Arubrey stops.
Arubrey ... looks over his shoulder.
Senkha is very slowly shuffling up the ramp, holding her left arm against her chest. Her head is bleeding pretty profusely. She's crying, but she's making no sound.
Arubrey says: ... -- Fucking...
Arubrey leaps off of No-Name, before his hand came to Senkha's shoulder, trying to cease her crawling. "Stop it!"
Senkha stops and looks up at Arubrey. She lets out a soft wail and drops her head forward to rest against his chest, still bleeding.
Arubrey just - stares, a little confused. He sits himself up higher on the hill, gently pulling Senkha back into his lap. Hands combing through her hair. "-- Twin - what... ?"
Senkha is crying too hard to talk at first, but when she finally does, her voice is weak and broken. "Oliver is angry with me. Dizzy...I don't know. Ludovick is going to kill himself. I am a horrible mother. My head is bleeding."
Arubrey says: ... Fucking...
Arubrey this is all he can manage, his arms folding over his twin sister, tugging the woman as tightly to his body as possible. His hand resting over her head, his signet ring by his lips.
Senkha looks at Arubrey as he speaks into his signet and shakes her head, ever so slightly. She doesn't want to go back to the boat.
Arubrey says: P-Please love.
Arubrey says: This - is really stupid of you.
Arubrey looks down, bringing his hand to her cheek, trying to look at the reopened wound. He's worried, his breathing paced. He's not really happy with this scene. "Really stupid."
Senkha sobs softly, shaking her head. "Every time I'm there, something worse happens. I don't need to be back there. I need someone to--" She chokes out another sob as he turns her head to look. "I need to be u-understood, -PLEASE-."
Arubrey says: ... -- Okay.
Arubrey says: Okay.
Arubrey says: I'm here.
Arubrey says: Please - talk.
Senkha doesn't talk. Instead, she lifts her good right hand and places it on Arubrey's cheek, closing her eyes and being incredibly stupid.
To Arubrey: It's not their bond back the way it was, but it's similar. She gives him the entire past three days in vivid technicolor...
Arubrey blinks, not expecting the hand to be brought to his cheek. He whispers back to her, trying to coo - and then, he shudders.
...the stench of their house as she cleaned it, the sudden orange of the dragon, falling-- then dark and closed, very closed, and wet. The stone is two inches from her face. She can't move. She can hardly breathe. Her left hand is in agony. Consciousness comes and goes; when she is conscious, she forces herself to relive the first time she and Oliver danced together to feel alright. Then the stone is lifted. Oliver is there--he's happy! But Dizzy is gone. Senkha feels lost...betrayed. Dizzy ran off again. Doesn't she realize it hurts her? Doesn't she realize it hurts her parents? Why did she run off again? Back on the Quel'Talan. Marius' aspects are too familiar to Senkha, but he heals her anyway and she feels too close to him again. Riley comes in: Vesiel is dead, he's not Riley anymore. Where is Dizzy? Where is Arubrey? The healing -hurts-. Oliver found Dizzy; he's so happy. Senkha is terrified. She's not happy. She's angry. She's hurt. Dizzy hurt her, scared her, and Senkha is afraid of who she'll become when confronted with that. And then, Ludovick comes, Senkha's old, dear friend...
Arubrey just - clings to his twin now. His eye wide open in terror. He's shaking now, his breathing completely ceased. His fingers dig into her. And the tears come. This is way too much at once.
...Ludovick wants to kill himself, over someone who isn't worth it. Senkha tries to reason with him. He won't listen. Marius tries to knock him out. He leaves anyway. Senkha snaps. She sees Dizzy. She doesn't react how Oliver wanted her to. He's been angry with her all day. Now he's angrier. He's hungry. His runeblade is broken; what if he dies? Why is he angry? She doesn't understand why he's angry. She follows him off the dock, trying to apologize, falls on her injured hand...
Senkha drops her right hand and just leans against Arubrey, exhausted, heaving another weak sob. The mental connection breaks; she's shaking with the effort of it.
Arubrey just collapses ontop of her. All those experiences just forced into his brain. His individuality lost for a moment. He's just - angry. Sad. Mad. In terror... He just cries against his twin, shaking. Fingers cutting into her leathers. Bleeding.
Senkha still shakes with the effort, but she seems to have calmed enough that she can pull herself closer to Arubrey. "...you understand," she says softly.
Arubrey is just gasping. And crying. And just clinging to her. His mind tries to force out some words - that he had heard he. That he understood. but there was just too much.
Senkha sags against Arubrey, letting out another exhausted sob. "It is too much," she agrees. "I think everyone wants me to be strong and be okay now, but I -can't-, 'Brey, I can't."
Arubrey -snarls- out another 'fucking'. He lifts himself from her, terrified eyes just looking to his twin. He's wibbling. And crying. And - his breathing's picking up. Really steady.
Arubrey is hyperventilating. Those images, plus what he had experienced in Auberdine?
Senkha just looks at him. She's crying as well, but it's empty and defeated. She reaches out her right hand again, instinctively, and without closing her eyes, begins to regulate her twin's breathing with her mind. In with the good air, out with the bad. She breathes in sync with him, still resting her hand against his chest. It's much easier to worry about someone else than it is to worry about yourself.
Arubrey just sobs now, his breathing returning. He can properly cry. He -folds- himself over her, draping his arms over her shoulders, clinging to her back. "... Fucking... Twin."
Senkha closes her eyes again, resting her head against Arubrey's. She continues to cry silently. "I'm sorry. I d-didn't want to hurt you."
Arubrey just shakes his head into her, tucking himself into her neck. His lips just remaining there as he cried. It would be a bit, before he had the will to even speak again. "... I'm so sorry."
Senkha is -understood-. The relief of this alone keeps the tears going. She turns her head to rest against Arubrey's, taking a shaking breath and exhaling again. It takes her a moment to start speaking again. "I-I'm sorry, love. I didn't want to hurt you. I..."
Senkha says: I j-just didn't know what else to d-do. I can't -carry- this anymore.
Arubrey says: ... This is stupid. Thi - This is stupid. Please - can we move.
Senkha suddenly seems to realize where they are. "Oh my!" she exclaims, looking around and sitting back on her heels. She blinks several times. "Yes. Yes we can move." Her voice sounds odd, as if there's a laugh behind it.
Arubrey doesn't even register it immediatly. He's gathering his senses, looking blankly over the hill, shakingly trying to get onto her feet. His teeth sinking into his lip.
Senkha very carefully stands. The gash on her forehead has stopped bleeding some, though she's still in a lot of pain. She takes Arubrey's hand with her right. "Okay."
Arubrey just - breathes. In and out. And he slowly returns, looking back down to his twin, bearly eyed. "... T-Thanks."
Senkha says: By the statue?
Senkha nods at the miraculously unharmed lion statue ahead.
Arubrey says: -- Yeah.
Arubrey says: ... I -
Arubrey says: There was a woman.
Senkha says: A woman?
Arubrey says: A woman.
Arubrey says: When the ground - cracked.
Arubrey says: She was screaming at me.
Senkha closes her eyes.
Arubrey says: Just screaming.
Arubrey says: And I tried to turn around to try and catch her arm.
Arubrey says: And - it broke again.
Arubrey says: And it just - ate her.
Arubrey says: The look in her eyes.
Arubrey says: She - was still alive.
Arubrey says: Just - half eaten.
Arubrey says: It...
Arubrey says: And then the wind picked up - and I grabbed onto the lodge.
Arubrey says: And held - and it broke.
Arubrey says: And I was thrown.
Arubrey says: And then
Senkha squeezes Arubrey's hand and nods. He understands.
Arubrey says: I was caught in a tree. Held onto that.
Senkha nods again, squeezing his hand again. She's staring at the statue, as if it holds all life's answers.
Arubrey squeezes back. He's sweating, but his shaking's ceased. His breathing is normal. He's just - scared. He looks to her, looking for sympathy from her. Since she forced it onto him.
Arubrey says: Her corpse was thrown in with me.
Arubrey says: And then - the flames.
Arubrey says: And then more wind - and.
Arubrey says: Nothing.
Arubrey says: Woke up after it.
Senkha closes her eyes and pulls Arubrey's hand close to her heart.
Arubrey says: ... I wasn't...
Arubrey says: She was still screaming.
Arubrey says: Senkha - twin - love. Why would...
Arubrey says: ... No.
Arubrey says: I know.
Arubrey says: I know why.
Arubrey says: Undestand.
Senkha looks at Arubrey. "Why what?" she asks softly. She's still crying quietly.
Arubrey says: ... I don't like thinking about that.
Arubrey says: Why would...
Arubrey says: ... I'm so sorry.
Arubrey just kinda - fumbles into her.
Senkha sighs and shakes her head, still staring at the statue. "It's not your fault, Arubrey. None of this is anyone's fault. Not even mine for once." She laughs bitterly.
Arubrey nods his head, looking down to the lion's paws. A foot kicking out to it. "... Fucking -light-."
Senkha just hums her agreement, leaning her head against Arubrey's shoulder and sighing. "I think I've lost my mind today," she comments and then laughs, like this is the funniest thing in the world.
Arubrey slumps, staring over to his twin. He nods his head, a little bitterness flowing in. But - "... Me too."
Arubrey says: ... I want - to sit down.
Arubrey says: Yeah.
Senkha continues to laugh as they sit, carefully not putting any weight on her left side. "Light...who the hell has this much -shit- happen to them?
Arubrey says: Us.
Arubrey says: ... Kyrita.
Arubrey says: Marius?
Senkha says: Marius.
Arubrey says: Probably.
Arubrey nods.
Senkha laughs again, wiping away tears as she does. "It's like the entire fucking world is out to get us."
Macglynn yells: Senkha?
Arubrey says: ... And your husband.
Senkha cringes at the sound of Oliver's voice. "And my husband."
Arubrey blinks, swinging his head over to look at her. Brows furrowed. "Go see him."
Senkha smiles weakly and reaches over, giving Arubrey a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Thank you. I'm sorry for putting all that on you. I just...couldn't carry it alone."
Arubrey smiles back - wearily. His arms wrap around her, pulling the woman into a hug, before she could flee. "... What else am I for?"
Senkha stands slowly and stiffly. "...fuck, I don't know where Merry is," she muses before walking off, blowing Arubrey another kiss.
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Rescuing Dizzy: November 1
Macglynn has an obvious madness about him, and as Senkha approaches, he turns quickly back to face the manor and trods across the bridge. Good day, Eddy.
Senkha doesn't speak at all, the same madness about her, as it has been for the past two days. She keeps behind Oliver, breath heavy and measured like a creature waiting to prey on something.
Macglynn 's pace is quick but even. A gargoyle lands on the rooftop and shrieks as they approach, signaling the presence of their target.
Senkha snarls.
Macglynn kicks in the door! Dust rains down on the two of them, but he doesn't even blink. He doesn't need to.
Senkha has a mask on. Blinking is totally optional.
Bordros yells: Disciples, I request a certain novel: Biography... You know the one.
Senkha frowns at the odd crackling between her and Oliver, as if the connection has gone bad. She shakes her head a few times, trying to clear it, but to no avail. She looks at him and shrugs, then snarls as she hears the voice.
Macglynn doesn't seem to mind the absence of his communication. He's heard the voice; his target is confirmed. He draws his blade and charges forward, toward the source of the voice.
Bordros yells: If I find geist spittle on the cover once more, I'll have each of your decrepit heads! You hear?
Macglynn looks at Bordros.
Senkha follows, slipping into the shadows once the target is acquired. She does, however, laugh softly as she does this. Here we go.
Bordros yells: Anita?
Oliver leaps over the edge, bullrushing Edwin the moment he sets a sight on him. Stupid? By most logical accounts, yes.
Senkha remains in the shadows, prefering the subtle route, but before long, she is behind Edwin, daggers drawn to catch him if he falls.
Bordros heard the not-so silent running of plate boots, flicking a Death Gate behind Dizzy and the rotting aberation, as he was rushed, he attempted to powerhug her into the gate, to lead them to another room of the manor.
Ariadine lets out a panicked squeal as she is shoved into the gate her scream cut off by the teleportation.
Bordros yells: You'll have to do better than that, Slackjaw!
Senkha snarls in frustration as they disappear, her snarl sounding something like "I fucking -HATE- Death Gates." She glances to Oliver, looking around at their new friends and aggravated at not being able to communicate with him silently.
As Edwin departed from the room, geists sprang from the ceiling, quickly circling the pair.
Macglynn is entirely silent as she's once again ported from his grasp, the only sound the sharp clang of his blade against the stone floor. A geist jumps his back, and he's quick to twist and fall back, landing on his side and impaling it with a shoulder spike.
Bordros yells: You know, you really shouldn't interrupt -family- business! Uninvited guests are -not- welcome in my manor!
Senkha pulls a trio of boomerang-shaped, blessed daggers from her belt and throws them in an arc, attempting to catch as many geists as she can with them.
The remaining geists were felled, the gate to the next room opening.
Senkha continues onward, stopping to pick up her daggers.
Bordros yells: Come forth, Blightreaver and wench. My daughter awaits your -attempts-!
Oliver raises a hand and the mutilated corpses of the geists rise to his command. They're even less intelligent than they'd usually be, but it's meat to throw. His eyes widen and the remnants of his lips twist into a grin. He loves games.
Projection Eddy claps his hands, the bones in the room forming to skeletal monsters, them forming a phalanx in the room, "You'd be wise to hurry it up, I grow bored."
Senkha looks unimpressed, though she stands by Oliver--Blightreaver, at this point, really--letting him control the geists. The undead are not her target tonight; she couldn't care less what happens to them.
Bordros yells: How much longer do you have left... You aren't taking my daughter from me.... NOT -AGAIN-!
Oliver is a completionist at heart, and enough drops of water will fill a bucket. He focuses on the undead, not wanting them in his way. His eyes brighten and a blast of frost pulses from him, hopefully freezing the construct.
Dizzy looks up to Bordros, a faint smile playing across her lips. "...Told you."
"Anita... The captured hicks will be your next -lesson-... And I'm not allowing you to hold back." he leaned down to kiss the top of her head.
Dizzy ducks the kiss, a cold look of pure hatred replaces the smug and childish smile.
Edwin ruffled her hair, being all tall and british-deader-ey.
Bordros yells: You know... A woman came by last night, is this the fodder your throw at me?
