Closed Alcohol Tainted Blood [Eshe]

[Ollic Rimesage]

It was sad to hear that Eshe had lost the poem he had given her, but after thinking through a little and after being interrupted by the bulky man sitting beside him, Ollic knew that it was nothing too easy to replace. He could always make her a new one with more heart and better grammar.

Eshe’s inappropriate language startled him for a split second. He hadn't ever assumed for her to be such a person to use profanity. She definitely stood her ground, however, for the man who had been staring at her bosoms looked up at her a grimaced. His flinching expression quickly transformed into an eerie smile of grotesque heritage. What was he thinking of doing?

"I like women feisty,. I can just see you in my bed, little lady," he slurred, making rude hand gestures toward Eshe, making sure she could see.

"Those breasts don't need to be held in a shirt. Come on, baby." He started to make awkward thrusting motions with his groin, before Ollic's face flushed with anger, spreading down his neck.

"That isn't nice," Ollic scolded him, turning toward him so that they were face to face. The man must have been a few feet taller than him though, for their eye level wasn't met.

Ollic thought he recognized the man, but couldn't quite put his finger on where he had seen him from.

"Your intelligence is inconceivable dull if you think to speak to my friend in that manner," Ollic countered him, staring into his opponents eyes with ferocity. The alcohol in his body did its part to keep Ollic from running away or shutting down with anxiety.

Suddenly a connection was made with Ollic's nose. He fell back in his chair, landing hard on the floor beneath him. He quickly tried to get up, but the bearded man grabbed his collar, helping him in a way he wouldn't have preferred.

"What did you say, pretty boy?" The man growled into Ollic's face, now having red liquid spilling from his nose.

Ollic's eyes slit as he ground his teeth together before going for protecting his one and only friend from mean words and inappropriate gestures. He would save her even if she had caught another basic cold.

"I said you're petching stupid," he spat, blood that had dripped from his nose and into his mouth spitting into the man's waiting face.

Ollic closed his eyes, expecting the worst as the man shouted in rage. Ollic didn't know whether he was angry because of the comment he made or the blood that had been spat into his face. It didn't really matter.

The brute sent another fist into the Vantha's face, throwing him back into the wall behind him. Ollic hit the floor with so much momentum it was almost obvious that his head had issued a minor concussion. Hiis eyes crossed for a second until his vision cleared from the abrupt impact.

The man hovered over his body, seething with rage as he leant closer to his pathetic prey. Ollic tried to cover his face to stop the oncoming missiles of knuckles, but the predator simply pushed the few obstacles out of his way.

Slam! Another round to the face, only higher and more directed towards Ollic’s left eye. Smack! More pent-up fury was awarded to the Vantha's fair toned face, his lip splitting open, causing a wave of laughter from the other thugs that sat around their leader, watching the outbreak unfold.

Suddenly the brute thought of a different tactic, settling to end his fight with the puny peasant that lay on the ground before him with a set of kicks to the side and stomach.

By this time, Ollic had full recognition of who this man was. He was the muscular piece of rubbish that Ollic had run into on the day he had arrived in Lhavit. During their meeting, he had earned a bloody nose and a heavy run in fright away from the thug that looked as though he were about to rip out Ollic’s insides.

The Vantha started to cough up tiny pools of blood as he was being harmed, feeling pressure and pain erupt from inside of him. He wondered if his ribs were breaking, for he was absolutely sure that if his nose wasn’t broken from the day the two had originally met, it certainly was now.

He felt a warm, dizzying sensation blossom inside his head as shadows started to consume his outer peripheral vision. His eyes rolled around in his head as he was being punished for standing up for what he thought to be right.

He didn’t think he had made a bad decision, but the thug who was continuously grounding him into the floorboards beneath sure thought he did wrong by opposing him in such a ruthful manner.

