then she backed off the bed, picking up her book-but still watching this lady, who had turned back to Vince. "Are you alright Mister Alaphare? Can I get you anything? Are they taking good CARE of you here? I sure hope so!"
The contrast was rather...sharp. Arian had come in and let him be-then made a smart a** crack or two. This lady came in and was just DEVASTATED he was so hurt! Oh no! Oh my!
Arian thought she was a twit.
Then again-Arian thought a lot of women were just...ridiculous.
She was an attractive lady, flattering-and talked. Alot.
"I do what I do because they've been wronged, and I want to make it right."
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 8:07 pm
Well, basically.. things got screwy. Vince had been waiting for Arian to give him a kiss, and instead, she threw him back to the bed and caused his arm to smash into the railing. Then, she gave him a speech about how he shouldn't call her babe, call her sexy, etc. etc. Then, of course, she called him babe, which was all so awesome. Vince's eyes lit up and his crooked grin returned as he simply shrugged his shoulders, although he was quite sure that she had feelings for him. After-all, with all of the months that passed since the Dark Tournament, his feelings for her had certainly gotten stronger, hadn't her's?
He wasn't about to ask her now, however, he did respond simply with: "Well.. You make me feel better when you're around. Honestly, I was somewhat glad you came to see me; I needed something to cheer me up, dear." With that, Vince's crooked smile dropped from his face and he turned to look at her sincerely. It would seem that they were about to have a moment when all of a sudden the door bursts open and well, needless to say, Vince's eyes widened and his mouth dropped.
He'd been hit by his one true weakness. A woman, and a rather attractive woman at that. First of all, to clarify, Vince did not think that the woman was more attractive to Arian, and that's not only because she was an islander. True, that did make her a bit more attractive in Vince's mind, but the deciding factor was Arian's firey demeanor and how she acted in general. She always had this mindset that she was going to kick someone's a**; a lot of the time it was Vince's a**, but either way, it was sexy.
No matter about that now, because at the current moment, Vince had a rather large set of breasts in his face. Literally right there. In his face. Needless to say, it was a rather good day. He had a sexy islander, a sexy.. not-so-nursey.. nurse in his face.. well hey. What more could he ask for? Then, of course, the woman began to fluff up his pillows and s**t, her breasts in his face moving when she did so, and this in turn caused him to shift uncomfortably. Vince was getting ready to talk about his emotions to Arian when this came up.
What the hell was with all of this s**t? "No.. I'm perfectly fine, and I don't need anything.. What in the hell are you doing here?" He was slightly agitated, and slightly amused. He was more or so waiting for Arian to come over and beat the s**t out of the obnoxious female. That is, if his suspicions were correct and her feelings for Vince had grown. For now, he'd simply wait and see with another shift out of feeling uncomfortable.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 9:02 pm
"I don't do what I do because I want recognition-""Well.. You make me feel better when you're around. Honestly, I was somewhat glad you came to see me; I needed something to cheer me up, dear."
Crazy mother ********.
Still though-the words were remembered, as everything Arian heard was remembered-but these went in a 'things to feel almost nice about' folder.
It's what she thought about while she watched this blonde lady, fawning over Vince like he was just...God or something. It was kind of disgusting, the way the woman acted, actually. Disgusting, and annoying.
Of course, she had no idea the woman had just saved her from a talk about 'feelings'. ((xDDDDDDDDD))
Awkwardness be damned.
Arian watched the blonde, her eyes on her back-and then Vince demanded in an agitated-but slightly amused tone.
Arian's vibrantly colored gaze was piercing now, as if she was looking through the blonde, to her heart-and seeking to attack it somehow.
Yet she still remained silent.
The blonde was oblivious to Arian's gaze-cooing over the half dragon in human form. "Ooh, I came to SEE you, sweetheart!" Arian's expression had changed to one of mild disbelief-and disgust, her full lips lifting at one corner not in a half smile-but as if she had smelled something foul.
Of course-the woman wore rose scented perfume, all sensual and...stuff. Whatever the hell perfume was for. Smelling nice. And sexy.
"You were so hurt when the fight was over-that mean old half vamp thing-you were a hero, MY hero, and I just had to come check on yo-URK!" The yelp/squeak interrupted her gushing words of flattery-and her odd primping of Vince and his bed sheets-leaning over him at various locations before coming back to adjust his little unused IV pump, then the railing, then his sword-then his pillows, then his sheet-EVERYWHERE!
Until the book struck her squarely in the back of her head, jerking her forward, hat tumbling off and onto Vince's lap.
She seemed annoyed. Her blonde hair had tumbled forward off her shoulders, bouncy curls slightly in her face-as she straightened, shoving them back-and turning sharply back to Arian.
Arian didn't pretend like it wasn't her. Actually-her eyes were burning into the Blonde's pale ones, narrowed in silent warning-before the smaller of the two moved forward, intending to bend-calm as day-to pick up her book.
