RP:Be Seeing You

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This is a Healer's Guild RP.


Summary: Toth has skills, this requires some study and a little bit of interaction. For Sabrina, this might be too much. He doesn’t seem to be giving up.


Toth would have his shirt on the ground next to him, standing a bit away from the dummies that were over run with the moss and nature that has grown over it. His bow held up and arrow notched as his breathing is slow and methodical, between breathes his arrow would be released and meet it's mark where the bend in a normal persons arm would be. Taking a look at the rest of the dummies set up one would see several arrows sunk into vital places that would leave one crippled or dead. He was practicing but not for death, no he had an entirely different purpose for this training; torture should he ever need information or needing to inflict said pain on someone for one reason or another. His ears would follow the wind as they waited for any noise that would be out of place. Another arrow would be drawn and notched but held for a moment as he waited for the right time. The scar on his back would currently be hidden by the quiver, however, the one that trails along his chest could be seen poking out slightly from the strap but it would be hard pressed for one to get a straight answer about the front one if he was asked.

Sabrina came in from the west, it wasn’t like she crept but she did have that grace about her. She would cease her steps as he drew back his aim, studying the former ‘victims’ with a half grin on her face. Where most would see a miss she understood the severity of his targets, likely just as well as he. She didn’t seem to be too concerned over his scars, she had seen them all before. She was still, but her upwind position gave evidence as the scent of vanilla and sandalwood would obviously take to the blind ranger, announcing her presence. She carried with her a bow but no quiver, and her hair had been pulled back into warbraids- not like it would matter because he would never get close enough to address anything about her style of appearance from one day to the next. He could probably guess her height by now, as well as her mass. Everything else was likely a blank.

Toth would take in another breath as the scent of the woman was starting to get more familiar with her scent but wasn't entirely sure just yet. His arrow would fly and strike the neck of one of the dummy he had just hit, his hand would fall to his side and his normal smile would start to creep across his face as his nostrils point him in the woman's direction. "Another stroll? Or seeking someone to be an instrument for?" His words would fall on deaf ears if he was wrong, but he didn't appear to be wrong very often when it came to remembering the people he's met. His foot would soon tuck under his shirt and lift it so that his hand would grab it and he would start to remove the quiver and set down the bow as to replace his shirt where it ought to be when he was around people.

Sabrina waited a moment before deciding to answer. “Suppose its not up to me.” The elfess takes a few small steps in his direction, pulling the bow from where it was slung across her chest and reaching for his hand with gloved ones of her own to grasp it. It weighed next to nothing, but it was a type of sharing she didn’t normally participate in. “Give it a shot.” Not that it would fire a physical arrow but the male would likely feel the natural energy flowing through it. Whether he could draw on it or not was questionable but the Healer had learned over time she was not the only Druid capable of calling on the elements to make it work. “Wind, Fire, Earth… presumably water but I have never been one with it.” Her efforts were not forceful, if he fought her she would simply let it go, not being one to fight for physical contact as she was learning that for the most part it was not truly necessary. Toth would listen as the woman approached as he slung his shirt over his head and pulling it the rest down before the woman's hand found his own. His grip would tighten around the bow before lifting his face to meet her own before tilting his head and for a moment not registering what it was she was asking before the energy flow through his hand and his smile would return, feet moving around a bit as to find his place marker to once again point him at the dummies. Slowly he would bring the bow up and hold it there for a moment before tilting his head back to the woman. "You've always got a choice." His free hand would rise and draw back on the bow, quite unsure of what exactly he was doing he spoke again. "So, with the wind and this bow..I just imagine an arrow and it's there?"

