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[Sha'kar]

Sha stopped cold, of course she would be armed, of course such an angry and clearly not fully sane individual would be holding a weapon. He could feel the warm liquid well out of him onto his shirt, His bottom arm moving to apply pressure, hoping to stop the bleeding after the blade was removed. He had ignored her words telling him to stop, and even now for some reason the blade hadn't stung as it should have. "Stop," he said as he tried to hold her there. "Look, I know you have some issues with something in your life, and I also can tell you don't like me or my race," he muttered as his throat began to ache, this would take some effort. "You can't judge many by one, personally I can see why you wouldn't like them, I can see how i was ignorant and annoying, but you must see that I am not of their qualities." Gasping for air a moment before speaking again, his arms still trying to contain to woman. "I want to apologize, I want to make amends," he said, the words sounding dumb even as they left his mouth. Why was he here now, why was he trying to keep the woman who had just stabbed him here. Then he felt it, some warm feeling on his face, blushing? Was he blushing due to those few who watched as they passed, or was it because of her. No. No. That couldn't be it, that was impossible, and yet as he looked back, he couldn't see any other reason as to why he had still acted towards her. Odd, first arguing, then nearly hitting her, then hugging the psychotic girl, and now thinking about mental possibilities. Was Sha falling apart at the seems himself. What was he doing now, why was he doing it, for what purpose or gain. He couldn't tell, he had lost track of his own thought now, his mind devoid of anything but the current situation and this girl.

[Ana Sol Starris]

Having of been pressed into the Eypharian's side, her face scrunched up in dislike to being touched, eyes unfocusing a tad as she tried to look where she had possibly stabbed the fool. He should have been cringing in pain as it seemed to her she had gotten him in the side, should have been backing away, taking her seriously that she wasn't someone to be messed with but nope! The fool was still hugging her like a love struck, romanced idiot, expecting her to change her views on him, because of what? A simple embrace?! He should have been getting angry at her, attacking her for stabbing him, back in the bath house- he should have slapped her in the face. Should have, but did not. What was holding him back? Frustrated with the whole situation, and the Eypharian that she hardly knew, or rather- had just met. There was a twitch to her shoulders as her limbs were slowly taken by a shiver, a hot flushing to her face, glad to have her ugly mug hidden from view. An anger entered her movements as she began to kick, push, and shove to get him off, she wanted him to hurt her, she wanted him to get angry, she wanted him to punish her- PETCH. Stop apologizing you dolt! She seathed inwardly, did he really think idiotic apologies could change anything? It was sad enough he had entirely misconcieved her blatant irritation for racism, gods, petch her! Stop, he said. No, she should have ran when she heard footsteps behind her, but she did as he asked with one thought in mind. Where the petch is my dagger now? WHERE IS IT?! Eyes watering terribly as not one, not two, or three, but multiple tears began to streak down her face. Her attention went to the small opening where she had stabbed him earlier, three arms kept her in place, and one had went to cover the bleeding wound- she could easily escape that way if she moved a bit there. Of course, she could always kick him where it really hurt, but she wasn't a fool, that would send him to the ground, and with an open wound that was still bleeding profusely... That would have been a death sentence. Ana was not a murderer, but that didn't mean she would always remain innocent... She accepted the eventual fact that when she left Spires, she would eventually use blades to taste flesh, and steal life away, but not if she couldn't help it. Gritting her teeth, she breathed out in as patient of a tone she could muster out, she began ranting at him "you're such a petching.... UGH..." she gripped tight onto his shirt, body convulsing in jittery shakes "you think I need you...and your petching apologies, do you really think I've been screaming at you just because of your race?!" There was a pause just to breath, to choke down the emotion that was over-filling itself now. "NO!" she vented out, cracking under her own self created pressure, perhaps he had broken her just a smidge with his awkward responses to her actions; balling a hand up into a fist she tryed to repeatedly smash it into his chest, not caring if her already small hand would begin to sting. He's apologizing to me...Does he deserve to be forgiven? He certainly didn't have to... but... It was an awkward transition, from trying to punch him, she slowly started to break down further into a sobbish mess in a matter of moments "I've been kicked around, told to get out, and that I'm never to be seen again, had a fall out with my friends, and now I'm utterly denounced by them..." "Now this...th-this....you stupid oaf...Can I ever get a break?! Gods might as well smite me now and be done with my useless arse.." Was it her frustration speaking? Her insomnia? Pain, and isolation, or perhaps a bit of all three thrown in the mix that made her snap for a total stranger. Shuddering, she just.. She couldn't stand it anymore, her mind kept trying to comprehend the Eypharian's ulterior motives but could only relate to her past events... Maybe if she had as much courage as this fool did, she, Zandelia, and Ximal, would all be a trio again..

