Did Emil think he couldn’t apply the bandages himself? Not that he cared too much, but he had to say that the determined touch in the others voice didn’t leave room for him to argue. He simply obliged and did what Emil had asked.
Leaning on Emil for some kind of support was challenging since everywhere pretty much felt like he got thrown under horses, but he wasn’t going to complain. Though his sharp intakes of breath must have been making it obvious. The second Ratatosk got out of these woods, he was going to take a long nap. That’s what he decided. He was sure however, that was going to end up happening anyway the second some kind of sense of safety was felt. Exhaustion tended to work that way.
“It’ll be okay,” he voiced it enough, hearing the sharp hiss through his mouth. He knew the other’s condition must have been bad, but … It was worrying that Ratatosk was this badly injured. Especially on his lonesome. Had he no-one else around? Slowly, he inched Ratatosk to the ground to rest against the trunk of the tree. “I promise, I’ll take c-care of you.”
This was where now the difficult part came in. “I need you to to point out wh-where your injuries are ( or the not-obvious ones ) some might need me to remove clothes … “ Maybe, Emil was unsure. If the other had as many bruises ( as it appeared ) than it would be prudent to take get them cleansed and bandaged as soon as possible. Though, something told him he might have some arguments there.
“Here, this should d-dull some of the pain.”
Of course now Emil hands over the apple gel, a gingerly awkward smile wrapping his mouth. He’d forgotten it … the obvious guilty look to doing so was befitting him.
Upon the tamer’s creature approaching, a half-step back would be given, weapon snapping back into full-transformation of dualblade. Jaw clenched as it was temporarily considered to bring the wolf down as well—though tamed monsters fell into a category of that which would bring guilt upon his conscience. Head tilted upwards as eyes glared down, daring the blond to finish—what did he not understand? That monsters had hearts too? Sure—one could certainly argue that in the case of a normal monster. Nova monsters didn’t, couldn’t—and if they did, they were filled only with hate and pain.
It would be a mercy killing.
Weapon would be dismantled, one of the individual arm’s length daggers being stored beneath coat as he approached the blond, warily eyeing the tamed wolf. Though he could just as easily using healing artes at long range, it was easier to do so up close should one desire precision. And in this case—he was still unsure whether or not to provide healing. The blond would cause less trouble if he remained injured, though ideals generally frowned upon the looking over of hurt.
He’d only begun to hold his hand over the other’s arm before hearing mention of the Nova monster’s survival. Teeth were gritted as the healing arte was halted, fist clenching at air. Eyes were directed towards the monster, narrowing in further disgust.
“We don’t. You least of all. Nova monsters are to be eradicated on sight— that’s how it is. In case you’ve yet to understand— death would be a mercy for these beasts.”
The single weapon in hand was given a rough snap, dagger replaced with ranged gun in an instant to be raised as aim was taken and trigger pulled.
Emil did not move. Quiet, his head lowering in silent acceptance to the words which were spat. Monster. Fingers slowly tightened together, ignoring pain which raced up the limb, staining dark clothing with blood. He stared at the creature, listened to it, could hear it. Listen to the hissing, pain it was in, hatred it spouted again and again. A muzzle gently pressed against blonde hair, resting there. Huffing and blowing the blonde piece of hair that would forever stick upwards upon Emil’s person down lightly before it sat back up in it’s place.
He would not argue. Not this time. His power was not efficient enough to tame this beast, not in the way it was. No matter how much he wished otherwise.
His bangs hid his expression quietly. Flinching at the sound of the bullet, Orion’s ears tilting forward at the noise, making a soft growl in the back of his throat in warning. Though no movement was made to otherwise leave the blonde’s side. Emil lifting the free hand once more to entangle itself into fur. Keeping it pre-occupied to ignore the pain in his other arm.
“D-death is a permanent solution, for a momentary problem.”
His words were soft, not made to retort, but instead to provide an open opinion upon the blonde and how he viewed the life of even this creature. One he felt akin to, one he understood, was able to feel their pain and ripping apart of essence. Green eyes slowly lifted.
[ i knew they were like this ]
Yes.
He did.
Ratatosk and he both had, even while he had remained much more of a separate entity, he had known it. “I’m sorry.” Emil’s head canted forward, hand falling down to his side to show a remorse for the action he had given, despite how genuine the feelings behind had been.
“My actions w-were reckless and … I should n-not have intervened. It was not in my ri-right, right to do so.”
A hiss of discontent came from his inner consciousness. Telling him Emil –as the Lord of All Monsters– he had every right to step in for a monster which would offer itself to him. Though Emil was only to bite his tongue for such a case. Because to him, animal and monster companions were so much more than simple servants that was once thought they were only.
