He regretted mentioning the hospital as he watched Fisher, for lack of better words, freak out. Sahar didn't think he would be so afraid of hospitals...But perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. After hesitating Fisher finally reached for him. He grabbed the other man's hands and immediately pulled with all his might, delighted and surprised when he felt the redhead moving with him. His delight didn't last for long as he felt himself tip back, unable to keep from stumbling into the bookshelf behind him.
"Ouch!" Sahar hissed, wincing as a few books fell off the shelf. Whoops. He didn't worry about the books for long, though, more concerned with Fisher. "You are out! Are you alright?" A part of him still thought they should go to the hospital, but he planned on keeping his word. He wasn't a doctor and he still didn't know what race the redhead was so he couldn't do much more than look after him.
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>>>>> I have: $690.25 //I love: no one //I am: Relieved. <<<<<
[[Ooc: It's cool we all have bad posts and the others have been really good actually biggrin]]
whiters4
Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 12:36 am
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Whyxamx Ixsoxhungry...?
Xiomara wasn't a social person. Nor was he much of a bookworm. But since his return from his week-long vacation with Sage, the Gashadokuro has felt rather restless. Usually he was always occupied with work. He had to protect his client, constantly be alert. Watch for danger. But this time his job description had changed. He was now some sort of assistant for Sage Tsurumaru. The job wasn't too difficult and after a while he was able to adapt to the change in lifestyle. But Sage only called when he needed assistance, and that wasn't often. So more often than not, Xiomara was left to his own devices. And since he had a lot of free time on his hands, he'd turned to books as a way to fill the void between calls. There was something so relaxing about reading. He could do it anywhere. There was an endless source of books. And he could stop what he was doing at a moment's notice to work. It was very.. Convenient. Lately he had taken to reading volumes of fashion. He absorbed the information within the covers, committing everything he could to memory. Knowledge was power. And the more he knew, the more useful he could be to Sage. This sudden interest in books explained Xiomara's appearance in Soleil's large library. He had arrived early with a small list of recommendations and had settled down to read. He was hidden from view by a small shelf of books and kept his attention solely focused on the task at hand. Memorising everything he could about fashion. He was content to just sit there reading until the library closed, or Sage needed him. Or until his hunger grew too strong and he needed to eat. But his attention wavered when someone's mention of Sage's name reached his ears. Someone knew his employer?
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Xiomara wasn't an emotional person. He only took interest in food and whatever his employer paid him to be interested in. But when he listened closer, he found out that one of the men on the other side of the shelf was Sage's brother. His curiosity stirred like an incessant pressure in his stomach. The blue haired male continued listening with interest, soon figuring out what had happened. A man called Fisher, who also happened to be the brother of his boss, had gotten himself stuck in a wall. And an unknown male was trying to help him. Neither knew Sage's number and after a few minutes it appeared that Fisher had been pulled out of the wall. There was a thump against the shelves beside him and he instinctively pressed up against it to stop it from falling over. No longer interested in his book, Xiomara stood and wandered over to the duo. His nostrils flared slightly with disgust at the scent of blood plaguing the air. His eyes quickly assessed the situation and he sighed. He should probably help. But why should he? He didn't know either man. He wasn't being paid for this. He didn't care. But suddenly a thought struck the Gashadokuro. If he helped Fisher, maybe Sage would repay him with food? Unable to pass up the offer of a free meal, especially on an empty stomach, Xiomara knelt beside the duo and took out his phone. He called Sage's number silently, waiting for him to answer. He wanted Sage's permission before doing anything. While he waited, Xo felt no need to talk to either male before him and just sat there wearing his usual stoic expression. Even as his stomach rumbled. He was so hungry. "Sage?" He asked, unable to tell if his employer had answered. He was terrible with technology. Depending on what Sage said, if he answered, Xiomara would be able to apply basic first aid to Fisher's injuries. His training allowed him that much, but he would prefer not to. He hated touching people and being near blood.
MayxIx havexaxbite...?