Suddenly, the beatings stopped as the unruly beast was pulled away from Ollic aggressively, all the while the man shouting in defiance. The Vantha noticed that a few other tough looking males obviously not in union with the others that laughed around the room had broken up the fight, giving Ollic a breather from the punishment he had so rightfully deserved.

He felt close to passing out, his side burning as though it had been set on fire, his vision blurred by more than just blood; he knew his left eye must have been swelled to five times its original size.

And then he saw Eshe’s beautiful face, full of concern, worry and disgust for the person who had hurt her best friend.

Ollic so desperately wanted to replace her frown with a smile that held all of the sunlight in the sky, but his voice wouldn’t work and his mouth wouldn’t move to form the words he wished to tell her. His entire body protested at any movement he made, so he just lay there on the ground, in a heap as he waited for the darkness to let him rest in peace.

[Eshe Czardas]

Oh gods. Oh gods. This was embarassing. Eshe turned her head away, one hand trying to shield her face from him. She was blushing madly. This was so embarassing. And now Ollic was going to get involved. The alcohol was definitely getting to their heads. Ollic suddenly fell. Eshe's head shot up. Her eyes narrowed. Oh, he did not just do that. He didn't just punch Ollic. She could feel the rage bubbling up. People were watching now. She wouldn't just let him punch her friend. "Boys, stop it." "I said you're petching stupid." "Ollic!" She jumped on the man, her nails tearing into his flesh. Why was he hitting Ollic so much!? Her fingers dug into his thick neck, clawing desperately. It was a very feminine maneuver, but she was intent on causing as much pain as she could to the person who dared hit her best friend. Ollic was on the ground now, trying to defend himself. The fury in Eshe turned her world red, and she suddenly wished she wasn't wearing a skirt. She must look comical, a woman trying to fight someone twice her size. Her hands had just wrapped around the man's neck when she was pulled off of him and he was pulled away from Ollic. The damage was obvious. Eshe screamed curses at the man, her voice breaking from the feeling that just couldn't be named. It was simply too strong. "Let me go you petchers! He didn't deserve that! I'm going to kill him! Let me go!" She was mad. Her face contorted, looking similar to a snarling, wild animal. The people holding her back tightened their grip, although it wasn't needed. She wasn't the beefiest person around, only a stick of a girl. Didn't take much to keep her from going anywhere. Eshe kept lunging, eyes stormy and teeth bared. Something feral had replaced her. Eshe shrieked furiously, no longer intelligible words. They were more like a wolf's growl, a hawk's hunting cry. Mad was now an understatement. Ollic... Ollic! She couldn't even talk now, only think. Her arms slipped through the restraining grasp, and she scrambled over to her best friend. The girl picked up his head and cradled it, her whole body tense. He was so bloody... Gods, this wasn't going to be easy to fix. It looked internal. She wasn't a surgeon, she didn't even have any anesthetics! Eshe attempted to wipe away some of the red liquid covering his face and checked his breathing. He was still alive. She brushed hair out of his eyes, tears welling up. Petchin' men.

[Ollic Rimesage]

Secret :

Sorry if some of this doesn't make any sense. I was up half past one trying to sneak on and type this up for you!

He didn't know if it was the room or his consciousness that was growing dark, all he was able to make out was his hoarse breathing, ragged on every inhale and shuddering on every exhale. And then, as if an angel cascaded down to him from heaven, he saw a halo, followed by wispy, long blonde hair, and then desperate and annoyed filled eyes piercing with their blue stare down at his open wounds and sores.

As if that final blow to the head drew the curtains closed, Ollic couldn't remember anything besides the painful blows to the face he received, the man who had given himself revenge from Ollic's pitiful words was now replaced by a familiar lady Ollic knew all to well... Eshe.

Her face was contorted into a mask of malevolent hatred, her eyebrows pushed close together as she observed his body. Then, her gentle hands held his head in their comforting hold, having Ollic's good eye close slightly at the feeling of relief washed upon him like a lullaby's song floating into his ears.