Senkha hangs back with some irritation, not wanting to get caught in the pulse of frost at the construct. If the pulse hit, however, she would charge forward to hit the construct at any weak point it might have. She doesn't seem to be hearing Edwin's voice in the least. She's far past goading.
The phalanx was infact frozen, making the weak points easily strikeable. Most likely shattering them to bits.
Dizzy slowly begins to edge behind Bordros.
Edwin smiled cockily, he's too dern snooty to notice!
Senkha pulls her daggers from the shattered phalanx with a snarl then stands and begins to advance silently, dangerously, on where she sees the two of them in front of her.
Bordros yells: Good show.
Bordros yells: Well go on, strike me!
Oliver runs a circle around the side of the room, attempting to surround them between Senkha and himself. There are many bones in this room, much to his delight, and as he passes them they rise, clattering together to form skeletal minions.
Senkha continues to advance slowly, finally breaking into a run as the distance between them grows smaller. She leaps!...
Phantasmal-Eddy peers to Oliver, clapping unimpressidly and yawning. Edwin smiled, the images would fade for a moment as Senkha ran through them, reforming. Edwin laughing all the more obnoxiously.
...and falls to the ground, daggers catching in the stone, a snarl in her throat. She looks up to Oliver, silently, not even hearing the laughter but glancing at the side doors. Which way...?
Bordros says: ...You really -are- quite simple. Woi would I give you the -prize- of my presence so easily?
The steel doors clanked open, "Do go and -attempt- at finding me." the images faded, them likely going to another room to be all hologram-like.
Oliver halts. Okay, illusions. He also looks pretty unimpressed and runs forward, the skeletal constructs and straggling geist-ghoul shambling behind him.
Senkha stops when she sees the two of them in front of her. Not going to leap at air again, she looks at the skeletal constructs and geist ghoul. Send them in first, she seems to say without saying.
Bordros yells: So pitiful... You risk -so- much for -my- child.
Loathe to take an order from her, Oliver sends the constructs in anyway.
Necromancers poured from the various doors in the room, the hoods veiling their faces and each had a skeletal minion to call their own.
The necromancers scowl, flinging Death Coils and all matter of spells at Oliver's 'army', whilst their constructs went in for the more 'up close and personal' approach.
Oliver seems particularly happy about this, because fighting the living is so much easier than fighting the dead. Something jabs at the minds of anything nearby, like a pickaxe slowly working into a rock wall. A sharp sound.
Senkha should probably know better than to make suggestions by now. She crouches and leaps to grab the wood beams of the ceiling, holding herself above the constructs before swinging down behind one of the necromancers and slitting his throat. She laughs delightedly and disappears into the shadows in a puff of smoke to give the next necromancer the same treatment.
The necromancers react instantly, fumbling to the ground and covering their ears. Senkha would make quick work of the next poor sap, him too occupied with doing such.
The sharp sound grows in strength and he crouches. Let them come.
Senkha seems immune to the sound, moving on to her third and fourth targets, still laughing with delight as their blood spatters across the floor in very stylish patterns. She should be an interior designer.
The necromancers slain, the abberations just sift into bone, crumbling to the ground.
Bordros yells: You're so... Persistent. Fine, meet me in my quarters.
The images faded.
Oliver's usefulness is limited here; she with light-blessed blades, and he only with plague. These are the words he's awaited and he takes off, his constructs running first. A wave of unholy energy bursts from him as he runs, knocking back anything that would dare try to stand in his way.
Bordros yells: ...'Ello.
Edwin would flick his wrist, attempting to send Dizzy to a chained-off section of the room, via Death Gate, of course.
Dizzy withdraws the scalpel she has kept in her sleeve all day and silently moves behind Bordros.
Oliver runs forward. Not always the best of plans, but he's not really the best of minds, so it's okay. He sends out a Death Grip, trying to pull Eddy away from Dizzy so she doesn't become collateral damage of what's about to happen.
It's hard to tell if Dizzy is flushed with excitement or fever. The small girl looks exhausted and ill. Seeing the book that everyone has spoken of she lets out a strangled cry and tries to shove the scalpel into the center of the book.
Senkha follows Oliver and the constructs, though her approach is more strategic and cautious. As they reach the chamber, she slips into the shadows.
Dizzy was pushed aside! GAME OVER MAN, GAME OVER.
Edwin is grip'd! As he ascended upon Oliver, he attempted to lay a spiked shoulder into his cranium, positioning himself as he soared.
Dizzy drops to her knees, the last of her energy spent on the attempted book-shanking. Letting out a tired sigh she falls to her side and she slips into unconsciousness.
Oliver twists his shoulder to block one spike with another. The left spikes crumple in like foil on the impact, but his head is safe. The shriek is constant now, like a mosquito in one's ear, picking, picking, picking at anyone's thoughts, held back only by the smartly-placed wards.
Oliver is pushed to the ground by the momentum, but doesn't let himself fall without trying to bring a plated elbow into Eddy's temple.
Senkha, still unphased by the constant mosquito shriek, appears from the shadows behind Edwin, giving a soft, wicked laugh. One blessed throwing dagger she attempts to drive into the base of his skull before disappearing again.
Edwin was stabbed! Her received the elbow, his jaw cracking unnaturely. He attempted to open a gate -under- Oliver, opening it on the ceiling. If this would work, he'd attempt to use Oliver as a deader landing pad to the cobble below.
Dizzy shudders as the sound of the shrieking even slightly awakens her. Curling up into a ball she rocks back and forth slightly and covers her ears. She's not so sure of what is nightmare and reality anymore.
Oliver falls through, and lands again on the stairs with a sharp crack issuing from both his body and armor. He makes something of a snarling sound and the shrill noise grows even louder and more painful, like claws. He grips Edwin by the hair and attempts to smash his head into the stairs.
Edwin is smashed, roaring and snarling under Oliver's grip, he attempted to pull away from this... And lose quite the chunk of his GLORIOUS HAIR!
Senkha's had this noise in her head the past three days and has boned it in the past, so...whatever. She appears from the shadows again, landing on her knees on Edwin's back, knives drawn. She attempts to drive them into his neck, still laughing.
Dizzy lets out a wail as the shrieking intensifies along with the manic laughter.
Edwin's hair is pulled away, the not-so-healthy strands easily being ripped from the rotting head, he flung his arms back, writhing and wailing, "This shan't be your day!" his voice slobbery, he attempted to grip Senkha's hands by moving his arms awkwardly behind his back before this could occur, hopefully.
Senkha seems to shudder somewhat at the sound of Dizzy's wail, bringing her daggers up from trying to decapitate the monster before he even begins to flail. She tries to step on his head as she turns around and walks down the steps towards Dizzy.
Oliver tosses the handful of glorious British hair to the side. He picks up his blade, having dropped it in the fall.
Senkha kneels beside Dizzy, though she doesn't remove her mask because Light only knows what's going to happen if she does that. She reaches for Dizzy, her voice coming out weak and croaky. "Mah--Monkey. Baby. Momma's here."
Dizzy shivers and shakes, her wailing intensified. In a full out delirium the sounds of battle, laughter, screams, and shrieking finally breaking her. She thrashes wildly in Senkhas arms, sobbing. "'Nother dream! 'Nother dream!"
Senkha just holds tightly to Dizzy, closing her eyes. She tries to reach out her mind towards Dizzy, fighting against the painful wards to do so. "Not a dream. Not a dream, Monkey. I'm here. I'm taking you home."
Ariadine 's thrashing lessens as Senkha tries to calm her. The girl wraps her arms around her mother and her screams calm.
Senkha holds Dizzy as tightly as she can, glancing back towards Oliver and Edwin, her eyes lighting on the book. She looks around, trying to find some way to get at that book without letting go of her daughter. The way she's holding on, it seems she never intends to let go again.
Macglynn seems to be temporarily brought to a right state of mind by the sound of his daughter's screams. He looks past Eddy and right to her, but the name-- this time he answers his name, and he looks up at Eddy with a smile that could only be described as "demented". He moves as though he's laughing, but there's no sound. Not out loud. The shriek continues to pick against the wards, turning into the familiar metal-on-metal grind straight into the thoughs of anyone nearby.
Ariadine shudders at the returning sounds and hangs onto Senkha as tight as possible.
Bordros hands did not go to his ears as he heard this, but to his tome. He hobbled awkwardly down the stairs, almost sobbing, "...Ch-....Ch-..." he collapsed to his knees, a thick, black liquid pouring from under his mask.
Senkha once again screws her eyes shut under her mask, focusing hard on working through the wards to shield her mind. As she hears Edwin's choked sounds, she looks back at Oliver again, opening her eyes just barely. "Get-the-book," she says through gritted teeth before resuming her efforts, obviously putting herself in a lot of pain to do so.
Macglynn stands. He's been injured, this much is clear from the matte black substance that drips from his body onto the stairs.
Macglynn looks at Bordros.
Macglynn smiles at Bordros.
Bordros just laughed, "You know... Never thought it'd end this way... -Here-." he chortled, "I suppose you'll have my daughter... Heh... Heh." his tome glowed brightly, him placing his hand to the ground, almost slipping in a pool of blackened blood... His own ichor.
Macglynn doesn't allow this. Not for a second. He rushes him again with his good shoulder, one hand lifted. The air is humid here, to his luck, and the moisture gathers around his hand to form a dagger of ice, which he tries to bring down on the book before it does... whatever it's doing, yo.
The dagger goes cleanly into the book... Though, it didn't feel like pages. It felt like skin. Edwin -screamed-, falling to the ground and clutching where his heart would be. His ghastly white hair began to reform to it's living, raven hue. The dim glow from his eyes fading, the body flopping to the side, "...And so... The book dies before the writer." his head fell against the stone... Dead.
The blackened ichor made a -pool- of blood around Edwin's character, his dying features looking -young-.
Senkha gives a soft, satisfied laugh as she sees Edwin fall still, the glow from his eyes fading. Her gaze then turns to Oliver; she is still wearing her mask, but there's an aura of expectation about her.
Macglynn twists the dagger in the book until the ice has melted in the heat of the underground. He tears the tome from its chains and proceeds to shred it with his hands.
The tome is shredded! Voices seeping through as Oliver did so, "...Free at last. Finally... A fitting grave for the old, withered prick."
Senkha holds Dizzy more tightly against her, still giving Oliver a look of expectation. After a few moments, she speaks, rasping: "Bl-- love. You're hurting -her-."
Macglynn throws the remains down and turns up the stairs. His cloak probably does that awesome fwooshy thing. A blight seeps up from the cracks of the floor, eating away at what remained of the body's flesh. There's a final, sharp, jarring metallic screech, and then silence as he leaves.
Senkha exhales slowly, no longer trying to ward Dizzy's mind, the pain in her own mind leaving. She's not going to even bother trying to heal in here, but simply stands, lifting Dizzy with her as if the child weighs nothing. "See, Monkey? It's time to go home."
Senkha pauses at the top of the stairs.
Ariadine smiles faintly before slipping into a slightly more peaceful fevered slumber.
Senkha leans hard against one of the braziers until it falls over, sending fire to the ground below. FWOOM!
Senkha says: Capital.
Senkha stops once they're outside the manor, exhaling in relief as the wards let go of her mind and her mental pings no longer hurt like hell. She frowns not to see Oliver, because he is the best psychopath husband, then kneels, laying Dizzy on the ground.
Senkha says: --should try to get you a little less...unwell before we go home.
To Macglynn: *Coming through loud and clear! "Where are you."*
Senkha removes her mask, letting it hang loosely down her back, and looks Dizzy over for any injuries she may have, aside from the high fever. She doesn't know how to fix that one just yet.
Senkha closes her eyes and puts her hands on Dizzy's body. She's putting more effort into this than usual: the words on her arm slowly begin to seal up and her broken leg mends smoothly. The infection doesn't disappear completely, but it lessens some...enough that she can get to Stormwind before treatment. And then Senkha remembers that she can contact the Sigil! Marvels!
Macglynn whispers: The response is a practically incessant chattering. An unbroken train of thought. Mine-- nothing-- STOP--done-- can't-- home-- LEAVE ME.
Senkha drops the hand that holds her signet ring and looks down at Dizzy again before slipping her hands under the girl's body. She lifts her daughter once more and begins the long trek home.
To Macglynn: *When she is stable, I am coming for you. Calm yourself before then.*
To Macglynn: *...on second thought. Calm yourself fast and come home. She needs you.*
----
To Arubrey: "We have her."
Arubrey whispers: "-- Where was she?" Relief.
To Arubrey: "His manor. She's sick. Are...where are you?"
Arubrey whispers: "I'm in Silvermoon - I can start making my way out. Where's the manor?"
To Arubrey: "Destroyed. I burned it down. I'm taking her home."
Arubrey whispers: "Do you need me -- should I be there?"
To Arubrey: "I would like you to be here."
Senkha dismounts from her mammoth, holding Dizzy in her arms. She gives Tyvllor a terse nod. "Thank you for coming," she says in a croaky voice and fumbles with her key to unlock the door.
Senkha steps inside; the wards thrum musically as they recognize her presence.
Arubrey whispers: "Tell me where and I'll hoof it now."
To Arubrey: "Home. My house."
Arubrey whispers: "Alright."
Arubrey whispers: "I'll be there as quickly as possible."
Senkha just keeps going until she reaches Dizzy's bedroom and lays the girl on her bed. Stehl-the-whelp comes careening down from upstairs and leaps onto the bed beside Dizzy, chittering nervously. A flower sprouts on her forehead.
Senkha says: --I mended the worst of her wounds, but she's badly infected. She's burning up.
Tyvllor says: She's likely been surrounded by undeath. A variety of afflictions could persist.
Senkha nods her understanding. Her voice comes out flat and emotionless. "I know how to seal wounds. I can't cleanse infections, not with my knowledge."
Tyvllor sets the leather bag he was carrying on the railing.
Tyvllor says: Knowing how to seal wounds is well enough for someone not trained with the Light.
Tyvllor pulled off his gauntlets and set them aside.
Tyvllor thinks this house is to small for him. He kneels by the bedside in order to be closer to the poor child. Rubbing his hands together they become enveloped with a soft glow of Light.
Macglynn very quietly walks into his home and shuts the door. He walks over to one of the chairs in the main room and sits, hunched forward, blade still strapped to his back.
Tyvllor moves his hands to hover over Dizzy's body, tendrils of Light delicately weave down around her body. Gently feeling out sources of Infection, and discerning her over all state.
