Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 7, 2020 2:43:07 GMT -5
Dying was easy. Living was so much harder. Working out how to bring someone back ... it was an impossibility. A design against nature. At least nature as it was understood by the creature the man had bled out as. Living was so much harder when you would never, ever make it that close to being alive again. Any physical actions were easy. They felt right, they felt natural. Giving Combeferre blood that would have poisoned a human. Did poison a human. But with intent. Murder with intent, destruction with intent. Death with intent. It was the mind where the work occured. Myrnin was tossed into a storm without knowing what was happening. He floundered against it, the last thoughts and feelings and echoes of a man dying. It was nothing physical to hold onto, nothing describable. Describing it would have required words English didn't have, would require words that no being had. Just instincts to live and die. But if there were words. If the closest metaphorical approximation could be applied, than Myrnin reached out a "hand" to grab for Combeferre, to pull him back. To repair the links that had been severed as best as he could. And as soon as he had Combeferre's "hand," as soon as there was a connection (one that would not and could not be broken until one of them died for good), then something changed. Wounds. Impossible wounds ... they started knitting back together. Healing completely. For the time being, the moment better human and not, Combeferre didn't burn. Myrnin's eyes flew open. And then almost shut again, as he almost collapsed. He almost lost all sense of where he was or what was keeping him up. But he was hurt. He could feel the sun prickle and cause pain. He jerked his hand away and tried to hide himself in his own shadow. He was hungry. More than he'd been before. Very. Tired and hungry. He didn't wait for consciousness. He could tell the sun would hurt and he wasn't going to wait for that. So he grabbed one of his hands and tugged. (He'd likely wake up any second now if he hadn't already.) Toward Rue. It was the best shelter there was to offer.
And Rue watched. And watched. And watched. And there was nothing at all she could do. She stared, her eyes wide, her body very still. She wanted to stop this and at the same time she knew this was okay, this was the right thing to do. She had no idea how she knew that. Or even if she knew that, if she was right. But everything told her that this was going to be okay. Her head felt....empty. Like there was nothing left. She tried to think, she tried to remember something, anything about why this felt right, but nothing came. All she knew was that she couldn’t do anything but watch. So that was what she did. She could have looked away, closed her eyes, but she didn’t. She watched the whole thing. As soon as it was over, she blinked, stepping back to make room in the shade for them as they approached her. She didn’t know how they could be in the sun when she couldn’t, but that was far from her biggest worry, at the moment.
There it was. The chance at life, once again, even as death reached a vice-like hand around Combeferre. He grabbed Myrnin's "hand," pulling himself to the surface once again, shock filling him as he weaved his way around death and found himself back in the world of the living. He was running. Stumbling, really, the sun burning, hot on his back. He hissed with pain, but as far as he was concerned, it was less painful than being stabbed through, so he didn't mind much. "Thank you," he managed, his tongue finally catching up with his mind once they reached the shade. It was all... almost too much. The light was too bright, the sounds around him too loud - he could hear a bug a few feet away, buzzing almost as though it was right next to his ear. The scents... the scents... blood. Combeferre's eyes turned red in an instant, and the only thought that filled his mind was hunger, intense and aching in a way he'd never felt before. Blood. He could sense it, human and not too far away. There was, of course, the sun to worry about, but with his mind so focused as it was on the human he could smell... he wasn't thinking about it. He broke free from Myrnin, the sun scorching and painful and torturous until he was once again in shade. He wasn't thinking, he was just moving. And then he saw it. Blood, fresh, a boy seated against a building, knees pulled up to his chest. It was as though he was standing under the overhang of a building one moment, and on top of the boy the next. Fangs snapped down, and though he winced against the feeling at first, he didn't have much time to think before instinct took over and he pressed the boy down firmly, focused entirely on the promise of blood.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 7, 2020 3:21:50 GMT -5
It took several key seconds for Myrnin to understand what was happening. Well, not completely, but worry and concern kicked in and he was stumbling after Combeferre in an almost run. It wasn't an exact science. It was a stumble for a reason. The sun was hurtful and blistering, but not enough to really distract him. Just damaged flesh getting subjected to another wave of something painful. He could smell the blood too. It was almost - almost - enough to cause him to snap just a little. He wanted to stop feeling like his insides were trying to eat each other or worse ... like he would only be able to think of that. He could survive with the howling desire to rip into someone's throat so long as he didn't actually do it. The difference was Combeferre didn't seem to be abiding by the same princple. "H-hold up?" Myrnin said, doubt escaping into his voice. Was he supposed to stop him? Was he? He felt like maybe he should, but on the other hand if it was what he needed? Should he?
Samuel's head jerked around. He'd heard someone approaching ... and then they ran into Orsino at speeds that only Sam thought he was capable of making. "Kelsier?" he asked. "Orsino is ..." Then the scent of blood hit him. It should not have been this fast, but maybe the wind was blowing in the right direction, drifting through the open door that Kelsier had left. Sam bolted. He wasn't even sure why he was running for a second. To help Orsino? He thought so. He at least thought so for another couple seconds. Then he was thinking about the smell. About how he wanted it too. About how someone else would take it all when he needed it. So much for Orsino.
It didn’t happen the way Rue thought it would. The main difference was that it was faster, too fast for her to keep up. And then they were both gone and she didn’t hesitate before she was running after them both, ignoring the agony of the sun beating down on her, scorching her like fire. She knew she needed to get to them, fast. She has the awful feeling that her head has been right. Hungry. She was hungry. The smell of blood made that all too clear. She was trying. She had a feeling she needed to keep trying, even though it felt like giving into it would be better, much better. “Stop him!” She gasped finally, her voice coming back low and quiet even though she felt like screaming. Horror twisted inside of her, writhing in her gut like something alive. “Stop him!” She shouted, whipping around to stare at Myrnin, her eyes burning wild and crimson. “Please!”
Kelsier wasn’t paying quite enough attention. Well. He was, but not to what he should have been. He was looking for traps, and secrets, and anything he didn’t know existed. He looked up as Samuel spoke, turning to face the boy as - “Samuel!” The boy was gone in an instant. Kelsier forgot to check for traps, forgot that he was supposed to be being careful and thorough. He knew where Sam was going, because he knew that the thing that was most likely to make the kid bolt was someone in danger, And who else but Orsino? Kel cursed under his breath and ran, sprinting as fast as he could go, back towards where Orsino was likely to be. He had no idea what to expect. But he was going to stop it, whatever it was.
