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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 27, 2023 23:36:42 GMT -5
C'Leena felt awfully proud of Nephele. She was probably way better with her fists than C'Leena is with a blade and watching her go to work was extremely entertaining. She did want to check her hands after this, though. C'Leena noticed that they aren't wrapped, and this she's running a pretty decent risk of breaking a bone in her hand simply from punching someone.
And then her mood soured. The nobles are apparently incapable of following basic requests to stay inside. C'Leena growled in profound annoyance and jabbed downward, severing his Achilles tendon. C'Leena ran to the door of the carriage and stood by, ready to start fighting more people should it come to that. However, C'Leena has another problem to deal with right now.
"GET THE FUCK BACK INSIDE YOU DOG!" she yells, hatred and rage coating her words. This is the single angriest she's been in an incredibly long time, and she would love nothing more than to use the noble as a baseball bat for whatever poor shmuck comes up to her; if any. "Are all nobles just fucking incapable of following a simple goddamn order? You lot were told to stay inside, so FUCKING DO THAT! GO, YOU DUMBSHIT!"
Nephele's bandit then began running toward her; more likely, the noble. She readies herself, settling into a defensive position, planning to distract while Nephele does her magic. Now that she thinks of it, C'Leena is fairly sure she hasn't seen Nephele use magic. Huh.
The bandit arrives, and they're pushing hard on the offensive. C'Leenas movements begin a familiar flow once again1, blocking and parrying each and every strike. With Nephele right on his heels, C'Leena shouldn't have to keep this up for too long. Her waltz takes on trance-like properties, her body flowing, shifting subtly as if the wind was nudging her in just the right way to be just out of reach of a swing, or just in time to parry a blow. Her wound looks as if it should be hindering her, but she dances as if it weren't there. The veritable amount of blood flowing down her side says otherwise, however.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 28, 2023 0:21:01 GMT -5
Well now they'd done it.
Nephele had never heard C'Leena use that tone of voice before. If she hadn't been so dead-set breaking this man's neck, her feet thudding against the ground heavily as she sprinted, Nephele would've probably halted in her tracks. It was, admittedly, very attractive, but she wouldn't be caught dead saying it aloud.
The bandit was fairly preoccupied trying to get around C'Leena, swinging inarticulately with nothing but pure malice in his movements. It was repulsive to look at, no discipline in his movements and making it easy for Nephele to dart forward, letting out a cry of effort as she rammed the butt of her palm into his exposed neck. It was a sudden, violent gesture as his head dropped forward, falling down to the ground heavily as he collapsed. Nephele wasn't sure if he was unconscious or dead, but suddenly she didn't seem to care as the dust settled, her chest heaving as she came down from her adrenaline high.
And then she screamed in pain, holding her wrist as she crouched to the ground: "SKATAAA!!"
The screech was shrill and loud, unlike any sound she had ever made before. It couldn't deafen anyone, but it was a miracle that the birds hadn't comically taken off. Nephele was 90% sure that she had sprained her wrist, the pain horrible as the adrenaline caught up to her. She was clutching her upper arm with enough dramatics to be in a Shakespearean play, but she felt that pain to her toes and fingertips and it was like electricity. She continued cursing up a storm in Greek, saying things she couldn't even translate if asked as she did. The threat was over, though, so that was a plus.
Except that Keira was still leaning out of the caravan, still watching, horrified. She had apparently failed to obey instructions, falling into freeze mode at the threat from both C'Leena and the bandit.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 28, 2023 0:59:15 GMT -5
And like that, it's done. C'Leena was panting, but no amount of exhaustion would prevent her from shifting gear from 'Beat you to death with your own arm' to 'Doctor C'Leena Thomas'.
She dropped her rapier and knelt down with Nephele and gently took her hand from her death grip. A quick once over shows the beginnings of swelling - very unsurprising. With great reluctance, she begins probing and checking to see if anything in her hand is broken. "Sorry dal, this'll sting," she warns, before starting.
It takes no time, and thankfully she can't feel anything broken. At most is a hairline fracture, but with how fragile the bones in the hand are, it's more likely to fully break than fracture. She does the same with the other hand, reaching the same conclusion.
C'Leena stands up to go find her medical kit - because of course she has one. She stands, and immediately stumbles, vertigo hitting her like a truck. It takes her a second to figure out why. Oh, right. Blood loss is a thing. Whoops. She looks down at her blood soaked hip and casts a quick healing spell simply to stop the bleeding1. She's unsure if magic also cleans out wounds, but she's not going to find out the hard way.
