“Oh? You’re back already? Is there something else you need?” said the merchant, his smile as bright as ever. Brandon, looking a bit bewildered was all in a tremble, something was terribly wrong, he couldn’t shake the feeling. “The girl I was with, have you seen her?”
“What, you’ve lost each other already? Did you have a fight or something, you don’t look that well.”
“What does it matter?! Have you seen her or not?!” the bat snapped, he had no time for idle chitchat nor for meddling merchants nor for staying friendly.
“Whoa! Calm down, I-”
Laughter resonated through the whole market, loud, awful laughter. It couldn’t be … Enggy! Not spilling a tick, the bat took off, not even listening to the trader anymore. While his expression turned more desperate and bewildered than ever, the thief ploughed through the masses, pushing the people aside, angering some but not wasting any time on them, they were not important. Finding Enggy was, but where had she gone? What had happened, and why were people laughing so hard? What was so funny? Something was terribly wrong, no doubt about it, there was no way she had just vanished into thin air without a good reason.
Finally he reached the place where the source of the laughter originated, all kinds of citizens were looking in the same direction, some pointing, and all laughing like they’d just seen the most comical scene ever. The first person he got into vision he talked to, speaking hastily, fearing the worst. “What happened here, why is everyone laughing?”
“Well,” spoke a woman, giggles filling the gaps between words “There was this -heheheh- girl”
“A girl? How did she look? Did she have a pale skin and long black hair?”
“Yeah, that’s her. Well, she… hahahaha..there was this small puppy, and she -hehhehehhhhh- looked all frightened and ran! Hahahahaha!”
What, a dog? A puppy, but that was still a dog, to Enggy it must have appeared as a terrifying hound lusting for her blood, he was familiar enough with her phobia for canines. And these people were laughing at her? They were mocking her fear? Brandon could not let that pass, he could not forgive them for that, no matter if they were ignorant or who they were. His fists clenched themselves into tight balls, his eyes narrowed and his teeth pressed against each other, rage flowing over his body, flooding his mind. Unforgivable! Before he knew what had happened, his fist had made contact with the woman’s face, forcing it to a side. She looked like she had no idea what was going on, but as she screamed in pain and surprise, falling to the ground, the eyes of the crowd turned towards her and a murmur rippled through the masses. The bat was already walking away, headed in the direction the people had been pointing in.
Soon enough he was running again, the fear taking hold of him once more. Exhaustion was swept away by adrenaline, but there was no time to enjoy the feeling, worry was the most prominent emotion as his legs carried him onwards, other sounds of laughing people reaching him from afar, fueling his body even more, his pace growing faster and hastier every tick. Panting and breathing heavy, he turned a corner, ran through an alley, and passed merchants, children, women and males all giggling, laughing and pointing. All made the bat speed up even more, like a whirlwind he flew towards the laughter, knocking people over, no regard whatsoever for his own safety or his environment, finding Enggy was his top priority. Something was awfully wrong, he felt it in his gut, there was no way Enggy was doing alright in the presence of a dog. He knew that well enough.
Another street, but no people laughing their ass off here, no instead he found a merchant yelling and raging against a pile of boxes that had been knocked over, his face red with anger. It was almost comical how he stomped his feet against the stones while his hands were heaved above his head, the bat would have grinned, chuckled in normal circumstances. But as his dark orbs filled with despair spotted a lock of black hair in the midst of the boxes and a pale hand lying in the middle of shards of broken glass, he rushed over, swiping the shards aside with a foot, threw some boxes off her delicate back and carefully turned her face up. The merchant approached, shouting words he did not comprehend, a hand grabbing his shoulder, forcefully twisting his concerned face away from the motionless body and shouting some more.
Brandon did not understand a word he said, he did not process the words spoken, he only knew one thing: this guy was only concerned about his broken glasses, shattered across the street and not about the girl collapsed in the midst of the chaos. For the second time in merely a five chimes - or had it been longer?- the bat clenched his fists, rage consuming his onyx orbs again, transforming them into flaming orbs of charcoal. “Would you shut the petch up!” he screamed as his fist sliced through air with the speed of light to land an uppercut on the man’s chin. His full strength powered his fist, as well as the full amount of his rage, of his sorrow and worry for the girl. A high kick to the face followed, hitting the side of it and knocking the man out. Worthless scum of a merchant!
Now the target of his rage was sprawled out on the street, the bat felt weak, empty and sad. Trembling, he turned to the cat who still lied there, face up and unconscious. Was she breathing? He should figure that out first, he thought as he kneeled by her side, a finger held under her nose. Fortunately she did, the most part of his worry vanished, but there was still a wound at the side of her head, probably where she’d hit her head. A lot of blood flowed out of it, he should do something about that too. He should stop the blood flow, but how? A bandage … he had none… improvise then! The merchant’s clothes would do. With his hands still trembling the thief ripped the trader’s blouse to shreds, long enough to be wrapped around the cat’s head. First he folded one strip a couple of times and pressed it carefully against the wound, then binding the rest of the strips of cloth around it. That should do for emergency treatment, the catholicon …. The medics at the catholicon would take care of the rest.
With great care the bat wriggled his arms under her shoulders and the back of her knees and lifted Engghaen out of the pile of glass and boxes. The merchant moaned quietly, a hand of his twitching, shivers running over his bare chest and belly. Brandon did not care about him at all as he started walking away with the girl in his arms, his expression grim and full of sadness, the catholicon his destination. He sure hoped it wasn’t that bad of a wound, that she would wake up soon. A single tear ran down his cheek and splatted open on the pale girl’s face.