Her nimble fingers caressed his face, brushing away the hair that stuck to his forehead with the sweat of fear, her sinful breathing of depression hitting against his cheeks, daring his heart to explode.

The thug who had harmed him through drunken rage was now being escorted out of the building, the owners yelling at him with strict words about law and the acts of justice they would give him if he continued past his initial warning. He was considered drunk, not fully aware of his actions, so the justice he was given made Ollic's subconscious mind angry.

The owners returned, a couple of pristine beauty, their colourful horns giving them the label of the wonderful god Leth's Ethaefel children.

Eshe still sat on the ground with Ollic's head in her lap, tears licking her lower eyelid as she touched near all of his battle injuries. She looked concern, Ollic noticed, his eyes open once again, as if she couldn't heal him to perfect health again.

"I'm sorry to say this," one of the owners spoke to Eshe, since Ollic was in no condition to think straight and comprehend any sort of conversation. "But your friend here was apart of the fight. We don't tolerate brawling here."


"We're going to have to ask you two to leave," said the other, stepping up next to her partner in hesitation as if Eshe would snap her neck at any given moment. "You were also apart of the fight, young lady."


Ollic, barely awake, his mind in a stupor, body near broken into pieces, stayed silent. It was up to his current guardian to make the decision on whether to leave or not.

All he wanted at this moment was to rest, but he sure hoped Eshe could make use of his personal medical supplies when they returned back to his apartment, because his entire self-being throbbed in agony. Including his heart.

[Eshe Czardas]

Eshe looked over at the two Ethaefal. Of course they'd have to leave. She examined the blood on her fingertips, unsure if it was the brute's or Ollic's. Probably a mix of both. She stood. Was she supposed to carry him back to his apartment? "Yes. We'll... We'll leave right away. Thank you." The girl leaned down and slid Ollic's arm around her shoulders, hoisting him up. Her own arm went around his ribcage, lifting him further. Gods, he was heavy. Or was it just that he had no muscle control? She managed to get out of the door and onto the streets without any incidents, starting back to the apartments. People cleared the way in front of them, from kindness or the deadly look she gave them, she didn't care. Nobody offered to help, and even if they had she would've denied it. Eshe fumbled with the key to Ollic's apartment, unlocked the door and palmed it open. Lazybones greeted her with a nuzzle to her ankles, and she set the unmoving man on his bed. She began removing his bloodied clothing, especially the vest, and setting it aside neatly. The girl sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, wincing. A nice bruise was blossoming along his side, which she ran her fingers over. That would hurt for a while. She tucked her hair behind her ears and checked the bones. Nothing seemed to be broken, but she wasn't a medical expert. Not even close. Eshe peeled off her blouse and skirt, making a disapproving noise. Those stains wouldn't come out easily. At least he was mostly unconscious, he couldn't really process anything. Now where did he keep the medicine...? She scoured the room, finding it. Was there anything she could use to make the pain go away? There was a bottle, and she picked it up and read the label. Rugberry Tea A warming tea made from berries from a dry-weather plant resembling a sort of rug. The tea relieves the chills and speeds up the body's natural healing process to combat bruising, scratches and internal aches and pains. It'd have to work. She wasn't sure how much to give him, if he was allergic, if overdosing on accident would kill him... Eshe moved back to Ollic's side and putting the bottle to his lips. "Ollic, I need you to drink this, okay? It'll help you heal. Work with me here." Even if he was unresponsive, she'd make him drink it. She tipped the bottle upwards and opened his mouth slightly, hoping that he wouldn't choke.

[Ollic Rimesage]

Upon the kind Ethaefal’s request, Eshe obligingly accepted in leaving his tavern. Her arms, slim and thin, went underneath Ollic’s shoulder blades, as she lifted him off the ground. He whimpered in protest as his feet were forced to make contact with the wooden floorboards.