Walking away for a few moments, she returns with a rather hefty box. She sets it down and opens it up. She casts her light healing spell again on Nephele to, once again, stop bleeding. Since it requires contact, she gives her a quick kiss on the forehead. It works a charm. From the crate, she takes out a roll of bandages inscribed to act as a magical icepack. She gently wraps up Nepheles wrists. The inscriptions glow a faint blue and begin to chill.
"You're doing beautifully, sweetheart. Just a few more things, okay?" She says in a tone reserved for patients. Even Nephele would recognize that she's no longer C'Leena, but instead Dr. Thomas.
Reaching back into the box, she brings out cotton balls and pure alcohol. Dampening the cotton in the alcohol, she begins slowly but surely disinfecting the various stabs and cuts Nephele has acquired. The alcohol stings like a motherfucker, and C'Leena understands that better than most, but she continues, anyway.
She goes through 5 cotton balls before she's satisfied with the job. Setting the bloodied cotton balls to the side, she crouches once again infront of Nephele and kisses her again, casting a different healing spell2. The inscriptions covering both her arms, hidden under illusory skin begin to glow a stunning gold. The sigils float off her arms and layer themselves over Nephele's open wounds and a number of other minor injuries. The healing is an uncomfortable process, with a sense of itching you'd only get with scabs.
Once the healing is complete, the sigils return to her arms and begin to wink out, hiding once again. C'Leena pulls back and does a quick once over, revealing nothing but unmarred flesh. She smiles, but her job isn't quite done. Going back into her medical box, she digs through for a moment, quietly mumbling "Tetanus, tetanus.. Where the fuck are you? Aha! There." Out she pulls is a small syringe which C'Leena has been referring to as a Tetanus shot. It's not really a tetanus shot, but instead some alchemical crap that purifies blood. It works, so she's not complaining.
"You're doing incredible. One final thing, okay? I'm going to give you a shot, it'll be barely a pinch," She warns, before pausing. "Oh, shit, that's a cool bug," She says in a frighteningly convincing tone. She said that to serve as a distraction to avoid Nephele tensing up. Syringe goes in and comes out within 10 seconds, over and done with.
"Done and done. Beautiful job, Boo. You hurting anywhere else?" she asks. This entire time, she has either disregarded or not noticed the pair of nobles looking at them both.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 28, 2023 1:36:13 GMT -5
It takes everything Nephele to not yelp in pain, trembling like she was freezing cold. Every tiny poke and press into her wounds made her wince, but every time she went to clench her fists the injured one shot a bolt of sharp pain through her. At the very least she was able to stay still, almost forgetting she had fought off bandits for the first time in, well, ever. She had fought other things before, but Nephele had preferred laying low to fighting immensely. She clearly needed more practice.
With a sharp hiss, Nephele slowly gets through the operation with a lot of wincing and jerked movements. The only reason she hadn't been irredeemably uncomfortable was because of who was helping her, having never been checked up by a doctor or healer before. Her ears had drooped at this point, cringing at the feeling of the spell mending her wounds. It felt like her skin was being plastered together from the inside out, but she supposed she couldn't complain. Also, the kisses helped.
After she had been fully treated, Nephele nearly toppled over from the overexertion. She should've guessed that she wouldn't be able to do too much without seriously hurting herself, being as every time before C'Leena she simply let the wounds heal on their own, willing the pain to go away. This had been her first time fracturing something though, and while it felt marginally better now, the phantom pain and scratchiness of her throat was still there from when she screamed.
Instead of verbally answering, Nephele used her arm to loop around C'Leena's neck as if she were trying to stand. She surged forward into a kiss, sighing in relief and thanks at the help. She too hardly noticed the nobles, and pulled away after around ten whole seconds to let out a groan. "Sorry, I didn't think it'd hurt that much. Thank you, Cee. Thank you so much."
She would have gone back in again if Keira, nosy wench, hadn't loudly disrupted them again. Nephele wanted to pass the hell out, exhausted as the girl's shrill voice shouted:
"Is this a joke?! Quit lollygagging and move!" Keira ranted, huffing angrily with her arms crossed. "I mean, could you be any more disgustingly unprofessional! Utterly ridiculous!! Aren't you supposed to be, like, strong or something?! Ugh, what do we pay you for! This is exactly why we do background checks, Y'vaan. Should've known better to hire a stupid human and a fairy harlot!"