Nico tried to fight, but there was nothing he could do. He knew he was already weaker than he should have been, malnourished and sleep deprived as he had been when he'd appeared. He struggled in vain, trying to push against the weight on top of him with everything he had. The temperature in the space between buildings dropped sharply, but Nico had no way of knowing that was his doing. He was afraid. Not of dying, for some reason. Not of the blood that was being drained from him, but at the weight of the person on top of him. He didn't have memories of why, but his breath quickened and he tried to curl in on himself, protecting himself from imaginary enemies. He was shaking, and not just from blood loss. Tears, hot and wet, chased their way down his cheeks, and his head was beginning to grow fuzzy. "Stop," he managed weakly, still trying to push the man away. "Don't touch me!" His voice, though he intended it to be rough and intimidating, just came across as weak and desperate. "Please," he managed, trying to pull in on himself. --- Combeferre was scarcely aware of what he was doing, just that the taste of blood was good, and his insides felt less like they were going to rip him apart. He didn't seem to process that there was a human life underneath him. He didn't seem to process, even, that he wasn't alone. He'd be fine as soon as he finished. But for now, he needed more, and the thing underneath him was squirming too much. He pressed his other hand down on the boy's other shoulder, pinning him more firmly in place with more strength than he was even aware he had.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 7, 2020 4:01:07 GMT -5
Rue's plea was enough. It at least tipped Myrnin's decision one way rather than another. But it still greatly relied on the fact that he knew Combeferre needed blood. Needed it to live and survive and that Myrnin taking him away would be difficult. But he leaned over anyway, grabbing at the man's shoulders. Holding him firmly and hissing in his ear, "Let him go. Let him go now." He leaned far enough over that he could pull Combeferre's head away (hopefully with minimum damage to Nico) and off the boy. The blood smelled good. Like something he needed. He could still smell it on his hands and on Combeferre's clothing - slightly different, like a different ... flavor? ... - but still the same. Only the boy's was better. Not drying or old. It nagged at Myrnin. Something he could have if only he was able ... But he focused om holding Combeferre back. Focused on waiting it out and for the blood to hit his system. Hopefully enough to keep him aware ...
It didn't help that a new someone, keeping to the edges of the buildings and the shadows, was the next one to appear. A small boy. The difference was his eyes were the same bright red as ... well, most of the current collection of beings, minus Orsino. Samuel froze for maybe only a second. But the smell of blood nagged too much at his senses. He hadn't eaten anything since he arrived and he wasn't sure why Orsino smelled like something he could, something he should, have, but he found long teeth extending from his mouth and every idea how to use them. He hurried forward, wanting to do exactly that.
Rue breathed in as Myrnin did as she asked, stopping the new vampire, pulling him back. She knew she couldn’t have done it herself, of course she couldn’t. She was small, weak, too fragile to be of much use. That was what her instincts told her, anyway. She watched, horrified at what she was seeing, and yet her eyes refused to return to their regular dark brown. She wanted to attack, too, even as she struggled to do something to help the boy who’d been attacked, even as she tried to make herself move forward to see it he was okay. Then another shape flew out of nowhere and she was moving before she could think, trying to collide with the figure before it could reach the boy. She had no idea whether that was something she could do, or even should do, but she had to try, didn’t she? Maybe if she could just knock him off target, maybe things would be okay.
It didn’t take Kel long to get there, all things considered. But he wasn’t a vampire. He didn’t even have any metals to burn, all he had was the knowledge that whether he liked the kid or not, Orsino was in danger. And Sam was going to get there first. Which meant they were both in danger. He cursed again, running at top speed. Then he stopped, because the scene in front of him was worse than he’d imagined. It was all happening too fast. Kelsier’s dagger was in his hand before he could think, and he was running, towards Sam, towards Orsino, towards the strangers. They’d been wrong to think they were alone, stupid to think it was safe to let Orsino go alone. Why had he agreed to this? The girl flashed towards Sam before he could, and so he veered to the side, towards Orsino. “Get away from him.” His voice was like fire, his eyes even more so, and he pointed his dagger at them both. “I won’t ask again.”
Combeferre pulled against Myrnin, his face a mask of anger and desperation and hunger as he tried to get back towards his prey. Animalistic fury tore at him and he tried to wriggle free, his fangs bared and eyes wild. He needed that blood, he needed to finish off his prey. To finish off the boy. The... boy. Lying there against the building, that was all he saw there. A child with blood covering his neck, some of it still leaking out slowly with the boy's pulse. He could hear it, weaker than it had been before, but still there. Confusion crossed Combeferre's face and he stopped resisting Myrnin, trying to force himself to breathe. He didn't need to, which was odd, but it felt better to do it anyway. That was a boy. He'd hurt a boy. His eyes stayed red for a long moment before changing back to the soft, gentle blue they'd been before. "Thank you," he managed in a strangled voice, wiping the blood from his lips. "Thank you for not letting me kill him." His voice sounded hoarse and scared to his own ears. The possibility that he'd nearly just killed the child... it was too horrible to contemplate. --- There were too many bodies far, far too close to Nico. He shrank in even further on himself, grateful for the sudden lack of pressure against his shoulders. Against his form in general. He was still shaking, trembling like he stood in the middle of a snowstorm. His body was tensed, coiled like he planned on springing out at whoever attacked next. And there was going to be another attack. His thoughts were disjointed, the feeling of someone so close still sending panic running down his spine, igniting a fear so tangible he felt as though he was drowning. He was having trouble breathing. He was having trouble focusing. Red. Red. Red. Were these figures moving too fast for him to process because his mind was still struggling, or were they simply moving that fast? Daggers. Kelsier... yes, this would be an ideal time to finish him off, if Kelsier so wished. He couldn't fight back. He couldn't even think. All he could do was lay there and try to breathe and hope that whatever fight was ensuing would end with all parties as far from him as possible.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 7, 2020 4:44:39 GMT -5
Myrnin wasn't sure he should take the thanks. On the one hand, he felt as much for the random boy as he did for Combeferre. That he deserved to live, that he deserved to stay. But the other hand, the one which wanted food, which was part of his hunger, told him in no uncertain terms that the boy was prey. That his life meant they would stay thinking, that they would keep surviving. He didn't take the thanks so much as he nodded a couple times. He didn't let Combeferre go. Not withstanding the fact that there seemed to be another person attacking the boy. Myrnin stiffened, freezing for a second as he watched Rue try to attack him and pull him away. The boy was hungry too. Then there was a man with a knife and Myrnin hissed at him. More out of nervousness and hunger than anything. He was stronger. He could afford to lose blood ... but it seemed like the boy that had appeared from nowhere had the same idea ...
Rue's interception of Samuel worked. Ish. Rather than knocking him away from anyone, she knocked him back in the direction of Kelsier. Almost into him, in fact. There was blood smell there too. So near that Samuel could almost tell what it tasted like. And for the time being, it didn't matter who it was or where it was. He needed it. He needed it enough that he bit into Kelsier without a second thought, straining to reach, fangs sinking in and blood pooling in his mouth almost at once. It was exactly what he needed. It was exactly what he wanted. Even if there was observance to what was happening, it went away in the face of that. He needed this, so he took it.