He had no control over himself as he nearly lost his balance, tumbling onto Eshe’s left shoulder. She heaved a grunt, trying her best to balance her friend upon her hip, the hand that wasn’t underneath his arm, struggling to maintain itself across his bruising ribcage, another moan escaping from Ollic’s pale pink lips in protest.

They stumbled out the front door, eyes latched onto the two as they were met by illuminated street lamps and buildings. A small crowd of people stepped out of the way as Eshe trampled through them with a glare full of blazing inferno. She definitely wasn’t in the mood for help and she showed it with great triumph.

Once they had reached the apartment, passing through the doors with mild ease, the only thing that was in the way of them and Ollic’s apartment was the stairs leading up to it.

The Vantha wobbled from drunken effects as well as from pain, his mind twirling around inside of his head like a ballerina during a dance show. His sense of direction was off, thinking up was down and down was up as he took a step “up” with his limp leg and nearly ended them both as he barely fell.

However, thankfully Eshe caught him as she continued to traipse up the stairs, hoisting her partner onto the next set of steps, small snores and whimpers coming from the man she carried.

Finally they had accomplished the most challenging task in Ollic’s favour, for Eshe still had to rummage into his pocket and find the key to put into his apartment door’s key slot. She also had to figure out how to patch up her best friend with such a novice skill level in the arts of medicine.

Ollic believed in her, he just hoped Eshe believed in herself to make him feel better.

Now they were at his door, somehow from her crystal clear memory she had found it. She did as Ollic’s lazy mind had predicted, scrounging inside his pant pockets for his key. Hardly able to speak, he didn’t say that she was looking in the wrong place. Eventually she moved up to his bloody vest breast pocket to retrieve the needed utensil, sticking it into the key hole and thrusting the door open to reveal his small, but substantial room.

Ollic soon became one with the bed, his body crashing into the soft cushion it provided as Eshe managed to regain her breath before being bombarded with licks from her pet cat, Lazybones.

She came over to his bed side and started to unbutton his vest, removing the bloodied fabric with a contorted face of discomfort. He ached to see her so concerned about his state of health and he wished with all his heart to flip her frown back into the smile it should be.

Once his vest had been taken off, the white cotton shirt that lay underneath it was exposed, only the collar part of it bled from the red fluid that flowed out from his body.

Eshe’s fingertips prodded gently at his chest, checking his ribcage for any signs of breakage or severe damage. He, himself wasn’t even certain that he hadn’t fractured a few rib bones, but his personal medical feedback wasn’t as clear as it normally was, so he refrained from giving her any of his observations.

He had only closed his eyes for what felt like a few seconds before he saw that Eshe was no longer still standing by his side, but after turning his head to search the room, she had been repositioned near his bedside table, the top of her body wearing barely any clothing.

She had taken off her blouse and her skirt, her elegant figure in nothing but undergarments as she concentrated intently on her clothes of which were dyed with a maroon colour. Had she been bleeding as well?

Ollic’s brain was sent into a wave, his mind on overload as he glanced with blurry eyes at Eshe. Her body was indeed like that of a dancer’s. She was tall, yet properly proportioned throughout. Her hair had been tucked behind her ears, framing her face in a way that should be done more often, he thought. She surly wasn’t recognizable from the little girl he had known some decade ago.

He let her do what she thought was right, as she hunted in both his preserving kit and medical toolbox, her delicate pale fingers pulling out a bottle of odd coloured liquid. He was done looking over his friend’s appearance; there were more serious things at hand and he didn’t feel right about thinking the things he had thought only seconds ago.

He felt ashamed for observing her the way he did. They were simply best friends, nothing more and nothing less. He didn’t even know what Eshe thought of him as. Ollic was thankful that she couldn’t read his mind, or else he would be in definite shyke.

His eyes of which were only open to reveal a slit of pupil and iris, saw what the label read as she read it to herself. Rugberry tea. So she had found it!