The rant continued in that direction for a while, with Nephele dropping her head into C'Leena's shoulder. It was almost as though even if Keira appeared younger, she had the most mouth between the two. In fact, her audacity was almost physically draining, and Nephele groaned in protest at the voice like shrill needles carving in her eardrums. She was too numb to insults to really retaliate, but she did pause to look up at C'Leena. "Whatever you're about to say, please don't get arrested for murder."
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 28, 2023 3:18:30 GMT -5
"But it's so tempting," she whined, before she said much louder "You do know that you would be dead or kidnapped without us, right? Also, I'm sorry that someone loves me, you snot-nosed, insufferable excuse of a human being. Please do us a favor and carry a tree with you to replace the oxygen you waste. Actually, make that two," She says in a rather intimidatingly calm voice before moving to look at her own injury. Raising her - now torn - black shirt, a large laceration is made obvious. C'Leena winces, both from the pain of it and the unanticipated severity. The injury looks to be a few inches deep and about 6 inches long. Thankfully, it's a rather clean cut so there was no tearing.
"Your brother sounds like he is unironically named Theodore, you sound like all your friends are simply there for the fact that you have money, your damn clothes don't even fit you, both literally and in a fashion sense and you have such an irredeemable personality that one could confuse you for a bitch, where in reality you're just a cunt. Not even poverty would want you in their lives, let alone another noble." C'Leena finishes her own tirade, continuing that calmness in her voice with a final statement. "You will die alone in your bed, wondering where it all went wrong in your sorry excuse for a life." She finishes with a sigh and a shake of her head, before taking a further look, truly absorbing how bad the situation is.
"Ooh, yeouch. That's gonna need stitc- no it doesn't, cause I have magic. I fucking love magic." C'Leena says quietly enough so only Nephele can hear. At this point, C'Leena is now promptly ignoring whatever tirade the noble is going on as she slowly begins cleaning out the wound.
"Hey, reckon you could help me out, here, please? Theres a small pouch chocka with cotton, take a few out, dampen them in the alcohol and give this nasty bastard a bit of a clean. Better if someone else can actually see whats going on." Truth be told, C'Leena could do this entirely by herself without issue. But she also knows Nephele generally needs something to do, and she had been concerned about C'Leena for a while. Two birds with one stone. After issuing her Very Important Tasktm, she rifled through the box again, pulling out yet another syringe which she injects into the carotid artery. It's not the best idea to do so, but when she has no thigh to jab herself or not enough shoulder to do so either, you kind of run out of options.
Blood loss slowly creeps up on her. She's no longer bleeding, but she was bleeding quite profusely during the fight. Truthfully, she should have stopped the bleeding immediately, but she was focused on the fight and not on herself. Mistakes happen, at least she didn't die. That would have been unpleasant.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 28, 2023 11:01:58 GMT -5
Nephele listened to C'Leena as she talked, keeping an eye on Keira as she was practically dissected. The noblewoman visibly paled, spluttering as she simply failed to make coherent sentences, before going back into the carriage with tears welling in her eyes. Whatever she was about to say died in her throat as she saw, lo and behold, that C'Leena was bleeding, too. She gasped at the sight of it, assessing the wound and dipping her head to examine it. It was a nasty cut, perhaps just enough to scar had they no magic. Luckily, one of them had that covered.
She wordlessly followed Cee's instructions, feeling a swell of pride when she remembered the vague stuff. As she cleaned the wound, whispering gentle apologies whenever she felt she pressed too hard, Nephele clocked the ruggedness of her breath. C'Leena had evidently and very obviously lost a lot of blood, and it would have sent her into a panic had she not been inebriated by the fight herself. She was clearly rusty.
Deciding to make the executive call, Nephele hummed, looking up at the position of the sun in the air. They probably had about two or so hours until the sun set, by her standard calculations. She sighed heavily through her nose, helping C'Leena stand.
"We should rest the night. Everything about today has been long and exhausting, we should get around this spot and recuperate." Nephele said, mostly to Cee because she couldn't find the strength in her to shout again. "Need help getting in there? I have to do something before we depart."
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 28, 2023 12:33:55 GMT -5
"Agreed. We need to move that tree in the road, too." she says. She looks pale, her breathing labored, and even though it's generally quiet, her heart is very audible and is practically racing. Once Nephele finished and helped her stand up, she stumbled for a moment, before straightening up. "Gotta move these blokes too. Only that one is dead," she points to the bandit face down in the dirt, with an obvious hole in their back.