Rue gritted her teeth as she made impact, stumbling as she shoved him away. She’d done it. She’d gotten him away from one of the loud people. And straight into another one. “No!” It was supposed to be a shout, but it was more of a whisper. She froze, trying to think, trying to move, but she was hungry and the smell of blood was almost overpowering her, I’m spite of everything she was doing to evade it. She couldn’t hold out much longer, she could feel out getting stronger, and she didn’t trust herself to move. “Stop....” It was all happening too fast. A man with a knife, a boy on the ground, the two tall strangers and the other boy she’d tried so hard to stop. She was too small, she knew that, not strong enough. “Stop it!”
Kelsier narrowed his eyes. He would be lying if he said his personal feelings weren’t important here. He didn’t particularly like the boy on the ground. He wasn’t even sure why, he just didn’t. That didn’t stop him from taking a threatening step forward, though. “Stay away from him.” He hissed back, his eyes flashing. He would have said more, too. Unfortunately, he wasn’t watching Sam. Why would he? One second he was standing tall and threatening, dagger pointed towards the two attackers. Next moment, the dagger had been knocked from his hand as he fell, hitting the ground with enough force to knock the air from his lungs for a moment. The wrong moment, in fact. Because Samuel’s fangs were buried in his neck. He was too stunned to react for a moment. Then he pushed, trying to dislodge the boy, his hazel eyes wide with shock.
Combeferre watched in horror as violence broke out around him. He got the distinct feeling that he didn't like violence very much, that this wasn't what he intended to happen. If the others were feeling the same as he did, then the blood would help. But at what cost? Could he condone killing these people if it meant that the rest of them felt better? No, he decided. No, he couldn't. He was still hungry, he still wanted to go after the blood staining the ground, leeching from both of the people whose hearts were still beating. He pulled against Myrnin, trying to get towards Kelsier, to pull the boy off of him. "Let me go," he murmured softly. "Let me help him." Though his eyes were no longer red, the look in them was wild, desperate. If he'd known even a little bit more about himself, he may have insisted that he was a doctor. That he needed to be there to help, just let him help... but who knew how effective he'd be if he was drawn towards the scent of blood like he'd been before? He could be far more harm than he was good. He would just have to figure out how to work around that. - Nobody came. Nobody came closer to Nico, and the boy sighed softly, curling tighter against himself. All of these people, he could see... they were dead. Well... half dead. The same as Sam. Looking between them and Kelsier, who was now being attacked by Samuel (why was that happening, weren't they friends?), he had a feeling that the little light flickering around him was probably similar to the one around Kelsier. Gold, but beginning to sputter out. Beginning to turn grey, darker than the others, more ominous. Kelsier was dying. "No!" He shouted, but he wasn't sure if he'd done it out loud or just in his head. Somehow he was on his feet, swaying from the blood loss. He didn't recall standing up, but it had happened. He pushed his hands forward, powers he didn't know he had flaring to life inside of him. He pushed as hard as he could, body still trembling wildly from the feeling of the man so close. He felt resistance, but he kept pushing, unaware what he was doing until he gave one final shove. He watched, eyes wide and heart pounding, as the undead were pushed away, scattered a few feet. Before he could recognize the meaning of what he'd done, the world around him and Kelsier was plunged into shadow as the boy instinctively raised a shield of the stuff around them.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 7, 2020 5:26:06 GMT -5
Myrnin had to let go of Combeferre. Not because if the man's struggles, though he might have been convinced to do so given a second to process, but because of a force that slammed into him. He lost his grip on Combeferre, tossed a couple feet away, then hurriedly got to his again. He looked around. Checking on what was going on. He felt no connection to the smaller boy, but he seemed to be like them. He smelled like them, ish. As much as almost a lack of smell could. Like whatever was clinging to him defined who he was to that sense. He'd been here longer than them, that was for certain. Myrnin didn't know who was most likely to attack, so he kept an eye on Rue was keeping close to Combeferre. "We need to leave," he hissed. "We'll just do more harm than good." He was tired. He felt like he could have held back two people, but not now. Now was not one of those times. He felt tired enough that he could almost have curled up to try and sleep. Combeferre would be feeling tired as well, he was sure. Hungry and tired weren't a good combination.
Sam had been tossed aside. Violently. He wasn't sure where he landed until he'd rolled twice and hit into the side of a building. Not too hard, but enough. He pushed himself up, the taste of blood still in his mouth. He wanted more. He really did. But his hands were shaking against the ground and he didn't try. He was in the shadows for now. And he was horrified. What had he done? Had he hurt Kelsier badly? The shield stood between him finding out. He licked his lips, which had a taste of blood on them still, before calling, "K-keliser? O-orsino?" Why were things happening like this? Did either of them have answers? Were they okay? He needed them to be okay ... He ... he was also still hungry.
Rue was still standing frozen in place when it hit her. The force of it was enough to throw her backwards and off her feet. Then she hit the ground hard and bounced and rolled like a tossed doll, coming to a stop at last a ways away from the others. She tried to get up instantly, her heart thumping painfully in her chest, though she was sure it had been still before this. She didn’t understand what had happened or how, all she knew was that they were away from the people who’s hearts beat and who’s blood smelled good. She was hungry. So hungry. She wanted nothing more than to run back and try to get some of the blood for herself. Her fangs were down, she realized, and though she couldn’t see it, her eyes were red. She almost ran towards the shadows. It was a near thing. But she didn’t, somehow, she didn’t.
It all happened in a moment. First Kelsier was trying to push Samuel off of him, trying to get the boy’s fangs out of his neck, and then suddenly the feeling of his skin tearing drowned out everything else and he gave a sharp, agonized gasp that turned into more of a choke. His hand moved of its own accord, reaching up to press itself against his neck to try and stop the bleeding. He pushed himself to a sitting position in spite of the face that he was bleeding, badly, and in spite of the fact that the pain was threatening to make him sick. He ignored it. He wasn’t the only one who’d just been bitten, after all. “Orsino?” He managed, keeping his trembling hand pressed against the open wound in his neck. He felt likely to pass out soon, but he grit his teeth against the feeling and hung on. “Are you alright?”
