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Post by Cedric Von Engel on Dec 28, 2008 8:00:45 GMT -8
[Continued from Avandrya]
Cedric exited the meeting room, and returned to the club area, he knew he'd find Kaly at or close to the bar. Without too much trouble he spotted her sitting next to the seer, and a stranger talking to them. Approaching he politely interrupted and leaned in close to whisper in Kaly's ear
"He's ready for you now..."
Then sat him self down on the bar stool next to Ms. Sterling. Facing the bartender, he jingled his bottle a little in hope of getting a glass, then turned to see what was going on here.
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Post by Jack Chapman on Dec 28, 2008 9:05:41 GMT -8
Jack’s maniac grin did not falter as the tall, bulky man approached, whispering something the lady’s ear. The lady hadn’t made any sort of response yet, but the whispers from his arm had risen, warning him of the threat to his so far quiet insanity. “Oh, it’s a shame that your boyfriend had to come and ruin our fun. Ah, nothing gold can stay.” With a flick of his wrist the rose disappeared, dissolving into nothingness. “Does it have something to do with the skeleton dribbling wax tears on the dance floor or just the usual Avandrya goodness? I swear this chain is going to be the next bloody McDonalds.”
He looked across at the bartender for a moment, raising his hand. “Gin and tonic, if you would. I think that I still have another lady I’ve promised a drink to.” Jack looked back over at the solidly built man. “Pull up a stool if you’d like too. You might be a bit more fun and NOT be trying to ruin a man’s sport. Now, excuse me I need to get juiced up and I only have the entire night to do it!” He turned back to the other woman, whose emotions he doubted he could read even if he was completely sound of mine. “So, what’ll you be drinking love?”
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Post by Delilah Sterling on Dec 28, 2008 10:37:51 GMT -8
(Sorry Kaly, going to break posting order please don't cry!) The closer the man got to them, the stranger she felt. It was like the soft, fine hairs on the back of her neck stood up and little goosebumps prickled her sensitive arms. When he sat down next to Kaly, she glanced over at him over the rim of her empty shot glass, frowning. Was it just her imagination or was the air between them crackling? Kaly's hair didn't seem to be standing up and she was in the middle of the crossfire as it were, so it had to just be in Delilah's head.
Stranger still, despite the tangle of mixed energies she was feeling coming off the guy, he just sat there wearing one face.
Whatever he was, he wasn't a demon.
Cedric showed up about then and leaned over Kaly to whisper something to her. She swiveled her barstool around to face the three of them better, but Cedric moved to sit on her other side. She didn't like sitting between people if she could help it; twice the chance of random touches and visions of the past she didn't care to see.
Her concern probably showed in her face as she turned around to face the counter again, pulling her elbows and knees in close to her slim frame. She was aware of the man babbling something about wax tears and McDonald's, but most of it went in one ear and out the other as she forced herself to take a few calming breaths in an attempt to ignore the goosebumpy feelings.
"So, what'll you be drinking, love?"
It was just a cultural thing, but one she didn't like. People who called perfect strangers love or hon tended to be touchy feely, too... and Delilah just couldn't have that, now could she?
"My name's Delilah," she said, not extending a hand for shaking. "I'll just have a shot of Jameson's." Then she looked at Cedric.
"After that, I'll need a ride back home. I've had more to drink tonight than I usually do."
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Post by Kalypsa Cardei on Dec 28, 2008 13:56:36 GMT -8
Kalypsa’s night had significantly improved. From the crushed look on Cosette’s face before she dragged her sorry self onto the dance floor, to the new and interesting stranger who had joined them at the bar.
This new one was quite strange, though really it wasn’t like she was one to talk, but seriously… the man was strange. He had a very weird almost tangible energy around him. And it was clear when he started speaking the man was clearly mad.
… Or maybe it was drugs, human were always big with the hallucinogens.
Her eyes were drawn away from the man to Cedric as he exited the room with out Ryuu. She followed him through the crowd as he made his way to the bar. He looked a little brighter than he had earlier, which could be either good or bad.
When he reached the bar and whispered in her ear, she smiled. Finally she would get some time to feed. It had been far too long. She stood up and smoothed her hands down the front of her blouse. Then she knocked back the remainder of her drink before walking over to Cedric’s side. She leaned close and spoke so only he could hear her.