Senkha seems to register that her armor, covered with undead goo and blood and such, probably isn't helping the infection any. She stands a good several feet away, watching Tyvllor work. When she hears Oliver come in, she turns her head towards the door.
To Macglynn: *I need to get out of this armor; can you please come and watch her a moment?*
Macglynn is still very silent. The chair creaks under his weight as he pushes himself back up to stand, and he instead hovers in the doorway of Dizzy's room. His eyes are closed, as though he's concentrating.
Senkha sees Oliver appear in the doorway and silently steps out, beginning to work the ties of her armor as she does.
Macglynn whispers: His mind is in a complete state of chaos right now. Blightreaver makes up for his outer quiet with a constant stream of consciousness directed at anyone dumb enough to speak to him. Like Senkha!
Arubrey knocks the door three times.
Senkha lids her eyes, inclining her head towards Oliver. She's exhausted, but she'll multitask tonight. She turns to answer the door, as if she already knows who it is.
Tyvllor nods and mumbles to himself as he comes across the sources of the infection, and other maladies that plague her. He starts with the simplest ones to remove, as the glow from his hands intensifies. He begins the arduous process of cleansing the infection from her body.
Senkha says: --Twin. Come on in. Tyvllor is cleansing the infection now.
Arubrey says: ... Infection?
Macglynn whispers: DO NOT SPEAK belongs to STUPID, STUPID CAUSED THIS STOP IT
Arubrey lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.
To Macglynn: There's a calmness, an exhaustion in her mind. That voice has been her constant companion since they met up two days ago. Who caused it? Me? You?
Senkha nods weakly, eyes closed. "She was kept in that filthy house for those three days. He broke her leg. Cut into her arm." She sounds detatched and clinical.
Arubrey nods his head, looking over the scene. Then back to her, returning the same vacant expression. "Where do you need me?"
Senkha pauses, considering. She looks up the stairs to where her discarded armor lies, then at the kitchen. "--can you cook?"
Arubrey says: ... Uhhh.
Arubrey says: I can try?
Arubrey scratches at the back of his head.
Senkha says: I haven't eaten in th-- a lot of days. Dizzy will want something when she wakes, tonight or tomorrow. I...
Senkha looks at the kitchen again as if she has no idea how it works.
Arubrey says: ... Okay.
Arubrey sighs, moving into the kitchen. Digging around in whatever's avaliable to him here. ANYTHING IN PARTICULAR?
Senkha lowers her head in an expression of gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers, going back to stand in the doorway beside Oliver. After a moment, her legs fail her and she just sits on the floor, leaning against his legs.
Tyvllor worked hard, rooting out bits of infection from Dizzy's body and cleansing them away. The Tendrils of Light continued to weave gently around her body, his fingers would twitch occasinally.
Macglynn whispers: YOU HIM not a NOT-- COULDN'T DIDN'T -- the words trail off into a rageful sound, like something shattering- DO NOT SPEAK
Senkha closes her eyes, still leaning against Oliver. The pantry is well-stocked with all manner of food, including the ingredients for pancakes, lots of eggs (LOTS of eggs), and even more jerky.
Ariadine the fevered flush to her face lessens slightly. The troubled expression across her sleeping face melting into a slight frown as her ragged breaths even as well.
Arubrey looks around - grinning. Cake. He can make a cake with all this. He gathers together a few bowls, cracks the eggs. Dried and wet seperated in their own bowls. HARD AT WORK.
To Macglynn: Not speaking. She doesn't even try to speak, though her exhaustion seems to seep through to him. It's over now. It's all over now. Rest.
Tyvllor then turned his attention to the largest bit's of infection now. Digging deep he began to cleanse them away with the Lights strength, focusing on one at a time, moving systematiclly through her body. It would take him a bit longer, but he would leave no source of infection present.
Macglynn slowly gets to his knees. Rest. It's time to rest.
Senkha moves as Oliver kneels, leaning against him. She opens her eyes slightly looking over at Dizzy and Tyvllor. Her voice comes out faintly. "--how is she?"
Tyvllor says: She is strong. The infection was potent, but not the worst I've seen.
Senkha says: Th-thank the Light.
Tyvllor began the withdraw the Light from her, the infections rooted out and cleansed. He went back over once more, and strengthend Senkha's mendings before fully extinguishing the Light.
Tyvllor straightend and wiped a bit of sweat from his brow, he let out a long breath. Then turned to his bag, undoing the straps and opening it. He removed three vials of a deep sapphire colored liquid, and set them on the railing.
Arubrey sighs, mixing the two bowls together. A pan retrieved. The oven was prepared during this time and by the time everything was ready - it was tossed inside.
Ariadine mutters something and turns in her bed, groping for some invisible being and grabs Stehl instead. She tries to hold him tight like a plushy. Her recognizable snores start.
Senkha exhales slowly at this sound and moves as if to push herself to her feet, though she doesn't quite manage it for a few tries. When she finally does stand, it's shakily.
Tyvllor says: She has come out of this physically much better then I feared she would. As for these. *He gestured to the vials* Mix them with water and let her drink it, they are supplements that will help her strength recover.
Senkha says: Th-thank you. Thank you so much. We can't thank you enough.
Senkha 's voice is weary and weak, but the gratitude laced through the words is genuine.
Tyvllor picked up the bag and flung it over a shoulder. "I need no thanks for this. Children are sacred, I would give my life for them."
Macglynn 's eyes are still closed, his brow still knit in concentration.
Senkha says: --still. Thank you so very much. If...could you inform the rest of the Sigil? I know many of them were worried.
Tyvllor says: As for you two, do what you need to do to get rested and strong. She'll need you both when she awakes.
Tyvllor says: I will inform them all, they will be very glad to know you all are safe.
Senkha says: Thank you. Thank you so much.
Senkha rests a hand on Oliver's head.
Tyvllor picked up his gauntlets and slide them on as he walked past them. "Be happy for her when she wakes."
Macglynn 's hand clutches his knee, and his fingers dig in. He doesn't stand with his wife.
Tyvllor slid himself into the seat of his mechanical Chopper. He flicks the ignition and it comes to life with a belch of smoke.
Senkha stands by Oliver a moment more before going to sit on Dizzy's bed. She places one hand on her daughter's forehead and closes her eyes.
Arubrey peers over towards the couple - a frown. His hand resting on the counter. It'd be a bit before it was baked. He merely sighed, stepping around to hover over Oliver. Watching his niece.
Senkha furrows her brow, her fingers on Dizzy's forehead tensing slightly. She gives a gasp as if something has been drawn from her. After another moment, the room fills with an inaudible rushing sound. Imprint in place, wards in place. She opens her eyes and bends down to kiss against Dizzy's forehead.
Senkha says: She'll sleep peacefully now. I--
Senkha sags, her knees buckling. She puts her hand on the bed to keep herself from crashing down on the floor hard. "--is dinner ready?"
Arubrey says: -- Should be.
Senkha nods but doesn't stand. She scoots forward on her butt, however, until she's sitting in the doorway area, looking from Arubrey to Oliver and back again.
Arubrey moves to the oven - a mit placed onto his hand. It's retrieved from inside, the oven cooled after. It's emptied onto a plate, a knife cut into it. Plates are set out - and soon Senkha is presented with a slice. A weak, meager little smile offered to her.
Senkha reaches up and takes the plate of cake. She hesitates for half a second and then digs into it as if she has never eaten before. She doesn't say anything to Arubrey but it's clear she's grateful.
Macglynn isn't catatonic, but his gaze is fixed on his hand clutching his knee.
Arubrey shrugs his shoulders, sighing.
Arubrey says: -- I...
To Arubrey: "Thank you. I'm sorry."
Arubrey whispers: "It's okay."
Arubrey whispers: "I'll - get going. Shouldn't take up the space. Cake is ready for when she wakes up."
Senkha continues to stuff her face, actually bending down to lick the plate when she finishes. Oh Light, is she hungry. She's not quite in her right mind yet. And the cake is good.
To Arubrey: "Kay. Thank you for this, twin. I love you."
Arubrey whispers: "Love you two."
Senkha only realizes once Arubrey has gone that she's eating like a pig. She blinks a few times and sets the plate down, looking to Oliver. "--alright?" she asks outloud, even though she doesn't need to.
Macglynn takes a while. He takes a long while, in fact, and his first response is a simple shudder. "Good."
Senkha surreptitiously picks up the plate to gather a few more crumbs. "We make a good team," she comments, licking cake from her fingers. She's obviously trying to recenter both of them, calm them both, bring them back to "normal."
Macglynn laughs, but doesn't smile with it. "We do."
Senkha wordlessly reaches out a hand towards Oliver, not to ask him to come closer or to touch him even, but just to let him know that she's there. "She won't have nightmares tonight, or if she does, I will be there to stop them."
Macglynn says: Sleep, though.
Senkha nods slowly. "I will. I put an imprint of myself in her mind to destroy anything he left behind. When she's recovered more, I'll destroy any remnants myself. I won't let this break her."
Macglynn says: When Ah pulled 'im away from 'er. Ah wasn't watchin'. She was tryin' ta kill him.
Senkha blinks a few times at this. "...huh. I didn't see that either." After a moment's consideration, she frowns. "Where did she--?"
Macglynn says: A knife. Or somethin'.
Macglynn says: She 'ad it fer 'is book.
Senkha blinks a few more times, looking at Oliver. Some part of her might usually put pieces together and make sense of things, but though her mind is still racing, her body is too tired after three days of no rest. "She...I have a lot of work to do."
Senkha says: When she's better.
Macglynn says: Don't hurt y'self.
Senkha looks slightly guilty at this, leaning against the doorframe. "I did. Not badly, but those wards were torture. I'll need a couple of days before I can fix anything, I think."
Macglynn sighs softly. After the quake, he stands. His expression is unfocused and tired. He looks terrible: his left shoulderplate is smashed in on itself, and he's been slashed in numerous places. His tabard is stained black. Again.
Macglynn says: Y'can't quite mend bones, can yah?
Macglynn smiles and laughs softly.
Senkha says: I can. Mended hers.
Senkha rests her head against the doorframe still, looking at Oliver the a bemused half-smile.
Macglynn says: Y'look ready t' fall over.
Senkha says: It's just my body. I haven't got your stamina...if it hadn't been such horrible circumstances, I would've liked what we did this weekend.
Senkha frowns as she says this because, really, who enjoys themselves when lost to bloodlust with their crazy husband? Apparently she does!
Macglynn says: Whut we did--
Senkha says: --yeah.
Macglynn closes his eyes. "Ah'm glad y'was there."
Senkha presses her lips together and nods after a moment. Now she does reach out to ask him to come closer. "I'm glad that I found you. I'm glad we were together."
Macglynn shakes his head. He doesn't say it, but he reminds her of the condition he's in. He shouldn't be near anybody.
Senkha says: --right. Do...nnn. How bad is it?
Macglynn says: Ha' bad's whut.
Senkha waves her hand towards him, indicating his injuries. "Are you still bleeding? Do you need me to call somebody? Or will a quick bath suffice?"
Macglynn grabs at his tabard with both hands and looks down at the cloth, once a dirty white, now caked with black. "Most 'a it ain't mahn."
Senkha nods, looking at the tabard. "If you want to take it off, I can wash it with my armor tomorrow."
Macglynn grunts. "Fuck it. Ah can't wear this damned armor anyway. We got a damned hose?"
Senkha nods, looking over towards the door. "Just around back. Connects to the lake. Want me to help?"
Macglynn says: ... No.
Senkha says: If you're sure.
Senkha doesn't move to get up even if he's not sure. She doesn't seem to have the energy left to stand.
Macglynn turns and unclasps his cloak. He throws it to the stone floor. He then lifts his tabard over his head and throws it to the floor as well. It actually makes a wet *splat* as it hits the floor. He rests his sword by the door and walks outside.
Senkha just watches Oliver go outside, looking at his tabard and cloak where they fell. She doesn't make a move, just sagging against the doorframe. She would be asleep, but it seems she's waiting for something.
Macglynn picks up the hose and frowns at it, in a Dirty-Harry-make-my-day kind of way.
Macglynn sighs and throws the hose onto the ground again, and begins to unbuckle his pauldrons. He sets them in the grass, giving the busted one a light kick and a shake of the head.
Senkha actually laughs weakly, as if she's seeing something funny. Granted, she's really just seeing what Oliver's seeing, but it's funny.
Macglynn 's brows furrow and he drops his just-removed chestplate from his hands and pounds on the wall.
Senkha winces as he pounds on the wall and, with an enormous effort, gets up. She skirts around the tabard and cloak, stumbling around the side of the house.
Senkha says: Mm?
Macglynn turns around. He's just picked up the hose, is shirtless and covered in blight, and looks somewhat angry, but more embarrassed. A small stream of water trickles from the hose. "Hi."
Senkha leans against the wall, standing by sheer force of will alone. She manages a gentle smile at Oliver. "Hi. Maybe shouldn't bang on Dizzy's bedroom wall?"
Macglynn stands there, staring. The hose still dribbles and splatters on the stone. "Maybe y'shouldn't laugh."
Senkha sighs softly, shaking her head. "Do you need a hand with that?" she asks, still leaning.
Macglynn says: ... No.
Senkha doesn't speak at all, the same madness about her, as it has been for the past two days. She keeps behind Oliver, breath heavy and measured like a creature waiting to prey on something.
Macglynn 's pace is quick but even. A gargoyle lands on the rooftop and shrieks as they approach, signaling the presence of their target.
Senkha snarls.
Macglynn kicks in the door! Dust rains down on the two of them, but he doesn't even blink. He doesn't need to.
Senkha has a mask on. Blinking is totally optional.
Bordros yells: Disciples, I request a certain novel: Biography... You know the one.
Senkha frowns at the odd crackling between her and Oliver, as if the connection has gone bad. She shakes her head a few times, trying to clear it, but to no avail. She looks at him and shrugs, then snarls as she hears the voice.
Macglynn doesn't seem to mind the absence of his communication. He's heard the voice; his target is confirmed. He draws his blade and charges forward, toward the source of the voice.
Bordros yells: If I find geist spittle on the cover once more, I'll have each of your decrepit heads! You hear?
Macglynn looks at Bordros.
Senkha follows, slipping into the shadows once the target is acquired. She does, however, laugh softly as she does this. Here we go.
Bordros yells: Anita?
Oliver leaps over the edge, bullrushing Edwin the moment he sets a sight on him. Stupid? By most logical accounts, yes.
