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Post by wes Tue Aug 31, 2021 5:15 am

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
“Merda,” he cursed under his breath, eyes closed and brows furrowed deeply, as the fur-lined coat slumped onto the wooden floor in a damp, bloodied heap. The inn room the group found themselves in sported nothing but a bed, side table, and some dingy chair off to a corner. Not the best room, really, with a few cobwebs here and there and the odd creaky floorboard. Another door that lead to the bathroom was slightly off its hinges, and he had prayed to God that it had a functioning shower that wasn’t too nasty. The trio could’ve afforded something nicer, but far be it from this Savaglio to leave a bloody trail in some fancy shmancy inn. He knew better than that. He also knew visiting a doctor would be the better option as well, but old habits were hard to scrap. So shady old inn it was!

Wes sat on the edge of the bed, black long sleeve shirt sticking to his wounded skin as he slouched. It had been torn at the back, revealing a gash about the length of an axe head that bled and seeped into the surrounding material. He gave no real inclination towards the pain this time, figuring no one needed to know that both his back and leg burned like all hell. He was tough like that.

“So, how’s everyone farin’? Peachy keen, I’m assuming?” he joked, looking from Emi to Kiigan. Though he had the spirit it didn’t quite reach his face. The redhead looked about as done with life as ever. Not because of the uncomfortable sensations, but because next time he’d be sure to bring the whole goddamn organization if he had to. Who the hell thought that many guys would show up just for some stupid logs? Religion be damned. Some people needed to get themselves a life. It also didn’t help that there was the disheartening fact that his hat had sustained damage: a bullet hole perfectly aimed at its center. He shuddered, eyeing the fedora at his lap with a small frown. Another kick to the head and who knows in what other godforsaken world he’d end up in… or he could just stay dead.

That was a possibility, too.
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Post by Kiigan Wed Sep 01, 2021 12:36 am

"Just fine, boss," Kiigan said flatly with an unbothered face, though he was quick enough to head for the rickety chair in the corner and stiffly sit. Traveling so far after he expended so much energy was already exhausting, but doing so with the kind of damage he'd sustained and all the effort it took to pretend it didn't hurt was another level of drained. Hiding a limp was pure torturous exercise in itself. Though the bit of healing offered by the priestess had slowed the bleeding, it certainly wasn't enough to have any of the three out of first aid range.

Humans and their stupid guns. The angel's hatred for the cowards' weapon flared brighter than it had before. It burned way more than a stab wound and the damage seemed more substantial. Were the bullets still in there? A tense breath exhaled from his nose as he shifted and lightly poked around the hole in his leg, deciding that there was still a ball of metal in there. Though he wasn't scowling any more than usual, his eyes were tight and his posture betrayed his discomfort.

Kiigan was left a bit peeved about the whole thing. When he'd said he wouldn't risk his life for a stupid shipment of wood for a church in a place he didn't even think it should be, he'd meant it. And while he wasn't particularly in danger of dying nor had he done what he did in the interest of the shipment or the church, he'd still gotten way more involved in the fight than he'd intended. That's where his emotions always landed him. All the aggravation over whether everyone he knew was a witch or not had him sitting in this craphole hotel, his thigh and shoulder aching and stuck to the blood-soaked fabric around them, all because he'd wanted to let off a bit of steam and leapt into a fight where they were severely outnumbered. In the moment, though, it'd been pretty thrilling. It was also a great big ego stroke that they'd come out victorious... Perhaps he'd feel better about it when the world wasn't spinning around him.

Directing his attention off of himself, he glanced between the two potential witches he was now sharing a room with. Though he was wary, even if they did prove to be Eldritch, he wasn't the type to hope bad things happened to them or wish for them to suffer. He just wished there was a bit more distance. "There might be a first aid kit around here somewhere?" he asked, taking in both of their wounds and bloody clothes with concern. It was doubtful that a place that smelled this...er, interesting would have anything but mites and roaches stocked, but even Kiigan could have moments of unwarranted optimism. He would've gotten up to check for himself instead of asking, but... he wasn't actually sure if he could.