Sabrina makes a face, again, a pointless gesture. She stands beside him, pulling his arm slightly down as she instructs in elvish to “Aim low.” He wasn’t going for a torture spot after all, her bow was for defensive purposes. It was difficult to put into words, but if he was as she suspected, a druidish sort, he would likely know the aura of which to draw. “You feel it, direct it.” If there was success he would earn the beginnings of a spark. Depending on his level of connection to his surroundings he would pull from the very essence of wind and slowly an arrow would form. He would not see the white light, or rely on it as Sabrina did. This task would be more difficult for him since she could not gauge in the same way. If he manages to conjure an arrow on the first draw, and in turn release, he would feel the rush of the four winds run through him and a wave of measurable pressure would spread from the dummy’s post holes and onward in a solidified wall of force. Depending on the control in which his mind could grasp this task (which she believes is plenty) the rush would either trickle… or lay down the entire ranks of dummies in his path.

Toth would stand for a moment with the woman beside him and actually making contact with him, perhaps he was getting somewhere after all. His arm would lower and his thoughts would come to focus as his earlier mentor had taught him to do, granted he was not well versed in these actions he knew the rough outline as to what she was saying. His focus would come to rest on the air around them before he found the aura that connected him with his ability to do certain things with the wind that he still was practicing, he would draw them an the white arrow would start to form for the woman to see but he would simply feel it throughout his body. Taking a slow methodical breath he would aim towards the base of the posts as he had been instructed, between heart beats he would allow a moment to pass which would seem an hour to himself before releasing the drawstring. The winds would rush through his body and flow from his hands as the actions took place, the force of the wall would lay the dummies down in a hurried fashion and the sounds traveled to his ears and his lips would twist to one side of his face..he needed more practice for this was different then the other things he had been working. He would release a short breath and gasp slightly as he drew another breath.

Sabrina had released him by now, confident in his ability since the task was not overly complicated. It was a thing of grace when accomplished with practice but he did rather nicely in the form of strength which left her impressed. As he gasped and drew in some air she would explain “The first breath is always the worst.” As the air around him might feel thin and somewhat absent while the surroundings compensated for the theft. Reclaiming the bow she too took aim on the dummies laid down to rest. She is more still, and the energy coming from her quite serene when she draws back on the spiderweb string to produce a different sort. The green arrow takes shape, twisting in a way reminiscent of a vine and when she releases the growth comes from the bases of his foes and yanks them upright, fastening them back to a standing position and anchoring their feet to their former sturdy glory. He would hear the crackle of the rise, and the crumble of dirt at the roots as the vine path remained in the wake of such odd noise. She didn’t know if he would become aware of what happened but he did tend to sense things that he shouldn’t so she offered no narrative to couple with this act. The bow is returned to her form, slung across her chest where it found its home. “A stroll, then.” She smiles, keeping her one good eye on their work and not on him.

Toth had his ears perk up at the crackle, the dirt moving and vines tightening he would smile. At her words he would lean over to grab his quiver and sling it over his right shoulder and gripping his own bow before rising himself. "It's a bit different then actual making things do what you want, which is still a work in progress." His left hand would grip the bow in a manner for walking before his free hand would offer the lead and a bow would be offered to the woman in his own version of a wink before listening again to the sound of foot steps around to follow. "A stroll, lead the way?" He would hold his free hand out for her to take if she felt so inclined but he would make due his own way if not.

Sabrina looked down at his hand, and at risk of appearing rude she almost takes it. Her own gloved appendage hovers over his own for an awkward moment before a few tight fists of apprehension help her to decide against it. Her sigh is heavier than intended as the hand is withdrawn, abandoning his offer to seek refuge in her pocket. Normally she would apologize, but he couldn’t see her reaction and she makes herself believe he had no clue as to the dilemma she just approached and passed up on. She heads to the tree-line, not often traveling by the walking path so she elects the canopy as their method of transport. It is almost as if she is intentionally choosing methods that would divide them, of course she would never admit to it. She did prefer her space these days and she was not willing to calculate the correct stride for optimal distance this late in the eve. She ascends the nearest tree and crouches down to watch him from the nearest bough. Whether he understood it or not, she was surveying him in many ways. Mostly, she was testing the lengths at which he insisted on performing this help and educating herself on his ability to cope with changing environments.

