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Post by Lab Rat-666 on May 2, 2020 23:36:15 GMT -5
Rat knew she never should've come here. Yet, she did anyway out of boredom. The woman found herself lying on the ground in a bunch of mud. Her hair was wild and she felt herself leaning into unconsciousness as she laid in there and lacking in oxygen.
The girl had foolishly walked into a pub filled with criminal men and somehow gotten beaten up in a bar fight. She'd waltz out of the bar, her eyes rolling up in her head before fallingdown in a fuckload of mud. The girl was dizzy from the fight. What had it even been about? It was so dirty and there. And those dirty men. Talking her down and swearing. And had they been sexualizing her? No, yes, no... she couldn't remember. All, she remembered is that she shook her head no and said she wanted to be left alone.
Yes, that's all that happened.
There was a random bar fight much like a western movie and off they went. She got several blows to the back of the head and the chair swung at her back.
Yes, now she remembered. The older man, the bartender, looked concerned at the mess that was caused. Clearly she had traveled to some ghetto in the area. She had collapsed in front of the building. Now, she could remember. Her flower came undone and got muddy from laying in the soil. It was gone and now all was there were her closed eye sewn together via stitches.
The Rat could feel someone above her. Was her punishment done? Who was here trying to harass her more? She didn't belong here. She didn't belong anywhere with anyone.
"Meep?" came a soft and curious noise from the dirt from the person, "Hello?" she'd tried to get up from the dirt and stand with her single arm. She struggled. So she activated her spell and then had two to help herself up, well, not upwards, just face the sun still lying down on the ground. She coughed from the mud on her face.
Words: 343
Spells Used: Flesh Arm
Mana: 36 - 10 = 26
Last Edit: May 2, 2020 23:39:02 GMT -5 by Lab Rat-666
Post by Alexander Valentine on May 3, 2020 0:25:31 GMT -5
Alexander's next destination took him into another part of the forsaken region. He doesn't have the foggiest idea as to where he was going but trips like this usually were done in the spirit of journey rather than the actual place. Or that's he would like to think but he actually did forget and he was rather dead set on continuing his confused path forward as he found himself in the slums of a town with not much in terms of appeal. Though his stomach was starting to send him messages about food and of course he obliged as he didn't like the feeling of starving while on the road.
His guard was up as the place did have a slightly dangerous atmosphere around it. But he was more than capable of defending himself from any sort of trouble. He was somewhat glad that he rested the night before under a tree and avoided getting soaked in the storm. The places road were muddy and it was quite slippery to add on.He watched his step as he looked for a place to get a good meal but as he walked up the road, he saw a rather peculiar sight.
‘...is that a lady?’, he asked himself as his pace quickened."Yep, it looks like its a lady", His eyes weren't playing tricks on him as it was indeed a girl with mud on her face. It appears that the girl is having trouble with a multitude of things from the looks of it. From her one arm to not being able to see and so on.Though she used magic to grow an arm but seemed to not try and help herself up as she continued to lay on the ground. He internally debated whether he should help her up but then he remembered where he was. The lady can feel he was there and of course, he can't leave a lady like this unguarded in an area like this.
“Hello there, stranger. Do you need some help ?”, he opened with as he offered his hand. He of course would help the lady up if she accepted and got her to a proper place to sit after he dusted her off. The last action was more a habit he picked up from helping his siblings so it felt natural for him to at least clean up.
Rat would be facing a red-haired male. He appeared to be a foot taller than her. Freaky. He seemed harmless though. He wasn't someone she had recognized in the pub.
Maybe, he was as harmless as he looked and sound!
Rat would be offered a hand. After a quick moment of thinking, as if unsure if this man was hostile she'd say, "Thank you. Yes," and with that she got a hold of his hand via her artificial arm and be pulled right up, "I- I am sorry...." she'd begin to say and he'd guide her to a bench across from the bar she had just gotten beaten up at. She wasn't sure if this was a good idea. What if the men came out and pursued?
Well, they hadn't yet, so perhaps she was ok for now. Eventually, though, they'd come out after their drinking and see them. She decided she would sit with the man who offered her help temporarily. Rat decided the longer they sat the more dangerous it could become.
I mean, she could've said something about moving along but opted not to out of timidness. Rat would feel the man take his arms and brush dirt swiftly off of her, nothing strange about it. She took it kindly and brotherly like. She wasn't scared of men, after all, she had little brothers in the basement as a child. She wasn't scared of men- just sadistic men like the ones in the bar. And he didn't appear to be one of them.
"Thank you!" she'd say. Her flower had long gone in the mud and was no longer of any use. Instead, it was replaced was a lump of flesh clamped together via stitches on her eye.