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Post by Emi Kazama Thu Sep 02, 2021 6:24 am




 

joker's always wild


but I just can't smile without you




The pitiful room of the dingy inn that lacked a compassionate hand and that appeared somber from the endless dusk through the windows had gotten no complaints from the poor thief that considered this a step up from the streets. Instead, the streetrat wore a smile so bright, it reached her eyes with a jovial crease of her dark green orbs as she peeled away with a smiling wince at the three layers of oversized jackets to reveal her sweater tank top, bloodied lower arm, along with her dark pants. This was better than the abandoned place that she lived in! This one came with a real bed and an actual chair! Now if it only had a shower or a bathtub-

A loud creak at the slightly unhinged door with green eyes that peered curiously into the room allowed the scrutinizing jade thief to spot the shower curtain. "Wow!!" A giddy squeak softly escaped from the gasp that fled from Emi's lips as she enthusiastically dashed into the bathroom.  To anyone else, it was a paper thin, flimsy excuse of a shower curtain; but to Emi, it was a shower curtain and it was an actual shower! This was so much more private than what she was used to! Ah, coming home after being spoiled like this was definitely not going to be something she was looking forward to!  

After seconds of being alone in the bathroom, Emi tightly gripped onto each side of the porcelain sink that was showing signs of rust by the drain as the petite girl tried to catch her quivering breath by breathing in slowly, lifting her head to stare shakily at her reflection in the mirror that revealed all the fear that she had felt. The clown thief had laughed it all away earlier, but that experience was a lot worse than she had ever imagined, more than the fighting she was used to in the streets. She could have died out there, which was something she had said time and time again, but this time she really could have been left to die by the people that had given her a death wish in the first place - the same two people that were in the room with her now, who also happened to be the ones that had covered her when she was prepping the cannon. A nervous, breathless laugh escaped her lips at the irony as she turned on the faucet and cupped some water to splash onto her face, removing some of the blood splatters on her face that did not belong to her before cleaning the blood from the wound on her arm.

"Mmhm!" Emi responded to Wesley's snarky joke with a soft giggle after she came out of the bathroom in her sweater tank top and applied pressure to her wound in her lower arm with a small towel. "Gotcha covered!" She responded to Kiigan with a wink and in an instant, her hands dove into her pockets to enter her pocket dimension and pulled out bandage tape that seemed endless the more she pulled out of her pocket until she stuffed it back in once she was finished with her demonstration. Before she would take out more first aid, Emi pulled out a wine bottle from her other pocket with a grin.  "I also brought some wine to take our mind off of things..your clothes just need to do the rest," A soft giggle escaped her lips at her teasing joke that attempted to spark a reaction as she set it down on top of the dresser, although she was actually meaning for them to take off their clothes in order to tend to their wounds. "Or I can always tear at it to make some room for cleaning your wounds, if you're into that!" A playful smirk formed on her face before pulling out a small purse from her pocket to pull out a large bucket that she set on the floor and filled with unused bottles of water that she dropped inside, as well as the "free" soap packages with their hotel brands on them, which she placed on the bed.

"Can you both keep your wounded legs elevated right up here on the bed so that you won't bleed out?" Emi asked sweetly with a smile that wore some measure of concern for them, "C'mon Kiigan, bring it in, buddy! Scoot your chair right on over to the bed!" The jade haired tomboy encouraged the blue haired grump with a grin, hoping that he could at least scoot his chair close to the bed to elevate his foot on the bed. Emi then pulled out various towels from the bag, laying them on the floor and on the bed. "That's right. Take off your shoes and step right up!" Emi joked very much like a carnival barker as she sat on the edge of the bed and patted the bed for them to literally step right up by placing their feet onto the bed, "Don't be shy!"

"Looks like it's our time of the month, boys!" Emi remarked with a playful grin as she pulled out several new menstruation pads, waving one in the air at them with a snicker before rolling her eyes reassuringly, "Don't worrrrrry, I'll cover it with bandages! Your secret's safe with me! Heehee!"  





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Post by wes Sat Oct 02, 2021 11:46 pm

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
His face shot up at the mention of wine with a soft “huh…!?” and momentarily looked at the thief like she had just unearthed the key to all his problems. However, his expression softened as she continued to pull item upon item from her pockets, faint images of old cartoons making their way across his mind. A bout of lightheadedness washed over him then. He could never stay awake during those, though at the moment it was probably the blood loss rearing its head.