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『〖❝I Am Machine ◈ A Part Of Me ◈ Wishes I Could Just F E E L Something❞〗 』
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Fisher felt like his midsection was being crushed between two collapsing forces as his body tottered one way, a string of saliva and blood dripping off his chin before he suddenly slithered out of the wall and landed nearly face first on the frigid white speckled tiles of the library floor. He could only cough up streams of vomit and stomac acid, rolling the opposite way of the puddle and flopping onto his back as he wheezed. He clothes had ripped in places, but that was the least of his worries compared to the narrow gash traveling the length of skin just below his umbilicus and entirely around his body. He could feel an open wound there, but without feeling how much it hurt, only groaned as he lifted his head to prod at the open flesh with his fingers. Was he alright? "I'm alive...thank you." His head thunked back to the floor with no further fuss.
The various shades of grey that had been stealing his vision was suddenly streamed over with finger like appendages, each spindly strech of gooey white whisps stretching further over each cornea as he vainly blinked them back. "I'm sorry. Im really sorry." The shorter male sniffled pitifully, leaning on his casted arm as he tried to sit up in search for his glasses. He needed those before too long, or he'd regret it later. Grunting quietly as he sat up entirely, he was startled and fell away from the blue haired pale skinned male suddenly squatting down nearby. He knew who he was, but he wasn't the biggest fan. If he was here, then was his brother?! Shuffling closer to Sahar as Xo spoke his sibling's name, he sniffled heavily and frowned. No, it was just a phone call. The mushi glanced at the half dijin. "M-Maybe you should go..."
Another hiss left Sahar as he took in Fisher's state. The gash didn't seem deep, but that didn't mean he wasn't badly injured. They really needed to call someone..."I am sorry, I wish I could have done something sooner." He apologized, unable to tear his gaze away from Fisher's wound. What was he supposed to do?
"Do not apologize. Just-just try to sit still." He looked pale, he definitely wasn't in any state to move around. Despite his urging the smaller male sat up to search for something. Oh, right, he had glasses before...Sahar spotted them not far away and picked them up, jumping at the appearance of a blue haired man.
"Er, I know this looks bad, but please do not call an ambulance!" He pleaded quickly, not wanting the mushi to get worked up again. It didn't seem he had anything to worry about, though, the man seemed to know Fisher's brother. Sahar looked back at the redhead to see he had moved closer to him.
"You should not be moving. Will this man be able to help you?" He frowned slipping the glasses onto Fisher's face before glancing at the gash again. Sahar didn't want to leave him without knowing if he would be okay...
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>>>>> I have: $690.25 //I love: no one //I am: worried. <<<<<
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χɩoɱɑʀɑxʙɑɳє
Whyxamx Ixsoxhungry...?
The starving 'secretary' blatantly ignored the men accompanying him, in favour of listening for a response. Was the phone even switched on? Before he could pull the device away from his ear to check, a familiar voice answered his tentative call. An expression that could faintly resemble relief quickly passed over Xiomara's pale features, although it disappeared almost as suddenly as it had come. He was quick to explain the situation in a calm, almost detached manner. He stated only the facts he knew and paused patiently when a strange sound emanated from his cellular device. Was it broken? It took the male longer than what it should have to figure out that the strange sound had come from Sage. He was laughing almost breathlessly, as if something amused him. Was Fisher's current predicament humorous? He couldn't honestly recall hearing the designer make such a sound before. It was unusual. However he listened closely to the mushi's responses and abruptly hung up when there was nothing left to discuss. He had his orders. Although taking a picture seemed a little far fetched, since the redhead was no longer stuck. Just injured. Xiomara slipped his phone into a pocket and stared at the men before him, neither of whom he knew well at all. He had been told to escort both men to Sage's residence in Lumiere. If he did that simple task, then he would be rewarded with food. That was the only bright side to this miserable situation. Because now he not only had to try and fix Fisher, he had to transport the injured male and his tanned companion as well. This was a situation that he really did not want to be in. So he could only hope that there would be an abundance of food waiting for him when he got there... An unknown voice cut through his thoughts and he shifted his attention to the half dijin. He should probably ask for a name, but he didn't see the need. Xo gazed at the stranger with a blank expression, his head tilting to the side as if he was struggling to comprehend his words. Finally, he spoke. "I have seen worse." He admitted flatly. He wasn't boasting or being competitive. He was just stating a fact, although the corners of his lips almost seemed to twitch slightly with amusement at the stranger's next words. He looked down at Fisher's open wound and answered for him. "I am capable, yes. However my employer requests your presence at his home, as well." Blue eyes the colour of ice seemed to narrow as they assessed the damage done to the body before him. It was obvious from the way he moved and acted that Fisher couldn't feel pain. Or if he did, it wasn't on the same level as everyone else, which would make things a little easier in a way.