She begins walking toward the wounded and heals them just enough for them to scarper, which they do so with no hesitation, taking their dead buddy with them. Only then does she close her wound1. She moves to the carriage, looks up to where she needs to climb in order to sit and sighs.
"Reckon I might take you up on that offer to help. Fuck, I bled a lot more than I thought. Absolute motherfucker." She leans against the wheel of the carriage, taking steadying breaths. She feels like absolute shit, and her muddled mind feels like it's about to conk out at any moment. She's not having a good time. Though she is curious about a few things.
"2 things. One, what is it that you need to do? Second, where did you learn to fight like that? It was rather impressive. Also do you know how to properly wrap your hands up to prevent breaking your hand?"
It's obvious that C'Leena isn't doing well. She looks sickly with how pale she's become. Nephele would get the feeling that the prosthetics are the only reason she's upright. At least she was able to vent a lot of her anger at the noble. She feels no remorse about that one; in fact, she feels proud that she could formulate all that while suffering from rather severe blood loss.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 28, 2023 13:34:04 GMT -5
Nephele gave C’Leena a fond smile, finding woozy Cee cute, despite their situation. The nymph slung C’Leena’s arm over her shoulder, helping her take the step and supporting her body as they stepped up with a groan of the carriage tilting a bit. It took a second, but Nephele somehow managed to hoist Cee into a sitting position. Her face hid any pain she had as she lifted her into the box.
”That was three questions dearest,” Nephele playfully booped C’Leena’s nose, fixing her hair. “I will gladly answer everything you want me to when you’re more than semi-conscious. Right now, you must rest. I’ll try to think of something.”
Strangely, Nephele did not answer a single question asked, her smile not reaching her eyes. She looked over to where the other bandits had once stood, suddenly frowning. The sight of blood staining the ground made her expression unreadable, and she reached into her sling bag quickly, rummaging around. Nephele withdrew her waterskin, uncapping it with some difficulty and holding it to her lips, unsure of her arms were operational. “Drink.”
”I’m serious, Cee. You’ll worry me.” Nephele carefully guided her to drink, minimizing every flinch into a blink or deep breath. She then stood, walking over to the edge of the carriage and hopping down again. She called over her shoulder: “I’ll be back!” Nephele then begins to walk toward the spot where the blood had scattered the path.
With her back turned to C’Leena, Neph began to dig. And it really, really hurt. She swallowed her soft cries of pain any biting her lip. Still, like an unconscious instinct, she continued to dig a hole in front of the spatter, around four inches thick. Nephele sighed, luckily the bandages not unraveling too much. She then began kicking and pushing the sullied sand into the hole, concentrated as she tried to focus on not vomiting. Nephele pushed the sand on top of the blood and sighed, feeling her stress ebb away as that urge dissipated.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 28, 2023 14:07:47 GMT -5
C'Leena scoffed softly, a faint smile on her face after it was pointed out she asked three questions, and not two. Once she was helped up, she slumped back, head hanging backward. Her posture reformed slightly when she was asked to drink, which she did after a moments hesitation. " 'Preciate it." She didn't miss the fact that none of her questions were answered. She'll ask again later.. If she remembers.
She then realized that her rapier is still on the ground, and she makes to dismount before pausing. "I have magic. I don't need to go down cause I have magic. God, magic is so fucking cool," she quietly mumbles to herself, before the sword rises into the air and snaps into C'Leena's waiting hand1. She fumbles with sheathing the blade, but gets there in the end.
She looks to where Nephele went ahead of the cart. Her eyesight and foggy mind make it difficult to decipher what exactly she's doing. Is she.. digging? Why would she be digging? Wait is she using her hands? Oh god fucking damn it, woman. You're a sweetheart, but not the brightest. She thinks to herself. In an attempt to confer with Nephele, she casts Message.
The message feels addled. Muffled, almost. The spell feels sloppy, so much so that Nephele can pick out emotions running through C'Leenas mind, as well as completely unfamiliar topics like Tachycardia and Tachypnea. Apparently, they relate to fast heart rate and fast, shallow breathing respectively. Perhaps she's trying to diagnose herself?