Right. The blood.

He slouched deeper into the cheap mattress and winced, giving her covered wound a once-over. A light frown tugged at his lips before his attention shifted to the other person in the room. That didn’t help. Kiigan’s shirt might as well had changed colour from the wound he’d sustained. “I’ll take the wine,” he said a little too quickly, leg crying as he impulsed himself off the bed and headed towards the drawer. At least Emi came prepared which was, well, good. More than the redhead would’ve expected out of the woman he’d come to partner with in Engloria. He’d figured she’d be dead by now given everything. But to have seen her man the cannon and those weirdly deep pockets of hers while still being all smiles —his interest was a little more than piqued.

Wes wanted to see what else she could do. So despite every muscle in his body screaming at him to move and be rid of the red stuff, he held back, tightly gripping the bottle in his hand to keep himself occupied. “Well, you heard the lady. C’mon,” he urged the angel to do as told after the humorous impersonation of a carnie, some measure of concern sewn into the crease and lowering of his brow. He never particularly enjoyed being first when others were hurt, much less those that worked for him. Thus he stuck to the drawer with that same uncharacteristic slouch that made his back hurt a little less, not wanting to impose.

Emi’s remark got his attention once more. His eyes widened at the pads, gaze immediately darting over to Kiigan and then back to her, mouth opening as if he couldn’t find the words. He was actually a little taken aback by the boldness. That kind of thing wasn’t something that would be mentioned or joked about in his time. Even when the women of Porto d’Oro brought it up amongst themselves, he’d kinda just… look the other way. And he did, in that moment. “You should take care of yourself first,” he started after awkwardly clearing his throat. “We can wait.”
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Post by Kiigan Sun Oct 03, 2021 6:26 am

Kiigan's bone-tired eyes shifted sluggishly between the shorter pair, taking in all the chatter and activity in stony silence. There she went pulling random things out of her pockets again. At least it wasn't a smoked salmon this time, but rather, helpful things. Nothing innately witchy about that, though he was still suspicious. Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference between people with normal magic abilities and Heknys' brood.

The mention of wine piqued his interest and drew a longing glance, but not really enough to get up or ask for any. A drink would be very nice right about now. Something to take the edge off. Maybe if Wes opened it, he'd get some later, once he didn't feel like he would fall out of his seat, and once he couldn't see the discomfort in the arching of the gingersnap's back. Kiigan eyed Wes with concern, wondering if he looked as uncomfortable while also hiding the pain.

More pressingly, he was being told by both of them to take off his clothes and move his chair to prop up his leg, which he didn't have much energy for, to be honest. "What is it with you two and my clothes?" he asked, his tone flat but the dry humor was there. Initially resistant like his boss, Kii mildly nodded in agreement. "You first," he gruffed at the minty maybe-witch, unfazed by the feminine products he was being threatened with. No one he'd grown up with was particularly fussed with the body's natural processes, unlike Wes. "I hope those are the super absorbent ones with the wings. Put one on your arm."

"Then him," he nodded to Wes, making it clear that he didn't care what his boss's sensibilities were. Kiigan wasn't the type to take help until it was able to be given risk-free. While the thief might not know how head-strong he was about things, the ginger was probably well on his way to learning.

In the meantime, while Emi and hopefully Wes started to get sorted out, Kiigan pulled himself to his feet with a tense exhale. Every movement was slow and deliberate in his attempts to act like he wasn't injured. Fingertips slipped beneath the sticky red shirt and pulled up, every muscle in his torso rippling as white-hot agony screamed from his shoulder. Other than the squinting of his eyes and the hard-set of his jaw, he peeled the shirt off like he normally would and tossed it into the corner with a sigh. The pants were a little easier initially, at least until he had to slowly pry the stiff fabric from the wound in his thigh. A quiet grunt left his lips as damaged flesh tugged and pulled with the jean, but he didn't stop until it was free and the garment was around his ankles. With a very small wobble, he stepped out and stooped to pick them up so he could retrieve the pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. Once he was standing again, unashamed of being in just his black boxer briefs, he placed one of the smoke sticks between his lips and pressed a scorching fingertip to it to light it. Lighting a second one off of his own, he handed it over to Wes, whom he couldn't help but eyeball again with worry.