[Sha'kar]

Sha looked at the woman. She seemed to break down before his eyes. Contemplating for a moment before beginning a new set of actions. Telling him that it had not been his race, trying in vain the strike at him with her hand. She explained her woes, the reason for her tension and stress. What was wrong with her, how had these things come to be, why did they come to be. She couldn't be bad enough to deserve such things, no. As her last words left her, Sha felt himself cringe. No, that wasn't true, was it? It couldn't be. "All life is deserving," he whispered, why would she say that, how could she say that. He had apologized so much, only guessed on the issues of this woman, and as far as he could see they ran deeper than he could have imagined. They seemed to hold her in this frame of existence, something that could be more, but was less due to actions and mistakes of the past. "I don't see why you view the world in such a way," he muttered, " you couldn't have made enough mistakes to merit such an end." "The world and the nature of ones being pulls one to make mistakes, there is no reason as to why they must guide us." He loosened his grip, his lower arm that wasn't on the wound reached up to rub his throat. His mind flashed back to many of his own mistakes, to many of his own follies. They didn't define him though, they didn't guide or bind him. Or was that even what was binding her, what was it? He had guessed wrong so many times before today, so why would he be right this time? "If my words are wrong," he began to say, until his head began to feel light. He let go as he crouched down to one knee. One arm was not enough to calm a stab wound. Blood loss was one hell of a conversation stopper. Would he pass out? Would he black out and be left by the woman to die in the streets? What would happen now. What could happen to prevent the bleeding. The blood still seeping through his clothes as he moved his hands away. "Another mistake," he muttered as he stood up again, wobbling on his feet. "I need to get medical assistance," he said as he rubbed his throat, his lower arms finding their way to the wound.

[Ana Sol Starris]

But I did make enough mistakes.. I should have kept my trap shut and shouldn't have opened it to send daggers at Revy, Zandelia would still need me.. But no, its all eyes for Revy, all the love and affection goes to that shyke-savage.. For what? In exchange for our own friendship? How Ana wanted to continue striking him but found no energy to do so, too focused on steadying her breathing and listening to him as much as she could. Shyke, I can't believe I ended up actually stabbing him.. Shyke... This is my fault. Hes only trying to comfort me, what the petch is wrong with me? Ugh! I'm no better than Revy. Squeezing her eyes shut, she looked away from the blood, trying to erase it from her mind. No matter how hard she tried, the flash of a dark red kept bubbling up underneath her eyelids, the bloodied hands covering a wound. What was she suppose to say, to do? Opening her eyes to look at him, she took a step back as he fell to a knee, her senses spiking with a deeply saturated fear that he was going to die at that very moment. Ana was not a murderer. Eyes wide, she watched him stagger back up and start walking away. Stumbling. Ana didn't exactly know how to feel about that, but if she were to try and describe the emotions that blasted and bombarded her at that very moment... She felt angry, responsible, and worried. Grabbing the dagger which lay on the ground stained with the Eypharian's blood and sheathing it without wiping the liquid off, she hurried after. "Shyke, you petching arsehole..." Ana hissed out to his retreating figure, moving close to catch one of his lower wrists and pull his arm over her shoulder. Her other arm went to wrap around his waist. This was her fault, she had to correct what she had done, and she knew the way to the infirmary too. Growling out "I'll get you to the infirmary, just don't petching die on me, so if you start feeling the need to rest... Just lean on me. Okay?" She didn't really give him much of a choice as she started guiding the Eypharian to the Infirmary, but it could have also been named comical, such a small woman attempting to be a support for a man twice her size. Hilarious. Hopefully it wouldn't backfire on them until they got to their destination. To Ana, she was just paying him back... After not reacting negatively at her because of the constant verbal abuse towards him. Oh, and attempting to be nice afterwards, which still confused her. "Why do you care.." Ana mumbled out, after awhile, they had been staggering to the Infirmary and it was within their sights, just a couple of feet more and they would be inside.

[Sha'kar]

Sha could make out the last stretch to the infirmary now. Women was stronger than she looked, but he could feel his body began to grow heavy. His eyelids felt like led. So close, he was so close, if he could just keep enough strength to make it to the door at least without passing out he would be golden. Yet, sadly the world had other plans, for as the women asked him that final question. A slow decent followed the words as the world seemed to slow down. His dead weight was too much, and he fell from the women's shoulder. He tried to speak, but all he managed was a labored, "Because," before his fall. Hazy, his mind and vision were blurred, he could faintly hear something, but only for a moment. So there he lay, the eypharian, probably weighing too much for most of the passerby to lift, clad in very easily stolen items. At the mercy of a women he had tried to help for no reason, who in turn had had an emotional break down and stabbed him. Why he had tried helping her, why he hadn't stopped, both himself and the women didn't know, and would never know if he were to bleed out here, only feet away from salvation as it appeared he would. Now then, would he die, would this be his final moments, when he had barely left a scratch in the world, no one would care, he had no more family, no friends, no enemies, the only people he barely knew were the giant, and this women. His life in her hands, hands that had put a knife in him moments ago, hands that now would decide his fate. What a wonderful turn of events the evening had held for Sha'kar.