Her comforting presence floated next to Ollic again, the bottle of tea close to his cut lips. She was insisting that he drink some to help with his aches and pains, having his healing process speed up as an addition. He greedily sipped from the bottle, the medicine going down his throat with a burning sensation. The taste wasn’t too bad, but after all the drinks he had, it made him near close to vomiting.

He slipped his hand into Eshe’s free one, giving it as tight of a squeeze his frail body could muster as his left eye had finally swollen shut. And then he threw up. All over his white cotton shirt, the only shirt he still had on; all over the bed and all over the container that held the tea that had still been placed against his mouth.

Another whimper and another moan as he tried to whisper out an apology. The only thing that made it through his foul smelling breath was an everlasting “s” sound, followed by a poorly enunciated “r”.

He tried to move the hand that wasn’t still clasped in Eshe’s to strip himself from his messy shirt, but only managed to lift the bottom hem up over his belly button before a sharp pain erupted from with in-between one of his rib cavities.

A heated sign seethed out from in between Ollic’s two front teeth as he tried to calm himself, his heart rapidly beating from the anxiety that overcame him. Why was he hurting so badly? Was he so ill that he wouldn’t be able to heal as quickly as he thought? Would he suffer from a physical abnormality once he had finished recovering?

He was often the one in the room who always took things in a very sensitive way. A little paper cut could be overdramatized as he envisioned the worst about what could become of it. Being a doctor didn’t really help this fear, for it added even more optional disorders of diseases to the list, but he still liked what he did.

He felt better after he had thrown up, but other than the nagging headache that had been fixed, his entire body still ached and throbbed from being abused and overused.

He just wanted to rest, but he liked being with Eshe. He liked seeing her work, picking up on the things he did for future reference in case he was ever needed to perform a procedure onto someone who had been in a severe brawling accident.

He just wanted to rest… but he wanted to stay awake, because being with people you cared about was much better than personal health.

[Eshe Czardas]

Eshe squeezed Ollic's hand as gently as he had hers, trying to comfort him. He had managed to down the tea without thro- ...Nevermind. The girl yelped and jumped back as the foul-smelling, half-digested mass spilled over her hands and his shirt. That was disgusting. "...It's okay, Ollic. But that won't come out of your shirt. Speaking of which, that needs to come off. I'm sorry, but you'll need to get a new one." She proceeded to somehow pull off the vomit-soaked article of clothing, wincing. Gently removing his hand, Eshe set the shirt down. Lazybones wouldn't go anywhere near it, but she wasn't sure about Hokato. She should be smart enough to keep away. The girl stroked Ollic's hair, trying to calm him. His heart was beating frantically, and his breathing was rapid. Eshe felt like she could do no more, but she tried anyways. His face was all cut up, and she went to hunt through his medical supplies for anything that would help stop healing. Small bandages would work, and ointment would be fabulous. Instead, she found another tea. Lillian Root, and it was supposed to help calm the nerves and soothe anxiety. Eshe set it aside and grabbed the bandages, a pair of shears, some adhesive and the tea. She cut the bandages as she walked back to Ollic, making them small strips. The girl had snipped some bandages into small strips, wide enough to cover the wounds but not too large. She wouldn't have to cover his head. Eshe applied the adhesive and pressed the cloth over the source of the bleeding. When she had covered most of the cuts, she held the tea so that Ollic could see it. "Ollic? Do you think you can drink this? It's supposed to help you calm down. Just give me a nod or shake your head." He needed to get something in him, water at best. He needed to hydrate. OOCAnd suddenly... Band-Aids! She made Band-Aids! Or something.

[Ollic Rimesage]

Her hands were covered in his previously digested food as she squealed at the feeling. How grotesque, he thought feeling a small subconscious blush crawling up his neck and resting on his cheeks.

Taking a hesitant step toward his bed again, Eshe began to remove him of his now filthy white cotton shirt. He didn’t know if the stain would come out or not. Partial blood had come up with it from his bloody nose. His tongue was also a reasonable source of the red liquid, for he had bitten it when he was punched and did not doubt it to be severed on the side.