Combeferre skidded backwards, rolling to a stop besides Rue and Myrnin. He could smell the blood, and though he was still hungry, the thought was still enough to sicken him. He was... he was supposed to be helpful. He wasn't supposed to hurt people. And yet here he was, eyes flickering between blue and red as his fangs poked sharply through his gums. He'd hurt someone. He'd hurt someone badly judging by how hard the boy had been shaking under him. Hesitantly, he picked himself to his feet, glancing between Rue and Myrnin and the new boy. Did any of them know where they were? Who they were? He had thought the amnesia was a side effect of dying, but he realized now he still didn't have anything more than a name. "I agree," he managed, still trying to breathe to calm himself. "I don't want anyone else to be hurt today." He glanced around, hyper-aware of his surroundings. He thought he could smell other people, but the thought of approaching them settled like a weight in his stomach, hard and uncomfortable. "If I'm correct, though," he added, looking between his two companions, "I'm not the only one who needs... needed... blood." He was soaked in the stuff. How much of it was still his own? How much was the boy's? "So we'll need to figure out how to get that without hurting anyone else." He wanted to apologize to the boy, but the shield stood in his way. Would he be able to help himself if he found himself on the other side of it? No, he figured, remembering the instinctive way he'd attacked. He didn't think he could. - Nico was shaking. He didn't know what he'd done, but they were safe now. Well, safe-ish. Kelsier looked half ready to bleed out, and Nico was far from sure that Kelsier wasn't going to attack him. He made quite a target now, trembling and swaying and weak enough he thought he might pass out any moment. Something was drawing his energy, though he didn't know what. He hadn't connected the shadows to himself yet, even as a portion of them siphoned off to settle at the wound on Kelsier's neck. It would stop the bleeding, hopefully. He didn't feel like speaking, but if he didn't... the pressure in his head was unbearable, the feeling that something was still going to attack, the feeling of his skin crawling, the reasons there, just beyond the surface, that he should remember. "I'm sorry." He choked out, but he couldn't be sure what for. The blood loss was making it difficult to think on top of everything else. He was having trouble breathing. Was that because of the blood loss, or the feeling of being held down? It was the fear more than anything else that was overwhelming him, chilling the air and leeching from him. The weeds that were growing between the stones in the street began to wither. "I'm sorry."
Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 7, 2020 12:10:20 GMT -5
Since that seemed to be settled without Combeferre making a run for the shield, Myrnin drifted a bit to the side, a hand resting on Rue's shoulder. This felt awkward. He got the impression that he didn't usually offer ... help? No. No, that didn't feel right. He liked offering help, he was pretty sure. But he was also sure that this was ... responsibility? Whatever it was, he said with a bit of a his, "We need to leave. Now." If they got away, he was fairly sure the hunger, or at least what was triggering it, would subside a little. It was needed for the three of them while they still had any grasp of who not to attack. "That way. That way now," Myrnin added, nodding to the next patch of shade. "Keep moving along those sides of the houses ... find somewhere to hole up. We can't help them." So minimize any further damage they could cause. He looked over at the boy ...
Sam didn't notice the man looking at him. He was too focused on the shield. He wanted to call out again, but he felt very ... alone. He licked his lips, trying to work out what to do. What ... what was he? He ... wasn't safe. He wasn't safe and he wasn't ready for any of this. He shivered and scooted forward a couple inches. "Boy," said a voice. Sam flinched, looking in the direction of the people who had attacked his friend. "Did you want to come?" There was sympathy in the voice. Maybe a bit of understanding. They acted like him ... the eyes, the fangs, the running. But Sam furiously shook his head. No. No, he couldn't. He couldn't. Whatever had happened ... he wasn't going to just leave. He couldn't just leave. He watched the man turn away to look at the one that had attacked Orsino. He nodded in the direction of the side alley again. "O-o-orsino?" Sam asked again, but softer. "K-k-k-kel?"
Everything hurt. Whether that was due to the sun she had run through, or something else, Rue couldn’t tell. She looked up as the man spoke and rested a hand on her shoulder. It was surprisingly comforting, and she let out a short breath, trying to calm down. Whatever had just happened, she seemed to be one of whatever these people were, not whatever the people behind the shadows was. Were her eyes red, too? She knew she had fangs. She also knew how to use them. It was instinct, impossible to resist for long. Hungry. She was so hungry. She had the strangest feeling that that wasn’t unusual. Maybe people were just naturally uncomfortable all the time. Except...she could tell there was a fundamental difference between her and the people they’d just attacked. She glanced at the man who had attacked the boy. He was covered in blood. His? The boy’s? Would he attack them next? She was the easiest target by far. She took a step away from them. Then another. She was one of them. That couldn’t be right. That couldn’t be right at all. She didn’t hurt people. “I don’t...want to go anywhere with you people.” She whispered. “I didn’t hurt anyone. I wouldn’t hurt anyone. I wouldn’t...”
Kelsier was only somewhat aware of what had happened, though he was slowly figuring it out. He reached up to touch his neck, and his hand touched shadow, like the thing that was surrounding them, cutting them off from the people...things?.... that had done this. They’d attacked Orsino. They’d attacked a kid. Well, hadn’t he almost done the exact same thing? No, he’d just been protecting Sam. Orsino had been threatening them. Right? Well, look how that had turned out. He had the distinct impression that he’d completely misread this situation. Or maybe that was the wound in his neck talking. And the fact that Sam was the one who had put it there. He blinked, then pushed himself to a sitting position, ignoring the way his head spun. He was still conscious, at least. He had a feeling that was a good sign. And he wasn’t the only one who’d been attacked. One glance was enough to tell Kelsier that Orsino needed help, now. He pushed himself to his feet, then paused. Something about the look in the boy’s eyes told him how fragile this was. “Orsino, hey.” He said slowly and clearly, keeping his voice calm. The shadows, the cold, the makeshift bandage on his neck... Well. Who else would it be? “Easy.” He told the kid, putting his hands out in a pacifying gesture. He smiled, because that felt natural on his features, and he had a feeling he needed to appear as non threatening as he possibly could. “Easy. Okay, listen to me. You’re okay, you’re here with me, you’re safe. I’m not going to hurt you, but you need to sit down and let me come closer, okay? Look.” He removed his dagger and tossed it away from him. “See? It’s fine. You don’t have to be sorry. Don’t be sorry for anything.” He took a step forward, slowly, keeping his hands visible, the reassuring smile still on his features. He just needed to stop the bleeding and keep Orsino from panicking,