“You can take her home to retrieve her things but remember Ryuu said she lives here for now on. I will make sure a room is available for her upon your return. Keep her safe. I like this one.” She as she ran her hand down his back before turning to Delilah. “It was a pleasure my dear. I will be seeing you… often.” Kalypsa smiled. Cedric had better take good care of the girl. She moved to make her way through the dance floor and waved an apologetic wave to the strange man who she was leaving at the bar.
She made sure to take a root across the floor that steered clear of Cosette, she’d had enough of the child this evening. She smiled to herself before she walked through the door leading to Ryuu. This truly had been a very odd night.
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Post by Cedric Von Engel on Dec 28, 2008 15:46:13 GMT -8
As Kaly was leaving he turned and above the noise he tossed it out there...
"I'd like to see you later on tonight"
He had to remind himself business before pleasure with that one... The big grin was back.
But Kaly was right... The seer was extremely important, more important then his own life. In the hands of these slayers she would be forced to become a weapon against them. To perform acts of atrocities that could only rival those that he had not seen since his time during those countless holy wars of the crusades.
Looking to the seer to respond to her wanting to leave after her drink.
“Not a problem Ms. Sterling”
Then looking the strange man up and down…. And watch as his rose disappeared… Hmm... Magic… He’d not seen to many witches around here. Cedric just figured they mostly hung out in California or Florida where it was much warmer.
“Hey there, names Cedric… You know the magic tricks are only really liked in the other room.”
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Post by Jack Chapman on Dec 28, 2008 18:21:43 GMT -8
The woman who had allured him left, taking whatever effect he had on him going with her. Sanity crashed back upon him in a great wave. The grin fell away from his lips, replaced by a horrified expression as self-awareness managed to creep back in. “Damn, bugger and blast it! I went barking again, didn’t I?” If the expression of the woman sitting next to him was any indicator, he certainly had. He wasn’t quite sure why he had gone from mostly sane to completely insane, but it certainly wasn’t just over seeing an attractive woman. “Sorry ‘bout that, it’s part of the complete package.” Jack gave the lady as close to an apologetic smile as he could as the bartender brought him his drink. The alcohol traveled down his throat, giving him a happy burn.
“In back room?” Jack looked up at the man, and then around, remembering where he was. The message was as clear as possible without actually coming out and saying it: Save the supernatural for the Throuveil. Judging from the man’s size he was likely some form of supernatural security and was probably even more impressive in real life, most likely some form of demon using a guise. Trying to aggravate him was not a wise thing to do. Sadly, Jack had never been much for wisdom.
“Well, it works far better than blowing a bloody cap into a bottle. Besides, I prefer the bar. You can see things coming. You never know exactly who’ll be hunting around when you think that you’re at your safest.”
Jack smiled serenely at the man. “But where are my manners? The name’s Jonathon Chapman…call be Jack, practically everybody does.” He turned back to the lady next to him. “Please except my apologies miss, along with your drink. Can I have the privilege of knowing who I’m buying it for?” He set his drink back down on the counter, waiting to see how the pair chose to respond. It was likely a lost cause on the woman. Most normal people didn’t care for him after seeing the madness that hounded him manifest and this one hadn’t seemed particularly outgoing to begin with.
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Post by Delilah Sterling on Dec 28, 2008 21:04:36 GMT -8
Noooo, Kaly! she thought. Don't leave me! But she managed to smile at Kaly as she said goodbye. "I look forward to it." And she did look forward to seeing a lot more of the woman. Not just because she thought there was potential to get along and actually have a friend again, though that was one reason. No, she wanted to live through what was coming, and she wanted these people to live, too.
With Kaly gone, it was just Cedric, the new guy and herself in their little corner clique at the bar. The last look she'd spared at Cosette had shown the woman strutting off towards the dance floor, cutting a path through the air with her nose.
Once Kaly was out of sight, the man seemed to come out of a daze.
Canting her head to the side, she regarded him quizzically as he began spouting off about bloody caps, bottles, and... being hunted. His exact words didn't hang around in her head very long, as her mind immediately began firing questions faster than an execution squad.