[Ana Sol Starris]

"SHYKE!" Ana screeched, feeling his weight intesify and suddenly triple to the point she had to let him fall to the ground or else be crushed underneath. She stared at him, his response echoing in her head, she didn't know what to do. What was she suppose to do? Oh gods. Oh gods. I've killed him. Shyke. Shyke. PETCH! Ana looked around herself, panic setting in, the infirmary was only a few feet away so she shouldered the door open, lunging to get the last few feet there. They had to help him. They just had to. Past the door she went, huffing, she hadn't ran or did anything so terribly exhausting but she was panicking... So much right now. Even if this was a stranger, someone she had stabbed with the intent to kill, she was not a murderer.. "We need a medic!!" She said loudly to whomever would hear her, pointing out the door wildly. Few nurses stared at her for a moment or two, Ana snapped at them "well don't just stand there!! I can't carry him on my own!!" they finally hurrying after her, it took four of them to move Sha'kar into the Infirmary and onto a cot. One for each limb, and pulling him along the ground where they would proceed to check the stab wound. Afterwards Ana was ushered a few feet away, a nurse taking her by the arm and saying quietly "he'll be fine, we believe he passed out from shock, and a loss of blood, but the wound itself isn't too terrible." The nurse nodded at Ana befor snickering lightly to her "others come in with worse here." Turning away, and walking back to whatever she had been doing before the commotion. Well thats a relief.. Ana grimaced at the retreating nurse, her humor lost on ears deafened to previous panic. So the fool would not die by her hands.. Ana would make sure he was okay, but for now she would wait for him to wake up. Bells seemed to pass by, agonizingly slowly. Plopping down onto his cot next to him, glaring at his face with a pout to her cheeks. Why did she help this stranger in the first place? It would have been easier to just let him die from a loss of blood, but then again, Ana probably would have felt the guilt of her actions. There was already too much strife and pain in her life, and the lives of others that she had inflicted upon them, she didn't need to do it to another person and take their life in the process. Ana looked away. Rubbing her face slowly with her palms, squeezing the nooks of her eyes next to the bridge of her nose in tired, angst. She peeked past her fingers to look at the Eypharian, she didn't know his name, he didn't know hers.. Because.. Again the word snaked its way into her thoughts, she still didn't understand why. If he hadn't of cared, he wouldn't have ended up stabbed.. Did that mean that those who cared ended with demises to their names? Ana looked back over to the Eypharian as if he would just open his own eyes, her own gold orbs began watering again, she just didn't get it.. Was compassion a weakness?

[Balderdash]

Delicious rewards! Happy days and jubilation!

Ana :

Skill	XP Awarded
Intimidation	3
Stripping	1
Rhetoric	1
Swimming	1
Persuasion	1
Interrogation	1
Brawling	1
Weapon: Dagger	1
Observation	1

Lores: Nudity Is Still Evil, Nyka Can Do Serene, What Five Silvers Is Worth, Traumatic Experience: Dread Naked Eypharians Rising From The Deep, Bath Adventures Suck, Damned Pushy Eypharians, Honey To Emotionally Damaged Flies, Rapists Are Like Cats, Disliking Someone Makes Them Gay, Please Don't Be Spray-Tanned, It's Not Entrapment If They're Jerks, Burn!, Meanie BSOD, Petch Symenestra; Just... Petch Them, Escaping Watery Madness, Seeing Red, Ending Conversations With Stabbing, Terror Hugs, Tempting Fate, Shanker's Guilt, Doubting Virtue

Items and Consequences: -5sm, Repute: Southern Quarter +5

Vladimir :

Skill	XP Awarded
Swimming	1
Observation	2
Socialization	1

Lores: Bad Times To Chat People Up, Caught In The Middle

Misc.: Nil.

Sha'kar :

Skill	XP Awarded
Swimming	1
Rhetoric	4
Harassment	1
Intimidation	1
Stalking	1

Lores: Tact Is For Losers, Don't Care 'Bout No Spelling, Critical Conversation Failure, Women Are All Confusing And Two-Faced, No Means No, Called Gay, Defending One's Honor, Burn!, Held By Plot Mandate, Acknowledging A Mistake, Chasing Crazy Girl, Putting People On Hold, Not Enough Information, Crazy Always Packs Heat, Defensive Glomming, Ending Conversations With Profuse Bleeding, Injuring Oneself For Others

Items and Consequences: Repute: Southern Quarter +3. Your character has a severe laceration! Stiches have been applied and the wound has been cleaned, but Sha'kar will need to visit the infirmary regularly for the next three weeks.

Well, this was interesting! And a touch more intense than bathhouse trolling. Keep up the good work!

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