A Baaad Taste in the Mouth [Private, Renown] (Closed)
Dec 23, 2023 23:30:16 GMT -5
Post by Flint Caldwell on Dec 23, 2023 23:30:16 GMT -5
"No worries, yer all good," Flint responded to Sylvari’s laugh with a chuckle of his own, relieved that she wasn’t harmed while his body was out of control. However, he couldn’t help but wonder if the fist-sized hole in her armor was his fault. This time, though, he'd rather be blissfully ignorant than feel guilty about the damaged armor being his doing, and there was no way in hell he had the funds to help with the repairs. A sigh of relief escaped him at the mention of his chivalry still bein’ intact. "Thank god. No offense, Sylvari, but you ain’t really my type. Yer pretty and all, but…" He paused, then added, "Never mind, It’s complicated," a hint of embarrassment coloring his rugged cowboy visage.
As she described what had happened while he had lost control, he placed his hand on his chin, seeming to ponder for a moment. He’d have to ask Javal if that was what he remembered seeing. "Well, ain’t that somethin’. And yer sure they weren’t just my regular purple flames, right?" Confirming the appearance of the flames would provide a lead for what was happening to him. He had a feeling that this connected back to the raid atop Mt. Drakolt a month or two back. Nonetheless, he shook his uncertainty out of his head. At the moment, there was no need to worry about something that seemed to help him.
With an energetic grin, he quickly hopped up from his seated position, stretching out his arms and rolling his shoulders to check for any lasting damage. Seeing that the only damage to himself was the slash on his shirt where he got cut, he flashed Sylvari a thumbs up. “Yep, I’m right as rain.” He placed his palm atop her head for a quick second, and his tattoo hummed with purple energy as it traveled down to his hand. “And now you are too.” He removed his hand and tightened his fist at his side in response to the residual buzz from his healing magic. "Now we’re even, and here, don’t go messin’ up yer nice gloves with blood," he joked as he tore a piece of his tattered cloak off and tossed it to her.
“Welp, let’s get these critters back to where they belong,” he joked, subconsciously winking as he walked back to where he remembered stashing the Woolfuls. However, he stopped in his tracks and closed his right eye a couple of times, looking around with his left eye. Then the realization hit him; his vision felt weird because his left eye was back to normal. He shot a look of disbelief to his veiled companion. "Now how in the blue blazes did you do that? You fixed my eye!"
As she described what had happened while he had lost control, he placed his hand on his chin, seeming to ponder for a moment. He’d have to ask Javal if that was what he remembered seeing. "Well, ain’t that somethin’. And yer sure they weren’t just my regular purple flames, right?" Confirming the appearance of the flames would provide a lead for what was happening to him. He had a feeling that this connected back to the raid atop Mt. Drakolt a month or two back. Nonetheless, he shook his uncertainty out of his head. At the moment, there was no need to worry about something that seemed to help him.
With an energetic grin, he quickly hopped up from his seated position, stretching out his arms and rolling his shoulders to check for any lasting damage. Seeing that the only damage to himself was the slash on his shirt where he got cut, he flashed Sylvari a thumbs up. “Yep, I’m right as rain.” He placed his palm atop her head for a quick second, and his tattoo hummed with purple energy as it traveled down to his hand. “And now you are too.” He removed his hand and tightened his fist at his side in response to the residual buzz from his healing magic. "Now we’re even, and here, don’t go messin’ up yer nice gloves with blood," he joked as he tore a piece of his tattered cloak off and tossed it to her.
“Welp, let’s get these critters back to where they belong,” he joked, subconsciously winking as he walked back to where he remembered stashing the Woolfuls. However, he stopped in his tracks and closed his right eye a couple of times, looking around with his left eye. Then the realization hit him; his vision felt weird because his left eye was back to normal. He shot a look of disbelief to his veiled companion. "Now how in the blue blazes did you do that? You fixed my eye!"