What was this man? What did he know about being hunted? Did he have something to do with all the killings? Did he know anything? Did he really not hear her introduce herself moments ago?
Clearing her thoughts for the time being with a shake of her head, she again introduced herself without offering her hand. "My name is Delilah." This time, however, she didn't accept his offer of a beverage. "Thanks, but I've probably had my limit for the night."
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Post by Cedric Von Engel on Dec 29, 2008 14:21:00 GMT -8
Taking that as his cue, Cedric stands up from his bar stool, and reaches over to put the bottle behind the bar, and to give the bartender a nod. Looking back to the seer,
“Ok then, ready Ms. Sterling??”
With his arm out to direct her, he did look the crazy guy up and down quickly.
“Umm... Keep out of trouble there freund” [german: Friend]
Leading the seer out of the club and into the streets outside, and around back to where his bike was parked. A simple nod to the guard in back and then right to his bike to grab his various weapons and then concealing them once again on his person.
“Did you cab it? Or come in a car? Well… It matters not. We’ll cab it because my bike wont be safe enough in this snow”
He adjusted his leather jacket a bit and looked back at her.
“Ready?”
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Post by Jack Chapman on Dec 30, 2008 20:37:27 GMT -8
“So, before you all scurry away, there’s something I’d like to know if at all possible.” Jack felt somewhat…slighted. He hadn’t behaved THAT badly, now did he? Perhaps a bit odd, but as far as he could tell, not rude. “Is it true that there are hunters here? They’re always a right pain in the ass they are. I heard rumors…but you know what they say about rumors.”
Jack took a large swig of his gin and tonic, waiting for a reaction. He had noticed a small twitch from the lady next to him when he said something vaguely about hunting. He was curious as to what happen when he addressed the issue head on. Even if they were clueless, perhaps this would be something of a warning for them. Hunters just pissed him off and he would hate to see such an interesting place like an Avandrya to be shut down. If they already knew, even better. Having confirmation would make his life easier.
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Post by Delilah Sterling on Jan 1, 2009 17:49:57 GMT -8
Looking at Cedric, she dipped her chin in a nod and was just stepping down from the stool when Jack put his curiosity out there for anyone in hearing distance to pick up. Luckily no one seemed to be paying attention, but Delilah turned on him and studied his face closely with a hard look.
"A right pain in the ass, are they?" she asked, mocking his accent. "I've never seen you before, Jack. You have no idea," she said, her last words dropping to a hiss as she leaned towards him slightly. "No fucking idea. If you're looking for some sport, I suggest you pick a soccer team and start following it around."
So she was a little sensitive when it came to hunters. Her life story revolved around losing everyone close to her, and whoever was targeting Avandrya's for a slaughter-fest was only making it worse. That anyone could treat the subject so flippantly was an insult to the memory of everyone, human or demon, who had died such violent deaths in what was supposed to be a safe haven.
Turning on her heel, she followed Cedric out of the club, took one look at his motorcycle, and held up her car keys. "If you think you're safe to drive, we can take my car. If not, we'll take a cab."
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Post by Jack Chapman on Jan 5, 2009 20:07:44 GMT -8
A wise man would have walked away. I man with a lick of common sense, of common decency should have left things the way they were. The lady might have insulted him, but worse things had happened. She even had a bulky boy toy to watch out for her, one who likely was even more dangerous than he looked. This was also an Avandrya…this was NOT the place to go looking for a feud. The corner of his mind which held the strongest grip of sanity screamed, begged, pleaded that this was a Bad idea. Capital B. Bad!!!
The cold night air was welcoming, reminding him that he was now outside. Until that he couldn’t remember moving.
“You’re afraid of the hunters then.” It wasn’t a question. Even if Jack consciously didn’t know the madness did, the same as the madness knew to come here. “That’s why you’re in a bit of a tizz inn’it? Hey, I’m outdoors now!” The last sentence held a sudden shift in tone, moving from respectable gravity to innocent surprise. The transition back was equally seamless.