Their emotions, their voices, their words were so simplistic, so feral, honest and sincere, it was difficult to not find himself much more attracted to them as friends and party members than the humans themselves that he would meet. “Though y-you are right about one thing … th-these creatures you call monsters … it is a m-mercy …”
No one should have to live through that much pain.
Yet, despite his feelings, Emil could not give a further explanation, instead lifting his head and going to turn away. Healing arte forgotten as he leaned against his wolf companion. He saw the distrust linger in blue eyes, the steps taken away and response of a weapon given to the animal besides him, despite it’s prior helping in such a fight. They would not be welcomed, nor would they be accepted, it would seem, in this place either.
Would it be similar to Luin?
No … nothing was as similar as Luin. If given pause or calling, Emil would stop, but only if he was called to stop. Pain ringing the edges of green optics, dragging on black bags tugging upon pale skin. A reminiscence of feeling, a realization, an understanding, a futility … Most monsters, once defeated –or weakened to the state of exhaustion– would typically seek him. Seek the spirit for comfort, seek the spirit for protection, wishing to attempt allying with him at least.
Nova creatures (there was a refusal to call them MONSTERS) seemed much different than Emil initially anticipated.
Protect the citizens—what exactly did this dense blond think he was trying to do? And a beast tamer? Nova monsters were untameable, beasts spawned of Lambda’s hatred that had a singular motive: destroy. As if anyone could tame such a monster. It was with incredulous fury that the lieutenant attempted to without himself from dropping weapon and shaking the other in forceful attempt to clear his head and shout some sense into the blond.
He would merely stand back as the blond initially rushed the Nova monster post his wolf’s attack, biding time and observing. His hand was clenched tight against the combined handle of his weapon, teeth gritted rather forceably in annoyance. As those petty attacks were handed by the blond, the lieutenant merely raised his own weapon, a sharp snap activating the mid-transformation of a bow, free hand moving forward to draw a string of pure eleth. Rather than rush once more into the fray and risk another interruption by the now injured young man, he would simply stand back and take aim.
Eleth bowstring was released, a single heavy arrow of destruction upon the sole Nova monster. Singular and deadly action completed, he would move to approach the injured blond, hand propping on hip as weapon was left to fall. Gaze directed downwards was one of extreme contempt.
“Shall I perhaps explain how undoubtedly idiotic what you just did was? Or might you be expecting some semblance of healing for you actions? You seem as if you could useit.”
The cuts were not too bad, Emil was not a complete idiot, but the fact he had them to begin them was sample enough of what idiocy he was capable of. Yet the action responded, green eyes spinning to turn, yet dizzying motion only made him stumble awkwardly, fingers clinging to the bleeding arm. It hurt, but not enough to cause immediate danger.
Flinching at unkind words, Emil turned his attention back to the fettered monster upon the ground instead. How could he explain to someone who wouldn’t want to see it to begin with. Lowering himself down to his knees, the blonde lifted his head to the sky to breathe, wolf-like creature spinning to rush forward, barking, howl to threaten the man so near it’s master before a sharp hiss escaped and the beast slowly stopped feet away from the two of them.
"…Y-you don’t realize it… I know th-that but…“
It hurt. His chest ached incredibly, all those words that were spat between a muzzle as the creature cursed humanity. Fingers curled, tightening into his skin before he pushed himself up.
”H-healing would be nice.“
He decided to mumble quietly, pretending he didn't say what he had begun earlier. It wasn’t his job to say that. He couldn’t save everyone. He couldn’t save all of them – ”Th-thank you … I’m sorry… I thought that I could … help w-without anymore death.“
But he was wrong. Orion whined tilting his head back and forth. – } worried.
Motion forward for the wolf to come up, the tall creature stood above Emil, sniffing his arm and licking at it and the blonde as he stared at the monster on the ground silently. So much hatred, so much pain, anguish. It was difficult at times to fight things like that. Especially when they knew the exact buttons to press for the summon spirit. Yet hands lifted, pressing into fur to calm down the creature with knowledge of fights past.
”He’s not dead yet.“ It wasn’t a question, but a statement, ”How d-do we get him out of here?“
the close call left a sour taste in the back of his throat ; tangy anger that rose just as quickly as it plummeted in exchange for concern. the mess he could deal with later. whatever had been in that box was probably gone for good, all the leftover notes and journals nothing but burnt paper. a few flames flickered but died out soon enough.
like most of his peers, the boy couldn’t have had any ideas on what the device was .. but the clothing didn’t match what the students wore. unless he was a patient that’d gotten extremely lost ? or an aspiring future student ? regardless, he needed to deal with him before taking account of anything else. jude knelt by the boy, hand barely touching a shoulder, not looking to frighten but rather to soothe and comfort.