Now Ollic felt the cold stagnant air that touched his vulnerable chest. He strained his neck to look down at his ribcage only to be welcomed by a searing pain that ripple up the side of his neck. A large bruise of violet and green in colour had formed near the right side of his stomach, stretching up to his breast on the same side.

Eshe left his hand as she retrieved a small bottle of Lillian root tea. That was the special medicine that he used when he was near a panic attack. It helped him to lessen his anxiety and calm his heart. He might have been nervous about the possible issues he would have if his battle wounds were worse than they appeared, but would drinking this really help him get better?

He took the mouth of the bottle in-between his two front teeth and sucked down the contents, managing to keep the medicine in his stomach as he felt the nutrients flow throughout his veins and arteries.

She had bandaged his wounds, her fingers trailing over his skin, giving him goose flesh. The electric sensation was back from when they had first met in the Catholicon just the other day. It felt good, but it also reminded him of terrible things.

Ollic’s breathing had slowed to a neutral pace as he continued to watch Eshe work. She wrapped a piece of gauze around his cuts, stuffing his nose to keep it from spilling out streams of red platelets. She rubbed ointment on his eye and his bruises and then she looked into his eyes.

He didn’t want to be in pain; he wished he wasn’t bed stricken and hurt the way he was. He wished he could get up and go somewhere will his best friend without having a broken nose or a black eye. He probably looked appalling, yet Eshe remained unphased and heart broken.

Had he caused such a scene to cause such a terrible accident to overcome him? Had he stood up to help his friend out from being hit on by a perverted man? What had gotten into him?

Was Eshe good for him or was she a distraction?

Ollic tried turning on his side, grimacing through the pain that sprouted black shadows across his visional perception. He saw Eshe’s body, her graceful looking arms, her thin stomach and then her face, eyes like the sea during a winter storm.

What was he going to say? Was he going to tell her that he was affecting him and his emotional problems? That she was a problem for him in his stressful life? Was she really bad for him or was he overthinking himself with his head still pounding and his chest in an inferno?

“Eshe,” he whispered, sounding completely unlike himself. “I’m sorry, but…” and then he fell asleep, Nysel coming to take him away and into the slumber of the night he was on the borderline he was crawling across.

What would happen from here? Would Eshe be here when he woke? Would she have left and have gone on without him? He couldn’t bear to see her in anymore pain, so he simply accepted Nysel’s gift of dreams and went with the flow.

[Eshe Czardas]

Eshe gently patted Ollic's shoulder. He was trying to say something. Was he... Apologizing? The pain must've gotten to his head. "Shh, shh. It's okay. Don't try to talk, Ollie." He couldn't even finish his sentence. He'd been swept into Nysel's realm. The girl smiled sadly. She figured his pain was her fault. Slipping her hand into his limp one, Eshe laid down beside Ollic. He was her best friend. It didn't matter that she was clothed in only undergarments. He wouldn't dare do anything, and even then he was unconscious, or asleep. She curled up, holding Ollic's hand tightly. "Sleep well."

[Elysium]

Ollic Rimesage

Experience
Brawling +1
Intimidation +1
Socialization +3
Observation +2

Lore
Lazybones the Squash Cat
Lhavit: The Scholar's Demise
How to Recall Lost Memories
Brawling: Getting the Tar Beaten Out of You
How to Vomit Upon Oneself

Eshe Czardas

Experience
Brawling +2
Medicine +2
Socialization +3
Observation +1

Lore
Hokato the Ivaski
Lhavit: The Scholar's Demise
How to Recall Lost Memories
Brawling: Jumping Into the Fray
How to Get Kicked Out Of a Bar
Medicine: Treating Abrasions

Notes
How entertaining! Poor Ollic. Does he always have to get beaten up? I think Eshe handled it rather well, all things considered. Note that the owners of the Demise aren't both Lethaefal - only Aleah is, while Roric is Synaborn. Otherwise, good work you two!