“Hunters don’t scare me lady. They’re human, I’m human. Most’ll at least give me fair warning before they try anything. I’m a bit different for them.” Jack could feel his hands going into his pockets, pulling out his pack of cigarettes. The fact the Oregon had banned his smokes had been a minor annoyance, one that wouldn’t have concerned him in any other bar in the city.
“I’m not even afraid of that man who is guarding you right now, even though I have a feeling he looks considerably more nasty beneath that two-penny illusion masking his true self. I’ve dealt with all kinds ever since my Gift came.”
Jack pulled a cigarette, somehow lit in a way he could only guess at, away from his lips. Steam and smoke flowed from his mouth into the cold winter night. The tobacco calmed his nerves, jarring him back to reality slightly. His anger, the emotion currently pressing on his power, had begun to fade. His eyes softened, replacing the madness in his eyes with sorrow.
“What I’m afraid of is waking up in the morning and not really knowing where I am. It’s like being completely stoned and waking up someplace unfamiliar every night. I’m afraid of wondering if today is the day that I snap. I’m afraid…” Jack stopped for a drag on his cigarette, before tossing the still burning tip to the ground. He slowly walked toward the woman, unwisely ignoring the man. “I’m afraid that I might have hurt someone I care about. And worst of all, I’m afraid of losing the thing that’s brought me so much trouble.”
He turned to go back for the bar, suddenly spinning back and accidently nudging the woman’s foot. “It’s not soccer, it’s football. Bloody Yanks.”
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Post by Cedric Von Engel on Jan 5, 2009 23:00:29 GMT -8
Cedric was just about to suggest that they should grab a cab… Considering that he still could figure out how to start those new fancy techno cars! That was until the crazy guy from the bar rounded the corner, still clearly having a conversation with the seer. He clearly was not all there.
The guard covering the back of the club snapped to and was reaching for his weapon… Cedric held up a hand to hold the guard, while his own hand was on the .45 that he had just tucked into the back of his jeans. Jack walked by the guard without even acknowledging his existence, and right up to the seer and Cedric. A ballzy move considering Cedric’s reputation for swift justice and considering that they where no longer in or too near to the throuviel.
Certainly this character was not afraid of anything… But then only the stupid, or the crazy where not afraid, and not being afraid made one not only dangerous to oneself but to those around. Not a team player. Cedric had seen so many of his kind during the crusades…. Those endless wars all in the name something greater, but was it? They where driven mad by the endless marching… Marching in to the kind of hell that could not even be described… Driven mad by the butchery. The butchery of your allies, of you and of your enemies. After awhile a short while the lines of sanity tend to blur… Drinking became a solace. Most of his comrades back then could only function when they where a drooling mess! So then they could not remember the faces.
“Son... afraid or not, let my part some valuable advice to you. You’re British, right? You might then recognize this then… See way back in my younger days when I used to fight along side King Richard the Lion heart, he used to tell me; “Cedric, I haven’t lived for this long, and won this many battles because of luck or courage alone. These are valuable traits in a man. But because I have never underestimated my opponents, on and off the field of battle… ”
Cedric paused for a second the take a breath, and relax slightly to better view the landscape around him and to watch the newcomer.
“But if you are intent upon these hunters, then I would suggest that you look else where, perhaps just sit and wait here too… But I must warn you about your loose tongue of their name. Others that you approach may think you are one of those hunters. And tensions are high. We all must walk more carefully these days. But if you are looking for a fight with me, then I regret that I must decline… My duties as the high protector of this establishment prevent me from accepting such challenges. However if you need to see what I am behind the mask I am forced to wear, you need only ask the lady here, and I am sure she will provide to you with a description.”
And with a grin and a chuckle Cedric continues.
“An old German proverb says; Alles hat ein Ende, nur die Wurst hat zwei. Which translates to; everything has an end, only sausage has two. Meaning; Everything must come to an end.”
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Post by Delilah Sterling on Jan 5, 2009 23:59:28 GMT -8
With a headache starting to throb behind her temples, ruining the fuzzyness she had been feeling thanks to all the drinks, she missed the baffled look Cedric gave her keys and David's car. Just as Cedric was suggesting a cab, Delilah heard a voice pipe up from behind them, making her drop the hand she'd brought to her head to turn around.
"You're afraid of the hunters then," the man from inside said, but she didn't hear much of what he said next.
