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Not a Free Healer- Alabyn/Jhasi

forgottenchampions:

He wasn’t entirely sure when the Nords decided to give a skeevers arse about anyone except their own, but the barkeep was right. From the size of that injury the khajiit would’ve probably been alright had he had it looked at immediately, but judging how small the ice shard was compared to the hole in his shoulder and how bloodied his robes were, he’d been fucking around for at least half an hour or so.
The mer exhaled with deep agitation- couldn’t ever get a break the second people figured out he was a mage. In this damned province, it was a 50/50 between getting heckled for being one of those ‘damned mages,’ or people being under the delusion that one would work for them for no charge.
“I’ll see wh- uh– I’ll see what I can d-do. For a price.” Alabyn cracked his knuckles. He propped the unconscious khajiit onto one of the chairs, pressing around the impact; didn’t seem to have severed any arteries slowly prying away at the shard when it wasn’t slipping out of his hands.

“Ah–” The mer startled when blood began to gush the moment he had loosened the shard. Okay, there was definitely artery damage here. He grimaced, any lacerations to the axillary artery were generally difficult to heal. The shard must’ve been lodged in enough where it could keep a decent amount of pressure on the artery, generally something hard to do for the axillary. “Sorry k-khajiit, you’re not g- you’re not going to like me here in uh– in a minute.” He was going to have to dig into his shoulder and directly heal it from there. He looked at the barkeep, mouth stretched, “If you’ve g-got any fresh cloth around, I’m going t- I’m going to need it here in a m-moment.”

Dagur nodded, looking a little concerned at all the blood that was spreading through the Khajiit’s robes, idly wondering how long it would take to drip on the floor as he turned to grab some unused rags from the bar.

J’hasi barely came out of that haze of pain and darkness he was stuck in before he heard someone speaking Cyrodilic, eyes barely cracking open to see more red, blood gushing from his shoulder, burning warm now, the ice…the ice was gone? Where…? He tried to look up, but his head felt so wobbly and light, like he was going to float away… All his nose could tell him was that there was blood everywhere, and there was fire. He could hear it crackling over his ragged panting, shallow and light.

“<Where…?>” he mumbled, his Dunmeris slurred, but it was the best he could manage right now.

“Here, this is what we have that’s clean.” The Nord handed over a small pile of worn-out bar rags, clean and dry at least, looking down at the Khajiit, whose head slumped forward, unconscious again.

“Is…is he going t’be all right?”

Secrets Down Under- Icarus/J’hasi

brothersofthedominion:

Every hair on the justiciars body lifted as a chill ran down his spine. That sounded a lot more closer than it needed to be. The Altmer slowly turned to immediately feel his heart drop to a dead stop. A pair of green eyes in the darkness of the hallway pierced his soul and not a moment later, the black blur possessing them leaped towards him at an ungodly speed.

“Sleck!” The mer shrieked, scrambling to get away– only to be blessed with slipping and falling onto the snowy ground just as the massive black blur launched over him, missing him only by a few inches.
The golden color drained from his skin as his eyes were glued to the predator– A humanoid wolf creature towering over him, saliva almost poured from its maw. <”Oh sweet Magnus, no. No, no, no, no- Oh sweet merciful Magnus–”>Paralyzed in fear, he couldn’t take his eyes away from those familiar eyes. His mind was a blur of haphazard thoughts, breathing had never been any harder than it was now.

He eventually got enough of a grip of himself to start crawling backwards, it was the only thought process that he could comprehend in this time of panic– Move. Get the hell out of there. He eventually found enough force in his arms to push himself up, following his immediate rational instinct of blasting everything he had at this creature. Animals were afraid of fire. This should work. This had better work.

The ‘wolf snarled in annoyance when it missed it’s clumsy prey, turning as it landed with claws sinking into the thick coating of ice on the floor, leaving deep gouges behind. It ripped them free, claws clicking on the ice as it followed the crawling creature, jaws dripping, eyes burning holes into the quarry’s own… It licked it’s chops, saliva hanging down in thin threads from its sharp canines, bared, ready for blood…

When the prey got up onto its feet, the ‘wolf lifted its lips in the start of a roar, a deep growling already crawling up its throat, it was hungry and it wanted the taste of flesh now-

-only to yelp when a wall of fire rushed in from out of nowhere, startling the ‘wolf even as the flames harmlessly passed over it’s pelt, getting a shiver from the sensation. No scent of burnt fur, or feelings of pain…

The werewolf shook its head with a snort, a little blinded from the sudden flare of light, shaking off the heat from its pelt, looking up…

Its prey had fled.

The beast inhaled deeply, rising up on it’s hind legs to let out a bloodthirsty roar, infuriated by the trick. It was going to feast well tonight.

[A freshly-shed Blipley.]

[Guess who has wifi at they apartment now? >:3c]

Not a Free Healer- Alabyn/Jhasi

forgottenchampions:

… I’m sorry, could you describe the smell?“
“Like some horrible monster was turned inside out, and then exploded. What did you do?”
“It was a minor miscalculation. I’ve already corrected it for future experiments.”
“This– This is why people have a problem with your college, Nelacar.”