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A narrow gash that circled Fisher's waist. It didn't appear to be deep, or to have caused any damage to the organs within. The blood didn't seem to be squirting out of the laceration, so it was likely that an artery had not been hit. However there was still the possibility of internal bleeding they had to consider. It was best to proceed with caution. Xiomara felt around his jacket for a needle and some thread. He had wanted an insider's perspective into the fashion industry and chose to try and make an item of clothing himself, to try and understand what goes through the mind of most designers. Unfortunately he hadn't yet had the chance to use it, and he was left carrying around a whole roll of thread and a needle, which were useless in most situations. Although they seemed quite handy in this one. The Gashadokuro was determined to get his food. He would lightly work on the wound, just enough to close the area across Fisher's front. That would reduce the risk of tearing it, and allow him to carry the male home without worrying too much about jostling the injury. He would finish the rest later. "Make sure he lies still. Flat on his back. Knees bent. I'll be quick. Tell me if there is any change in his condition." Xiomara instructed, failing to mention exactly how many times before, he has had to do this very thing. Nine. Nine bodies he's had to stitch together. Had he been able to stand the memories that came with such an experience, Xo might have contemplated becoming a doctor. But he preferred the activity of being a bodyguard. It gave him something to do during those weeks where he couldn't sleep at all. He always had a purpose. "I will close the wound over your stomach area and take you home before finishing the rest. Do not be alarmed if you see my form change. I will not harm you." The male explained calmly, his features as stoic as ever. He thread the white cotton string through the eye of the needle, preparing to begin the task despite any reservations from either patient or stranger. He didn't care what they thought. He just wanted this job over and done with. There better be a ******** banquet waiting for me.. He thought bitterly, closing his eyes and inhaling slowly in an attempt to settle himself before he started.
MayxIx havexaxbite...?
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SoujiAtsumi
whiters4
[] OOC: Sorry for the awkward response. It's been a while since I've role played with more than one person. ^^" []
Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2016 1:52 pm
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Fisher's twin had introduced Xiomara before, but the redhead had trouble rembering his name regardless. It wasn't a name he'd heard before, at all, he believed, and it was nerve wracking to feel loomed over by such a stoic figure. Letting his eyes dart elsewhere and land on Sahar, he laughed uneasily and shook his head. "It's okay, you didn't know." Neither of them did! Getting stuck in a wall wasn't something you'd expect to happen to you, nor something you'd expect to stumble upon at any point ever. Coming to notice it now, Sahar didn't look so good himself. It could likely be shock, understandably. "A-Are you okay?"
Eyes flickering over to Xo as the knealing male connected to his sibling, he carefully considered which of his mixed feelings to act on. Sage was reliable, but his menthods were questionable at times, particularly when it came to his relatives. Fisher hesitated as he was told to sit still by the dijin, his hand covering his nose as it bled. It wasn't hard to see he had no choice but to go along with whatever was decided for him here, or take back his request not to go to a hospital. Which fear was worse? The mushi sighed in defeat as Xo hung up the phone; his brother's word was practically law. He trusted Sage, he did, but his brother often got carried away. He didn't need to ask what the ethereal male had told his employee, it was likely a command to get him home quickly.
Sahar wanted to know if he'd be okay with the other male, and before Fisher would answer, Xo calmly assured him he did. It wasn't like Fisher would know whether he was in capable hands, he had only met the bluenette in passing a couple weeks ago. Besides, he wondered if he could reason with the expressionless man, or if the man was one to follow orders without question. "S-Sahar doesn't have to come." He attempted pensively, swallowing a coagulated lump of body fluid that remained in his mouth and throat. "I'll be okay with him, Sahar." Again, Sage was often questionable, and while it wasn't likely he wanted anything specific with the dijin, Fisher though it better not to impose anymore trouble on his rescuer.
And um...what was that Xo was taking out of his pocket? It looked big, though not so large that it wasn't hidden within the male's palm. He didn't possibly think he should try and treat him here, right in the open did he?! The mushi cringed away from the needle and thread, his eyes becoming wider as Xo explained his plan. See him up with that?! It was rudementary at best, and he was going to push that through his stomach?! One hand covered the area in question, his head quickly shaking before he felt his glasses plop over his eyes. "I don't think that's a good idea. N-No way." It wasn't like he was getting far when it looked like he was almost ripped in half- but this?! "Can't we just, I don't know- b-bandage it? That should be fine too." He spoke a little faster than the moment just before, contemplating escape as Xo threaded the needle anyway. It wouldn't hurt but it was scary, and probably dangerous!