Funny enough-the two women seemed to be at odds with each other without speaking. "Did you...throw a book at me?" The Blonde asked, reaching back blindly for her pill cap-touching God only knew what-and then placing it back on her head, tipping it forward.
"Yep." Arian uttered simply, short and to the point-venomous. It was startling, how much anger, fire, and WARNING she could fit into one simple word, one little utterance. Startling-and kind of scary. Her eyes never left the Blonde's as she came to a stop just in front of her book, now on the floor, open.
"Might I ask WHY?" The Blonde demanded, stomping her foot, Arian having bent down to pick up her book-but the vibrant blues flicked to the corner of her rounded, almond shaped eyes-full of fire.
She straightened, dusting her book off, still having said nothing.
She placed it neatly on the edge of the small bedside table. She hadn't looked at Vince once. Just the Blonde.
"...hmph! Why are you carrying that around anyway? You can't speak English hardly, let alone read." And she turned once more to Vince-or halfway did.
Arian's face didn't change-but her eyes did. They suddenly blazed into life, that inner fire becoming flat out RAGE- making fun of her English was stupid. Making fun of her intelligence was even worse. She could read and write Seven languages, and was learning, absorbing more all the time. She could speak four of those languages. She could, if she chose to-speak without her accent, albeit slowly.
This woman was thinking Arian was like other Courtelli natives. That she was kept ignorant by her government. The fool. She hadn't lived on her native island since she was eight years old-she was a completely different animal-and this b***h was about to realize it.
"It's a book on chess." Arian spoke in flawless English, no accent, no fluctuation at all-her tone and speech odd, not as pleasant as her accented words. The Blonde blinked, attention rerutning-and that's about when Arian's right heel came crashing into the woman's mid section, Arian's back to Vince as she cut back violently with her right leg, performing the kick while keeping on the toes of her left cloth boot. <******** this s**t.
The Blonde hit the bed rail and bounced off-Arian pulling her calf in, knee bending-only to kick the Blonde AGAIN with the toned and powerful leg, this time dead in the side-knocking her to the floor on her hip.
Arian stood on both feet again, her brief kicking boxing like attack ended-except it wasn't. She advanced. You knew she was going to. "I do what I do because they've been wronged, and I want to make it right."
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 9:39 pm
Vince.. didn't even know what to say. Basically, his mouth dropped open as the woman claimed him to be some sort of god. True, he was a god in many human eyes, simply because they didn't see many massive dragons walking around. Especially not dragons which could shape-shift and act normally and courteously. Aside from all of that, no, Vince was not a god. He was in-fact.. in this form.. as much of a human as the rest of anyone else.
Still didn't stop people from swooning over him and s**t. Hell, this girl was crazy as ********, claiming that he was her hero just because he'd fought a half-vampire. s**t, if she thought that was good.. she should have seen when he killed a dragon with just a swing of his own massive tail, or when he wrestled with a polar-bear in his half-dragon form and won. There were so many crazy things that he'd done which were so much cooler than fighting a half-vampire.. and well.. this girl was still annoying.
Back to fluffing his pillows, fixing his sheets.. moving his sword.. That seriously agitated Vince. He liked having the sword in his reach for purposes of safety and for purposes of well... He liked having the ******** sword there. God damned women, always nitpicking s**t, always trying to move s**t around. Couldn't they leave a man's personal belongings alone? Well.. rather.. the ones that weren't attached to that man's person. Those could be messed with at will, as far as Vince was concerned, of course, Vince made no mention of this.
Hell, he had no time to speak his distaste before a book went flying and smashed into the female's head. Of course, this pulled a laugh from Vince's mouth, and continued to watch in interest as his brow raised slightly. She'd been.. reading.. chess? Well, it didn't matter what she was reading, at this point. Not only that, his suspicion was proven. Arian had gotten agitated that the woman was all over him, and it almost made Vince tease her for it, but at the current moment, he knew better. He seen the fire in his eyes, and immediately, he prepared himself.
What for? Well, as the woman went down, and Arian kicked her again, he was up on his feet. True, his right arm was still in a sling, but it didn't matter. Quickly, he moved to Arian and wrapped his left arm around her slender frame quickly in an attempt to restrain her. Of course, he expected Arian to struggle, and so, he expected his arm to start hurting very soon.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 10:04 pm
Fighting? In my infirmary? It's more likely than you think.
The sounds of complaining, fawning, and stuff hitting other stuff diverted Esouna's attention away from the floaty thing. Apparently, a dragon-thing, a nurse, and someone else were getting into a wrestling match, and that wasn't fair. People were trying to heal, here, and some of them weren't very good at it. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and let go of her bottle.
"HEY! Stop it, you two," The fairy yelled at them, getting a tired just from that action, but not about to silence herself. "Go fight somewhere else, or I--" Suddenly, not feeling good. Her vision clouded up, and she fell back into her baby carriage "bed", getting a stern bodily reminder that you can't do anything with heavy blood loss. Esouna groaned lightly, feeling extremely light-headed.
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