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Don't be daft, Eames.
[She gives him an arch look over the top of her tea. It's too hot to drink, so she touches her finger to the side of it and scrunches up her nose in concentration. Satisfied that she has cooled it, she takes a sip.]
You know what I'm asking.
[She gives him an arch look over the top of her tea. It's too hot to drink, so she touches her finger to the side of it and scrunches up her nose in concentration. Satisfied that she has cooled it, she takes a sip.]
You know what I'm asking.
I don't think he cared, to be honest.
[Eames shrugs a shoulder and takes his mug to go park himself in an armchair. Pay no attention to the way he groans in pain when he sits down.]
Seemed more about being willing to pay some arbitrary price to leave than anything. Must really want to leave to stab yourself in the chest.
[Eames shrugs a shoulder and takes his mug to go park himself in an armchair. Pay no attention to the way he groans in pain when he sits down.]
Seemed more about being willing to pay some arbitrary price to leave than anything. Must really want to leave to stab yourself in the chest.
[She absolutely winces at the noise he makes. That's not a good noise, and not a noise you want to hear from your father figure.]
Jesus. Like they don't even bother trying to make sense here.
Can I help, Eames? You look pale.
Jesus. Like they don't even bother trying to make sense here.
Can I help, Eames? You look pale.
Thank you. When I'm back, I want your shirt off.
[She sets her tea aside and immediately goes to retrieve the kit. Hopefully, he's good at directions.]
[She sets her tea aside and immediately goes to retrieve the kit. Hopefully, he's good at directions.]
[The fact he doesn't have a quick reply to that says a lot about how shit he's doing right now, but honestly he's tired and bleeding and sore. It takes him a moment to realise Nancy has no idea where the bathroom even is and then he calls out the directions, luckily they're fairly simple. It's a spacious house, but there aren't many rooms.]
[Back in the living room, Eames takes a sip of his tea and then sets it down on the coffee table where it's followed shortly by his shirt. By the time Nancy's back, he'll be murmuring softly to and petting the dog who's got his chin propped up on Eames' thigh to give him the Sad Eyes at all that blood and all those noises he's making.]
[Back in the living room, Eames takes a sip of his tea and then sets it down on the coffee table where it's followed shortly by his shirt. By the time Nancy's back, he'll be murmuring softly to and petting the dog who's got his chin propped up on Eames' thigh to give him the Sad Eyes at all that blood and all those noises he's making.]
[She would have found it on her own, but she's thankful for the directions all the same. She returns a few moments later, undoing the latch on the little box.
With a fond look at the dog, she takes a seat on Eames' foot stool, the kit open in her lap, along with some towels she'd grabbed from the bathroom itself.]
Alright, let's get you all healed up, then.
[Which means, it's time to stop the bleeding. She hands him a towel.] Hold that on the cut, lots of pressure. Can't heal you if you're still bleeding. [She's going to use this time to get a small bowl of water for cleaning purposes back from the kitchen. She knows exactly what she's doing.
And don't worry about the towels, Eames. She can get the blood out.]
With a fond look at the dog, she takes a seat on Eames' foot stool, the kit open in her lap, along with some towels she'd grabbed from the bathroom itself.]
Alright, let's get you all healed up, then.
[Which means, it's time to stop the bleeding. She hands him a towel.] Hold that on the cut, lots of pressure. Can't heal you if you're still bleeding. [She's going to use this time to get a small bowl of water for cleaning purposes back from the kitchen. She knows exactly what she's doing.
And don't worry about the towels, Eames. She can get the blood out.]
[He takes the old, gross and soaked bandage off and takes the towel, electing not to tell Nancy he knows all this since she's helping. Eames knows better than to bite the hand that gets him to not bleed all over his sheets tonight.]
[Though he is going to reach over for his mug while he waits. Can't waste good tea.]
[Though he is going to reach over for his mug while he waits. Can't waste good tea.]
[She's back in a little while with the water, making a face at the gross old bandages, the blood already oxidizing to brown.]