"Of course I'm afraid of the hunters!" she hissed, adrenaline pumping so that she felt dizzy with rage and indignation. Cedric waved off a gun-toting, trigger-happy guard, but Delilah wasn't even looking past Jack, her eyes blazing on his.
"No idea, no fucking idea..." she began, only to be cut off as Cedric stepped up beside her and began talking in a much calmer manner. One thing that she did hear past the pounding blood in her ears and the flood of memories assaulting her was that Jack seemed convinced the hunters were human.
What on earth made him think that? She'd seen the carnage left in their wake, knew how horribly those poor people had suffered in their final moments of life. To think that humans, mere fucking humans just like her, did all that?
And the way he said it, he sounded so sure. So smug, so all knowing. She tried to calm her breathing and listen past the rush in her ears. She wasn't like this. She was cool, calm and capable under pressure. Only this wasn't the kind of pressure she was used to dealing with, it was all internal and it was eating her alive.
So much pain, so much fear, so much conflict in so short a time. Was she losing it? Was it right to be glaring at Jack at this very moment as though he was one of the hunters? Realizing that her eyes had narrowed on the man in a suspicious glare, she forced herself to look away, over her shoulder at David's car.
Oh, god, she missed him so much, it was almost unbearable. What would he do if he was standing on her other side right now? Probably grab Jack by the lapels and throw him against the side of the nearest car to interrogate him. But David was a demon, he was stronger than most humans and knew just by looking at a person's aura what they were feeling, whether or not they were lying. She wasn't some bionic woman, and all she could see was through Guises.
Feeling like she might just collapse with the war of emotions and alcohol tearing up her insides, she looked back at Jack and Cedric, furiously wiping at the tears leaking down her face. Breathe, girl, just breathe and listen. You're missing everything they're saying.
Cedric was saying something about sausages. Jack was looking right at her and talking about being afraid. Oh, dear. She'd missed everything.
Just as Jack turned around to walk off, he kicked her foot. Every emotion that had just a moment ago been struggling for the spotlight in her forethoughts completely vanished - like plunging suddenly into ice water, her body went rigid as every single muscle in it contracted in a violent spasm. Gasping, she stumbled back against the car and gripped the rear tire well with white knuckled fingers, her eyes wide and staring through, not at, Jack.
Sometimes, her past visions came as a blur of sight, movement, sound, like film turned too fast on a projector. And sometimes, only sometimes, it was literally like sharing that person's memory in full, unhurried detail. This time, it was one of the latter.
The kitsune brushed away her silvery hair, multiple tails flowing behind her. A slowly smoldering pipe lay beside her, the smell of opium wafting into his nostrils. It took him back to earlier days, when times had been simpler and a bit of artificial madness was exactly what he needed. “Business blows lately Jackie.” She replied, lifting the pipe to her hips and inhaling deeply, sending the smoke into her lungs. “Hunters fucked up a lot of things.”
Jack snorted. “You still look like you’re doing well to me. Don’t tell me that the market had gone bad. There are wiccans aplenty who need supplies, even the humans who are just pretending. What, are a couple of red-state hilibilies hunting foxes? I didn’t think you were in season.”
The fox spirit sent him a withering glare as the flame inside the pipe danced a bit higher. “It’s not FUNNY Jack. I’ve lost some good customers to these guys. What happened in Texas was only the beginning. They’ve been heading up the coast and they bring trouble wherever they go. They say that they head to a local Avandrya. No demon is stupid enough to try anything around there. They say that they’re humans Jack.”
“What kind of human decides to tangle with demons? The type that haven’t caused them any trouble?”
“Ones who are a different kind of crazy than you. Religious crazy some of them, or vengeance crazy. Sometimes their vengeance become their religion.”
Gasping for breath the moment her eyes came into focus, she coughed harshly into the crook of her arm, her diaphragm having contracted tightly on her lungs along with every other muscle in her body. Wheezing, she glared at Jack. "You fucking asshole," she spat, leaning on the car for support. "You don't know a goddamn thing about tragedy. You're so full of your smug ass self that you can't take anything else seriously. Get away from me."
