Open [The Kelp Bar] Picking fights

[Philomena]

Oh, the parcel, the parcel. How obviously it gnawed at Minnie's heart! She glanced up at it, compulsively, but as seldom as she could impel herself to manage with. She had cleaned up the blood on the girl's face, and was staring at the snow on the girl's face - to call Minnie a knowledgeable nurse is to call a child with a doll a good mother. She frowned now, confusion in her face, looking at the pale red stain to the girls skin from the wine, at the twitching skin and rosy burn of the flesh around the snow //That's wrong, that must be wrong. Why didn't I pay more attention in the past? Do I wrap it up? Maybe I should wrap it up...//

With a dignity she did not feel, she drew a handkerchief from her sleeve, and scooped the snow off the girl's face, into it - her ragged-chewed nail caught at the corner of an scratch there, and set it oozing blood again. Then, she wrapped the handkerchief up and set it on the girl's face again. She frowned. It still seemed wrong. At a lack of other useful activity to commence upon, she dabbed at the wounds some more.

"Dr. Lefting..." she searched for a nominative for this boy who had asked not to be called child but given her no alternative, "...young man. A doctor of the literary sort, not the medical, I'm sorry. I... was just... trying to clean up her face. Putrefaction, I... if you do not clean wounds... I had a friend, who died from it." She looked at the boy straight backed, but with a blush in her cheeks now, "I will confess I don't know what I'm doing. I'm no healer. But this is what they do when we were girls and got knocked about, I think. If you 'ave some hidden knowledge on the subject, lad, you're welcome to share. I dinny come over just for my own pleasing, you know. And when the middy gets here, I'll be sure to let her take over."

She attempted a cold gaze, but managed only a furtive glance at the parcel and a blushing vulnerability.

[Daishira]

You can tell a few things about a person straight away from the first conversation you have with them. In terms of appearance, flesh not personality, Dr. Lefting was timid and what's more prevalent to the Kelvic is her odour. A strange mixture of violets and natural body odour created a new, unique smell that danced with Daishira's nose. He certainly won't forget her scent. The cold and rude manner of Dr. Lefting, to Daishira, was asserted to hide her insecurities, the main one being that he had her box. When she attempted the cold face again, she merely blushed, proving she was just as vulnerable mentally as Weylin was physically. She may be a kind person at heart, after all, she did clean up the wounds of the unconscious Drykas, or at least attempted to. In Daishira's eyes, trying was better than nothing at all.

Quickly, in his head, Daishira weighed the factors involved in the choice of giving the professor (as confirmed from the literacy teacher herself) and concluded it would be best to give her her box back. After all, the compulsive anxiety was written across her face so clearly anyone a mile away could read it without the aid of glasses and Daishira did not like toying with other people's prized possessions.

"Here, Doctor," he said, handing over the box with more care than before, careful to prevent further damage he may have caused with his careless behaviour with it beforehand, "My name is Daishira, by the way. If it helps, calling me a child actually wasn't that far off. I'm only three years old, Kelvics just mature at a really young age. Oh, sorry, didn't I say? I can also turn into a devastating wolf and tear you to shreds with just the tips of my claws."

Just because he respected other people's possessions, does not mean he couldn't find the fun in toying a little with their mental side as opposed to the material things in life. Of course, he did not mean it, but it would serve well in teaching her a quick lesson in attitude.

[Philomena]

HEr muscles twitched as the box was held out - she stopped herself from snatching it back, but even so, took it with a certain desperate relief, visible in the tremble of her fingers, and the relaxation around her eyes. She slid it inside her coat, then pulled it back out, indecisive, then put it in her bag, and latched it shut, testing the latch nervously. Perhaps it was this obsession with the book, perhaps it was simply a lack of belief at words that struck her as a boast (//If he meant them, why would he tell me? That's the sort of weapon one would keep in reserve, I'd think.//), or simply the general jadedness of living in the greatest, most cosmopolitan port in Mizahar, but one way or the other, she did not even react to the boy's comments.

She had little chance anyway, for at this point, a tall, square shouldered old woman, with a lined face and a hairy upper lip bumbled into the bar, nodded to the bartender, and was pointed toward the table.

"Dr. Lefting?" she shouted the name with a certain jovial concern, and a thick croak of an accent, "Not s'becoming for a Uni gal t'be 'aving bar fights is it!" She thumped toward the table in heavy hobnail boots, laughing a harsh, wet chuckle, "No, what is the business with this boy?"

Minnie, grateful, pointed to Weylin, "Girl, her friend, young master Dutch-earer, here tells me, Middie. IT'd be a favor to me, though if you might be lookin' after her." The change in her voice, still quiet, still nasal and wheedling, but now with the thickest cant of the low folk, is a jarring experience at best, btu if she is faking it, she does it very well.

"A paid favor, 'en, Dr. Lefting?" the old midwife winked.

"Paid! O' course, middie. I pay you for it ahead, a mickey silver, if its alright? But you know me, I were nursing 'er, and I dunno a bloody thing how she is."

The midwife moved forward to examine the girl.

[Weylin Quickshot]

NoteBecause of Philomena no longer being among us (You will be missed). There will now be a excerpt of waffle before sending the scene forward.