Alright, hopefully the bleeding's stopped... [She rolls up her sleeves, her antler tattoo on her wrist visible, the delicate little heart, matching the one on her ribs. It's probably the closest Eames has been able to look at her in some time, as she leans over him to take a look beyond the towels at his chest.]
Looks like it's slowing. Alright, so here's what we're going to do: I'm gonna start cleaning it, and when fresh blood show up, I'd like you to dab it up. Then, you're going to drink this: [She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small vial she'd taken from her purse earlier. Blood replenisher. Never go anywhere without one.]
Alright, hopefully the bleeding's stopped... [She rolls up her sleeves, her antler tattoo on her wrist visible, the delicate little heart, matching the one on her ribs. It's probably the closest Eames has been able to look at her in some time, as she leans over him to take a look beyond the towels at his chest.]
Looks like it's slowing. Alright, so here's what we're going to do: I'm gonna start cleaning it, and when fresh blood show up, I'd like you to dab it up. Then, you're going to drink this: [She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small vial she'd taken from her purse earlier. Blood replenisher. Never go anywhere without one.]
It’s that. Blood-drinking undead. [They remind him very unpleasantly of Northrend, of the war against the Lich King...he knows that he’d decided to follow Eames’ lead and all, but his hand is straying to the weapon on his back.]
This is some sort of ritual you were a part of? Unwillingly? [That much seems certain, at least.]
This is some sort of ritual you were a part of? Unwillingly? [That much seems certain, at least.]
We call them vampires.
[Eames tilts his head, thoughtful for a few moments. "Come, monsieur! Let us not let this bounty go to waste!" Jean-Claude says on stage once he's had his fill and Eames puffs out a breath, watching himself on stage as he stares the third man down, murmurs goading words even as he's held still.]
This was a... [Eames glances aside, frowning as he hears his own voice cry out in pain when Raymond bites him on the other side of his neck. Sudden and sharp.] A complicated situation.
[Eames tilts his head, thoughtful for a few moments. "Come, monsieur! Let us not let this bounty go to waste!" Jean-Claude says on stage once he's had his fill and Eames puffs out a breath, watching himself on stage as he stares the third man down, murmurs goading words even as he's held still.]
This was a... [Eames glances aside, frowning as he hears his own voice cry out in pain when Raymond bites him on the other side of his neck. Sudden and sharp.] A complicated situation.
[He opens his mouth to say it's not exactly going to stop bleeding any time soon, but he's doing his best to not be obnoxious to the person who's helping him here. Eames sighs and dabs at the blood as it seeps out of the wound. At least it's slower than earlier.]
[Eames sighs and takes the blood replenisher, but he doesn't drink it.]
How do you know it won't backfire. Healing magic seems to be particularly bad here.
[Eames sighs and takes the blood replenisher, but he doesn't drink it.]
How do you know it won't backfire. Healing magic seems to be particularly bad here.
[As long as they can lessen the blood flow, it'll be fine.]
First of all, that's from home. Second of all, I gave one to my friend Bella, and it seemed to do the trick for her. Granted, she is a vampire, so. [She shrugs. Yeah, of course, the girl who was torn between a temper tantrum vampire and a werewolf met the other girl torn between a vampire and a temper tantrum werewolf. And they picked the opposite.]
First of all, that's from home. Second of all, I gave one to my friend Bella, and it seemed to do the trick for her. Granted, she is a vampire, so. [She shrugs. Yeah, of course, the girl who was torn between a temper tantrum vampire and a werewolf met the other girl torn between a vampire and a temper tantrum werewolf. And they picked the opposite.]
Fair enough. [If only healing magic did it's bloody job around here.]
How's it doing? [She takes the opportunity to take a sip of her tea.]
How's it doing? [She takes the opportunity to take a sip of her tea.]
Well it hurts a fucking lot.
[Eames sighs as he wipes some more blood from his chest, half wondering if he should stitch it but it'll be fine. He's certainly not going to make Nancy deal with that either way, for now just gesturing to the bandage pads in the first aid box.]
I'll be fine, just need a day or two to, ah... Have more blood in my body, I suppose.
[Why does 'have more blood' sound like one of the most ridiculous things he's ever said.]