Combeferre felt his breath catch in his chest. The words the girl was saying felt as sharp as the bayonets the other man had pulled from him not even fifteen minutes before. He hadn't meant to hurt anyone, he hadn't been thinking, it had just... happened. And judging from the red of the girl's eyes, and the fangs he could see when she spoke, he had a feeling that none of them would really have a choice in whether or not they hurt people. Was this... normal? Or was this the result of whatever the man had done to "fix" him? He had no frame of reference for normal, except that the sun hadn't burnt before, and he was fairly certain he didn't like the idea of hurting people. He glanced back at the shadows, at the boy who sat outside of them. There was nothing he could do to help, even if every instinct was screaming at him that he needed to. That there were people who were bleeding who needed medical attention. But who was he to think he was capable of giving that? "Is that a risk you're willing to take?" He asked Rue gently, trying to catch her gaze. "I didn't mean to hurt that boy, but I wasn't... really in control. I think... even if you don't come with us... it may be safer for you to leave here, too. Get away from the blood until we find... another option." This was all very new to him, but he was trying. He wondered, distantly, if either of them had any better idea than him what was actually going on here. - Nico was trying to remember how to breathe. He was watching Kelsier distantly, trying to keep track of any signs of life beyond the shadows, but he couldn't see anything other than the soft, steady glow that surrounded Kelsier. Was he surrounded by something similar? He couldn't help but wonder. Kelsier's light seemed to be getting a little bit stronger now, though Nico wasn't sure why. Nonetheless, the shadows on Kelsier's neck reinforced themselves. He looked up, eyes narrowing a little bit as Kelsier spoke. His voice was gentle and reassuring, and something in the back of Nico's head screamed that it was a trap. That he would take advantage of any vulnerability that he found. He didn't say anything, just watched. And waited. He wouldn't be able to defend himself if Kelsier attacked. His fingers were shaking too hard, the feeling of fear so pressing around him that it felt as though he couldn't break free. Kelsier tossing the dagger away seemed to break some sort of spell, and Nico collapsed to his knees, still trembling violently. His head was swimming, but it felt better sitting down than it had standing up. That gave him something to work with, right? He flinched back as Kelsier took a step forward, eyes wide and frightened. "Don't touch me," was all he managed softly, the words sounding just as small and scared as he felt. "Please." There was something about the idea of Kelsier coming too close - of anyone coming too close, really - that terrified him. So much for seeming like he could defend himself. So much for seeing himself as capable at all. He was a mess, and he knew it wasn't just from the bite. Kelsier had been bitten and he was functioning just fine. So why couldn't Nico even breathe properly?
Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 7, 2020 15:48:16 GMT -5
Myrnin waited for several seconds, looking over the two others. He had nothing much to say. He knew the girl was wrong. He knew that it would likely be a better idea to stick together. He didn't feel like it was a good idea to be alone. But he didn't think he had anything he could say. He didn't actually know anything. No more than either of them? Was it normal for memories to be missing? He needed to find something to eat. Or he would end up hurting someone. And he thought he could do it without killing whoever it was. He just needed to be careful. Yeah. But he didn't feel like he could help these other two more. "My name is Myrnin," he said, looking at Rue, then at the man he'd saved but who looked like he might be regretting it. Huh. Myrnin didn't get why. "You can follow if you want." But if they didn't that was fine too. He headed for the next patch of shade. Skulking a little, but generally feeling like he might work better if he just went now. He wanted to reassure the girl, but he couldn't work with denial. They hurt people. They just had to be careful how. Right? Maybe? He almost pressed a hand to his face, but that seemed like a bad idea.
He'd done something ... very bad ... hadn't he. And Sam couldn't even fix it. He was still hungry and he could still think about what it was like ... blood. And he wanted more. But he wasn't able to properly push that feeling away. He scooted backward until his back was properly pressed against the wall of a building and he tried very hard not to shake. He hadn't ended up in the sun, which was good, but this shadow wouldn't last forever. He held his hands close and tried to breath in and out several times. It didn't help much. He didn't need to breath. Why? Why couldn't he help? Could they even hear him? What if they could but just weren't listening? What if they were leaving him out here to die in the sun? What if they were dying? What if they were dead? "Orsino?" he whined. "Kelsier?" But his voice was very faint. His head tilted to his knees until he was curled up. The feeling of wanting to cry took over. This was his fault. This was his fault. He was dangerous and this was his fault.
Rue wasn’t breathing. Not that she seemed to need to, but it still felt strange not to, somehow. This whole thing just felt so wrong, her memories were gone, she didn’t know who she was. What she was. She had a name. That was it. She was sure it was hers, and she clung to it, desperate for something to make her a person. She needed to be a person. Or maybe she just needed to do what she had to do to survive. The man’s words made her tense, and after a moment she stopped trying evade his eyes and let them meet hers. She was scared, really scared, and she didn’t know whether she was more scared of him or of herself. All she knew was that they were right. She was dangerous, she could feel it. She craved blood, needed blood, and she didn’t know what would happen if she didn’t get it. She didn’t want to be alone. But trusting these people, being anywhere near them, that felt...that felt very stupid. Then she noticed the boy by the wall, and she stopped. And suddenly it wasn’t about her anymore. She stepped towards him, hesitantly at first, then just carefully. She kept moving until she was close enough to crouch next to him. “Hey....” she said softly. “I’m sure they’re okay. You didn’t mean to. I’m...I’m like you.” She bit her lip. It hurt. Right,,...her fangs. “Don’t cry. It’s okay. It’ll be okay.”
Kelsier froze when Orsino flinched, his body going still. He could help, he knew he could, somehow. He just had to.... Had to what? Something wasn’t working, though he couldn’t say what. He felt something. An instinct, maybe. He reached out with it, reached and felt....fear. Terror, more. Swallowing the boy whole. And he could do something about that. Not much. Just a little tug. Just to take the edge off that fear, to quiet it. He couldn’t do any more than that. “No one is going to touch you.” He told Orsino quietly, keeping his voice steady and reassuring. He had been scared before, he had decided to stay away from the other two. Had this been what he was afraid of? Being touched, having people come too close? That felt right. Kel stayed where he was, fighting the urge to immediately close the distance and stop the bleeding. “Okay, listen.” He said after a moment.p. He pulled the strange cloak he was wearing over his head and held it up to show Orsino, then tossed it towards him, aiming for close enough to be grabbed easily. “Use that to stop the bleeding, okay? You’re probably feeling tired now. That’s okay, that’s fine, but you can’t go to sleep. It’s not safe to sleep with me around, right? You don’t know me. You can’t sleep.”