Alabyn peeked from behind his copy of “Response to Bero’s Speech” to take a look at the old Altmer wizard. Now that this Nelacar has a face and a name, he had better hope he doesn’t find out which room he resides in.

The Battlemage crumpled his nose; that aroma smelled so good he was convinced he hadn’t a single nose hair left un-singed in the wee hours of the morning. He technically was not to join the college until tomorrow, but with all this bullshit going about, he was considering just packing and heading straight over.

He sighed when the door to the inn was opened, flurries of snow blew into the warmth of the small building.
‘Ah yes, lets um, lets let in all the c-cold air why don’t we? I was st- starting to think it was get- getting a little hot in here.’

His eyes didn’t leave Bero’s Speech until he was startled by a loud thud at his feet. The mer glanced down, observing a black khajiit crumpled on the floor with a icebolt lodged into one of his shoulders. College Robes, but then again its not like one would be seeing Khajiit out in this area for the breathtaking scenes.

He inhaled deeply from his nose, its as if the Archmage knew he was coming and decided to send some of the students over right away. He shook his head, returning back to his book.

“You should- ah– you should probably consider g-getting that removed. Not uh- Not g-good for your health.”

J’hasi’s ear twitched at the sound of someone talking, but…it was getting hard to focus… His head was all jumbled up and slow to process what was said, and trying to push himself back up was met with only a wobbly attempt before he slid back down to the stone with a hiss of pain. The Khajiit squeezed his eyes shut, trying to remember words as he heard someone approach, catching the scent and that was the barkeep, wasn’t it? Alcedonia? No, wait…

“By the gods… Nelacar, can you-?”

“I’m afraid my talents lie elsewhere. Perhaps someone at the College could help.” And with that, the Altmer slipped back into his room, leaving the Nord to sigh with annoyance and drag the Khajiit to his feet. J’hasi groaned, disliking how the movement was making the entire room spin, as well as making his stomach lurch ominously. The Nord looked at the other mer in the room.

“Please, sir. D’you know any healing arts?” J’hasi shivered, he was fucking freezing and he was done with this touching thing, hissing out a curse in Jel before trying to pull away from the barkeep with little success.

“<M…m’fine… Fine…>” he mumbled, trying to get away from the firm grip on his arms. By the Hist, was all that red from him? The Khajiit took a step away from the barkeep, only to black out again and fall flat onto the floor once more, writhing silently at the stab of pain of his shoulder being aggravated by the remnants of the ice from that fucking…draugr…

Dagur tried to gather up the Khajiit again, this time with more success due to his apparent unconsciousness.

“Please, sir. This…this looks bad, and I don’t think I could get him across to the College in time, I don’t know where their healers are, if any. I’m sure he’d pay you once he wakes up, he’s paid his tab in full before.”

Secrets Down Under- Icarus/J’hasi

brothersofthedominion:

Icarus struggled to open his eyes, but he could definitely hear sounds– low growls rumbled through the halls of the icy chamber, followed by silence. The mers face scrunched as he yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. It took him a moment to realize how cold he was and that his robes were partially soaked from falling asleep in the snow.

<”Shit!”> The mer seethed through his teeth, scrambling on his feet as the panic began to set in his mind. How long had he been asleep?! What game of Questionnaire would Ancano play with him as soon as he got up there. Why did his mouth taste disgusting. And just what-

His thoughts came to a screeching halt when a booming abhorrent howl echoed throughout the entire Midden. Every hair on the mers body raised on its strand.

And just what in the holy name of Magnus was that?!

His instincts were screaming at him to get out of that place. The justiciar was hesitant at first to open the door, maybe stay hidden until whatever that was was gone. He pulled his dagger from its sheath, stuffed the tome into his jacket. The mer creaked the door slowly, peeked both ways. The coast was clear, the sounds he heard earlier sounded like they maybe came from below. As long as he went up, he should be fine. The mer ran his way up the hall and–

Oh gods.
Sure there were plenty of ways leading up, but most of the entries he saw probably did not lead back up to the college. He glanced at all the doorways frantically, choosing one and hoping it lead up.
Worse case scenario, plenty of places to hide.
Hopefully.

The beast panted excitedly, the broken strap had allowed it to shake off the harness, leaving it trailing along behind it before another vigorous shake left it to tumble into the snow. It was free, there was fresh meat lurking in this place, and the lack of other fresh scents made tracking delightfully easy. The were sniffed the ground, then the air, following its other scent upwards through the winding paths with ease, freezing in place when it caught a stronger whiff of the prey-scent it had been teased with before.

The ‘wolf approached the messed snow, the scent of bile strong in its nose before it moved to a flattened patch of snow, sniffing carefully. Young. Relatively healthy. Ate well, and had eaten recently…presumably before it had thrown it all up across the room. More importantly, it had only left minutes before.