By the time he dragged his chair closer to the bed and plopped back down into it, he was pale and slicked with shimmery red blood and cold sweat. Still, he seemed more at ease as he puffed on the cigarette, using his hands to help prop his leg up on the mattress near where Emi was seated. Did he want to be so close to her? Not at the moment. They'd certainly been much closer in the past, but that was before. It was a shame that someone with a body like hers had to be...well...her. "If you have any tampons, I could just jam those in the holes..."

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Post by Emi Kazama Wed Oct 27, 2021 1:17 am




 

joker's always wild


but I just can't smile without you




With a smirk tilting in amusement at one end of her lips, the jeweled green eyes of the minty-haired thief watched as both of the men practically perked right up at the mention of wine, with Wesley even ambling over to fetch it himself from its place on top of the drawer. Because it spurred such a boyish reaction to the two tough men in the room, it made it even more endearing to watch. Emi wasn't even going to mention that the stolen wine wasn't initially meant to be shared with the two that had threatened her life. That was supposed to be her celebratory wine if she had managed to survive, but they deserved it given what they've been through. For now.

"What is it with you two and my clothes?"

"Heeheeheehee!" Covering her lips with a hand, Emi muffled her giggling at what sounded like Kiigan's dry humor. He does have a sense of humor! Never one to question a joke, the clown princess of crime glimpsed over at Wesley with a raise of an eyebrow and a confused smile, shrugging with a hand palm side up to gesture Kiigan as she silently asked Wesley if he knew what Kiigan was talking about.

"I hope those are the super absorbent ones with the wings. Put one on your arm."

"Aren't they the best!?" Intrigued at Kiigan's knowledge and preference to mensturation pads, the comedic thief leaned forward from her seated position to Kiigan's direction with a gleeful grin, enthusiasm bubbling up in delight. At their unanimous agreement for her to tend to herself first, the minty-haired mage blinked in surprise and her smile began to dissipate as her green orbs darted from Wesley to Kiigan.  These two were barely on the brink of consciousness with far more serious wounds, yet they insisted that she would be first. Emi would've blushed at the unexpected, surprisingly civil gesture that she wasn't used to, but the thief from the streets wasn't born yesterday. Maybe they just wanted to see what she could do first. That's okay.

"Oh..heh..alright..."  Emi smiled softly with a light shrug in agreement while unraveling the towel that she had wound tightly to apply pressure on her graze wound. With a tug of the bottom of her tank top shirt, she pulled out her stolen sewing kit, which she had regarded quietly with a reminiscent smile, particularly with the thimble she had stolen from Pomme. Emi next put all the years of Pomme's lessons into practice after sterilizing the needle and thread with mouthwash, successfully sewing her wound closed. "FFFUCKING peppermint!..AHhh-hah! Ssst..Too bad it wasn't a lance.. I would've used spearmint! Pfft! Hahaha!" Bearing a broad grin that revealed a wince at the pain, Emi burst out laughing at her own dark humor. Whenever she laughed, it always made the pain feel less. "Found this moisturizer in Rivengate one winter.. no idea what it's made of, but it'll keep this from itching!" Dappling onto the wound a bit of petroleum jelly moisturizer that she had pulled out from the top of her tank top shirt, she opened and placed the winged superabsorbent pad atop of her wound and then bandaged on top of it using the bandage strips that were continuously pulled from her pockets.   

"Who says I can't do both?" Challenged the minty haired thief as her voice lowered to sultry tone before biting the end of the cut bandage strip to bind her bandaged arm securely, given that she couldn't use her other hand to tie the knot that she added to apply pressure onto the wound.  Lowering her eyelids half-way over her green orbs beneath her narrowing eyebrows, she smirked playfully as her eyes flickered between the two men without explaining as to whether it was an innuendo. "..I have two sponges,"  Emi clarified with a teasing smile as she held up the two indicated sponges, ensuring that she meant that she can wash the wounds of both of the men easily. Her eyes of dark green seemed to focus on Wesley gripping tightly on the bottle before peering down at his calf that was still bleeding because it was not elevated.  The exact opposite of what she had asked him to do. Heaving a frustrated sigh, she grabbed a piece of gum from her actual pocket and jammed it in her mouth to vigorously chew with a little more of a grind of her teeth as seen by the movement of her cheeks. "C'mon, Wesley.. don't be-!"