Combeferre watched Rue for a moment, breathing in relief when she approached the other boy, the one who had attacked. He didn't believe it was the boy's fault any more than he believed he'd had any control over his own actions. He would need to work on that, would need to find a way not to hurt anyone again. Easier said than done, but now that he knew what the danger was... well, they could start finding a way around it. "Combeferre," he returned quietly, looking up at Myrnin. "Pleased to meet you." The words were tight, but genuine. As frightened as he was by the situation, he was grateful for the help Myrnin had given him thus far. Even if that help had led to him nearly killing a child. He almost followed, taking a step towards the second patch of shade before looking back at the girl. "They're children," he commented softly to Myrnin. "We're not. It's our... it's our responsibility to make sure they're safe." He searched Myrnin's gaze, hoping he felt similarly. "I agree that it's safer for us to leave, but we can't go far. In case they need help." The expression on his face was severe and unflinching. His own feelings on the matter, his disgust with himself, the fact that he'd nearly killed someone... it didn't matter in the face of something bigger. "You were able to resist. I'd like to learn how to, but I can't leave them on their own." If Myrnin left now... well, hopefully he'd be able to find him later. Because Combeferre was going to steer clear of the two behind the barrier of shadows, but he wasn't going to be too far away to hear Rue or Sam if they cried out. - Nico didn't notice the change at first, but his breathing did seem to come easier. He let himself relax just a little bit, dark eyes wide and staring up at Kelsier. He didn't know the shadows were his work. He didn't know Kelsier was helping to take the edge off the feelings he was seconds away from drowning in. He was still trembling, but it was easier to think straight. Well... straighter. He was still terrified that Kelsier was going to come too close. "Okay," he whispered softly, feeling a little bit too much like a vulnerable mess. He just wanted things to be simple. He wanted to be brave, to stand back up and find Sam and... do what, exactly? Did he trust Sam? No more than he trusted Kelsier, now. As far as he was concerned, they were both threats. He tensed once again as Kelsier did something, then let himself relax as he realized. He stared at it with no small amount of suspicion for a long moment before he picked it up and, with shaking fingers, pressed it against his neck. It hurt, but probably not more than Kelsier's did. What had happened to Kelsier's injury anyway? It was hidden by the shadows. What were they? Why did they feel so comfortable? Kelsier was right. Nico was sleepy, though he couldn't say for sure why. Oh right. He was bleeding. "You don't have your dagger," he commented numbly, trying to resist the urge to curl back up and fall asleep. It was as though something was pulling from him, leeching his energy away. He didn't think it was just the injury. He forced his eyes open again, the look in them wide and concerned, though still dulled by exhaustion. "You should... you should find Samuel. Make sure he's... okay."
Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 7, 2020 17:27:12 GMT -5
Myrnin turned back to Combeferre and it was easy enough to see a likeness in his eyes. He didn't want to leave the children, of course, but he looked a bit helpless about how he could begin to help them. Even still ... "You can smell the blood. We're both covered in it. That isn't helping. None of us are. We need to leave and it needs to be soon. I don't know much, but I know that." It was what he had said before, with added insistence, but if they wanted to stay he wouldn't stop them. He remained where he was standing, but didn't go back. He did watch though. Mostly the shield. That man had had a knife and the body was able to toss them back away from them. Clearly they were a different sort from what Myrnin knew they were. Whatever that meant. They were the same things as Combeferre? He commented on this. "They're like what you were. But without the long edged weapons." He glanced over, looking the man up and down. It was clear in Myrnin's shoulders that he was fighting just collapsing to the floor. But he was holding himself up anyway. "Your clothes are full of holes. Very sad. You need a better hat." He looked ... sun-touched. Myrnin took his own off - he'd only now noticed he'd had one - and held it out.
Sam really wasn't sure about that. He flinched a bit at Rue's approach, but looked up. There were several red tears trailing down his face. "Like you what? Not like them ... what does that even mean? I can't go out in the sun, I'm really fast, I have sharper teeth ... but I don't know what that means. And I don't care. I can't remember anything. But I don't want to hurt them. They're my friends. What if ... what if ..." It was hard to think too much about it. It was just ... a lot. He looked away. She'd tried to push him away. He wished she'd managed it. But then he wasn't sure where he'd be. What he'd be doing. It was way too complicated for all of this. Really. "I want to be safe," he whispered.
Rue wasn’t paying much attention to the two adults. This....this felt like what she was supposed to be doing. This felt right. He needed her, or rather, he needed someone and she happened to be there. She didn’t know how to help him, but she was going to try. She had to try. “I don’t know what we are.” She admitted. “But who’s to say we’re the weird ones? Maybe this is what we’re supposed to be like.” She paused, then continued in a softer tone. She knelt next to him and forced herself to meet his eyes, red on red. Something told her this was something she was good at doing. “I don’t want to hurt anyone either. Of course I don’t. We’ll find a way not to, okay? We’ll figure it out.” She didn’t look away. She wasn’t sure whether he meant safe from others or others safe from him, but either way, he answer was the same. “I can’t promise that. I’m sorry.” She told him gently. “But I’ll protect you. And if you want, I’ll protect other people if it happens again. Okay? You’re not bad. You’re not.”
Whatever he had done, he thought it had worked. At least, Orsino seemed to be a little bit calmer. It wasn’t much, but it was more than he’d known he had. Could they all do that? Or was that something that was like the shadows the boy seemed to control? Like the speed and strength with which Samuel had attacked. He could feel that he had used up whatever he’d had, he could tell that it was gone now. He hoped it had been enough. He watched carefully as Orsino used the cloak. Which was good. Kel had been worried he wouldn’t trust it, but maybe bleeding out was a significant enough threat to persuade him. Or maybe it had nothing to do with trust. Kelsier couldn’t say, since he didn’t trust anyone at the moment. He reached up again, brushing his fingers on the shadows covering his wound. He still felt lightheaded, but he ignored it, because he wasn’t about to pass out over a little wound like this. He didn’t know whether he’d had worse. The scars covering his arms seemed to suggest he had, though. They were obvious now that his cloak was gone, and he glanced at them for a moment, frowning. What had happened to him? Had it caused his lack of memories, somehow? He looked up again as Orsino spoke, and he raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Still a bad idea to sleep around me.” He noted lightly. “I wouldn’t do it if I were you. So much better to stay awake, don’t you think? Bad idea to sleep around strangers who threaten kids.” He was doing everything he could think of. He hoped it was enough. He paused, considering Orsino’s next words, before shaking his head a little. “He’s not the one with the large bleeding wound in his neck, Orsino.” He pointed out calmly. “I’ll find him soon enough. He can’t have gone far, he’ll need to stick to the shadows.”