[Eames sighs as he wipes some more blood from his chest, half wondering if he should stitch it but it'll be fine. He's certainly not going to make Nancy deal with that either way, for now just gesturing to the bandage pads in the first aid box.]
I'll be fine, just need a day or two to, ah... Have more blood in my body, I suppose.
[Why does 'have more blood' sound like one of the most ridiculous things he's ever said.]
Oh, lovely. You'll have to take it easy. Eat something with lots of sugar, that'll help a bit. I'd offer some iron supplements, that's what I usually take with the potion, but that's not an option here.
[She gingerly beings to clean off his wound, using the warm water. Once that was done, it was on to the disinfecting part.]
This is going to sting, alright?
[She gingerly beings to clean off his wound, using the warm water. Once that was done, it was on to the disinfecting part.]
This is going to sting, alright?
A complicated situation. [He repeats it in a slightly incredulous tone. The cry from other-Eames makes his mouth twitch, frown becoming even deeper. He gives the bar around them a quick glance, confirming that no one’s paying attention to them, before pitching his voice lower.]
I doubt that intervening will change what has happened in the waking world. But no one would blame you for taking this...opportunity for revenge. [His hand is gripping the hilt of his saif. Eyes burning into Eames. If he wants to start a fight, then Saurfang is in.]
I doubt that intervening will change what has happened in the waking world. But no one would blame you for taking this...opportunity for revenge. [His hand is gripping the hilt of his saif. Eyes burning into Eames. If he wants to start a fight, then Saurfang is in.]
Ah-- Don't worry about it.
[Despite how unpleasant this whole show has been, Eames' eyes glitter in anticipation, a smile tugging at his lips when he sees his arms shift and Jean-Claude move into position.]
[It's a sudden thing, the way it all changes, when Eames plunges a stake into the man drinking from him with a low, "you should have killed me," followed up by Jean-Claude pushing the man off balance, a cry of "For the nest, monsieur!!!" as he swiftly brings a sword down and decapitates the smaller vampire.]
I got my revenge back then.
[But hey, if Saurfang wants to beat up some memory vampires, there's all of a beat before the whole place erupts into chaos.]
[Despite how unpleasant this whole show has been, Eames' eyes glitter in anticipation, a smile tugging at his lips when he sees his arms shift and Jean-Claude move into position.]
[It's a sudden thing, the way it all changes, when Eames plunges a stake into the man drinking from him with a low, "you should have killed me," followed up by Jean-Claude pushing the man off balance, a cry of "For the nest, monsieur!!!" as he swiftly brings a sword down and decapitates the smaller vampire.]
I got my revenge back then.
[But hey, if Saurfang wants to beat up some memory vampires, there's all of a beat before the whole place erupts into chaos.]
[It's not the violence itself that surprises Saurfang - he's seen and, hell, done worse - but the sudden reversal of fortune for other-Eames that makes him start slightly. Well. Alright then.]
So I see. [He glances back at here-with-him Eames, with a more wary, appraising look. He forgot not to underestimate humans(or people who look human, ok, Eames, geez) even when they seem down for the count. They're vicious creatures, that's for sure.
He's quick enough to see the oncoming chaos, at least, so he tenses up again, this time ready to escape or defend. While he turns towards his companion, he does not try to direct Eames or otherwise protect him. If Eames is out there stabbing san'layn, he doesn't need it.]
So I see. [He glances back at here-with-him Eames, with a more wary, appraising look. He forgot not to underestimate humans
He's quick enough to see the oncoming chaos, at least, so he tenses up again, this time ready to escape or defend. While he turns towards his companion, he does not try to direct Eames or otherwise protect him. If Eames is out there stabbing san'layn, he doesn't need it.]
[At the time, he was low on blood and in a lot of pain so he was in no state to join the fight, so honestly it feels kind of good to fight some vampires. Eames' first port of call is to grab a chair that looks wooden and smash it on the floor. Two nice pointy stakes for him. Delicious.]
Are you still at your place?
I'm going to warn you once.
If I ever see you around Chuck again I will kill you.
Tell me that you understand.
Edited (What year is it) 2021-02-20 23:43 (UTC)
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