Groggy, tired, her head spinning. Weylin uttered a groan as she felt fingers prod and tend to her. Her brow creased as she felt cold hands tend to her swollen knuckles, a dab of water being padded against the black eye on the right of her face. It hurt to breath, her ribs feeling tender to the touch with light swelling covering them. Her back screamed out in pain, so much so that it snubbed the senses and prevented her from even thinking clearly. Weylin swallowed, a bright burning light filling her eyes a hum of voices filling her ears, the low beating of her pulse above it all. She felt weak, delirious mindset take hold. The people around her coming in and out of focus. Voices, no voices, movement, something about a parcel? It did not matter, for it seemed the person concerned left quickly afterwards. Leaving her alone with the gentle hands and the voice of another.
Daishira?
She was not sure, for the world quickly dipped back into darkness. For in the darkness there was nothing to worry about. If Weylin was moved in this time, then it was a mystery to her. But it was during her float in nothingness that whoever tended to her wrapped up her hands, covering up the bruising, who had helped in cleaning up the worst of the blood that covered her face, who had helped in trying to reduce the swelling on her body had done their work and left. And soon, it was only Weylin once more, alone with the voice of whoever spoke.

When Weylin did awake properly, her head still spun. She could feel the cold night air upon her, biting at her aches, and making her release a quiet groan. She could barely see in the gloom, dark shadows dancing before her eyes. Swirls of blacks and greys danced about, the wind racing around her. It made her feel awful to say the least. Standing, sitting, lying down, she was not quite sure, she was still coming too, her arms shaking as she tried to feebly reach out and grab something to hold onto. Anything would do.
“W… Whe…Where am…?” her voice croaked as she tried to adjust to her new surroundings. It was a hope that at least someone would answer her and give her an idea of her location, for simple words –even if they were of comfort- were the most reassuring to her right now.

[Daishira]

To Daishira's bewilderment, the professor, Minnie or whatever, fled the scene together with her 'friend' who briefly talked with her. That would've been fine usually, tolerable to him, but she was in the middle of treating his friend, Weylin, who had just been seriously injured in a fight. You just can't do that! That was the peak of her rudeness and it was so high, Daishira spat in the floor after her feet had touched them.

What to do... what to do...

Daishira wasn't completely sure how to approach the still unconscious Drykas. For a brief moment, he sat awkwardly staring at her as his mind accelerated his thought process. He concluded that the best thing to do for the meanwhile, was to get her out of this bar as soon as possible. Where he had not yet decided. So, with that, he stood up and with the utmost care for Weylin, he lifted her from the chair. Even though she was little, much shorter than he, she was still rather heavy. With a grunt, he held her almost like a groom holds a bride. The display however, was far less romantic thanks to the blood and bulges from her face and body.

Soon, Weylin would find herself laying in a makeshift mound of hay soft enough to cushion her back. Daishira covered her with his jacket and was therefore starting to freeze himself. What he was about to do was risky, but... He flung his clothes next to Weylin and rushed into his wolf form.

Ahhhhh... the warmth of my fur... So much better.

Daishira then stood guard beside Weylin, keeping his eyes, ears and nostrils wide open detecting any change of the surroundings, be it a shadow creeping in the corner, a rustle of leaves or the smell of some poor drunkard only just emerging out the Kelp Bar.

"W... Whe... Where am...?" a weak, croaking voice from behind him made out.

With an impressive response time, Daishira turned and analysed Weylin quickly. She was slowly regaining consciousness. Glad his friend was coming to, he licked Weylin's cheek to let her know he was there. He couldn't feel it, but his tail was wagging.

[Weylin Quickshot]

There was silence for a moment; no words were spoken as she was left momentarily lost in the darkness. She felt a fabric covering her as her mind came into focus, the smell of hay, the cold out the outside world just beyond this shelter. She could hear the gentle breathing of another, before a gentle lick fell against her cheek, the quiet beat of a tail in the air. Her fingers gently reached out and curled around the fur, feeling the strong form beneath it. She felt the lick against her cheek, the distinct feeling of warmth in the cold. For a moment she bleary eyed glanced up at the form that stood next to her, the shadow of a mighty wolf.

Quietly she turned her head to him, allowing her to get a better view of the creature. She gave a smile, her fingers tracing down to his snout before withdrawing. She was safe and sound, alone in the dark with her own guard watching over her.
“Hey there big guy,” she gave a whisper, followed by a small smirk.
She looked upon the eyes of Daishira, or at least as best she could in the dark before letting her own adjust to the gloom. He had obviously carried her here, a point he deemed safe and where he could protect her. Which must be a safe place indeed. Carefully the Drykas began to push herself up, arms aching and straining as she did. Her muscles hurt, but she was not about to let herself be rendered completely useless. Between winces she gave a smile to the Kelvic, brief signs of reassurance that despite her injuries she was fine.

When she finally managed to get herself sitting upright, his jacket wrapped around her she turned her attention to the wolf once more. She leaned forward and embraced him, although a sudden movement, she felt she had to. Her arms wrapped around him, her head burrowing into his side. It was a sign of thanks and gratitude. It would have been easy for him to leave her after all.
“I suppose this makes us equal now,” she gave a small laugh, before a sharp intake escaped her. Her body still ached, but in time it would heal and recover “Thank you.”

[Arcane]

Rewards and Treasure! Weylin : Experience Points +2 Brawling Lores Mistaken For a Boy Saved by Daishira Taking Revenge on the Brawler Le Phil : Experience Points +1 Medicine +1 Observation Lores Observing a Brawl (Weylin, Daishira and one random dude) Snow to Clot Wounds Daishira : Experience Points +1 Brawling Lores Saving Weylin in a Bar Brawl Weylin the Incorrigible Brawler In Conclusion PM me if you have any questions.