RP:Beauty And The Brawler

This is a Healer's Guild RP.

Synopsis Joan comes upon the young blue-haired mohawk fellow Sidd after he had a nasty little brawl with the local toughs in Cenril. The vampiric healer helps heal Sidd and makes a friend out of him.

Healing Fountain

Joan had taken her normal 'lunch break' from the Chapel of Rest, the vampiric healer decided to take a stroll towards the lovely, serene fountain near the center of town, the nice walk felt good as she moved at a steady pace, waving and offering a return greeting to those that said a 'hello' or 'good day' as she passed them. Here she didn't need to worry too much about being attacked, many of the citizens had seen the undead woman in the company of Zahrina often about town. And they didn't just anyone take care of their dead at the funeral home attached to the chapel either. Feeling rather pleased Joan would come up upon the fountain, taking a few minutes to admire the beauty before taking a seat on a nearby bench, a street food vendor nearby, Joan would call out her order to the fellow, and the fellow would respond and let her know how long it take to get her drink and food order ready and the vampire woman would nod in agreement, folding her icy pale hands into her lap as she passed the time studying the flow of water as it flowed, getting lost in her own private thoughts.

In another part of Town, Sid was getting himself into a fair bit of trouble. It wasn't totally his fault this time. He was in the middle of this great plan to drink himself into stupidity, trying to make the best of a rotten situation. It'd been six years since he had last been in Cenril, and he wasn't exactly happy to have been dumped here by the person that he considered to be his best mate in the whole world. Although, he couldn't blame Aevo for ditching him, either. There was a family emergency, lycan stuff, and it wasn't the sort of situation suited for a guy who, by all standards, was nothing more than an ordinary human. So, Sid sat in the Whaler's Bar, doing his best to get over it. The problem, however, was that this particular afternoon saw the Whaler also play host to a noisy lot of simpletons that just couldn't pipe down. It wasn't only Sid that these guys were bothering. Patrons of all sorts would shoot daggers in the crowd's direction, but none were brave enough, nor stupid enough to speak up. Except for that one really strange guy with the bright blue mohawk. "OI, BOYS! Can ya chill a bit? I get it. You're here to blow off some steam. Ya wanna get loaded. I'm right there with you! And normally, I'd probably be the loudest one of ya, but it's been a rough day, and a lot of these folks in here look like they're needing a little peace and quiet. SO! If you could dial it back from a ten, to maybe a fiver or so, that would be friggin' fantastic." The rowdy bunch did quiet down, but only for a man dressed in grey, ratty-looking work clothes to retort, "Why don'tcha mind yer own business ye freak? Fer real! What'sit with the gobshite lookin' mess on yer 'ead? You 'ere with th' circus?" Sid wasn't packing today. He left ol' Dome Splitter and his trusty gloves at the Beloy Inn because reasonably, he shouldn't really need them for an afternoon drink. So, it was pretty damn stupid of him to snap back with, "Nah, dude. I tried to join the other day, but they were already full up with you clowns." Well, that was the spark that set off the powder keg. The ratty-looking man walked right up to Sid and got in his face. "Oh yeh? 'Ow bout ye say that t'me outside?" Sid grinned, "Why? You afraid to get your dome rocked in here?"; And before the man could say anything else, Sid reached down and around the brute's waist, grabbed his shirt from behind, and pulled it up and over his sunburnt bald head. Once he was sure the guy couldn't exactly see, Sid then interlocked his fingers behind the man's neck, pulled down, and brought his knee up quickly into the guy's face a couple of times to send a message. It wasn't until he looked over to the rest of the bunch that Sid realized that he had royally screwed up. There were five others, and while they were mostly smaller sorts that he could probably deal with one-on-one, there was a really big guy in the pack; Arms as thick as a tree trunk, and fists like boulders. Well, that's just fabulous, he thought. Before he could totally be jumped by the instigator's friends, Sid reached down and grabbed his backpack, threw it at the barkeep, and bolted for the door. "Keep it safe! Collateral! I'll be back with coin for the drink in a bit!"