"Dal, I swear to God, The Son and the Holy fucking Spirit, if you're digging with your damn hands I'm not going to be happy. Blood loss or no, I will find a way to treat it." Through the message, behind the words are various feelings of Fear, Anxiety, no small amount of Anger (Which you can confirm is still aimed at the nobles) and, most prominent of all, Concern and Adoration, both outweighing the slurry of other emotions tenfold.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 28, 2023 14:46:53 GMT -5
Nephele heard the thoughts filter through her mind, startling as she processed anything and everything that C'Leena was transferring to her. It was almost overwhelming, but Nephele found herself giggling. She should have known that C'Leena would clock what she was doing, visible or not from a mile away. Nephele's hands stopped and she responded.
"I can fix my own bandages, I promise. I'm just finishing up, the ground is sullied and I'd like to have some peace of mind before we leave." When she responded, C'Leena could process a few of Nephele's emotions, too. There was triumph, love, trust, exhaustion (she'd never admit that one though), and then...something else. It was unclear, but instead of it processing emotionally, it almost sounded like a second voice in Nephele's head. It was like white noise that coupled with Nephele's thoughts, low and humming and almost insistent. It became apparent that they were whispers, but she seemed entirely unaware that the unintelligible sounds were there.
The sounds wore off in time with the spell though. Unbothered, Nephele packed the dirt on top with purpose, standing up and nodding to herself. Please don't follow us.
Once that was done, Nephele stood up and walked around the makeshift grave counter-clockwise, pinching her nose as she did and walking back to the carriage. She finally let out a heavy sigh as she returned. Nephele still felt uncomfortable, but at the very least she had finished the ritual. She stood on the step, her shaky hands planted on the foot of the box so she could see C'Leena. It was like she'd forgotten they were fractured as she peered over at her.
"How are you feeling love?" Nephele asked, evidently unaware of what had just happened. "Any better? We could sleep here and I can keep watch for the night. It's a terrible spot, but we're not in the best position to move a tree."
She carefully climbed into the box, tired for once in her life but smiling regardless.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 28, 2023 15:27:12 GMT -5
C'Leena smiled faintly. Truthfully, she still felt like shit and probably would for some time, but oh well, she'd live. "Give us your hands. You could have worsened it," She scolds lightly, speaking with a tone akin to a mother talking to their child. She takes both of Nepheles hands in a gentle grip. A quick look at both hands under the bandages show that nothing has been worsened, which is a relief.
C'Leena pulls out the map they've been looking at and takes a second to trace where they've gone and find where they are currently. She takes out her pencil and notebook and begins to slowly write some calculations, mumbling as she does so. "We were moving at.. lets say 10 kilometers an hour. From here to fucken.. desert place, I dunno, was about ninety to a hundred kilometers.." She continues to mumble as she writes, buggering up the math a few times as she does so. Eventually, she gets it right.
"Alright. Back the way we came is a trail that will extend our trip by 3 more days. Your hands are in no place to lift anything, let alone a fallen tree, I'm no better and we both know the nobles won't get their hands dirty. I won't be back to my norm for.. A week and a half, give or take. Seeing as I don't have to generate as much blood as someone with all their limbs, that's good."
She pauses, frowning. "Did you ask me something? I feel like you did but frankly, I have no idea what it was." she says honestly. It's honestly a miracle that she was able to do any sort of math in this state, so she feels extremely proud of herself for that one.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 28, 2023 15:55:38 GMT -5
Nephele merely laughed quietly, minimizing her reactions as C'Leena checked her hands over. She found it adorable that she was trying so hard to sort her brain together in such an inebriated state, and Nephele tried her best to follow her math with unsure eyes. What she did understand was that there was a trail back the way they came, which was completely fine by her. It would take a bit of effort, but Nephele could steer them that way. With some luck, Cee's calculations would be off if they continued to move at a steady pace, and maybe they'd get somewhere sooner rather than later.
"Well, looks like we're taking the long way then." There was a finality to her tone as Nephele took off her shoes, stretching. "I'll take us that way now, we can go until dusk and we can let the horses rest. I should let them know before we take off." She added, gesturing vaguely to the back of the carriage where if they listened, they could hear the hushed whispers between the two.
Her eyebrow then quirked up in confusion at C'Leena's half-conscious question, trying to recall if she had said anything before. "Um, do you mean when I asked if you were alright?" Sleepy C'Leena was both endearing and worrying, but she chose to not point it out. It seemed counterproductive, and her partner was in no state to argue.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 28, 2023 17:16:21 GMT -5
"Oh! Right. Honestly? Feel like complete garbage. Uhm, don't be too worried, this is normal for.. only severe anemia! I'm gonna be zonked for a while, about 1 and a half weeks give or take. Should be less zonked by the time we reach wherever it is we're going, but eh."