Toth was getting a bit more use to the air around him but never letting others know to much of what it was that he had studied or practiced in the past his hand would almost feel the touch of her hand before it is withdrawn. Perhaps he wasn't getting as far as he thought he was, there's only one way to know..keep pushing on and offer his help the way he seen fit. His ears would follow her movements and follow her up the tree before his own feet would start to move himself closer to her before he stops at the tree she had found herself in. Leaning against it his head would tilt back against the bark as his face turned in her direction. "One day I think we'll get there." His fame had found it's way back to his face and his free hand would reach up to grab the lowest branch in case he did make a move to go up the tree, bow would be set directly next to him and leaning against the tree before his face found hers once again with his full faced smile still present and always seeming to hide whatever wrong doings he may have gotten into.

Sabrina’s place had awarded her, for the time being, with a safe proximity for her as well as the one-on-one interaction her felt he needed to accomplish this help thing he seemed so intent on. She sits on the bough, leaning on the heels of her hands while she looks down at him and that ridiculous smile. “What is it you intend on achieving here?” Still in elvish as all their conversations would soon come to be. Common was just too much work, and the familial tongue made conversing much easier. In case there was confusion she wanted to make one thing clear. “If it’s some sort of romantic development I need to inform you that if you had sight you would not be so hard pressed on continuing these interludes.” It was probably odd that she would insinuate such a conclusion, but it would stand to reason that she had been taught a very specific purpose for companionship. She was not an eloquent person, and so far as she knew she was just a member of the opposite sex to him. “If its contractual, then I think these games are moot.” The only other answer was the more clear path, the Guild of which she was known for. “I have yet to meet someone who was nice without needing something. And conversation is not my market.”

Toth would listen to her words and take them in before reaching with his free hand would grip the branch a few inches away from his first before pulling himself up, chest rising to about mid branch before he would lower himself to the ground once more and his left hand would fall back to his side. "Since when did sight ever determine how one feels? Plus, who says I need sight to know what you look like?" A sharp grin would flash across his face and disappear in an instant to be replaced once again with his usual general disarming smile. "It seems to be, we've met what..four times now? Each with their own twists and turns but never without something or another taking place in the form of conversation." He would continue to peer up at her with his blank eyes as he moves his hand once more to it's former place on the brance just a few inches from his other.

Sabrina bites on her bottom lip, that was puzzling to explain. For him sight was different than most anyone else. “Men should prefer to be seen with someone appealing in nature.” When he suggests he might have a feel for how she looks she is momentarily silent. “And why do you bother looking at me if you can’t even see?” Surely it was for her benefit, somehow. “I do not fit in the correct criteria for our race.” Since he seems perfectly capable of climbing that tree she scoots a little further on that branch either to give him space to sit, or give herself space for amenity. He did ignore the most important part of this interrogation. ”You wanted to help, and you did. Your job is done.” She exhales, a little frustrated. “What do you want?” Truly perplexed she would remain quite until he answered it. Toth would feel her weight shift on the branch, grinning a bit he pulls himself up and moving so that he would be able to sit on the branch with his fingers curled around the branch just as a precaution. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right? So what some men see as unattractive others may very well see as the most beautiful flower among them all." His head would tilt as she brought her question up again and a light shake of his head would be given. "When you face someone, you can hear them better..but more then that if you don't face them it's a sign of disrespect. And my job is never done, always people to help." He would sigh slightly before offering her another smile. "I want you to not feel like an instrument, those get used, told what to do, directed by others. That's not what we are here for."