Was he okay? The question caught Sahar off guard and he blinked at Fisher for a moment. For some reason, he felt like laughing at his question, but he held it in. Was this what shock felt like? "I, um, do not know." He admitted with a somewhat strained smile. He felt sick when he thought about it and he wasn't sure his legs would hold his weight right now, he didn't really care either. Right now Fisher was more important and he felt a lot better focusing on the other male instead.
The redhead was looking worse by the minute too. Even if he couldn't feel pain, that didn't mean that Fisher could keep pushing himself. If they couldn't go to the hospital he should at least listen to them! Sahar could only take the stranger's word as truth. If he had seen worse then he'd be able to handle this better than the two of them.
He felt uneasy about leaving Fisher still, this guy only seemed interested in following orders, so he wouldn't oppose following them to Sage's house. "I want to make sure you are okay and I want to apologize to your brother as well. I do not have anything to do today, so..." Fisher might not be in this state if the Djinn hadn't scared him, he still felt guilty about not being able to help him sooner. Sage had to be so worried about his brother right now...
Sahar's stomach churned uneasily as the stranger pulled out a needle and thread from his coat. Why on earth did he have something like that and more importantly was he really going to sew Fisher up? Just because he couldn't feel pain it didn't mean that wouldn't be uncomfortable. He could understand the redhead's unease, but they didn't have much else at their disposal...
"Fisher, there is not anything we can use as bandages. It is only a temporary fix, once he gets you to your brother's house we can disinfect the wound properly." Sahar tried to ease his worries as he gently but firmly shifted the injured mushi as the stranger directed him. It didn't seem like he cared if his patient was calm or not, but it would be better for them all if Fisher sat still. "Please, just sit still. If we continue like this you might get worse, it is best to get it over with as fast as possible."
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>>>>> I have: $690.25 //I love: no one //I am: worried. <<<<<
It wasn't very often Shion found the need to go to the library, but for whatever reason she was hungering for some books. She didn't know if it was the change of scenery, or the longing for something familiar, but she realized that sometimes it was nice to get away. Regardless, the library wasn't exactly the best place to go, but it was calm and quiet. As Shion walked inside, the smells of old books hit her nose, and she smiled softly at the comforting scent. "It's so nice to be around books again..." she said to herself, scanning the mostly empty library for a good spot to start searching for a nice book to read. The aisles were long and winding, and part of Shion wondered if she could get lost in them. To be honest, she was so ditzy sometimes she probably could, although she was quite lucky that it was a purple hair day. Those tended to be the most well-rounded, normal kinds of days, although god forbid she'd start the transition into pink hair, gah!
Shion almost shivered, walking through the tall bookcases and searching for something to read. There were many different kinds of books there, some old and cracked, some brand new, but the kinds Shion was looking for just were not producing themselves. Of course, dystopian novels were hard to come by, or at least the good ones were, but hopefully she'd find at least something good. Still, as she perused the shelves, she noticed a flash of blonde to the side, and she turned to look, smiling gently at the girl on the other end of the aisle. "Excuse me!" She exclaimed, waving slightly, "do you think you could help me find a book?"
Ashlee was in desperate need of some ready material. She decided she had to go to the library. She walked to the library which was a good 30 minute walk but it helped her clear her mind and think of what she wanted.She smiled and waved to the librarian as she knew her as she walked in. She was in the aisles looking for a good book that she could get into, when she heard the girl with purple hair ask her about books. She smiled looking at her. "Depends, what kind of books you looking for?" she questioned"By the way I love your hair!"she said happily looking over at the girl.
Shion smiled as she receieved an answer, glad that somebody could help her. "I was looking for something a little dystopian? Like, corrupt governments and stuff. That sort of thing." The girl took another once over of the shelves, looking for anything familiar, maybe even 'Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sleep?' which was her personal favorite. At the compliment of her hair, Shion grinned, touching it lightly. "Thank you so much! It just kinda happens though, I can't control it at all." She laughed nervously, unsure why she let out the tidit of information. Maybe it was because of the purple hair day, often she was more honest and intelligent then, but who knows. Still, that was a different subject, she was trying to look for a good book!