"Oh, and yeah, tell 'em. I can't be fucked yelling at them again, though." She says as she refolds the map and stows it away. She leans forward and rests her head in her hands, the dizziness starting to get to her. She has a feeling this trip isn't going to be pleasant.
Nephele goes to tell the nobles, which goes down as expected. Complaints galore, although Kiera seems to be quieter than usual. Still voicing her displeasure, but at a much lower volume. V'aas is much the same, still loud and now complaining at how C'Leena treated his sister. They are largely ignored.
As the trip goes on, the days go by relatively slowly for C'Leena. She's doing one of 4 things: One, she's sleeping. Two, she's eating and drinking. Three, she's actively trying not to throw up or Four, she's actually making conversation. Most of the time, she uses Message to talk, as she's stated "I swear, if I even dare to open my mouth, it won't be pretty."
Although, as time goes on, C'Leenas condition visibly improves. Her skin looks healthier by the day and she's slowly becoming more lively. Soon after C'Leena becomes more present in mind, the village comes into view. The village seems to have rather basic fortifications, and from the outside seems like nothing special.
Going through the gate, explaining what they're doing, C'Leena points out a good place to stop and finally get this damn job over and done with. Parking the carriage, C'Leena and Nephele dismount, and prepare themselves for the torture that is asking for payment. C'Leena is far more steady on her feet now, able to move unaided.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 28, 2023 19:07:30 GMT -5
As the days passed, Nephele had grown truly irritated with the nobles, as they did with them. She had been the one to mediate most things on the days coming up while C'Leena healed. Nephele hadn't exactly the heart to yell at them as they were so young, but she had to very sternly tell Keira off when she claimed to know a better route than the one provided by C'Leena's map. ("I'm telling you that you're wrong! I remember when we were sent on the path the first time there was a bump, there hasn't been one all day! You know I'm right, stop lying to me! Stop looking at me like that!!" "...What the actual he-")
In short, Nephele was exhausted. She nearly lost her mind trying to talk to the boy, but he said nothing of merit without his sister popping in to answer for him, sewing things that should have counted as slurs with how harshly she spat them. Yeah, Nephele hated children. It was official.
By the time they'd arrived at the village, Nephele was overdue three days for her biweekly nap. She nearly stumbled off the carriage, staring up at C'Leena. She had dark circles under her eyes, which shouldn't have even been possible for her species (turns out it was just dirt, but her point still stood.)
"I'll get them, I'm used to their shit by this point." Another thing that came out of this development was that Nephele had begun to swear in Common English now, but not very often. She'd probably not do it again after today, next time simply opting to be poor. Still, when she dropped an irate "stupid fucking kids" a day ago after having another talk with them, it was still just as jarring as seeing an angel flipping off a child. "S-Sorry, I meant I'm used to their...stuff. Ugh, nevermind."
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 28, 2023 19:58:14 GMT -5
C'Leena's response to Nepheles sudden vulgarity was to simply start laughing. Easily the hardest she's laughed since arriving in this world. "Oh my god," she wheezes out. She gets her bearings quickly enough. "I've been a bad influence on you! Corrupted my darling angel!" She raises her arms to the sky, in exaggerated anguish. She laughs again and drops her arms and slowly climbs down to the ground.
"I ain't disabled, despite what my home would define me as. I need to stand for a bit, anyway. Lets get this over with." She walks to the door and knocks, steeling herself to be.. at least not outright hostile to them. Opening the door is V'aas, who already has a scowl on his face. "What do you want?" he spits out.
"We're here. You're safe and sound, minus bruised egos, and we want payment. As agreed, we're owed 50 Solars each for your safe arrival." C'Leena, despite her condition, exudes a certainty and authority that brokers no argument. V'aas seems to recognize this with a scoff and shuts the door. Something V'aas didn't recognize, and something that Nephele would know is that the contract never stated 'Per Person', only total.
A few moments go by, enough time to start wondering if they've made a runner before the door opens back up again, the boy holding a pair of coin pouches which are practically thrown at C'Leena and Nephele. "There's your money. Now leave!" The door shuts again, and C'Leena has a pleased smile on her face.
"May we never meet again, Young Master V'aas." she yells into the carriage, somehow managing a condescending tone in the title. She chuckles softly and begins unloading their various items from the carriage. The nobles can unpack their own crap.
C'Leena got the last laugh. She can now cross 'Scam a pair of nobles' off her bucket list.
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