It was in that moment when Kiigan began stripping himself of all of his clothing, and after taking a double-take to notice the glorious revelation of the bluette's strong build as he lit a cigarette, all of her words she had meant to say to Wesley had been forgotten. All she could do was stupidly chew on the gum, blowing a bubble at her lips as her eyes took in the view of his black boxer briefs, from the bulge down to the wound in his thigh. Then, as if Fleure'vir had heard her silent thoughts, Kiigan turned to give Wesley a cigarette he had lit for him.

That's when she saw it. That butt of divine proportions.

..*Pop!* A sudden, tempting bite of her bubble led to it popping, the only noise that was emitted from Emi. Tucking the gum inside of her cheek to continue softly chewing on it, the thief beamed her broad smile that demonstrated her pearly whites over at that handsome bluett; a smile that reached the crease in her eyes out of admiration while she watched him move his seat to prop his foot up on the bed, just like she had said. For the first time in a while, she actually felt listened to; it felt kinda nice.

"If you have any tampons, I could just jam those in the holes..."

"Yeah! Great idea, Kiigan!" chirped Emi encouragingly, praising the bluette for his idea. "I've got plenty!" She pulled out several tampons from her pocket dimension in her pants, holding them up in between the spaces of her fingers as if they were claws. "I'm more of a tampon girl anyways," The bold minty-haired woman answered truthfully with a shrug. Tampons were better for her to use when possible. After all, the thief had places to go, places to run.

"Ya know, Wesley..If you really want the wine.."  The playful silky tone of the minty haired girl coaxed Wesley as she got up from the bed and sashayed over to Wesley, placing her hands ontop of his hands that held the wine bottle and gently tugging back as she walked backwards, attempting to walk him over to the bed. Using her quick pick-pocket skills, she used her knee to bump up the wine underneath from his hands and swiped the wine on top to hold it hostage. "...Then get on the fucking bed," Smirking teasingly at Wesley with a narrowing of her dark emerald eyes, she hoped Wesley would comply by getting himself elevated on the bed with the reward of wine.  

"As for you.." cooed Emi as she walked over and leaned over Kiigan's good shoulder, her chest pressing against his back. "You get first dibs," She smiled at him as she gestured the wine in front of him, silently thanking Kiigan for listening to her about getting his foot elevated on the bed. "But first...Think you can turn up the heat?" She added her request in her playful low voice by his ear as she extended an arm over his shoulder to reach for his hand. "Right.. here.." She added, attempting to guide his hand to the neck of the wine bottle she held with the other hand in front of him, hoping that he would use his finger as a lighter to heat the neck of the wine bottle enough for the cork to rise out of the wine bottle. The clown princess of crime knew that she should be careful around a man that could still technically kill her to fulfill her death threat, but she liked playing with fire.





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Post by wes Thu Nov 04, 2021 1:22 am

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
His nose wrinkled in confusion at the dry-humored comment, eyes studying the air as he pondered over it briefly. Try as he might, though, only one answer seemed to make any logical sense in those few seconds: “He’s trippin’ out,” stated Wes, real insightful, offering Emi a ‘hell if I know’ shrug in response. “It’s probably the blood loss.” He shook in his head in pity. Just how much blood had Kiigan lost? Poor guy was starting to make things up.

Any other thoughts on that were halted when the conversation returned to the pads. “There’s different ones…?” spoken softly, he was a little baffled by this realization; a little embarrassed, too. Growing up how he did no one had ever taught him about these products, so he didn’t quite get what they meant by wings. Didn’t these things usually have a belt? Was Emi gonna whip out an elastic belt next? Something between a scowl and a pout formed at how easily they could talk about this stuff and because for a split second he’d stupidly imagined birds.

“Really,” the scowl-pout deepened when offered up to go next for treatment, shooting Kiigan a look. “You should go first, not me.” He stayed oddly quiet afterwards, perhaps too lightheaded and uncomfortable to want to muster up any more opposition, and opted to watch Emi instead. “Kinda makin’ me wish it’d been a lance.” Unamused didn’t begin to cover his tone at her joke. At least she’d been doing a much better job at patching herself up than making him laugh. She knew what she was she was doing, he could give her that. Now if only he could read into her weirdly teasing behavior.