Ashlee smiled, "Hmmm, maybe I could help you try to find one, are you into newer ones or older ones?" she asked smiling, looking around and then she stopped and turned to the girl. "Really? It just changes?" she asked happily.
❝ I'm 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓷𝒆𝓭 in the 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝒆𝓼𝓼... and I cannot 𝓔𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓹𝒆. 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝒆𝓸𝓷𝒆 please, ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ... ❞
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Ⓟᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Ⓘɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ?: ◤ ❀ Kitsuna Rose ❀ Twenty (20) ❀ 5'4" ❀ 125 lbs ❀ ◢ ◤ ❀ Straight ❀ Single ❀ 1321 Ombre Housing District ❀ ◢
Ⓛᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ?: ◤ ❀ (Library) ❀ ◢
Ⓜᴏᴏᴅ?: ◤ ❀ (Feeling calm) ❀ ◢
Ⓒᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ?: ◤ ❀ (N/A) ❀ ◢
Ⓗɪʀᴇᴅ Ⓐs?: ◤ ❀ (N/A) ❀ ◢
Ⓑᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ?: ◤ ❀ $1,000 ❀ ◢
Ⓐɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ Ⓔxᴛʀᴀ?: ◤ ❀ (Extra points here) ❀ ◢
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Kitsuna had lingered at the doorway for a while, afraid of going in because there were so many people going in and out. She finally managed to find some courage, even if it was just a little bit, to go inside. She was shocked, this place was amazing. She had never had seen so many books. She loved reading. She felt that reading was what saved her from going crazy as a child. She would lock herself away at times, when the village children would pick on her, and read. It took her away from the life she had, in part she became the heroine or hero as she read the book.
She walked up to one of the shelves and pulled a book down. "No way they have this book in mint condition and if I am not mistaken this looks to be a first edition." What she would not give to have a mint condition first edition in her collection. She was really into fantasy especially the older stories. She also like history and non-fiction. She looked around to make sure no one was around before she removed her hat and brushed some hair out of her eyes. Seeing this many books made her smile and it had been a long time since she had smiled. She began to move through the isles of books, almost like she was dancing, trying to pick out a few that she could read in the library. She even began to hum to herself quietly, something she only use to do when she was a child, when her and her mother would clean or cook.
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"I must 𝐒𝓾𝓻𝓻𝒆𝓷𝓭𝒆𝓻 myself to the 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝒆𝓼𝓼, as it 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 my 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝒆. I can't take anymore of this...
Why do I miss someone I never met? With bated breath I lay.
And so it was.... another beautiful day. She had excused herself for a few months, too embarrassed to step out into the city after the unfortunate way things went at the New Year's festival. Perhaps it was for the best, anyway. Mr. Bargar came into town and she was able to talk with him for a while. He gave her a few suggestions and told her that what happened was sometimes the way things went. It had been too soon, she told herself, to pin her hopes on someone she met. Unfortunate as it had been, there wasn't much she could do about it now.
She returned to the land of the living, a new token in her possession, and a temperamental steed now her ally. The beast was terrifying and she barely saw any occasion for its use. At present, the only thing she could think of summoning Wanetta for was to intimidate others and scare them away from her home or away from her. ... Though, it was also rather hard to think of anything capable of hur- Okay, that was untrue. She could be hurt. But... she was pretty sure that she couldn't be killed. Why was she drifting over these thoughts?
She took a breath to cleanse her mind. She then stepped through the aisles of books and began to focus on the books. Her fingers hovered over the titles as she wandered through the fiction section in search of mythology and legends... but she was searching for a fairly narrow section of information. If it was here, anyway.
Still... her mind returned as her eyes absently scanned the words on the spines of the library's books. Would it have amounted to something? Why did it feel so cold that day? She sighed again and pressed her fingers to her head. Why did she return to this thought? She was here to pick up a book and leave. Just keep it simple.
Zoe focused on the words and renewed her search. After a point, she finally stopped and pulled a tome from the shelves. She glanced at the back and read through the description that was written there. Satisfied, she drifted to the main desk and went through the process of checking out the book. She wouldn't try to talk to anyone or interrupt active conversations. After that, she would soon exit the building with a book borrowed from the library.
And all the poetry in the world finally makes sense to me. Sometimes a dream turns into a dream.