’ are you okay ? you didn’t get hurt, did you ? ‘
trained eyes looked him over, picking him apart to find something wrong, something out of place, whatever was needed for the gears in his head to turn and spin, to throw the doctor side into casting a healing arte.
’ —— that .. that was a spyrix. it’s a device used in elympios ; it’s extremely harmful and dangerous to use. but .. it’s weird. i’d never seen one react like that to someone. ‘
Fingers clung to his ears, eyes closed tight to avoid such feelings. Hurt, hurt, hurt. His chest hurt, his body aching, mantra pound -ing in his skull. Deep voice resonating causing all feelings of anxiety to amplify for the summon spirit. Body numb to the touch meant for comfort as confusion still clung to his body, stubborn as soaked clothing attached to skin.
“Hu-hurt…” he repeated the words, as if trying to put meaning to something simplistic, “N-no…I, am I? I d-don’t…”
Warmth, a light of warmth capturing at Emil’s body through healing. Slowly his his sense caught within itself, mantra dead behind a voice which could not be heard.
He was safe, Emil shuddered once more, green hues slowly opening behind golden eyelashes, looking up to the man in white. Who was this person? Who touched his shoulder so easily, with a look of concern that near set Emil’s nerves at ease–
The spirit quickly shuffled backwards, shoulder trying to move away from the help. Worry as he heard the next statement capturing Emil’s heart in a vice grip. What did that mean?
“W-what? I don’t– w-what’s different? What does a spyrix d-do?” His words were quick, stuttered awkwardly.
{ Spyrix, spirit, something to do with us– } { Death. }
Emil’s eyes were quick to lower afterward. Mouth dry, he slowly whispered– “S-sorry…”
It was one word at first, but it was repeated. Again and again it was repeated, mumbled under his breath while trying to figure out what it was he’d done. What was so different…
“You don’t remember my name?” He asked, was he really certain that he met the younger at all? He paused before opening his eyes again to get a better look at him, something seemed…different.
“The name’s Alvin.” He finished, he tilted his head to the side, “Though…I could’ve sworn you were….” He trailed off, eh didn’t wanna sound like a dick saying the other wasn’t as timid the last time he met him.
“oh…oh g-goodness…” By the goddess, so he had done something?
Yet, when he tried to force the memories to the surface, all that could return was blurs and his lips bit down on the bottom. “W-well…you see…erm…” How to explain?
{ Maybe if I say I was drunk? That … that’d work, right? }
His eyes were quick to duck as fingers began fidgeting with a ring lightly, “I’m…I’m really sorry A-Alvin, but…I … m-might have been … just a bit drunk …” Worry was quickly capturing his chest, making it more difficult to leave. “…so…c-could you maybe…what…what did w-we do? If that’s not too much to ask, I mean.”
Green eyes looked up, a look, downcast, like a kitten that just got soaked in water and didn’t know what to do about it– “…I…d-didn’t hurt you, did I?”
[ ] Was this one of those creeps or could he really sense aura? Her instincts gave only a tiny answer but, she didn't argue against it. If it was true, then this could be interesting, if not, well she always did want to see if she could use those claws of hers. "If you can sense aura than that means you're not an average Joe." The comment was quick as she shifted in her hoodie, watching as the nervous person took a few steps back.
Besides, she was a plain old Han Junketsu that had an eye that stayed demonic. Nothing else besides her teenager stupidity"And if my aura is so interesting why didn't you just ask to follow instead of acting like you're chasing me? A lot of dangerous shit has been happening in this town."
“W-well…” Emil swallowed back the words in his throat before choosing to pick them out carefully, “You…you just said it though…d-dangerous things are happening, so wh-why would you trust the p-person who just showed up out of th-the blue?” He at least thought that made sense. Certainly it came out better in his head than how he spoke it, but that always seems to be the case for the poor blonde with a cat caught upon his tongue, fingers now working to twirl the black piece of cloth around his neck into different shapes.
“You…you feel familiar…l-like someone I’ve run into before…” While Emil did not know which person he referred to, only going from feeling alone, what he was remembering was the faint memory beyond the Guinnungagap, from whence demonic beingspounded into the otherwise lord of all monsters he was. Conscious faint in those situations, Emil could still feel their claws, feel their taint, their essence, and while now being given something similar once more…
The feeling of her brought upon one of nostalgia for the green-eyed summon spirit, a bubbling of emotions swirling from his other self. “…and…and I d-didn’t want to make you…feel b-bad…”