The werewolf lifted its head, sniffing around, then found the bootprints in the snow, baring its teeth in a hungry grin as it trotted along on all fours, sniffing, catching up to its quarry. The scent of old bones, wet stone, ice, snow…it was merely the drab gray-and-white background to the fresh, bright red scent of the prey’s blood, the tinge of acrid yellow-green of vomit, the slightly-sweet and salty scent of sweat…

When it came closer, it slowed its trot to a walk, then a stalk, sniffing and finding that the prey was close. It slipped through a door soundlessly, careful not to let its claws scratch on the floor as its muscles quivered in excited anticipation of the hunt, the chase…the taste of fresh blood and flesh in its mouth, over its teeth and claws…

When it heard the prey’s breathing, it crouched down low, sticking to the shadows, readying itself to dart forward, eyes locking onto the vulnerable flesh of its leg, a quick bite and it would be unable to flee… The ‘wolf licked its chops quietly, then issued a low growl from the shadows…

11 & E?

11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

Depends on the situation. If J’hasi’s tryna get into some place he’s not supposed to be in (aka if he’s stealing something, tryna sneak into some place for information, posing as a distraction for a partner in crime, etc), he’ll just roll with it with hardly missing a beat. He’s fairly good at improv on the spot, and letting a target ramble on often gives him more information so he can better fake that he’s supposed to be here, oh would you mind directing me to this person who works nowhere near this important door you’re supposed to be guarding hmm yes, I get rather lost…

With friends he’s comfortable with J’hasi will ask for clarification, just to make sure he’s not misunderstanding. Those he’s not so close with he’ll go quiet and listen to them go on and maybe some point along the line he’ll understand. If he still doesn’t understand, he’ll kinda do a recap like: ‘so we do X and Y, then we go to Z?’ to see if that’s what friendo was meaning, while posing as sort of a TL;DR explanation of the situation. When it’s business it’s similar to this, though he’s more of the ‘cut to the chase’ kind of guy when it comes to merc or bounty work.

If it’s someone he doesn’t like (*COUGHCOUGH*ICARUS*COUGH*), then he just ignores them or gives some sort of insult or quip. Even better if he calls them something insulting in a language he knows but they don’t, because now THEY’RE confused, how do you like them tables turned?

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E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

Me and J’hasi would get along p well I think. We have similar interests and we both enjoy time spent with other people in similar fashions. Actually having J’hasi as a roommate would be pretty good for me, get me out of the house and find some forest or park to walk around in. Would be good until he started darting after rabbits. He’d probably need a child leash.

J’hasi would probably be alright with me. A little pissy and stubborn when it came time to talk about things that upset him or trying to solve some sort of emotional issue, but by and large he’d be alright with me. He’d probably get super pissed if he found out all the bad crap in his life happened because I said so, but maybe he would be a little gentler about killing me if I told him I made his story a little less awful on such a consistent level. I gave him friends and family that he genuinely loves! He’s no longer a born and raised killer! Though Shadows tried to do that with him but like…c’mon, conflict drives a story, man…

How would they react to suddenly being hugged?

J’hasi likes hugs. But only when given by people he trusts to some extent. A stranger is likely to get an elbow somewhere unpleasant and thrown to the ground with a Khajiit ready to fight standing over them, mistaking the hug as an attack or an attempt to restrain him.

A new friend is likely surprise, jumping a little, maybe seeming a little alarmed, but if nothing bad happens, then he’ll slowly relax, but be just a little tense in his gut, that lingering ‘what if?’ keeping him from accepting it completely. He might return it slowly, but it varies on the time he’s known the person and the trust he has in them.

A well-known friend to a best friend sort of area, he practically melts into their arms, returning it wholeheartedly and playing with their hair or running his hands over their back or shoulders, usually resting his head on their heart if he can, otherwise putting his chin over their shoulder and fully embracing them. Lots of purring. Him happy. It’s all good things when he trusts someone and they hug him.

J’hasi is a massive slut for hugs, but lack of trust in any living and mutually-feeling people means he’s usually anxiously standing in the corner and watching all the other kids hug it out.

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J’hasi frowned.

“That guy at the festival? Seems nice, just doesn’t talk much is all. I…I was pretty drunk, so I don’t remember much more other than his eyes. They were real pretty.” The Khajiit rubbed at his jaw, thinking before shrugging.

“Wouldn’t mind having him at my back in a barfight, but anyone who looks like they can take and throw a punch is more than worth their salt in that sort of situation.”

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“U-um…” The Khajiit swallowed, ears flicking back as his eyes darted to the ground, lingering over the worn cobblestone and the blades of grass that attempted to retake the road. He forcefully blew out the air in his lungs, seeming to take some of that roiling anxiety out with it, rubbing over his forehead.

“H…he’s a good teacher, n’ I learn a lot from him, but…” J’hasi let out another huff of breath, fidgeting in place.

“Hist…he…he terrifies me. I can’t tell if he’s blind or what, but he always seems to know exactly when I screw something up or say something stupid and…” He shook his head, inwardly cursing at himself for just the thought of the Altmer was making his hands shake.

“I-I don’t know if it’s because of what he taught, or that eerie prickling feeling I get around him, or what, but… It’s like he pays attention to every little move I make and uses it against me when he’s not happy about something. …usually my spellcasting.” Although that time he and Icarus had escalated a fight to more than just hissed words in class and was subjected to cleaning up the cadavers after dismissal certainly would’ve been more than enough reason…