Unaware of the fresh tears wreaking havoc on her make-up, she slid down the side of the car to lean against the tire itself, no concern given at all to the $100 dollar pantsuit she was wearing. "Go away, just go away!"
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Post by Jack Chapman on Jan 6, 2009 9:12:26 GMT -8
“And there’s a quote you might enjoy. “I accept chaos. I am not sure whether it accepts me…Experience teaches us that silence terrifies people the most.” Bob Dillion. However, I do understand your concern and I’m NOT looking for a fight. I’ll be more careful about who I speak to. When I’m rational anyway. If you haven’t guessed, I have…issues. It’s a side effect of-” Jack was a bit surprised at how rational he was being. Unfortunately he didn’t have the time to enjoy the brief moment of clarity as the woman who had been keeping away from his glance actually went rigid.
“Oh shit!” Jack cursed as he moved to support the woman, stopping when he recalled the words the large man had said to him. “She can see beneath your guise? And that makes her…oh boy.” A seer. Fate, being a bitch as usual, had decided to send him to a person who could SEE. Possibly see things that could be very, VERY, harmful. For both of them.
“Please let her not see my madness. Please let her not have to live through that!” He looked fearfully at the large man, not because he was afraid of the woman’s guardian but out of concern for the woman herself. “There are some things which only God himself should do. Please let her not have to live through that.”
He could see when whatever was bothering her end, her eyes going from a thousand mile stare to looking directly at him with utter disgust.
"You don't know a goddamn thing about tragedy. You're so full of your smug ass self that you can't take anything else seriously. Get away from me."
Jack stepped away, a strange mix of emotions going through his head. Clearly, if her greatest problem with him was that he was smug then she clearly hadn’t seen anything that would have deeply damaged her psyche. However…
An equally disgusted came over his face. “So much for being a seer. There is none so blind as one who will not see. None so deaf as one who will not listen.” Clearly she hadn’t been paying attention to what he had been saying before she collapsed and was suffering from martyr syndrome. She thought that she was the only one who had seen tragedy in her life. His being a “smug ass” was one of the few things he could control anymore, one of the last defense mechanism from his insanity but there was plenty.
He walked away angrily, heading to his bike. “If you’re looking for help, I’ll be hanging around.”
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Post by Cedric Von Engel on Jan 8, 2009 21:19:29 GMT -8
The Seer was going down… Cedric reacted on pure instinct, stepping forward to shield her, and to push the witch way, but he had already recoiled back and was walking away and spewing forth his nonsense. From his stance between the Seer and the Witch, he growled forth his rebuttal in German.
“Aufmerksamkeit, die Ihre Hilfe oder nicht notwendig ist, ist wahnsinniger Mann erfordert.” [Attention your help is not needed or required mad man.]
From beneath the guise, those glowing eyes flashed dangerously… The gun was in hand. Visions of blowing off his head, or a knife in the throat, or even cleaving the Witch in two danced before Cedric’s eyes. But for as angry as he was, he knew that the mad man had not tried to intentionally harm anyone here. Hell the Witch was most likely to not even remember that the event had even occurred much less where he went tonight.
Just as quickly the gun was away again, and as he watched the insane man disappear around the corner he called out again.
“You are a danger to those around you Witch… So tread carefully mad man, for some of us bite… The hunters will be the least of your problems”
Seeing that anymore threats had left with the Witch, Cedric quickly twirled, and whipped off his leather jacket, only to reverse it in front of him, and slipping his hands back into the arms of the jacket, but only part way through, to form a sort of bib in front of him. Looking down upon the Seer, he hesitated a moment...
Would she receive another vision? Was she effect to much by them? He didn’t know… But he couldn’t wait for her to recover sitting there in the snow, and slush and cold. He needed to get her up and moving! So after only a moment hesitation he spoke coldly.
“Delilah, I have to get you up… If you have another vision, let it wash over you like a wave… Visualise it washing away.”
He didn’t know if that was helpful, or even relevant! So he lounged in and using the leather jacket to shield her from him as best could by slipping a covered hand under each arm and hauling her up with ease. Did the leather even protect her from his touch? Again he did not know. But it was the best that he could come up with that was on hand.
“Seien Sie stark wenig ein.” [German: Be strong little one]
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