Sabrina almost pouts, directing her head away from his. “No one tells me what to do.” Independent tool, apparently. “But it doesn’t change what I am here for. The alternative would be grim.” Since she could both give and take energy she had meant to say her purpose could have been the art of killing rather than saving. That was her choice. Even now, in minimal increments he would have come to notice the slow drain on her surroundings, despite being wrapped from neck to toe. It was how she lived, not like others with their food and sleep, but by the life of the world surrounding her. And while her body did not require sleep the mind always needed that period of rest which she had not sought since Eirik’s revelation over their status. At best it made her moody, there were huge offset influxes in her demeanor; at times appearing quite put together with enough effort and other times almost angry for no reason. Subject matters would change, the focus of attention or short temper getting the best of her, like now with the demand for his purpose while moments ago it didn’t seem relevant. “There are plenty of people to help, and as I have said, you’ve helped me.” Agitation was a sure sign of sleep deprivation.

Toth starts to kick his feet lightly but not enough to shake the branch but enough to keep his feet busy. His head would tilt against as his ear perked a bit, yes she was different..things changing around her for reasons she had stated before but he was a man after all and felt his point had yet to come across, what with her continuous what seemed to be mood swings and her heart which was still tender if not still broken. He head would turn to look over the land before back to her, she to had dismissed a question he had posed. "Somewhat, but that's for a different time we meet. You must be getting tired, yes?" His fingers would loosen only for a moment before tightening around the branch once again, ready to swing himself off if she accepted his offer.

Sabrina is getting a little raw over the subject matter and she is more than willing to let this conversation pass on to a different meeting. “I don’t sleep.” Which was a lie, she had become accustomed to regular intervals with Eirik and it was more point of fact that she had to decide on a new cycle for good practice. It might have been the empty space beside her, or maybe it was the visions once she closed her eyes. None of it she understood, and she wasn’t even sure she was equipped to decipher the fleeting feelings of the Northman in the first place. So very hot, replaced by so very cold. He had not even sought her out to see if she was faring well, and likely, she had determined he was busy with someone new. As Toth readied himself to swing from the branch she stands abruptly and starts walking off toward the inward path of the canopy that shielded the path from the sun. Higher still she would make her way, seeking the soft light of the moon as it comforted her most. She was convinced he couldn’t follow and maybe it’s what she wanted. She was always most at ease when she was alone anyways, and that is how nature determined her to be. “Be seeing you.” It was common, and the word choice was intentional. Her plan, most likely, to cut him off before he could get too close. Besides, he was acquainted with her recent ex, he said so much himself. There was nothing she could offer him in good faith that would guarantee the clean break she was given. It was like she suddenly decided he couldn’t be trusted, especially since his motives did not mesh up with social norms to which she had studied in great detail over the past year or so.

Toth chuckled at her remark about sleep for he knew a little about a fair amount of things, but he knew that very few creatures thrived on no sleep and she was not one of them. Once he had swung himself to the ground he caught her last remark and grabbed at his chest with a devilish grin. "That we shall, and it will be another good meeting." His words would ring slightly louder then normal but not loud enough for any other then the woman and the children at play, who would ignore him and go on, to hear. He would find his quiver and sling it over his shoulder once more before retrieving the bow set against the tree before turning his form to listen to her walk away. "Everyone sleep. But someone there makes it better, and lack of makes it worse, I'm sorry for what's happened..but i'm not leaving." His frame would turn from her and start to walk in the direction he laid his own head, what seemed to be an abandoned shack he had grown quite a liking for, his feet would carry him silently as his free hand stretched out and closed into a fist so that the air around himself would seem to thin out and cause him to revert back to his controlled breathing as he walked.

Sabrina rolls her eyes and exhales grumpily. He was always so sure of himself. That she could get over in a better rested state. What she really hated was the fact that lately he was usually right. When he mentions two different versions of sleep she actually turns to give him a dirty look. That was too far, Sir. The fact that he was not leaving, now, she didn’t know how to take that. She’d watch him leave, perplexed. She would continue to watch even as she moved beyond what she could see. What was with him? And, why was he so interested in broken things and blocked paths? She had gone over the facts she had laid out for him. Fairly certain she didn’t skip a beat she remains in the dark over his intentions.