Rat would look around, "I appreciate you very much, sir." she was a bit sore from the bar fight and would feel herself looking for something.
Where was her bag?
"I-I left my bag inside." she'd say and pointed inside the bar. Oh hell, she sure as hell didn't want to go back into that demon's den, "I don't know what to do sir. They hurt me in there and talked me down. I don't know if I can get it alone. No, I'll go, stay here. I'll be back." she'd stand using the back of the bench as a stability support and would approach the door. She looked back at her new friend and waved oddly.
Her one visible eye finally noticed her eyepatch and she smiled, someone, finally like her.
Post by Alexander Valentine on May 3, 2020 1:34:11 GMT -5
She seems nice enough from how she responded to his aid. Quite a pretty face she has on her, one would only guess why she would be in the front of the pub in the mud. A bit heartless to say the least from how the girl looked. Hell, he sees better treatment at more run down towns than a place like this. But from what he can see on her face, she looks worried about...something. Alex can't read minds but he can tell when something is wrong. He let her speak her thoughts for now as he caught his breath from his journey.
Though he can only guess what was wrong when he saw a few men come out of the bar and her expression went pale. Of course they looked at them and Alexander got ready for a fight. They didn't look too tough to be fair but he kept his cool as they left. One can only assume they’re a cause for concern in these parts.’Always drunkards to be the cause of issues’ he thought to himself as he looked at the girl.
“No problem” was all he responded with as the girl kept thanking him. Of course he remained humbled as he didn't do much aside from dust her off.
The girl's expression took another turn as she wore a more worried expression when she said something about a bag being left inside.Adding on what she said about who exactly caused her injuries, he was more or less hesitant to let her go back inside. Maybe even offer to go in and grab it for her but she went ahead of him as she said she will be right back.
A girl with one arm, an eye and a limp walking back into a bar where she got beaten up ain't exactly something he would let slide. He let out a sigh as the door closed behind her,”Might as well follow along and make sure she doesn't end up like before…”. He barely knows the girl and has no stake in her wellbeing but it’d be pretty damn heartless of him to leave her to fend for herself like that. He cracked his knuckles and got up to follow the girl into the bar. Plus he didnt even ask for her name yet and he at least needs to get that for the sake of manners.
The bar itself was as expected; run down, old, and filled with a few faces who’d make a demon cry for mama. He could feel their stares as he walked in, his eyes didn't even register them as they were as significant as any other stranger. Alex found a seat at the bar as the girl went to go get her bag. “A drink and a snack if you please” he asked the bartender as he slid a few coins to him. The food was relatively standard but it was more than enough to sate his hunger for now.
But he kept his guard up as he knows the men behind him are going to cause trouble and he instinctively reached for a bottle...just in case.
Post by Lab Rat-666 on May 3, 2020 22:12:11 GMT -5
Rat felt herself in a more pleasant mood as the men eyed her anonymous rescuer and herself.She wasn't alone and if she had been they may've continued to harass her. She'd waited for them to leave, seeing no trace of her bag on them. Either they took the money out of the purse and left the white satchel or they had it hidden or they never noticed it. Hopefully, it was still there. Money still was needed to sleep in the village this evening.
As she entered the bar once more, there was a light bell ring welcoming them inside. There was no one else, but just her and the bartender. Oh, wait! Was that her rescuer behind her?
"Oh, sir, you didn't need to follow me. I would've came right back out!" she told the ginger and turned around with a small smile. One filled with thankfulness and gratefulness.
"Are you ok?" the bartender came around from the bar and immediately rushed over in a quick power walk. His first greeting to them both. Then he abruptly handed her bag back, "I took this for you during the fight. You got lucky. Please be more careful!"
"I- I tried my hardest. I didn't mean to hurt anyone," Rat would look down.
"I know you didn't. Look we need to get you cleaned up! You left your food too during the fight love. Do you have a concussion?"
"I think? But, I don't know what to do about it. I guess it'll get better on it's own." she'd look up at the man and looking into his eyes was deep concern.
"Try not to go to sleep. It could make it worse," the bartender warned and he'd scurry off. Rat went to the counter and looked behind to her ally, "I guess it's safer now. Huh?"
"You left some food. Here. Why don't you go get clean? Stay there." the bartender left and came back with a rag and a small bucket of water. He was, the owner and considerably nice. It was odd for such wholesomeness to be shown to her as well as violence. All in one day too.
"Come back and you can get your bread dear."
Rat went outside to back of the bar. She simply took the rag and pail wiped her visble skin through the clothes off. She didn't take that long as she wanted to eat. Rat would empty the water out on the ground, not too sure what to do. She could've given it back to the bartender to pour it out in his system's plumbing but that'd be no such thing. Too embarassed to show how much filth was on her. --------
Ah!