Combeferre knew Myrnin had a point, but he couldn't stand the idea of leaving the two kids behind. The boy looked shaken - as upset as Combeferre felt on the inside, but wasn't able to show when there were people who needed him to be responsible in the moment. He wasn't trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, but he saw the way the shadows were shrinking. He could still feel the burns he'd sustained in his race from outside the town to... well, wherever they were now. "Human," he murmured softly, glancing back at Myrnin. The word seemed to fit, though he didn't know why. He could tell, though. His heart was no longer beating, and wasn't the fragility of a person's heart what made them human? He didn't have a word for what he was now, but he supposed terminology didn't matter. Tentatively, he reached forward to take the hat, grateful for the small amount of cover it provided. He'd need to find a change of clothes, and there were houses all around them. Nobody - well, at least nobody human - inside. "Thanks," he said again, offering Myrnin a tight smile. They needed to go, and soon. "I don't mean to interrupt," he murmured softly, but loud enough for the two younger vampires to hear him, "But the shade isn't going to last forever. I believe Myrnin and I are going to try to find cover... if you can, please head inside." His intent wasn't to sound condescending or rude, just to remind them of the danger they were in. The danger they posed to others was a the forefront, of course, but they were all painfully aware of that, it seemed. Best not rub it in. - "I'm not the one you wanted to protect," Nico muttered under his breath. He knew it was petty and unfair, but it was also true. Why did he care? Why did it hurt so much? I don't want to be alone. The thought came forward with so much force it almost made Nico forget about the pain. What was he? The boy terrified of letting people close, but equally reluctant to be alone? It was easier to be alone. That was what he had assumed when he had appeared here, when Kelsier and Samuel seemed to get along so well. When Nico had done nothing but cause turmoil. What had being alone gotten Nico? A bleeding neck and fear that threatened to eat him up inside, that was what. Looking at Kelsier, he could almost imagine that choosing not to be alone... choosing to trust someone, to tell them his real name, to stay with them voluntarily... might be worth it. Yet he couldn't quite convince himself to do so yet. The cloak Kelsier had handed over had multiple benefits. It was good for staunching the blood, and it was also warm where the rest of it draped around his shoulders. Like... like a blanket. Deep down, Nico knew Kelsier had a point. It was dangerous to appear vulnerable. But he was tired, and the cloak was warm, and the black pulling at the corner of his vision seemed just as safe as the shadows did. "I think," he mumbled sleepily, his hand (and therefore the bundle of cloak protecting the wound) dropping down from his neck as he instinctively pulled the cloak more tightly around him, "I might not have much choice."
Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 7, 2020 20:04:57 GMT -5
Myrnin hadn't actually been suggesting they leave the children behind. He gestured at them again. "We can't stay here." We. He was counting the children in that too. Hopefully Rue was actually trying to convince the boy to leave too and not just chit-chatting. Well, she could chit-chat too, but they really didn't have the time. He waited as Combeferre actually brought it up, watching both of the children as he did. They seemed to be pretty focused on what was going on right now. That was okay by him. He just needed to get somewhere quick. He felt like the longer he was out in the general proximity of the sun, the hungrier he'd get. --- Samuel looked up at Rue, meeting her eyes, and took some comfort in them. Enough that he actually hugged her. He had no idea what was going on or what he was supposed to do. But at least she seemed to understand. Then of course Combeferre called out and Sam realized that the other attackers hadn't left. He stiffened, looking in Combeferre's direction with something close to hate. He didn't want to blame him, but this seemed like his fault. But he also wasn't wrong. "F-f-fine," he said. It was very shakily that he got to his feet. Then his form blurred a bit as he moved for the nearest house. It opened easily. He'd left Rue behind. He glanced back. He wasn't sure where she'd be going. But he wasn't going to leave his friends until he knew they were okay. Even if they hated him. So he stepped into the house, staying away from the side of it with slightly open windows and went to ... he didn't know. Maybe rest. He felt tired, like he wasn't supposed to be up right now. Or maybe to try and distract himself from the still present hunger.
Rue accepted the hug, holding him back for a moment before she let him go again. She didn’t blame anyone for this. Admittedly, she didn’t know enough to know who she would blame. But she didn’t hold the people who had attacked responsible, even though she’d just seen two people very nearly die. They hadn’t though, no one was dead. Probably. She was choosing to assume that no one was dead. She would keep doing that until something forced her to stop. She glanced up as one of the adults spoke to her, and she hesitated, torn. She didn’t want to leave, she didn’t want to go anywhere with people who were dangerous, but she also though that being alone was probably a bad idea. No one to stop her if she did....something. Still. Being around the people covered in someone else’s blood also felt like a bad plan. Plenty of bad plans to be had. She’d yet to think of a good one. “She watched Sam go inside, then made up her mind and turned towards the opposite direction the others were headed. Better alone than here, where the possibility of being killed even accidentally seemed slightly higher than she wanted it to be. There was also the fact that she was dangerous, but her mind didn’t seem to want to accept that, and she found herself assessing the chances of being attacked more than the chances of attacking. Which was why she blurred away, trying to keep to the shade as best she could, but avoiding the others.
Kelsier almost winced, but he didn’t quite. Well..it was true, wasn’t it? He’d been trying to protect Sam from Orsino, and look how that had turned out. Not great, considering they were both bleeding from the neck. The shadows were helping, at any rate, and he felt lightheaded and tired but he didn’t think he was in danger of dying. Probably. He was a dangerous person, that much he knew. He had stood tall and ready for anything when he had appeared, he had carried the dagger and he had not been afraid to threaten Orsino with it. Who was he? Who was he to have so many scars? To stand here, trying to save a life he had nearly taken? Had he been near killing Orsino before? It was hard to say. He thought maybe he had, but he didn’t think he would ever know for sure, not really. He watched the boy carefully, trying to decide whether it was safe to come closer or not. He had said no one was going to touch him, and he meant it, but he also couldn’t stand here and let the kid bleed out. He cursed quietly as Orsino dropped the cloak, and he stepped forward again, trying to do the thing he’d done before even though he knew deep down that it was pointless to try. Whatever he has done, he could no longer do. “Yes you do. You always have a choice.” He said fighting with himself, fighting the urge to run forward. Making him panic would be bad. He didn’t know much, but he knew that. “Orsino, please. Please stay awake. Come on, keep pressure on your neck, just a little bit longer, please.”