“Don’t be what?” he said, head tilting with a vaguely curious look when she stopped talking midsentence. So he followed her line of sight straight over to…

…Oh.

Wes felt a tug at the corner of his mouth. He’d seen him like this before, at that alley, but back then something else had caught his undivided attention. Now, though? His eyes flicked—down, then up—as Kiigan finished undressing. Why did he have to look so… so… Fuck. Prying his gaze away momentarily, he covered the growing smirk with a fist. It grew weak, however, as the bluette approached. Kiigan was still a wounded mess, and if he was anything like himself Wes knew that he’d have to be in pain despite hiding it. Even so, he’d still taken the time to offer him a cigarette. The redhead really appreciated that, and returned the worried look with a light bow of his head and a whisper, “Grazie.” It was a small thing, but no one ever did small things for him unless asked.

The slight sparkle in the blood hadn’t been missed either. He briefly wondered if all angel blood shimmered the way his did. It looked pretty, but that didn’t take away that it was blood and blood had to be wiped away ASAP. At least the compulsion to do so could be more or less kept in check through smoking, aside from keeping busy. The bottle worked for that, too, but not for long. His hands would start missing the grip they had around it when the thief stole him from his spot at the dresser. He followed along like a limping dog on a leash only to be disappointed when his treat was taken away. “So you bribe a man to bed and just leave him hanging? Is that how you normally operate?” A chuckle. “Tease.”

“Honestly,” fingers reached for the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head carefully. His body tensed when it dragged against the wound, a pained, shaky breath escaping him before the longsleeve hit the floor. His wavy red hair had come out lightly tousled, the cigarette hanging loosely off his lips. He looked at the pair next to him momentarily, eyebrow raising questioningly at Emi’s continuous teasing. “I dunno what you’re playing at but can ya move it along?” he continued, nodding over to Kiigan. “He’s lookin’ real pale.” Not that Wes was any better off, but he was glad he wasn’t gonna go first after all. The pants had been a pain to get off as they’d stuck to his calf. “Ah, cazzo di merda, avrei dovuto semplicemente farli a pezzi…” he rambled on more to himself than anyone in the room, stepping out of the last remaining bit of clothes and into his grey boxers with a hiss and a tremble.

Once done he set the towels on the bed as to not let it stain. The skin at his back had been split near the tangled mess that was his tattoo, dark tendrils and red liquid mixing together to form a relatively ugly image. His calf felt hot, the bullet graze having blown open the skin as well. He sat, swinging the leg over the mattress and onto the towel.

“There. Happy now?”
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Post by Kiigan Sun Nov 07, 2021 11:18 am

He really had lost a lot of blood, to be fair, but it was their memories that failed them in the case of the clothes. The rest of the cases, like how he was having a hard time following his boss's and the thief's conversation, was entirely on him, but he could at least take some solace in Emi having taken care of herself... and the unexpected smoosh of her boobs against his shoulder as she rewarded him with the booze Wes had been cuddling. This was the sexiest way he'd ever been handed a wine bottle. No amount of blood loss and exhaustion could turn off the hormones... okay that wasn't true but he hadn't hit that point yet. "How hot do you want it, Emi?" he asked, turning his dazed eyes on her with a slow blink as he left the innuendo to wallow in the murky void of intentional or not. His signature frown turned up at one corner into something closer to a smirk as he looked away to aim the head of the bottle away from any potential victims. Without waiting for an answer, the inside of his hand started to glow against the bottle, heating it until the cork suddenly popped out on its own and shot across the room.

Oddly enough, the noise actually made him flinch and nearly drop his cigarette, bringing the noises of gunfire and the searing heat of bullets through his flesh back to the front of his mind. With a little shake of his head, potentially bonking into Emi if she was still there, he tucked the smoke stick behind an ear and quickly pulled the bottle to his lips for a deep swig.

A swig he choked on.