Senkha remains in the shadows, prefering the subtle route, but before long, she is behind Edwin, daggers drawn to catch him if he falls.
Bordros heard the not-so silent running of plate boots, flicking a Death Gate behind Dizzy and the rotting aberation, as he was rushed, he attempted to powerhug her into the gate, to lead them to another room of the manor.
Ariadine lets out a panicked squeal as she is shoved into the gate her scream cut off by the teleportation.
Bordros yells: You'll have to do better than that, Slackjaw!
Senkha snarls in frustration as they disappear, her snarl sounding something like "I fucking -HATE- Death Gates." She glances to Oliver, looking around at their new friends and aggravated at not being able to communicate with him silently.
As Edwin departed from the room, geists sprang from the ceiling, quickly circling the pair.
Macglynn is entirely silent as she's once again ported from his grasp, the only sound the sharp clang of his blade against the stone floor. A geist jumps his back, and he's quick to twist and fall back, landing on his side and impaling it with a shoulder spike.
Bordros yells: You know, you really shouldn't interrupt -family- business! Uninvited guests are -not- welcome in my manor!
Senkha pulls a trio of boomerang-shaped, blessed daggers from her belt and throws them in an arc, attempting to catch as many geists as she can with them.
The remaining geists were felled, the gate to the next room opening.
Senkha continues onward, stopping to pick up her daggers.
Bordros yells: Come forth, Blightreaver and wench. My daughter awaits your -attempts-!
Oliver raises a hand and the mutilated corpses of the geists rise to his command. They're even less intelligent than they'd usually be, but it's meat to throw. His eyes widen and the remnants of his lips twist into a grin. He loves games.
Projection Eddy claps his hands, the bones in the room forming to skeletal monsters, them forming a phalanx in the room, "You'd be wise to hurry it up, I grow bored."
Senkha looks unimpressed, though she stands by Oliver--Blightreaver, at this point, really--letting him control the geists. The undead are not her target tonight; she couldn't care less what happens to them.
Bordros yells: How much longer do you have left... You aren't taking my daughter from me.... NOT -AGAIN-!
Oliver is a completionist at heart, and enough drops of water will fill a bucket. He focuses on the undead, not wanting them in his way. His eyes brighten and a blast of frost pulses from him, hopefully freezing the construct.
Dizzy looks up to Bordros, a faint smile playing across her lips. "...Told you."
"Anita... The captured hicks will be your next -lesson-... And I'm not allowing you to hold back." he leaned down to kiss the top of her head.
Dizzy ducks the kiss, a cold look of pure hatred replaces the smug and childish smile.
Edwin ruffled her hair, being all tall and british-deader-ey.
Bordros yells: You know... A woman came by last night, is this the fodder your throw at me?
Senkha hangs back with some irritation, not wanting to get caught in the pulse of frost at the construct. If the pulse hit, however, she would charge forward to hit the construct at any weak point it might have. She doesn't seem to be hearing Edwin's voice in the least. She's far past goading.
The phalanx was infact frozen, making the weak points easily strikeable. Most likely shattering them to bits.
Dizzy slowly begins to edge behind Bordros.
Edwin smiled cockily, he's too dern snooty to notice!
Senkha pulls her daggers from the shattered phalanx with a snarl then stands and begins to advance silently, dangerously, on where she sees the two of them in front of her.
Bordros yells: Good show.
Bordros yells: Well go on, strike me!
Oliver runs a circle around the side of the room, attempting to surround them between Senkha and himself. There are many bones in this room, much to his delight, and as he passes them they rise, clattering together to form skeletal minions.
Senkha continues to advance slowly, finally breaking into a run as the distance between them grows smaller. She leaps!...
Phantasmal-Eddy peers to Oliver, clapping unimpressidly and yawning. Edwin smiled, the images would fade for a moment as Senkha ran through them, reforming. Edwin laughing all the more obnoxiously.
...and falls to the ground, daggers catching in the stone, a snarl in her throat. She looks up to Oliver, silently, not even hearing the laughter but glancing at the side doors. Which way...?
Bordros says: ...You really -are- quite simple. Woi would I give you the -prize- of my presence so easily?
The steel doors clanked open, "Do go and -attempt- at finding me." the images faded, them likely going to another room to be all hologram-like.
Oliver halts. Okay, illusions. He also looks pretty unimpressed and runs forward, the skeletal constructs and straggling geist-ghoul shambling behind him.
Senkha stops when she sees the two of them in front of her. Not going to leap at air again, she looks at the skeletal constructs and geist ghoul. Send them in first, she seems to say without saying.
Bordros yells: So pitiful... You risk -so- much for -my- child.
Loathe to take an order from her, Oliver sends the constructs in anyway.
Necromancers poured from the various doors in the room, the hoods veiling their faces and each had a skeletal minion to call their own.
The necromancers scowl, flinging Death Coils and all matter of spells at Oliver's 'army', whilst their constructs went in for the more 'up close and personal' approach.
Oliver seems particularly happy about this, because fighting the living is so much easier than fighting the dead. Something jabs at the minds of anything nearby, like a pickaxe slowly working into a rock wall. A sharp sound.
Senkha should probably know better than to make suggestions by now. She crouches and leaps to grab the wood beams of the ceiling, holding herself above the constructs before swinging down behind one of the necromancers and slitting his throat. She laughs delightedly and disappears into the shadows in a puff of smoke to give the next necromancer the same treatment.
The necromancers react instantly, fumbling to the ground and covering their ears. Senkha would make quick work of the next poor sap, him too occupied with doing such.
The sharp sound grows in strength and he crouches. Let them come.
Senkha seems immune to the sound, moving on to her third and fourth targets, still laughing with delight as their blood spatters across the floor in very stylish patterns. She should be an interior designer.
The necromancers slain, the abberations just sift into bone, crumbling to the ground.
Bordros yells: You're so... Persistent. Fine, meet me in my quarters.
The images faded.
Oliver's usefulness is limited here; she with light-blessed blades, and he only with plague. These are the words he's awaited and he takes off, his constructs running first. A wave of unholy energy bursts from him as he runs, knocking back anything that would dare try to stand in his way.
Bordros yells: ...'Ello.
Edwin would flick his wrist, attempting to send Dizzy to a chained-off section of the room, via Death Gate, of course.
Dizzy withdraws the scalpel she has kept in her sleeve all day and silently moves behind Bordros.
Oliver runs forward. Not always the best of plans, but he's not really the best of minds, so it's okay. He sends out a Death Grip, trying to pull Eddy away from Dizzy so she doesn't become collateral damage of what's about to happen.
It's hard to tell if Dizzy is flushed with excitement or fever. The small girl looks exhausted and ill. Seeing the book that everyone has spoken of she lets out a strangled cry and tries to shove the scalpel into the center of the book.
Senkha follows Oliver and the constructs, though her approach is more strategic and cautious. As they reach the chamber, she slips into the shadows.
Dizzy was pushed aside! GAME OVER MAN, GAME OVER.
Edwin is grip'd! As he ascended upon Oliver, he attempted to lay a spiked shoulder into his cranium, positioning himself as he soared.
Dizzy drops to her knees, the last of her energy spent on the attempted book-shanking. Letting out a tired sigh she falls to her side and she slips into unconsciousness.
Oliver twists his shoulder to block one spike with another. The left spikes crumple in like foil on the impact, but his head is safe. The shriek is constant now, like a mosquito in one's ear, picking, picking, picking at anyone's thoughts, held back only by the smartly-placed wards.
Oliver is pushed to the ground by the momentum, but doesn't let himself fall without trying to bring a plated elbow into Eddy's temple.
Senkha, still unphased by the constant mosquito shriek, appears from the shadows behind Edwin, giving a soft, wicked laugh. One blessed throwing dagger she attempts to drive into the base of his skull before disappearing again.
Edwin was stabbed! Her received the elbow, his jaw cracking unnaturely. He attempted to open a gate -under- Oliver, opening it on the ceiling. If this would work, he'd attempt to use Oliver as a deader landing pad to the cobble below.
Dizzy shudders as the sound of the shrieking even slightly awakens her. Curling up into a ball she rocks back and forth slightly and covers her ears. She's not so sure of what is nightmare and reality anymore.
Oliver falls through, and lands again on the stairs with a sharp crack issuing from both his body and armor. He makes something of a snarling sound and the shrill noise grows even louder and more painful, like claws. He grips Edwin by the hair and attempts to smash his head into the stairs.
Edwin is smashed, roaring and snarling under Oliver's grip, he attempted to pull away from this... And lose quite the chunk of his GLORIOUS HAIR!
Senkha's had this noise in her head the past three days and has boned it in the past, so...whatever. She appears from the shadows again, landing on her knees on Edwin's back, knives drawn. She attempts to drive them into his neck, still laughing.
Dizzy lets out a wail as the shrieking intensifies along with the manic laughter.
Edwin's hair is pulled away, the not-so-healthy strands easily being ripped from the rotting head, he flung his arms back, writhing and wailing, "This shan't be your day!" his voice slobbery, he attempted to grip Senkha's hands by moving his arms awkwardly behind his back before this could occur, hopefully.
Senkha seems to shudder somewhat at the sound of Dizzy's wail, bringing her daggers up from trying to decapitate the monster before he even begins to flail. She tries to step on his head as she turns around and walks down the steps towards Dizzy.
Oliver tosses the handful of glorious British hair to the side. He picks up his blade, having dropped it in the fall.
Senkha kneels beside Dizzy, though she doesn't remove her mask because Light only knows what's going to happen if she does that. She reaches for Dizzy, her voice coming out weak and croaky. "Mah--Monkey. Baby. Momma's here."
Dizzy shivers and shakes, her wailing intensified. In a full out delirium the sounds of battle, laughter, screams, and shrieking finally breaking her. She thrashes wildly in Senkhas arms, sobbing. "'Nother dream! 'Nother dream!"
Senkha just holds tightly to Dizzy, closing her eyes. She tries to reach out her mind towards Dizzy, fighting against the painful wards to do so. "Not a dream. Not a dream, Monkey. I'm here. I'm taking you home."
Ariadine 's thrashing lessens as Senkha tries to calm her. The girl wraps her arms around her mother and her screams calm.
Senkha holds Dizzy as tightly as she can, glancing back towards Oliver and Edwin, her eyes lighting on the book. She looks around, trying to find some way to get at that book without letting go of her daughter. The way she's holding on, it seems she never intends to let go again.
Macglynn seems to be temporarily brought to a right state of mind by the sound of his daughter's screams. He looks past Eddy and right to her, but the name-- this time he answers his name, and he looks up at Eddy with a smile that could only be described as "demented". He moves as though he's laughing, but there's no sound. Not out loud. The shriek continues to pick against the wards, turning into the familiar metal-on-metal grind straight into the thoughs of anyone nearby.
Ariadine shudders at the returning sounds and hangs onto Senkha as tight as possible.
Bordros hands did not go to his ears as he heard this, but to his tome. He hobbled awkwardly down the stairs, almost sobbing, "...Ch-....Ch-..." he collapsed to his knees, a thick, black liquid pouring from under his mask.
Senkha once again screws her eyes shut under her mask, focusing hard on working through the wards to shield her mind. As she hears Edwin's choked sounds, she looks back at Oliver again, opening her eyes just barely. "Get-the-book," she says through gritted teeth before resuming her efforts, obviously putting herself in a lot of pain to do so.
Macglynn stands. He's been injured, this much is clear from the matte black substance that drips from his body onto the stairs.
Macglynn looks at Bordros.
Macglynn smiles at Bordros.
Bordros just laughed, "You know... Never thought it'd end this way... -Here-." he chortled, "I suppose you'll have my daughter... Heh... Heh." his tome glowed brightly, him placing his hand to the ground, almost slipping in a pool of blackened blood... His own ichor.
Macglynn doesn't allow this. Not for a second. He rushes him again with his good shoulder, one hand lifted. The air is humid here, to his luck, and the moisture gathers around his hand to form a dagger of ice, which he tries to bring down on the book before it does... whatever it's doing, yo.
The dagger goes cleanly into the book... Though, it didn't feel like pages. It felt like skin. Edwin -screamed-, falling to the ground and clutching where his heart would be. His ghastly white hair began to reform to it's living, raven hue. The dim glow from his eyes fading, the body flopping to the side, "...And so... The book dies before the writer." his head fell against the stone... Dead.
The blackened ichor made a -pool- of blood around Edwin's character, his dying features looking -young-.
Senkha gives a soft, satisfied laugh as she sees Edwin fall still, the glow from his eyes fading. Her gaze then turns to Oliver; she is still wearing her mask, but there's an aura of expectation about her.
Macglynn twists the dagger in the book until the ice has melted in the heat of the underground. He tears the tome from its chains and proceeds to shred it with his hands.
The tome is shredded! Voices seeping through as Oliver did so, "...Free at last. Finally... A fitting grave for the old, withered prick."
Senkha holds Dizzy more tightly against her, still giving Oliver a look of expectation. After a few moments, she speaks, rasping: "Bl-- love. You're hurting -her-."
Macglynn throws the remains down and turns up the stairs. His cloak probably does that awesome fwooshy thing. A blight seeps up from the cracks of the floor, eating away at what remained of the body's flesh. There's a final, sharp, jarring metallic screech, and then silence as he leaves.
Senkha exhales slowly, no longer trying to ward Dizzy's mind, the pain in her own mind leaving. She's not going to even bother trying to heal in here, but simply stands, lifting Dizzy with her as if the child weighs nothing. "See, Monkey? It's time to go home."
Senkha pauses at the top of the stairs.
Ariadine smiles faintly before slipping into a slightly more peaceful fevered slumber.
Senkha leans hard against one of the braziers until it falls over, sending fire to the ground below. FWOOM!
Senkha says: Capital.
Senkha stops once they're outside the manor, exhaling in relief as the wards let go of her mind and her mental pings no longer hurt like hell. She frowns not to see Oliver, because he is the best psychopath husband, then kneels, laying Dizzy on the ground.
Senkha says: --should try to get you a little less...unwell before we go home.
To Macglynn: *Coming through loud and clear! "Where are you."*
Senkha removes her mask, letting it hang loosely down her back, and looks Dizzy over for any injuries she may have, aside from the high fever. She doesn't know how to fix that one just yet.