OOCThis ended up being longer than I'd planned, but well, you gave me a wonderful post to work with. Home you like it
Welcome back by the way.
“What, you’ve lost each other already? Did you have a fight or something, you don’t look that well.”
“What does it matter?! Have you seen her or not?!” the bat snapped, he had no time for idle chitchat nor for meddling merchants nor for staying friendly.
“Whoa! Calm down, I-”
Laughter resonated through the whole market, loud, awful laughter. It couldn’t be … Enggy! Not spilling a tick, the bat took off, not even listening to the trader anymore. While his expression turned more desperate and bewildered than ever, the thief ploughed through the masses, pushing the people aside, angering some but not wasting any time on them, they were not important. Finding Enggy was, but where had she gone? What had happened, and why were people laughing so hard? What was so funny? Something was terribly wrong, no doubt about it, there was no way she had just vanished into thin air without a good reason.
Finally he reached the place where the source of the laughter originated, all kinds of citizens were looking in the same direction, some pointing, and all laughing like they’d just seen the most comical scene ever. The first person he got into vision he talked to, speaking hastily, fearing the worst. “What happened here, why is everyone laughing?”
“Well,” spoke a woman, giggles filling the gaps between words “There was this -heheheh- girl”
“A girl? How did she look? Did she have a pale skin and long black hair?”
“Yeah, that’s her. Well, she… hahahaha..there was this small puppy, and she -hehhehehhhhh- looked all frightened and ran! Hahahahaha!”
What, a dog? A puppy, but that was still a dog, to Enggy it must have appeared as a terrifying hound lusting for her blood, he was familiar enough with her phobia for canines. And these people were laughing at her? They were mocking her fear? Brandon could not let that pass, he could not forgive them for that, no matter if they were ignorant or who they were. His fists clenched themselves into tight balls, his eyes narrowed and his teeth pressed against each other, rage flowing over his body, flooding his mind. Unforgivable! Before he knew what had happened, his fist had made contact with the woman’s face, forcing it to a side. She looked like she had no idea what was going on, but as she screamed in pain and surprise, falling to the ground, the eyes of the crowd turned towards her and a murmur rippled through the masses. The bat was already walking away, headed in the direction the people had been pointing in.
Soon enough he was running again, the fear taking hold of him once more. Exhaustion was swept away by adrenaline, but there was no time to enjoy the feeling, worry was the most prominent emotion as his legs carried him onwards, other sounds of laughing people reaching him from afar, fueling his body even more, his pace growing faster and hastier every tick. Panting and breathing heavy, he turned a corner, ran through an alley, and passed merchants, children, women and males all giggling, laughing and pointing. All made the bat speed up even more, like a whirlwind he flew towards the laughter, knocking people over, no regard whatsoever for his own safety or his environment, finding Enggy was his top priority. Something was awfully wrong, he felt it in his gut, there was no way Enggy was doing alright in the presence of a dog. He knew that well enough.
Another street, but no people laughing their ass off here, no instead he found a merchant yelling and raging against a pile of boxes that had been knocked over, his face red with anger. It was almost comical how he stomped his feet against the stones while his hands were heaved above his head, the bat would have grinned, chuckled in normal circumstances. But as his dark orbs filled with despair spotted a lock of black hair in the midst of the boxes and a pale hand lying in the middle of shards of broken glass, he rushed over, swiping the shards aside with a foot, threw some boxes off her delicate back and carefully turned her face up. The merchant approached, shouting words he did not comprehend, a hand grabbing his shoulder, forcefully twisting his concerned face away from the motionless body and shouting some more.
Brandon did not understand a word he said, he did not process the words spoken, he only knew one thing: this guy was only concerned about his broken glasses, shattered across the street and not about the girl collapsed in the midst of the chaos. For the second time in merely a five chimes - or had it been longer?- the bat clenched his fists, rage consuming his onyx orbs again, transforming them into flaming orbs of charcoal. “Would you shut the petch up!” he screamed as his fist sliced through air with the speed of light to land an uppercut on the man’s chin. His full strength powered his fist, as well as the full amount of his rage, of his sorrow and worry for the girl. A high kick to the face followed, hitting the side of it and knocking the man out. Worthless scum of a merchant!
Now the target of his rage was sprawled out on the street, the bat felt weak, empty and sad. Trembling, he turned to the cat who still lied there, face up and unconscious. Was she breathing? He should figure that out first, he thought as he kneeled by her side, a finger held under her nose. Fortunately she did, the most part of his worry vanished, but there was still a wound at the side of her head, probably where she’d hit her head. A lot of blood flowed out of it, he should do something about that too. He should stop the blood flow, but how? A bandage … he had none… improvise then! The merchant’s clothes would do. With his hands still trembling the thief ripped the trader’s blouse to shreds, long enough to be wrapped around the cat’s head. First he folded one strip a couple of times and pressed it carefully against the wound, then binding the rest of the strips of cloth around it. That should do for emergency treatment, the catholicon …. The medics at the catholicon would take care of the rest.
With great care the bat wriggled his arms under her shoulders and the back of her knees and lifted Engghaen out of the pile of glass and boxes. The merchant moaned quietly, a hand of his twitching, shivers running over his bare chest and belly. Brandon did not care about him at all as he started walking away with the girl in his arms, his expression grim and full of sadness, the catholicon his destination. He sure hoped it wasn’t that bad of a wound, that she would wake up soon. A single tear ran down his cheek and splatted open on the pale girl’s face.
OOCThis ended up being longer than I'd planned, but well, you gave me a wonderful post to work with. Home you like it
Welcome back by the way.Credit goes to Nyxie Nadira Draer