First of all, he'd caught himself staring at Wes as he undressed. Always with the suits, he'd honestly hardly thought about what was under it other than nondescript male. A flat washboard or something. But, for lack of a better term and ignoring all the damage for a second, he was just as cute as his face and it was almost annoying. Why he hadn't been expecting that was something he'd never understand, but as his sluggish brain slithered on to the wounds themselves, his impressed brow lift and ogle turned into more intense concern.

"Hhrk, coff, hhhak.. oi, oi, what's all that?" he sputtered like a car getting gassed after idling too long. Kiigan meant multiple things at once, though. The wounds, the tattoo, the eldritch speak. The wounds looked even worse than he thought without the layers of black fabric hiding them. Fleuve'ir's wavy ponytail, that ax wound must hurt like the void! Poor Wes... Then there was the tattoo he wasn't expecting, and it looked... well, it didn't look clean and tribal like the one on his arm and shoulder. Lastly, there was that witch demon tongue again. He'd meant to be more emphatic in insisting Wes be cared for first, despite Emi's claim to be able to do both, but honestly, the angel's brain was overwhelmed. A triple whammy to a man who had lost more blood than one should probably still be conscious through just skipped over that and onto something ballooning panic in his chest.

"That language from earlier today again! Is it a spell? I thought you didn't have any magic. Are you a witch, too, boss?" the bluette blurted, expression pensive and almost betrayed. There were so many questions he'd never gotten the chance to ask, like about his contract and the magic tattoo and how he passed out afterward, about the encantation-sounding words spoken before the attackers struck the lumber shipment. His boss showed literally no other signs of being a witch and generally operated like a human warrior other than the tattoo thing and the weird talk!

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Post by Emi Kazama Thu Dec 02, 2021 6:56 am




 

joker's always wild


but I just can't smile without you





"Ahahaha!" Emi laughed humorously at Wesley's criticizing joke after hearing the joke she made while stitching her graze wound on her arm. "Ya know, I kinda wish it was!" The former clown easily dismissed criticisms and had no problem laughing at her own expense. "Then I'd tell him: ..It was love at first  lance!" The thief breathed a soft, wistful tone from her lips that curved into an admiring smile so well, it was almost as if she were fawning over the man of her dreams. Emi then turned her attention over to him with his eyebrows narrowing whilst bearing a knowing smirk before placing a hand over her lips to stifle a giggle at her own pun that she made against his joke, but mostly just laughing at the fact that he had to comment about her joke as if she had intended to make him laugh. Yeah right. Didn't he realize that she was just making herself laugh so that she wouldn't feel the pain of her needle? Sometimes you just gotta make yourself laugh, especially given that screaming in pain at an inn in Eldritch territory sounded a little suspicious, at least with blood being involved. Still, she'd be lying if she didn't like that he teased her back.

“So you bribe a man to bed and just leave him hanging? Is that how you normally operate? Tease.”

"Hah! Got ya on the bed, didn't I?" The jade-haired thief in the tank top sweater shrugged her bare shoulders with a playful smirk at Wesley's humorous comment. So what if she was a tease? She got the end result she wanted, so she'd say it was a job fucking well done in her book. The narrowing of her eyes along with that daring smirk on her countenance was practically ready to shove him on the bed if he didn't take off his clothes or sit down in that moment. He can just try it; the chaotic, tough woman would carelessly not take his pain into consideration given that he seemed like he wasn't taking the thought of him bleeding to death into consideration either. Oh well. It's for his own good.

"How hot do you want it, Emi?"

Kiigan's half-lidded scarlet gaze into Emi's emerald eyes as his low voice flirtatiously teased her back caused the beginnings of a light rose color to tint her cheeks against her will, not being able to help that coy giggle and the adoring smile she wore at that smirk that tugged his lips. Unfortunately, the petite thief was far too caught off guard to come up with a reply, or maybe she was far too focused on that attractive smirk of his that she had never seen before.  The jade petite bit her lower lip to maintain a level of self-control and succumbed to the land of speechlessness while the cork popped out of the wine bottle and shot across the room, not daring to tear her green eyes away from that smirk on those tempting lips until she eventually lifted her gaze back on those scarlet orbs. For the trickster mage, Kiigan's flirtatious tease was well-played, and she admired that.

“I dunno what you’re playing at but can ya move it along? He’s lookin’ real pale.”