Senkha closes her eyes and puts her hands on Dizzy's body. She's putting more effort into this than usual: the words on her arm slowly begin to seal up and her broken leg mends smoothly. The infection doesn't disappear completely, but it lessens some...enough that she can get to Stormwind before treatment. And then Senkha remembers that she can contact the Sigil! Marvels!
Macglynn whispers: The response is a practically incessant chattering. An unbroken train of thought. Mine-- nothing-- STOP--done-- can't-- home-- LEAVE ME.
Senkha drops the hand that holds her signet ring and looks down at Dizzy again before slipping her hands under the girl's body. She lifts her daughter once more and begins the long trek home.
To Macglynn: *When she is stable, I am coming for you. Calm yourself before then.*
To Macglynn: *...on second thought. Calm yourself fast and come home. She needs you.*
----
To Arubrey: "We have her."
Arubrey whispers: "-- Where was she?" Relief.
To Arubrey: "His manor. She's sick. Are...where are you?"
Arubrey whispers: "I'm in Silvermoon - I can start making my way out. Where's the manor?"
To Arubrey: "Destroyed. I burned it down. I'm taking her home."
Arubrey whispers: "Do you need me -- should I be there?"
To Arubrey: "I would like you to be here."
Senkha dismounts from her mammoth, holding Dizzy in her arms. She gives Tyvllor a terse nod. "Thank you for coming," she says in a croaky voice and fumbles with her key to unlock the door.
Senkha steps inside; the wards thrum musically as they recognize her presence.
Arubrey whispers: "Tell me where and I'll hoof it now."
To Arubrey: "Home. My house."
Arubrey whispers: "Alright."
Arubrey whispers: "I'll be there as quickly as possible."
Senkha just keeps going until she reaches Dizzy's bedroom and lays the girl on her bed. Stehl-the-whelp comes careening down from upstairs and leaps onto the bed beside Dizzy, chittering nervously. A flower sprouts on her forehead.
Senkha says: --I mended the worst of her wounds, but she's badly infected. She's burning up.
Tyvllor says: She's likely been surrounded by undeath. A variety of afflictions could persist.
Senkha nods her understanding. Her voice comes out flat and emotionless. "I know how to seal wounds. I can't cleanse infections, not with my knowledge."
Tyvllor sets the leather bag he was carrying on the railing.
Tyvllor says: Knowing how to seal wounds is well enough for someone not trained with the Light.
Tyvllor pulled off his gauntlets and set them aside.
Tyvllor thinks this house is to small for him. He kneels by the bedside in order to be closer to the poor child. Rubbing his hands together they become enveloped with a soft glow of Light.
Macglynn very quietly walks into his home and shuts the door. He walks over to one of the chairs in the main room and sits, hunched forward, blade still strapped to his back.
Tyvllor moves his hands to hover over Dizzy's body, tendrils of Light delicately weave down around her body. Gently feeling out sources of Infection, and discerning her over all state.
Senkha seems to register that her armor, covered with undead goo and blood and such, probably isn't helping the infection any. She stands a good several feet away, watching Tyvllor work. When she hears Oliver come in, she turns her head towards the door.
To Macglynn: *I need to get out of this armor; can you please come and watch her a moment?*
Macglynn is still very silent. The chair creaks under his weight as he pushes himself back up to stand, and he instead hovers in the doorway of Dizzy's room. His eyes are closed, as though he's concentrating.
Senkha sees Oliver appear in the doorway and silently steps out, beginning to work the ties of her armor as she does.
Macglynn whispers: His mind is in a complete state of chaos right now. Blightreaver makes up for his outer quiet with a constant stream of consciousness directed at anyone dumb enough to speak to him. Like Senkha!
Arubrey knocks the door three times.
Senkha lids her eyes, inclining her head towards Oliver. She's exhausted, but she'll multitask tonight. She turns to answer the door, as if she already knows who it is.
Tyvllor nods and mumbles to himself as he comes across the sources of the infection, and other maladies that plague her. He starts with the simplest ones to remove, as the glow from his hands intensifies. He begins the arduous process of cleansing the infection from her body.
Senkha says: --Twin. Come on in. Tyvllor is cleansing the infection now.
Arubrey says: ... Infection?
Macglynn whispers: DO NOT SPEAK belongs to STUPID, STUPID CAUSED THIS STOP IT
Arubrey lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.
To Macglynn: There's a calmness, an exhaustion in her mind. That voice has been her constant companion since they met up two days ago. Who caused it? Me? You?
Senkha nods weakly, eyes closed. "She was kept in that filthy house for those three days. He broke her leg. Cut into her arm." She sounds detatched and clinical.
Arubrey nods his head, looking over the scene. Then back to her, returning the same vacant expression. "Where do you need me?"
Senkha pauses, considering. She looks up the stairs to where her discarded armor lies, then at the kitchen. "--can you cook?"
Arubrey says: ... Uhhh.
Arubrey says: I can try?
Arubrey scratches at the back of his head.
Senkha says: I haven't eaten in th-- a lot of days. Dizzy will want something when she wakes, tonight or tomorrow. I...
Senkha looks at the kitchen again as if she has no idea how it works.
Arubrey says: ... Okay.
Arubrey sighs, moving into the kitchen. Digging around in whatever's avaliable to him here. ANYTHING IN PARTICULAR?
Senkha lowers her head in an expression of gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers, going back to stand in the doorway beside Oliver. After a moment, her legs fail her and she just sits on the floor, leaning against his legs.
Tyvllor worked hard, rooting out bits of infection from Dizzy's body and cleansing them away. The Tendrils of Light continued to weave gently around her body, his fingers would twitch occasinally.
Macglynn whispers: YOU HIM not a NOT-- COULDN'T DIDN'T -- the words trail off into a rageful sound, like something shattering- DO NOT SPEAK
Senkha closes her eyes, still leaning against Oliver. The pantry is well-stocked with all manner of food, including the ingredients for pancakes, lots of eggs (LOTS of eggs), and even more jerky.
Ariadine the fevered flush to her face lessens slightly. The troubled expression across her sleeping face melting into a slight frown as her ragged breaths even as well.
Arubrey looks around - grinning. Cake. He can make a cake with all this. He gathers together a few bowls, cracks the eggs. Dried and wet seperated in their own bowls. HARD AT WORK.
To Macglynn: Not speaking. She doesn't even try to speak, though her exhaustion seems to seep through to him. It's over now. It's all over now. Rest.
Tyvllor then turned his attention to the largest bit's of infection now. Digging deep he began to cleanse them away with the Lights strength, focusing on one at a time, moving systematiclly through her body. It would take him a bit longer, but he would leave no source of infection present.
Macglynn slowly gets to his knees. Rest. It's time to rest.
Senkha moves as Oliver kneels, leaning against him. She opens her eyes slightly looking over at Dizzy and Tyvllor. Her voice comes out faintly. "--how is she?"
Tyvllor says: She is strong. The infection was potent, but not the worst I've seen.
Senkha says: Th-thank the Light.
Tyvllor began the withdraw the Light from her, the infections rooted out and cleansed. He went back over once more, and strengthend Senkha's mendings before fully extinguishing the Light.
Tyvllor straightend and wiped a bit of sweat from his brow, he let out a long breath. Then turned to his bag, undoing the straps and opening it. He removed three vials of a deep sapphire colored liquid, and set them on the railing.
Arubrey sighs, mixing the two bowls together. A pan retrieved. The oven was prepared during this time and by the time everything was ready - it was tossed inside.
Ariadine mutters something and turns in her bed, groping for some invisible being and grabs Stehl instead. She tries to hold him tight like a plushy. Her recognizable snores start.
Senkha exhales slowly at this sound and moves as if to push herself to her feet, though she doesn't quite manage it for a few tries. When she finally does stand, it's shakily.
Tyvllor says: She has come out of this physically much better then I feared she would. As for these. *He gestured to the vials* Mix them with water and let her drink it, they are supplements that will help her strength recover.
Senkha says: Th-thank you. Thank you so much. We can't thank you enough.
Senkha 's voice is weary and weak, but the gratitude laced through the words is genuine.
Tyvllor picked up the bag and flung it over a shoulder. "I need no thanks for this. Children are sacred, I would give my life for them."
Macglynn 's eyes are still closed, his brow still knit in concentration.
Senkha says: --still. Thank you so very much. If...could you inform the rest of the Sigil? I know many of them were worried.
Tyvllor says: As for you two, do what you need to do to get rested and strong. She'll need you both when she awakes.
Tyvllor says: I will inform them all, they will be very glad to know you all are safe.
Senkha says: Thank you. Thank you so much.
Senkha rests a hand on Oliver's head.
Tyvllor picked up his gauntlets and slide them on as he walked past them. "Be happy for her when she wakes."
Macglynn 's hand clutches his knee, and his fingers dig in. He doesn't stand with his wife.
Tyvllor slid himself into the seat of his mechanical Chopper. He flicks the ignition and it comes to life with a belch of smoke.
Senkha stands by Oliver a moment more before going to sit on Dizzy's bed. She places one hand on her daughter's forehead and closes her eyes.
Arubrey peers over towards the couple - a frown. His hand resting on the counter. It'd be a bit before it was baked. He merely sighed, stepping around to hover over Oliver. Watching his niece.
Senkha furrows her brow, her fingers on Dizzy's forehead tensing slightly. She gives a gasp as if something has been drawn from her. After another moment, the room fills with an inaudible rushing sound. Imprint in place, wards in place. She opens her eyes and bends down to kiss against Dizzy's forehead.
Senkha says: She'll sleep peacefully now. I--
Senkha sags, her knees buckling. She puts her hand on the bed to keep herself from crashing down on the floor hard. "--is dinner ready?"
Arubrey says: -- Should be.
Senkha nods but doesn't stand. She scoots forward on her butt, however, until she's sitting in the doorway area, looking from Arubrey to Oliver and back again.
Arubrey moves to the oven - a mit placed onto his hand. It's retrieved from inside, the oven cooled after. It's emptied onto a plate, a knife cut into it. Plates are set out - and soon Senkha is presented with a slice. A weak, meager little smile offered to her.
Senkha reaches up and takes the plate of cake. She hesitates for half a second and then digs into it as if she has never eaten before. She doesn't say anything to Arubrey but it's clear she's grateful.
Macglynn isn't catatonic, but his gaze is fixed on his hand clutching his knee.
Arubrey shrugs his shoulders, sighing.
Arubrey says: -- I...
To Arubrey: "Thank you. I'm sorry."
Arubrey whispers: "It's okay."
Arubrey whispers: "I'll - get going. Shouldn't take up the space. Cake is ready for when she wakes up."
Senkha continues to stuff her face, actually bending down to lick the plate when she finishes. Oh Light, is she hungry. She's not quite in her right mind yet. And the cake is good.
To Arubrey: "Kay. Thank you for this, twin. I love you."
Arubrey whispers: "Love you two."
Senkha only realizes once Arubrey has gone that she's eating like a pig. She blinks a few times and sets the plate down, looking to Oliver. "--alright?" she asks outloud, even though she doesn't need to.
Macglynn takes a while. He takes a long while, in fact, and his first response is a simple shudder. "Good."
Senkha surreptitiously picks up the plate to gather a few more crumbs. "We make a good team," she comments, licking cake from her fingers. She's obviously trying to recenter both of them, calm them both, bring them back to "normal."
Macglynn laughs, but doesn't smile with it. "We do."
Senkha wordlessly reaches out a hand towards Oliver, not to ask him to come closer or to touch him even, but just to let him know that she's there. "She won't have nightmares tonight, or if she does, I will be there to stop them."
Macglynn says: Sleep, though.
Senkha nods slowly. "I will. I put an imprint of myself in her mind to destroy anything he left behind. When she's recovered more, I'll destroy any remnants myself. I won't let this break her."
Macglynn says: When Ah pulled 'im away from 'er. Ah wasn't watchin'. She was tryin' ta kill him.
Senkha blinks a few times at this. "...huh. I didn't see that either." After a moment's consideration, she frowns. "Where did she--?"
Macglynn says: A knife. Or somethin'.
Macglynn says: She 'ad it fer 'is book.
Senkha blinks a few more times, looking at Oliver. Some part of her might usually put pieces together and make sense of things, but though her mind is still racing, her body is too tired after three days of no rest. "She...I have a lot of work to do."
Senkha says: When she's better.
Macglynn says: Don't hurt y'self.
Senkha looks slightly guilty at this, leaning against the doorframe. "I did. Not badly, but those wards were torture. I'll need a couple of days before I can fix anything, I think."
Macglynn sighs softly. After the quake, he stands. His expression is unfocused and tired. He looks terrible: his left shoulderplate is smashed in on itself, and he's been slashed in numerous places. His tabard is stained black. Again.
Macglynn says: Y'can't quite mend bones, can yah?
Macglynn smiles and laughs softly.
Senkha says: I can. Mended hers.
Senkha rests her head against the doorframe still, looking at Oliver the a bemused half-smile.
Macglynn says: Y'look ready t' fall over.
Senkha says: It's just my body. I haven't got your stamina...if it hadn't been such horrible circumstances, I would've liked what we did this weekend.
Senkha frowns as she says this because, really, who enjoys themselves when lost to bloodlust with their crazy husband? Apparently she does!
Macglynn says: Whut we did--
Senkha says: --yeah.
Macglynn closes his eyes. "Ah'm glad y'was there."
Senkha presses her lips together and nods after a moment. Now she does reach out to ask him to come closer. "I'm glad that I found you. I'm glad we were together."
Macglynn shakes his head. He doesn't say it, but he reminds her of the condition he's in. He shouldn't be near anybody.
Senkha says: --right. Do...nnn. How bad is it?
Macglynn says: Ha' bad's whut.
Senkha waves her hand towards him, indicating his injuries. "Are you still bleeding? Do you need me to call somebody? Or will a quick bath suffice?"
Macglynn grabs at his tabard with both hands and looks down at the cloth, once a dirty white, now caked with black. "Most 'a it ain't mahn."
Senkha nods, looking at the tabard. "If you want to take it off, I can wash it with my armor tomorrow."
Macglynn grunts. "Fuck it. Ah can't wear this damned armor anyway. We got a damned hose?"
Senkha nods, looking over towards the door. "Just around back. Connects to the lake. Want me to help?"
Macglynn says: ... No.
Senkha says: If you're sure.
Senkha doesn't move to get up even if he's not sure. She doesn't seem to have the energy left to stand.
Macglynn turns and unclasps his cloak. He throws it to the stone floor. He then lifts his tabard over his head and throws it to the floor as well. It actually makes a wet *splat* as it hits the floor. He rests his sword by the door and walks outside.