Combeferre watched Rue go, wishing his words had been enough to make her stay, but knowing deep down why they hadn't been. He was just the man who had attacked a boy, seemingly without provocation. He couldn't excuse it -there were no excuses for such actions. He sighed softly, then glanced at Myrnin and tilted his head towards the house the boy had disappeared into. It seemed as good a place as any to crash for now, and if they locked the doors... perhaps they wouldn't be such a danger to the others here. Even as he thought it, Combeferre knew that was stupid. They were going to be dangerous no matter what they did, and something as simple as a locked door wasn't going to keep him or any of the others at bay for long. "I think... all of us getting some rest might be a good idea," he murmured to Myrnin, stepping forward into the house. He wasn't used to the idea of blurring. He knew he'd done it when the hunger had taken control, but he found he didn't want to try it again. He would take this slowly, one step at a time. Right now, the step was getting some rest and looking at this with fresh eyes in the morning. Or... well, considering that this was the morning, whenever he woke up. - "My arm is heavy," Nico complained softly, pulling the mistcloak tighter around him. Staying awake... meant avoiding the dagger or... or whatever other weapons Kelsier had to offer. It meant that he'd be safe, if it really came down to it. It meant... it was so hard to keep his eyes open, so hard to really process what was happening, only that he needed to keep focusing on Kelsier's neck, otherwise the man was going to die. Why was that? Was Nico killing him? The thought gave him pause, but he decided that in order to kill someone, you needed to be a lot more purposeful about it. He looked younger, curled up there, his skin an unhealthy almost-green and his dark eyes drifting closed. He was just... tired. And he wasn't paying attention to the blood still leaking from his neck, no longer staunched by the mistcloak he had wrapped himself in. The tassels were... not as warm as the rest of it, but he wrapped them around his fingers, then unwrapped them again, trying to work out some of the feelings warring in his mind. "You're saying please," he noted distantly, the terror he'd felt bleeding into exhaustion, compounding the weight in his mind by a thousand. "You wouldn't have said that before." He was still trembling, but whether that was still from being held down or from a chill caused by blood loss was impossible to tell.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 9, 2020 1:14:09 GMT -5
Well, the prospect of staying so close to the danger site was not one which Myrnin liked. In fact, he didn't like invading the boy's private area either. He doubted it had been an invite to come in. But he headed in that direction. Maybe just to see that no one got the wrong idea and thought they were coming to attack them. Additionally ... well ... he did want to see that the others behind the shield weren't going to be hurt anymore. He wanted to find food. He settled for rubbing the space between his eyes and opting for sleep first. That would help. He was ... very tired. He wasn't sure why. He couldn't remember doing much. And he hadn't appeared tired. Maybe the conclusion he was supposed to make was that 'fixing someone' was tiring. And also made him hungry. Good to know. He stepped into the house and wasn't too surprised to hear a bit of scuffling. Mostly in the opposite direction. "You need new clothes," he commented again. He needed new clothes. Huh. Were were clothes? He didn't go in the direction of wherever the boy was hiding. He poked his head around the corner and headed in the direction of what he could only assume was a room where people slept. The bed looked soft. He didn't think it would be very comfortable. It also looked dusty. He could smell a lot of dust. The little side room though ... jackpot!
Sam didn't like someone coming into his house! He'd wanted to hide here and he was pretty sure the other people were here too now. His solution to this? Hide under a bed. It seemed like a good plan at the time. Well confined space, no one could see him, and he didn't need to breath, so as soon as he was there he was really hoping no one could tell he was there. Why were they here? Why couldn't they just go away? They'd hurt his friend. What if they hurt them again? What if he hurt them again though? At least it was away from the sunlight as well ...
Not a good sign. Kelsier took another cautious step forward, keeping his hands visible, trying not to look threatening in spite of the fact that he was probably going to look that way no matter what he did. He was pretty sure Orsino was the one who was keeping the shadows on his neck, which meant he was also responsible for the shadows keeping the monsters out, and probably the one who had thrown them all back in the first place. Maybe Kel wasn’t the only one who was intimidating. Worry wasn’t the only thing in his eyes after all, respect also shone there, because if Orsino was responsible for this, he was pretty powerful for someone so small. Kelsier took another step forward, closing the distance slowly, trying to look casual. He just needed to get close enough to figure out how to get the cloak back against the wound. He just needed to convince the kid that this was his only option. Somehow, he just needed to figure out how to show him he was safe. Ish. Safe ish. Kel wasn’t about to lie to either of them and say they were safe. “Is it working?” He asked hopefully, trying to keep his tone light and conversational. As long as Orsino didn’t panic, they would be okay. No one was bleeding to death today. Another step. He was closer now. Close enough to see Orsino shivering, anyway.
"Perhaps," Combeferre mused, glancing at his bloodstained clothes. Come to think of it... he rather liked the vest he was wearing. Too bad it would have to be exchanged for something that wasn't bloodstained and full of holes. Maybe he'd find something nice later. "Perhaps we should... rest first." He really was tired, and though he could hear the boy moving around, he felt it best not to disturb him. He would normally have promised not to hurt him, but could he really make that promise anymore? "First, do no harm," he murmured, loud enough that both of the others in the house could hear it. He didn't know where the words came from, but he felt they were important. It felt... almost like a promise. "I will do my best to hold to that," he added. That was as close to a real promise as he felt comfortable making. At least until he figured out how to control the hunger he had managed to nearly satiate. He glanced in the room, giving a soft sigh of relief at the sight of a bed. It looked... comfortable. He didn't bother to even pull the duvet down before he collapsed on top of it, eyes heavy with exhaustion. - Where Kelsier saw power, Nico saw the reasons Kelsier had been right to label him a threat. It obviously wasn't Kelsier controlling the shadows, otherwise he would have bandaged Nico's neck as well, rather than relying on the mistcloak. So he must have been doing that himself. How? He tried to tug at more of the shadows, but they seemed reluctant to listen to him. Maybe... maybe he needed to save more energy. By sleeping... sleep sounded nice. His eyes drifted closed for a long moment before he forced them open again. How long could stubbornness beat out exhaustion? It seemed that Nico was about to find out. He couldn't help the way he flinched as Kelsier took another step nearer, but he forced himself not to back away. Kelsier was unarmed. He wasn't... he wasn't going to hurt him. "It confused me into staying awake," he mumbled, sounding rather annoyed by that fact. "It'll be okay if I sleep," he managed softly, trying to blink up at Kelsier. "The dark feels... warm." It was a nice feeling, the blackness at the edges of his vision. It was so tempting to sink into it. To just... let go.
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Cloudy Sky: Seeing the name gave me flashbacks to certain events that happened about two weeks ago.
Jun 22, 2021 4:51:35 GMT -5
Violetsky: Her name is Tika. She's a Cymric, or long-haired Manx.
Jun 22, 2021 6:27:08 GMT -5
Violetsky: I left the gel pack in the freezer overnight and now it's a solid thick sheet of ice.
Jun 22, 2021 6:32:05 GMT -5
Violetsky: Cymric is the technical term for a Manx cat that has long hair.
Jun 22, 2021 13:48:50 GMT -5
Violetsky: Technically they are Manx's as well; they are not a separate breed but an alternative variety of traditional Manx's, which are short-haired. They're also called longhair Manx's.
Jun 22, 2021 13:50:11 GMT -5
Violetsky: It's okay, I thought she was a traditional Manx for a while
Jun 22, 2021 14:02:13 GMT -5
Violetsky: Well, she is. It's like if brown bears that lived further up North had thicker and longer fur than their southern counterparts. If that was true, then they would be the same species and "breed", they just have different adaptations.
Jun 22, 2021 14:02:52 GMT -5