Before she parted her lips to say anything in response to Kii, if escaping from the land of speechless were to be a possibility, a whip of Emi's head caused her layered pale green hair to flick in the air when she gave Wesley a look with green eyes that flashed annoyance. Her facade slipped and she actually crinkled her nose as she was prepared to instantly retort, but her expression instantly changed to one of awe at Wesley's handsome body that she took a second to take in now that he was uncovered after he took off his shirt. As her eyes trailed over to the wounds though, the expression just as quickly returned to one of concern. "..Well, he wouldn't be if you just let me do you guys first or if you didn't take so damn long to get on the fucking bed!" The petite mage finally retorted in a huff, although her expression softened again with concern when he painfully began to peel off his pants. She was quietly noticing his curious tattoo when he had his back turned before blinking inquisitively upon hearing Wesley speak an intriguing, unfamiliar language that made Kii cough up the wine he was drinking. Emi glimpsed over Kii to ensure that he was okay then returned her attention over to Wesley again while she absent-mindedly rubbed the handsome bluette's bare back gently to help with the coughing. Although she smirked in amusement, she didn't remark on the witch comment. Not this time. "He's an otherworlder..!" She insightfully guessed rather enthusiastically in response to Kiigan while maintaining her fascinated gaze on Wesley, "..Aren't you?" Despite the inquiry, her tone was so full of aplomb that she wasn't really asking. She had given Wesley the benefit of the doubt on his choice of clothes due to many Vyldermireans finding otherworlder clothing interesting, including herself and Pomme; however, she hadn't heard that language in her travels. Still, she asked just in case she was wrong. After all, the comedic mage didn't know much about spells except the basics and her own.    

“There. Happy now?”

It was truly a wonder how Emi kept a smile on her face despite having every reason to roll her eyes at Wesley's comment given how long it took for him to finally listen and take his clothes off. Of course, she wasn't one to talk given how stubborn she was, but Emi found it easier to ignore that. "Hmm, now that you mention it...!" Emi mused while feigning a thoughtful smile on her lips that she pressed a finger to, pretending to consider if she truly was happy now.  Suddenly, the tough girl demonstrated her true strength and inner annoyance when she aggressively grabbed Wesley's knees and pulled his entire body to have him slide towards the side of the bed where Kii propped his leg up. Emi narrowed her eyebrows down at Wesley, drawing a smirk as if she had taken delight in engaging him with rough play, careless as to whether it hurt him in the process. "Why don't you ask me when I'm done?" Her tone darkened to her true sultry voice behind her facade.  Even if it sounded like an innuendo, it was actually far more innocuous in nature. She truly wouldn't be happy if she failed to help them in the end.

With a tug of her pockets, she pulled out a rope that almost seemed to last for a few feet before it finally ended. It wasn't long by much, but it was certainly long enough to tie one side of her hammock to a tree. Given that she was counting on sleeping in a sleeping bag, she only brought one rope in hopes of tying her tent or her food to a tree. It was with this rope, her only rope, that she tied both of the men's wounded legs together and easily made a tourniquet for both of them at the same time in hopes to stop the bleeding in their legs. That was the reason she had been waiting on Wesley. The pressure was bound to cause discomfort or pain for the both of them, but she'd rather that than allowing their serious wounds to bleed any longer. In a swift, fluid motion, she used the towels and the separate sponges and hotel bars of soap to wash each of their wounds using the water bottles in the buckets. After making a tourniquet with the towel for Kiigan's arm, she wrapped Wesley's torso with the towel and knotted it, expecting that added pressure to stop the bleeding. Kiigan's idea of packing the wounds with tampons was turning out to be a good idea.

"Thanks by the way, for backing me up out there.. I almost thought - " Emi began as she tamponed their bleeding and began to stitch their wounds, yet she faltered inexplicably for a moment with what almost sounded like a soft, nervous laugh before shrugging it off without any further explanation, "I don't think I would've made it out there if it weren't for you two.." She looked up into Kiigan's scarlet eyes sincerely, "I didn't expect either of you to do that.." She clarified as she glanced over at Wesley's blue eyes. "...Shit, Kiigan.. I think the bullet is still in there!" The tough thief blurted impulsively when she took a double-take at the shoulder wound and noticed the bullet lodged deep inside. Moment ruined.





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