Senkha just watches Oliver go outside, looking at his tabard and cloak where they fell. She doesn't make a move, just sagging against the doorframe. She would be asleep, but it seems she's waiting for something.
Macglynn picks up the hose and frowns at it, in a Dirty-Harry-make-my-day kind of way.
Macglynn sighs and throws the hose onto the ground again, and begins to unbuckle his pauldrons. He sets them in the grass, giving the busted one a light kick and a shake of the head.
Senkha actually laughs weakly, as if she's seeing something funny. Granted, she's really just seeing what Oliver's seeing, but it's funny.
Macglynn 's brows furrow and he drops his just-removed chestplate from his hands and pounds on the wall.
Senkha winces as he pounds on the wall and, with an enormous effort, gets up. She skirts around the tabard and cloak, stumbling around the side of the house.
Senkha says: Mm?
Macglynn turns around. He's just picked up the hose, is shirtless and covered in blight, and looks somewhat angry, but more embarrassed. A small stream of water trickles from the hose. "Hi."
Senkha leans against the wall, standing by sheer force of will alone. She manages a gentle smile at Oliver. "Hi. Maybe shouldn't bang on Dizzy's bedroom wall?"
Macglynn stands there, staring. The hose still dribbles and splatters on the stone. "Maybe y'shouldn't laugh."
Senkha sighs softly, shaking her head. "Do you need a hand with that?" she asks, still leaning.
Macglynn says: ... No.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Senkha & Arubrey: October 30
Arubrey says: I'm going to be killed if caught. Just so you know.
Senkha stiffens at the sound of an approaching rider but relaxes when she hears Arubrey's voice. Her shoulders sag. " 'lo."
Arubrey peers over to her sadly - a hand reaching out to her pauldron. Just letting it rest there. His mouth fidgets awkwardly - before his hand falls back to his lap and he looks over to undead's machinations.
Senkha says: It's the Wickerman. You used to be able to throw a bundle of wood on it and burn away all the bad in your life before winter came.
Arubrey says: Used to?
Senkha looks over at the abominations and Forsaken standing around the giant wickerman. "...for a long time, nobody did anything because they were all dead and scattered. And then the Forsaken took it over. It means something different now."
Arubrey says: And what's it mean now?
Senkha rolls a shoulder in a halfhearted shrug. "Not sure. It's something to do with being freed from the Lich King, which I'm glad they can celebrate. I just miss being able to burn away everything you didn't want to take with you into the winter."
Senkha sighs and loosens the rope around her neck, letting the mask fall back to reveal her worn features, her cheeks grimy and streaked with dried tears.
Arubrey just frowns, observing the flames flicking off the hay-man. He sighs, leaning back as his palms came to rest against the grimy dirt behind him. His head turned to her. "Nostalgic?"
Senkha says: ...sick. I'm sick. I hurt.
Arubrey blinks - before lidding his eyes. He shifts towards her, arms offered out to gently take her into a small hug. "I'm sorry."
Senkha moves over and rests her head on Arubrey's shoulder, letting him hug her. She closes her eyes and sighs shakily. "Oliver is tearing all of Lordaeron apart looking for them."
Arubrey says: Yeah.
Arubrey says: -- I'll be slipping into the Undercity.
Arubrey says: Silvermoon too.
Arubrey says: -- Owe it to you both.
Arubrey 's teeth sink into his bottom lip, holding back a swear.
Senkha says: I'd slip in, too. I should. I...owe us? What do you mean?
Arubrey says: I fucked up.
Senkha says: How?
Arubrey says: I lost my niece.
Arubrey says: -- Acted too quickly.
Senkha looks at Arubrey and shakes her head. "No, this isn't your fault, twin. Bordros is a monster...if it's your fault, it's all of our fault."
Arubrey says: -- You could have gotten him if I hadn't acted.
Arubrey says: Just saying.
Senkha says: Not necessarily...he's gotten away before, when things were different. He's slippery, like a fucking snake.
Arubrey parts his eye - peering down at her. He nods his head slowly, the motion guiding his vision back to the wickerman. His arms squeezing down her a bit tighter. "Twin?"
Senkha looks up at Arubrey, also chewing on her lower lip. Slowly, her arms have come around his waist. "Yes, twin?"
Arubrey says: I figured it out.
Arubrey subject change!
Senkha says: ...figured what out?
Senkha has had a long day and isn't very quick on understanding subject changes.
Arubrey says: I'm not mad at you.
Arubrey says: Never was.
Arubrey says: ... Just lashed out at you.
Arubrey says: Because no one else was around.
Senkha says: Because you knew I would love you anyway and forgive you.
Arubrey says: ... Yeah.
Arubrey says: ... I love you. And I'm going to do my best to help find Dizzy.
Arubrey says: I owe it to my twin.
Arubrey says: -- And to my niece.
Arubrey says: And to my brother-in-law.
Senkha sighs softly, shakily, and nods. She looks back at the Wickerman, staring at the brightest part of the flame until her eyes begin to tear. "I love you too. And...you will always be my twin, Arubrey. Nothing you can say or do will -ever- change that. You'll always be right here." She places her hand over her heart because she needs shmoopy now, damnit.
Arubrey looks to her - and cannot help but chuckle briefly at this. Worn, scarred lips spreading into a gentle and warm smile. His head coming to lean over hers - looking back to the Wickerman. Always going back. "You're - ..."
Arubrey says: The best sister I've had.
Arubrey says: Wouldn't change that for the world.
Senkha grins as well, though her grin is tired and falters brokenly. "You're my favorite twin, and I can actually say that. And I wouldn't trade you for anything."
Senkha says: ...even if. I even if I have to choose my husband and my d-daughter sometimes.
Arubrey says: ... Wouldn't expect anything different from you.
Arubrey says: And I'm sorry about getting - no.
Arubrey says: Not even saying sorry.
Arubrey says: You know.
Senkha drops her hand from her heart and covers Arubrey's hand with hers. "I know. I want to help you, still...I can't leave them, though."
Arubrey says: Never wanted you to.
Arubrey says: ... Would make me feel even worse.
Arubrey 's fingers close around her hand, his shoulders rising with a soft sigh.
Senkha wraps her fingers around his, echoing his sigh almost as if the bond still exists between them. "I know. I still want to help you, though. When she's back, Dizzy will want to help, too."
Senkha says: She'll draw pictures for you.
Arubrey smiles, nodding as he rested his cheek against her head. His body would fall still after this, only shifting to the pace of his breathing and the beating of his heart. It's just nice to be back here again. He tries to express this, mouth fidgeting - but nothing really comes all that close to what he thought could be best.
Senkha says: --it's nice.
Arubrey says: Yeah.
Arubrey says: It - really is.
Arubrey says: ... Forgot how it felt.
Senkha says: You were asleep for a long time. I...yeah.
Senkha says: I've really missed you.
Arubrey says: Me too.
Arubrey says: -- I'll make up for the lost time.
Arubrey says: Promise.
Arubrey says: ... We will.
Arubrey says: Together.
Arubrey says: Once you get Dizzy back.
Arubrey says: We'll sit down and be - normal.
Senkha shakes her head and sighs softly. "Being here right now is what I need from you. Oliver can't be here, and I need someone...I...I'm not str- I'm not strong enough."
Arubrey's eye flutters open. As if in shock. He gently lifts his cheek from her, slowly turning to look down at her - a kiss to her forehead. His eye lids, she's tugged against tightly.
Senkha 's arms around him shake, and she pulls herself closer to him. She rests her head against Arubrey's chest and takes a shuddering breath, eyes still tearing from the brightness of the fire. "--is it bad? That I'm not strong enough?"
Arubrey says: ... I don't know.
Arubrey says: But - you're not alone.
Senkha says: I'm glad that I don't have to be.
Arubrey murmurs this, just offering his body to be there. Holding a beloved a child's beloved ragdoll to their chest. To be protected - nurtured and loved. "Me too." He hiccups - burrowing his tears into her. He's missed this.
Senkha closes her eyes and presses her head against Arubrey's chest. She doesn't cry--she's past that--but she does allow herself to sink into a deep, quiet sorrow that she hasn't allowed herself to feel yet tonight. It aches, to her very bones.
Arubrey repeats to her - more than once. "I'm here." Even without the bond - he could still do it. He never needed it to do it. To feel what she did - because in the end they were ultimatly twins. Far too similiar for their own good. And he would be here.
Senkha stiffens at the sound of an approaching rider but relaxes when she hears Arubrey's voice. Her shoulders sag. " 'lo."
Arubrey peers over to her sadly - a hand reaching out to her pauldron. Just letting it rest there. His mouth fidgets awkwardly - before his hand falls back to his lap and he looks over to undead's machinations.
Senkha says: It's the Wickerman. You used to be able to throw a bundle of wood on it and burn away all the bad in your life before winter came.
Arubrey says: Used to?
Senkha looks over at the abominations and Forsaken standing around the giant wickerman. "...for a long time, nobody did anything because they were all dead and scattered. And then the Forsaken took it over. It means something different now."
Arubrey says: And what's it mean now?
Senkha rolls a shoulder in a halfhearted shrug. "Not sure. It's something to do with being freed from the Lich King, which I'm glad they can celebrate. I just miss being able to burn away everything you didn't want to take with you into the winter."
Senkha sighs and loosens the rope around her neck, letting the mask fall back to reveal her worn features, her cheeks grimy and streaked with dried tears.
Arubrey just frowns, observing the flames flicking off the hay-man. He sighs, leaning back as his palms came to rest against the grimy dirt behind him. His head turned to her. "Nostalgic?"
Senkha says: ...sick. I'm sick. I hurt.
Arubrey blinks - before lidding his eyes. He shifts towards her, arms offered out to gently take her into a small hug. "I'm sorry."
Senkha moves over and rests her head on Arubrey's shoulder, letting him hug her. She closes her eyes and sighs shakily. "Oliver is tearing all of Lordaeron apart looking for them."
Arubrey says: Yeah.
Arubrey says: -- I'll be slipping into the Undercity.
Arubrey says: Silvermoon too.
Arubrey says: -- Owe it to you both.
Arubrey 's teeth sink into his bottom lip, holding back a swear.
Senkha says: I'd slip in, too. I should. I...owe us? What do you mean?
Arubrey says: I fucked up.
Senkha says: How?
Arubrey says: I lost my niece.
Arubrey says: -- Acted too quickly.
Senkha looks at Arubrey and shakes her head. "No, this isn't your fault, twin. Bordros is a monster...if it's your fault, it's all of our fault."
Arubrey says: -- You could have gotten him if I hadn't acted.
Arubrey says: Just saying.
Senkha says: Not necessarily...he's gotten away before, when things were different. He's slippery, like a fucking snake.
Arubrey parts his eye - peering down at her. He nods his head slowly, the motion guiding his vision back to the wickerman. His arms squeezing down her a bit tighter. "Twin?"
Senkha looks up at Arubrey, also chewing on her lower lip. Slowly, her arms have come around his waist. "Yes, twin?"
Arubrey says: I figured it out.
Arubrey subject change!
Senkha says: ...figured what out?
Senkha has had a long day and isn't very quick on understanding subject changes.
Arubrey says: I'm not mad at you.
Arubrey says: Never was.
Arubrey says: ... Just lashed out at you.
Arubrey says: Because no one else was around.
Senkha says: Because you knew I would love you anyway and forgive you.
Arubrey says: ... Yeah.
Arubrey says: ... I love you. And I'm going to do my best to help find Dizzy.
Arubrey says: I owe it to my twin.
Arubrey says: -- And to my niece.
Arubrey says: And to my brother-in-law.
Senkha sighs softly, shakily, and nods. She looks back at the Wickerman, staring at the brightest part of the flame until her eyes begin to tear. "I love you too. And...you will always be my twin, Arubrey. Nothing you can say or do will -ever- change that. You'll always be right here." She places her hand over her heart because she needs shmoopy now, damnit.
Arubrey looks to her - and cannot help but chuckle briefly at this. Worn, scarred lips spreading into a gentle and warm smile. His head coming to lean over hers - looking back to the Wickerman. Always going back. "You're - ..."
Arubrey says: The best sister I've had.
Arubrey says: Wouldn't change that for the world.
Senkha grins as well, though her grin is tired and falters brokenly. "You're my favorite twin, and I can actually say that. And I wouldn't trade you for anything."
Senkha says: ...even if. I even if I have to choose my husband and my d-daughter sometimes.
Arubrey says: ... Wouldn't expect anything different from you.
Arubrey says: And I'm sorry about getting - no.
Arubrey says: Not even saying sorry.
Arubrey says: You know.
Senkha drops her hand from her heart and covers Arubrey's hand with hers. "I know. I want to help you, still...I can't leave them, though."
Arubrey says: Never wanted you to.
Arubrey says: ... Would make me feel even worse.
Arubrey 's fingers close around her hand, his shoulders rising with a soft sigh.
Senkha wraps her fingers around his, echoing his sigh almost as if the bond still exists between them. "I know. I still want to help you, though. When she's back, Dizzy will want to help, too."
Senkha says: She'll draw pictures for you.
Arubrey smiles, nodding as he rested his cheek against her head. His body would fall still after this, only shifting to the pace of his breathing and the beating of his heart. It's just nice to be back here again. He tries to express this, mouth fidgeting - but nothing really comes all that close to what he thought could be best.
Senkha says: --it's nice.
Arubrey says: Yeah.
Arubrey says: It - really is.
Arubrey says: ... Forgot how it felt.
Senkha says: You were asleep for a long time. I...yeah.
Senkha says: I've really missed you.
Arubrey says: Me too.
Arubrey says: -- I'll make up for the lost time.
Arubrey says: Promise.
Arubrey says: ... We will.
Arubrey says: Together.
Arubrey says: Once you get Dizzy back.
Arubrey says: We'll sit down and be - normal.
Senkha shakes her head and sighs softly. "Being here right now is what I need from you. Oliver can't be here, and I need someone...I...I'm not str- I'm not strong enough."
Arubrey's eye flutters open. As if in shock. He gently lifts his cheek from her, slowly turning to look down at her - a kiss to her forehead. His eye lids, she's tugged against tightly.
Senkha 's arms around him shake, and she pulls herself closer to him. She rests her head against Arubrey's chest and takes a shuddering breath, eyes still tearing from the brightness of the fire. "--is it bad? That I'm not strong enough?"