Sweet buttery rolls.
A favorite of Rat's, though she could eat just about anything if properly cooked and prepared. Much like how a Rat would be.
Rat sat down on the stool. Just the three of them, quiet and calm. Much how Rat liked her environments to be.
"Would you like anything sir?"
Rat seeing no use for her arm no longer decided to make it dissipate and end her spell. She could eat with one hand if patience allowed for it. And she had a lot of patience for the 3 years she had without an arm.
Post by Alexander Valentine on May 4, 2020 20:47:18 GMT -5
Of course the stranger in question did remark about him following in But he kept his cool as he took a seat at the counter. “Eh, I needed a place to eat anyway . Don't mind me” he replied as he got comfy in his chair The Stranger was acting odd to say the least as she spoke to the bartender. But he couldn't help but eavesdrop on her little conversation out of his own curiosity. One could only wonder what kind of town this is if they treat a stranger like her with such disdain. Which brought his attention to her as he wondered who is she."...never hurts to listen in..", he thought as he rested his head on the counter for a moment.
He leaned subtly leaned as to try and get into earshot of their conversation and of course its what he assumed. ‘So it was a fight she got into….explains the drunkards who came out…”, he thought as he went back to minding his own business. “Whatever the case, they're gone now and she’s alright aside from a head injury...and I'm starving..”, he kept himself occupied as he spoke to the bartender. The stranger went out back and cleaned herself up.
By the time she came back, sweet rolls were prepared and of course she joined the meal. He was soon asked what he was going to eat and he thought about it for a moment, “Roasted Lamb Vegetables and some bread are going to be my choices… don't worry I have the money”, he said as the bartender took his order.
The food soon came and the smell was amazing as he paid the bartender his keep and even ordered extra ale for himself. He slowly began to dig in as did his companion as she ate with one arm. But before he went to take his first bite he realized something, “...I never asked for your name didn’t I?” . He opened with outright before he bit into his juicy lamb; the flavors spreading through his mouth as he chewed. After enjoying his first bite he went ahead and introduced himself. "Names Alexander, what is yours?"
Post by Lab Rat-666 on May 10, 2020 21:22:07 GMT -5
As Rat returned, there would be food sitting down for not just her but Alexander as well. Her clothes were still stained with mud but her body was clear and porcelain except for a small bruise on her forehead. It'd go away with time and effort she supposed as she gazed into her reflection of the glass that stood in front of her.
Rat would then hear the man introduce himself as 'Alexander'.
"Thank you sir- I mean Alexander." she'd say, "It's a pleasure to meet you as well." The woman shifted in her seat and a hand grabbed out for a piece of bread in the wood basket, "Here you go Alexander!" she'd say and handed it to him by dropping it abruptly in his plate.
Rat would gaze at the man again, "My name is Rat, a pleasure to meet you, Alexander. Thanks for all your help." she'd state with a smile, "So why are you here? If you don't mind me asking."
Rat would decide this man was a good person. He was charming to! And he was friendly! But most importantly, he had an eyepatch much like herself. Well, not anymore considering she had just lost her flower, but that didn't matter to her much.
Rat woud hum as she ate her bread and listened for some sort of response. The girl was in a good mood now. She was rescued and made a new friend. Now she had some of her favorite food too- bread. Oh! And she had retrieved her purse and money. The most important thing of all.
She was curious and knew not to ask but did so anyways, "Alexander, are you missing an eye as well?" she'd ask innocently, "Sorry if it's a personal question that brings back bad memories." Rat would arch a brow in curiosity.
Post by Alexander Valentine on May 18, 2020 22:46:14 GMT -5
Alexander kept his reaction controlled as he heard the girl's name. ‘Rat’ was the last name he could have expected from a face like that. But he kept his reaction and thoughts to himself as it may go into some sensitive territory. With their initial meeting to the worries, he has plenty to ask but he is going to prefer to keep it to himself.
“I’m mostly on a journey across the kingdom...a hobby of mine to see what this land has to offer..nothing much”, he replied to her frist question as he finished a piece of steak.
He ate his food as she continued to speak as he didn't have much to say to her. That and he is quite hungry from the journey and he needs some food in his stomach stat. She seems nice all things considered as he now has someone to talk to while he eats. Company is always welcome In his eyes, his hobby doesn't exactly make it easy to talk to people considering the times.
Then the topic of his eyepatch came up and he stopped eating for a moment as she continued to wonder. Somewhat embarrassed at the question since his reason isnt as fancy as one would expect. He set down his utensils and lift up the eye patch to show his eye; completely normal barring a small scar he received as a kid but it was nothing to write home about.
“Never lost an eye but this sort of scar would attract more attention to me than I like so I wear it...no bad memories I assure you.”