Arubrey says: ... I don't know.
Arubrey says: But - you're not alone.
Senkha says: I'm glad that I don't have to be.
Arubrey murmurs this, just offering his body to be there. Holding a beloved a child's beloved ragdoll to their chest. To be protected - nurtured and loved. "Me too." He hiccups - burrowing his tears into her. He's missed this.
Senkha closes her eyes and presses her head against Arubrey's chest. She doesn't cry--she's past that--but she does allow herself to sink into a deep, quiet sorrow that she hasn't allowed herself to feel yet tonight. It aches, to her very bones.
Arubrey repeats to her - more than once. "I'm here." Even without the bond - he could still do it. He never needed it to do it. To feel what she did - because in the end they were ultimatly twins. Far too similiar for their own good. And he would be here.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Senkha, Oliver, and Arubrey: September 17
Senkha says: ...I hope he changed the sheets.
Macglynn pries the booties off of Stehl.
Senkha has already ripped the bib off and tossed it at the table.
Macglynn doesn't have the heart to throw them in the fire, but tosses them aside. "He's a dragon!"
Senkha says: Oh, I meant Arubrey.
Senkha says: He, um.
Senkha says: Well.
Senkha says: Heh.
Macglynn says: ...
Macglynn stands abruptly, still holding Stehl.
Senkha looks down at the sheets, which are mostly smooth and seem unrumpled. "...I -think- he probably did, but I'm not sure."
Macglynn holds up Stehl still, away from the sheets, as though he could possibly become tainted. "They didn' let y'watch did they?!"
Senkha says: ...oh Light, I hope not. The last thing we need is for him to be imitating -that-.
Senkha reaches down to place her hands over her rear, as if remembering something she Did Not Want.
Stehl makes a garbled noise that sounds a lot like moaning.
Senkha says: . . .
Senkha says: ...he's not answering.
Senkha looks like }8
Macglynn looks devastated. Stehl, on the other hand, merrily pipes up, "Boners!"
Senkha says: . . .
Macglynn turns Stehl upside-down. "Y'got a language problem, son."
Macglynn stares Crimson Whelpling down.
Stehl-the-whelp pipes up, as if in agreement, "Shit howdy!"
Macglynn says: ... You doin' this on purpose?
Senkha says: Light, he's going to go and join up with the other reds when he's all grown and be a complete embarassment.
Macglynn says: Ah sometahms wonder if us even havin' 'im around's at all good fer 'im.
Macglynn says: Ah mean, whut good's a dragon gunn be if 'e kin't even do... dragon things.
Senkha says: I think it -has- to be now. He's used to us...we're his family. If we sent him away now...
Macglynn says: Ah'm jus' curious about ha' this is gunna work, is all.
Macglynn says: He's gunna git bigger, too. Way bigger.
Senkha says: Well, we can deal with that when we come to it. It probably won't be for another twenty years or so.
Senkha says: And by then, we may have a bigger place or no place at all.
Macglynn says: Whut if 'e meets other dragons? He kin't even say nuthin' in, uh. Dragontalk.
Macglynn says: Light, Ah think Afterburn kin talk with dragons more'n this kid can.
Macglynn is still holding Stehl upside-down.
Senkha says: That's why we should get in touch with Mr. Campion and see about socializing him with Scarlet.
Macglynn says: So there'd be... two dragons whut kin't speak dragon.
Senkha says: Maybe they can and we don't realize it.
Senkha says: I mean, does he have a reason to speak Draconic around us?
Macglynn is silent for a moment. Finally, he responds, "That's dumb."
Senkha says: What's dumb about it?
Macglynn says: ...
Macglynn says: Ah'm sayin' it's dumb 'cause Ah don't agree with it an' kin't think of a better argyamint.
Senkha laughs, finally getting off the bed, and rests her arms on Oliver's shoulders. Stehlp takes advantage of this situation to clamber up on top of Oliver's head.
Senkha says: I figured as much and that, my dear, is why I love you.
Senkha says: ...even though that makes -no- sense.
Macglynn says: Neither does raisin' dragons like puppies!
Senkha says: I'm not raising him like a puppy. I'm raising him like a son. There is a difference.
Macglynn says: Light, he's probably smarter'n we is.
Macglynn tries to pry Stehlp off. "Ah ain't bein' insultin' ter yah, yeah?"
Stehlp blows a smoke ring in Oliver's face. He looks like he is smiling.
Macglynn says: ... Ah think there's somethin' wrote somewhere that says all kids, n'matter whut species, gotta be a pain in th' ass.
Senkha says: Of course! Otherwise we wouldn't appreciate it so much when they grow out of it.
Macglynn says: Ah dunno, lookin' at my track record, Ah'd say they's better off as kids.
Senkha frowns at this, looking downward. "...right. I'm sorry, love."
Macglynn blinks at you.
Macglynn says: Fer whut.
Senkha says: For not thinking of that. I should've been thinking.
Macglynn says: Y'been apologizin' fer purty meaningless shit.
Senkha says: I know. I know. I'm s--
You blink at Macglynn.
Senkha says: ...sorry.
Macglynn sighs at you.
Senkha chews on her lower lip, looking more than a little nervous and embarrassed.
Macglynn takes her by the shoulders, and sits her on the bed.
Senkha is sat.
Macglynn sits next to her. Stehl leaps from his head to hers.
Macglynn says: Don't gotta say yer sorry.
Senkha says: I just don't want you to be upset. I don't want you to worry that I'm going to hurt you again.
Macglynn says: ... When have Ah ever got upset about... anythin' at all?
Senkha says: Yes, I know, but I don't want you to get upset is what I'm saying.
Senkha says: ...I don't want to give you reason to leave or anything.
Senkha 's voice is timid and small. She looks down at the quilt as she talks.
To Arubrey: *"...you changed the sheets, right?"*
Arubrey whispers: "Yes."
Arubrey whispers: "Uh - yeah."
Macglynn laughs. A chuckle at first, though it grows. He kisses her on the cheek, and it is dead and gross and cold. "Y'sound like me."
Arubrey whispers: "Sorry."
Senkha looks up with a slanted smile. "...I do, don't I? I'm s--" She laughs, shaking her head.
To Arubrey: *"You may want to come and apologize to Oliver. I think he wants to burn the sheets."*
Arubrey whispers: "I am in so much trouble, aren't I?"
Macglynn says: Though, Ah don't got half m'subconscious missin', so Ah dunno whut my excuse is.
To Arubrey: *"Stehl started moaning like one of the three of you and then said 'boners!' So...yes."*
Arubrey whispers: "... You taught him that word. Coming."
Senkha reaches over to kiss his cold, dead right cheek...not the bony, rotten, left cheek. "It's because you have a good heart and because you don't think you deserve me."
To Arubrey: *"I did no such thing!"*
Arubrey whispers: "I remember it!"
To Arubrey: *"...oh right. Heh."*
Macglynn says: So y'admit it!
Arubrey whispers: There's a really reluctant sigh on Arubrey's side. As well, he's incredibly worried and - scared. "Coming."
Senkha says: Admit what?
Macglynn kisses her again. "That Ah don't deserve you."
Senkha laughs, shaking her head. "That is not what I said! You -think- that you don't deserve me, but the reverse is true."
Arubrey ... Knocks against the door, a hand coming up to rub the back of his head nervously. Someone's in trouble~
Macglynn kisses his wife again, this time on the neck. He looks incredibly irate at the DOOR KNOCK.
Macglynn says: Whut miser'ble excuse fer a human bein' is knockin' on th' fuckin' door.
Arubrey is a miserable excuse for a human being.
Macglynn opens the door. He stares.
Macglynn shuts the door.
Arubrey says: -- H -
Arubrey slumps.
Macglynn says: Salesmen.
Arubrey whispers: "It's me."
Senkha says: ...Oliver.
Macglynn says: ... What?
Senkha says: That is not a salesman.
Senkha says: That is Arubrey.
Macglynn says: ...
Macglynn swears quietly to himself. He doesn't look like he intends on getting up to open the door.
Senkha says: ...
Senkha pushes off the bed, rolling her eyes and goes to open the door.
Arubrey is kinda drooping her looking really defeated.
Senkha opens the door. Stehl-the-whelp is clinging to her head and blowing smoke rings. She looks half amused and half annoyed. "Come on in, l-- twin."
Arubrey says: Hi.
Arubrey says: Thanks.
Macglynn stares Arubrey down.
Arubrey steps in, closing the door behind him. There's a deep breath, feeling Oliver staring LASERS into Aubrey's head. He just offers an ashamed smile over to Senkha - and a wave to Oliver.
Arubrey says: Uh - hi.
Senkha takes note of the sword strapped to Arubrey's back and frowns slightly, though she says nothing except, "...you know, I remembered that I was the one to teach Stehl to say 'boners.'"
Senkha says: Just throwing that out there.
Macglynn drums his fingers on his knee. "Ah'll keep that in mind." He looks to Arubrey, and smiles. "Well, boy? Y'gunna lurk th' door, or y'gunna sit?"
Arubrey says: -- Right. I guess - yeah.
To Arubrey: *"He doesn't bite, you know."*
Arubrey frowns towards the chair by the table. It's the closest to the door, which he happily takes. His legs cross and his hands come together on his lap.
Arubrey whispers: "Just worried."
Arubrey says: Sorry.
Senkha looks between Oliver and Arubrey with a tentative smile, as if trying to make peace between them with her mind.
Arubrey says: I'm sorry.
Senkha says: So! I wanted to thank you for watching out for Stehl and the house while we were away.
Arubrey says: -- You're welcome.
You let out a hacking cough.
Macglynn says: Ah hope y'changed th' sheets.
Arubrey says: Sorry about the booties - yeah.
Arubrey says: We kept it clean.
Arubrey coughs.
Macglynn says: Good.
Senkha says: ...you definitely took it up the ass.
Macglynn covers his face with his palm.
Senkha realizes she's spoken outloud a moment too late.
You cover your face with your palm.
Arubrey -stares- his twin down, a little mortified. His cheeks are bright red, completely shocked.
Macglynn says: ...
Senkha is still covering her face with her hands, looking similarly embarrassed...or at least her ears are bright red.
Arubrey says: ... Thanks for that.
Arubrey says: Really.
Macglynn seems content to remove himself from the situation. He walks across the house and sits, and immediately lights his pipe.
Stehlp, sensing his mother's embarrassment, covers her face with his wings.
To Arubrey: *"...sorry. Didn't mean to say that out loud. But he -knows- already, Light."*
Arubrey slumps in his chair, looking over towards Oliver. He tries to make polite conversation! "Good to see you well, Oliver. Was worried."
Arubrey whispers: "I-It's fine... I..."
Macglynn says: 'Bout whut.
Arubrey says: Your injuries.
Macglynn says: Soldier. Shit happens.
To Arubrey: *her discomfort is more than apparent. "...well, I mean. It's practically like living out some sort of fucked-up threesome anyway. Or something." She withdraws slightly.*
Arubrey whispers: "... Senkha?"
To Arubrey: *faintly. "...sorry..."*
Arubrey whispers: "I love you. How mad is he at me?"
Arubrey says: ... Yeah.
Arubrey says: But - even still.
To Arubrey: *"Not really mad. Irritated. Keep trying."*
Arubrey says: I am sorry. About a lot of assholery I've done around you.
Arubrey says: The Sigil house and on.
Arubrey says: It - I think we got off at a bad foot.
Arubrey coughs at this, trying to muster up a weak smile.
Senkha tries to push Stehlp's wings out of her face. The whelp seems more interested in keeping her face covered than she is interested in having her face covered.
Macglynn puffs at his pipe for a moment, looking at the fire. Finally, he looks at Arubrey and asks plainly, "Feel good fer yah when Ah fuck 'er, Arubrey?"
Arubrey ... Is honest back. "I don't feel a thing."
Arubrey says: It's - her. She feels it and I just -
Arubrey says: Nngh.
Arubrey covers his visage with his palm! Awkward!
Senkha looks like she wants to melt into the floor. She stops trying to pry Stehlp's wings away from her face.
Macglynn taps the bit of his pipe on his exposed jaw. "Choose yer words careful na'."
Arubrey says: ... I don't feel it. She does and I just - get a sense when it happens.
Arubrey says: I don't pay attention to it. I don't want to.
Arubrey says: And I keep my mind off it when it does.
Arubrey says: How's that?
Senkha , able to stop covering her face since Stehlp has taken on that duty, reaches down to cover her ass, because that was not okay, even the hint of it.
Macglynn says: Is that th' truth, or y'tellin' me that 'cause yah like havin' that eye.
Arubrey says: Truth.
Senkha nods feebly in confirmation. She still looks like she wants to die.
Macglynn stops tapping, and puts his pipe back to his lips. "Guess y'live another day, then."
Arubrey looks to the man carefully, his breathing a bit rigid. He's scared of Oliver for all the wrong reasons. He gives a dutiful nod. "... How can I continue living past this?"
To Arubrey: *still faintly, as if she's trying to force the words out around her massive embarrassment. "...is that Grahm."*
Arubrey whispers: "Yes. I - got him back."
Senkha pries one wing away from her face for long enough to stare at Arubrey blankly before letting it fall back again.
Macglynn says: Never speak 'a it.
Arubrey says: ... Done.
Arubrey coughs, looking back to Senkha with a frown. He tries to throw a genuine careless grin - but it falters a bit.
Senkha speaks from behind Stehlp's wings. "So...good that we can move past this, right?"
Macglynn stands, picks up his runeblade from the corner, and takes a sharpening stone from his belongings. He proceeds to sharpen his blade. "Yep."
Senkha hears the sound of the sharpening stone and groans. "This is ridiculous."
Macglynn says: Ah said yep.
Macglynn sharpen sharpen sharpen
To Macglynn: *faintly, through a very large amount of embarrassment. "You're terrifying him more."*
Macglynn whispers: <"Good. See if 'e grows some balls.">
Senkha turns her face as if to stare at Oliver, but the whelp remains in front of her face. "...seriously?"
Macglynn turns his sword on its point as he inspects the blade's edge. He smiles at Senkha, and offers a smile to Arubrey as well. "When have Ah ever been serious?"
Macglynn finds an old cloth and begins to clean grime out of the grooves made by the runes.
Arubrey totally drifted off, a small headache overcoming him. His hands came up for his temples, massaging into them with a thumb. He offers a weak smile over to Oliver, giving a nod. But he's silent.
Senkha sighs quietly behind the whelp's wings. "...sorry, love."
Arubrey says: I should get going, you two.
Arubrey says: -- Thanks for your time.
Arubrey stumbles to his feet, still leaving a hand to his cheek.
Macglynn says: Pity. Yuh'll have ta come earlier nex' tahm.
Macglynn turns his blade again. He wipes away grime that looks suspiciously like dried blood.
Arubrey says: One day.
Arubrey staggers his way out.
Macglynn pries the booties off of Stehl.
Senkha has already ripped the bib off and tossed it at the table.
Macglynn doesn't have the heart to throw them in the fire, but tosses them aside. "He's a dragon!"
Senkha says: Oh, I meant Arubrey.
Senkha says: He, um.
Senkha says: Well.
Senkha says: Heh.
Macglynn says: ...
Macglynn stands abruptly, still holding Stehl.
Senkha looks down at the sheets, which are mostly smooth and seem unrumpled. "...I -think- he probably did, but I'm not sure."
Macglynn holds up Stehl still, away from the sheets, as though he could possibly become tainted. "They didn' let y'watch did they?!"
Senkha says: ...oh Light, I hope not. The last thing we need is for him to be imitating -that-.
Senkha reaches down to place her hands over her rear, as if remembering something she Did Not Want.
Stehl makes a garbled noise that sounds a lot like moaning.
Senkha says: . . .
Senkha says: ...he's not answering.
Senkha looks like }8
Macglynn looks devastated. Stehl, on the other hand, merrily pipes up, "Boners!"
Senkha says: . . .
Macglynn turns Stehl upside-down. "Y'got a language problem, son."
Macglynn stares Crimson Whelpling down.
Stehl-the-whelp pipes up, as if in agreement, "Shit howdy!"
Macglynn says: ... You doin' this on purpose?
Senkha says: Light, he's going to go and join up with the other reds when he's all grown and be a complete embarassment.
Macglynn says: Ah sometahms wonder if us even havin' 'im around's at all good fer 'im.
Macglynn says: Ah mean, whut good's a dragon gunn be if 'e kin't even do... dragon things.
Senkha says: I think it -has- to be now. He's used to us...we're his family. If we sent him away now...
Macglynn says: Ah'm jus' curious about ha' this is gunna work, is all.
Macglynn says: He's gunna git bigger, too. Way bigger.
Senkha says: Well, we can deal with that when we come to it. It probably won't be for another twenty years or so.
Senkha says: And by then, we may have a bigger place or no place at all.
Macglynn says: Whut if 'e meets other dragons? He kin't even say nuthin' in, uh. Dragontalk.
Macglynn says: Light, Ah think Afterburn kin talk with dragons more'n this kid can.
Macglynn is still holding Stehl upside-down.
Senkha says: That's why we should get in touch with Mr. Campion and see about socializing him with Scarlet.
Macglynn says: So there'd be... two dragons whut kin't speak dragon.
Senkha says: Maybe they can and we don't realize it.
Senkha says: I mean, does he have a reason to speak Draconic around us?
Macglynn is silent for a moment. Finally, he responds, "That's dumb."
Senkha says: What's dumb about it?
Macglynn says: ...
Macglynn says: Ah'm sayin' it's dumb 'cause Ah don't agree with it an' kin't think of a better argyamint.
Senkha laughs, finally getting off the bed, and rests her arms on Oliver's shoulders. Stehlp takes advantage of this situation to clamber up on top of Oliver's head.
Senkha says: I figured as much and that, my dear, is why I love you.
Senkha says: ...even though that makes -no- sense.
Macglynn says: Neither does raisin' dragons like puppies!
Senkha says: I'm not raising him like a puppy. I'm raising him like a son. There is a difference.
Macglynn says: Light, he's probably smarter'n we is.
Macglynn tries to pry Stehlp off. "Ah ain't bein' insultin' ter yah, yeah?"
Stehlp blows a smoke ring in Oliver's face. He looks like he is smiling.
Macglynn says: ... Ah think there's somethin' wrote somewhere that says all kids, n'matter whut species, gotta be a pain in th' ass.
Senkha says: Of course! Otherwise we wouldn't appreciate it so much when they grow out of it.
Macglynn says: Ah dunno, lookin' at my track record, Ah'd say they's better off as kids.
Senkha frowns at this, looking downward. "...right. I'm sorry, love."
Macglynn blinks at you.
Macglynn says: Fer whut.
Senkha says: For not thinking of that. I should've been thinking.
Macglynn says: Y'been apologizin' fer purty meaningless shit.
Senkha says: I know. I know. I'm s--
You blink at Macglynn.
Senkha says: ...sorry.
Macglynn sighs at you.
Senkha chews on her lower lip, looking more than a little nervous and embarrassed.
Macglynn takes her by the shoulders, and sits her on the bed.
Senkha is sat.
Macglynn sits next to her. Stehl leaps from his head to hers.
Macglynn says: Don't gotta say yer sorry.
Senkha says: I just don't want you to be upset. I don't want you to worry that I'm going to hurt you again.
Macglynn says: ... When have Ah ever got upset about... anythin' at all?
Senkha says: Yes, I know, but I don't want you to get upset is what I'm saying.
Senkha says: ...I don't want to give you reason to leave or anything.
Senkha 's voice is timid and small. She looks down at the quilt as she talks.
To Arubrey: *"...you changed the sheets, right?"*
Arubrey whispers: "Yes."
Arubrey whispers: "Uh - yeah."
Macglynn laughs. A chuckle at first, though it grows. He kisses her on the cheek, and it is dead and gross and cold. "Y'sound like me."
Arubrey whispers: "Sorry."
Senkha looks up with a slanted smile. "...I do, don't I? I'm s--" She laughs, shaking her head.
To Arubrey: *"You may want to come and apologize to Oliver. I think he wants to burn the sheets."*
Arubrey whispers: "I am in so much trouble, aren't I?"
Macglynn says: Though, Ah don't got half m'subconscious missin', so Ah dunno whut my excuse is.
To Arubrey: *"Stehl started moaning like one of the three of you and then said 'boners!' So...yes."*
Arubrey whispers: "... You taught him that word. Coming."
Senkha reaches over to kiss his cold, dead right cheek...not the bony, rotten, left cheek. "It's because you have a good heart and because you don't think you deserve me."
To Arubrey: *"I did no such thing!"*
Arubrey whispers: "I remember it!"
To Arubrey: *"...oh right. Heh."*
Macglynn says: So y'admit it!
Arubrey whispers: There's a really reluctant sigh on Arubrey's side. As well, he's incredibly worried and - scared. "Coming."
Senkha says: Admit what?
Macglynn kisses her again. "That Ah don't deserve you."
Senkha laughs, shaking her head. "That is not what I said! You -think- that you don't deserve me, but the reverse is true."
Arubrey ... Knocks against the door, a hand coming up to rub the back of his head nervously. Someone's in trouble~
Macglynn kisses his wife again, this time on the neck. He looks incredibly irate at the DOOR KNOCK.
Macglynn says: Whut miser'ble excuse fer a human bein' is knockin' on th' fuckin' door.
Arubrey is a miserable excuse for a human being.
Macglynn opens the door. He stares.
Macglynn shuts the door.
Arubrey says: -- H -
Arubrey slumps.
Macglynn says: Salesmen.
Arubrey whispers: "It's me."
Senkha says: ...Oliver.
Macglynn says: ... What?
Senkha says: That is not a salesman.
Senkha says: That is Arubrey.
Macglynn says: ...
Macglynn swears quietly to himself. He doesn't look like he intends on getting up to open the door.
Senkha says: ...
Senkha pushes off the bed, rolling her eyes and goes to open the door.
Arubrey is kinda drooping her looking really defeated.
Senkha opens the door. Stehl-the-whelp is clinging to her head and blowing smoke rings. She looks half amused and half annoyed. "Come on in, l-- twin."
Arubrey says: Hi.
Arubrey says: Thanks.
Macglynn stares Arubrey down.
Arubrey steps in, closing the door behind him. There's a deep breath, feeling Oliver staring LASERS into Aubrey's head. He just offers an ashamed smile over to Senkha - and a wave to Oliver.
Arubrey says: Uh - hi.
Senkha takes note of the sword strapped to Arubrey's back and frowns slightly, though she says nothing except, "...you know, I remembered that I was the one to teach Stehl to say 'boners.'"
Senkha says: Just throwing that out there.
Macglynn drums his fingers on his knee. "Ah'll keep that in mind." He looks to Arubrey, and smiles. "Well, boy? Y'gunna lurk th' door, or y'gunna sit?"
Arubrey says: -- Right. I guess - yeah.
To Arubrey: *"He doesn't bite, you know."*
Arubrey frowns towards the chair by the table. It's the closest to the door, which he happily takes. His legs cross and his hands come together on his lap.
Arubrey whispers: "Just worried."
Arubrey says: Sorry.
Senkha looks between Oliver and Arubrey with a tentative smile, as if trying to make peace between them with her mind.
Arubrey says: I'm sorry.
Senkha says: So! I wanted to thank you for watching out for Stehl and the house while we were away.
Arubrey says: -- You're welcome.
You let out a hacking cough.
Macglynn says: Ah hope y'changed th' sheets.
Arubrey says: Sorry about the booties - yeah.
Arubrey says: We kept it clean.
Arubrey coughs.
Macglynn says: Good.
Senkha says: ...you definitely took it up the ass.
Macglynn covers his face with his palm.
Senkha realizes she's spoken outloud a moment too late.
You cover your face with your palm.
Arubrey -stares- his twin down, a little mortified. His cheeks are bright red, completely shocked.
Macglynn says: ...
Senkha is still covering her face with her hands, looking similarly embarrassed...or at least her ears are bright red.
Arubrey says: ... Thanks for that.
Arubrey says: Really.
Macglynn seems content to remove himself from the situation. He walks across the house and sits, and immediately lights his pipe.
Stehlp, sensing his mother's embarrassment, covers her face with his wings.
To Arubrey: *"...sorry. Didn't mean to say that out loud. But he -knows- already, Light."*
Arubrey slumps in his chair, looking over towards Oliver. He tries to make polite conversation! "Good to see you well, Oliver. Was worried."
Arubrey whispers: "I-It's fine... I..."
Macglynn says: 'Bout whut.
Arubrey says: Your injuries.
Macglynn says: Soldier. Shit happens.
To Arubrey: *her discomfort is more than apparent. "...well, I mean. It's practically like living out some sort of fucked-up threesome anyway. Or something." She withdraws slightly.*
Arubrey whispers: "... Senkha?"
To Arubrey: *faintly. "...sorry..."*
Arubrey whispers: "I love you. How mad is he at me?"
Arubrey says: ... Yeah.
Arubrey says: But - even still.
To Arubrey: *"Not really mad. Irritated. Keep trying."*
Arubrey says: I am sorry. About a lot of assholery I've done around you.
Arubrey says: The Sigil house and on.
Arubrey says: It - I think we got off at a bad foot.
Arubrey coughs at this, trying to muster up a weak smile.
Senkha tries to push Stehlp's wings out of her face. The whelp seems more interested in keeping her face covered than she is interested in having her face covered.
Macglynn puffs at his pipe for a moment, looking at the fire. Finally, he looks at Arubrey and asks plainly, "Feel good fer yah when Ah fuck 'er, Arubrey?"
Arubrey ... Is honest back. "I don't feel a thing."
Arubrey says: It's - her. She feels it and I just -
Arubrey says: Nngh.
Arubrey covers his visage with his palm! Awkward!
Senkha looks like she wants to melt into the floor. She stops trying to pry Stehlp's wings away from her face.
Macglynn taps the bit of his pipe on his exposed jaw. "Choose yer words careful na'."
Arubrey says: ... I don't feel it. She does and I just - get a sense when it happens.
Arubrey says: I don't pay attention to it. I don't want to.
Arubrey says: And I keep my mind off it when it does.
Arubrey says: How's that?
Senkha , able to stop covering her face since Stehlp has taken on that duty, reaches down to cover her ass, because that was not okay, even the hint of it.
Macglynn says: Is that th' truth, or y'tellin' me that 'cause yah like havin' that eye.
Arubrey says: Truth.
Senkha nods feebly in confirmation. She still looks like she wants to die.
Macglynn stops tapping, and puts his pipe back to his lips. "Guess y'live another day, then."
Arubrey looks to the man carefully, his breathing a bit rigid. He's scared of Oliver for all the wrong reasons. He gives a dutiful nod. "... How can I continue living past this?"
To Arubrey: *still faintly, as if she's trying to force the words out around her massive embarrassment. "...is that Grahm."*
Arubrey whispers: "Yes. I - got him back."
Senkha pries one wing away from her face for long enough to stare at Arubrey blankly before letting it fall back again.
Macglynn says: Never speak 'a it.
Arubrey says: ... Done.
Arubrey coughs, looking back to Senkha with a frown. He tries to throw a genuine careless grin - but it falters a bit.
Senkha speaks from behind Stehlp's wings. "So...good that we can move past this, right?"
Macglynn stands, picks up his runeblade from the corner, and takes a sharpening stone from his belongings. He proceeds to sharpen his blade. "Yep."
Senkha hears the sound of the sharpening stone and groans. "This is ridiculous."
Macglynn says: Ah said yep.
Macglynn sharpen sharpen sharpen
To Macglynn: *faintly, through a very large amount of embarrassment. "You're terrifying him more."*
Macglynn whispers: <"Good. See if 'e grows some balls.">
Senkha turns her face as if to stare at Oliver, but the whelp remains in front of her face. "...seriously?"
Macglynn turns his sword on its point as he inspects the blade's edge. He smiles at Senkha, and offers a smile to Arubrey as well. "When have Ah ever been serious?"
Macglynn finds an old cloth and begins to clean grime out of the grooves made by the runes.
Arubrey totally drifted off, a small headache overcoming him. His hands came up for his temples, massaging into them with a thumb. He offers a weak smile over to Oliver, giving a nod. But he's silent.
Senkha sighs quietly behind the whelp's wings. "...sorry, love."
Arubrey says: I should get going, you two.
Arubrey says: -- Thanks for your time.
Arubrey stumbles to his feet, still leaving a hand to his cheek.
Macglynn says: Pity. Yuh'll have ta come earlier nex' tahm.
Macglynn turns his blade again. He wipes away grime that looks suspiciously like dried blood.
Arubrey says: One day.
Arubrey staggers his way out.
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