Sid was pretty good at running by now. He'd done it enough when the goings got dicey. But the rowdy bunch was hot on his heels, including one bloodied up and severely pissed off ringleader. He tried to slow them down by throwing large items behind him, moving through crowds of shoppers, and cutting corners through alleyways as sharply as possible. You know, all those cliche things that never really work - and they totally didn't in this case. Soon, he would come up to Beloy Street and make a turn east, first thinking he might get to the Inn and hide out. Then he figured that if they saw him duck in there, they would know where he was staying and that was definitely not something he needed. So, he ran right on by, coming up to that lovely little area with the fountain, having no real exit plan in place. Just when Sid thought he was making a great stride, a damn bootlace popped loose and became his undoing. He tripped with an 'OH FAAAAW' and landed with a hard thud, barely having time to look up before a flurry of fists and boots came rushing in to kick the absolute crap out of the man in the worst way possible. Despite a few good blows to the head already, Sid managed to bring his arms up to shield himself from potential brain damage. The downside to this? The rest of his body was pretty much free for a good beat down. This carried on for a few agonizing minutes until one of the assailants noticed a guard coming around the distant corner and signaled for the others to stop. Sid lifted his head with what little strength he could muster, eyes both beginning to swell and his mouth drooling blood. He smirked a little, one last moronic gesture to go out on. "Yeah... *cough* you might as well stop... my grandmother hits harder than that." The wise-ass snorted as loud as he could and spit a gob of blood onto the street to showcase his defiance, causing the ratty-looking man to turn and give one well-placed boot to the side of Sid's noggin before telling the others, "C'mon. let's get outta 'ere." Sid, to the horror of a few onlookers, was left writhing in pain.

Joan had sat up straighter when she heard the commotion come her way, the vampiric healer frowning as she watched the blue-mohawked fellow trip then get jumped upon by the rough group of local toughs. She'd cast a look about to see if she could spot one of the many roaming city guards making their rounds. Not seeing any the undead woman would make her way over to the very wounded roughed-up punk-looking fellow. "It must be your lucky day after that rather brutal beat down you just got, I happen to be a local healer with the guild." Her phoenix-fire insignia worn as a pendant around her neck on a pure silver chain could be seen as she bent over to examine the bloody mess that would turn out to be Sidd. She wouldn't know that of course, she had only seen the blue-mohawked fellow a few times and had heard his name in passing. "I can heal you up mister, I just need your consent before I do." Joan was very big on getting a patient's consent. While she awaited his choice and answer she'd direct a few people that began to crowd forward around the two to back up and give them space, also pointing to a young street urchin to go and get the nearest guard. "You, a silver coin if you can go and fetch the guard." She told the street urchin, hearing that the young little child nodded his understanding before scampering off.

Jaxson and Zahrani would need to know what she witnessed, a loud exhale of breath is let out as she went about putting into order what all she had seen in her mind to form a sort of report she'd need to write up after, this sort of what she agreed to awhile back with her panther paladin friend and the city's noble mage awhile back. As the people began to mill around Joan would shoot each one, she caught looking a hard stare that seem to mean, 'If you ain't gonna offer help move that gawking butt on'. Most of the citizens caught that look and began to drift off and away, a mummer of hushed words passed between those that drifted off in pairs or small three-four groups. Her voided gaze would take in the damage to the poor human male. Well, he smelt human at least to the vampire so she'd stick to that as she went through the possible injuries he suffered. That nasty head kick crackled and bruised ribs, giant welts possibly bruised inner organs. A breathy inhale of breath follows to show that the normal undead was slightly bothered by the gang beat down, she'd look towards the hurried heavy boot steps she heard coming their way as that little street urchin came back with a small force of city guards. Her pale icy hands rested on her kneeled pants as she moved down into a crouch by Sidd.

Sidd probably looked like an idiot when he gave the attending healer a goofy-ass grin that was painted red with blood. “Oh, my gawd, yeeees. Healer to the rescuuue! Yeah, sure, consent - Holy hell, yes, I totally consent.” The man groans in pain, clutching his ribs. Whether it was the adrenaline, or the hefty helpings of booze consumed, Sidd should be thanking the powers that be right now because things could be so, so much worse. Joan seemed like a smart cookie, and any assessment she made was probably pretty spot on, so the blue-haired human would hardly be seen objecting to anything she might offer or suggest. It was clear that his ribs had taken the brunt of the beating, and he had minor swelling in various places all over his head, arms, and torso. He exhibited no signs of nausea, no spitting up blood (other than what came from his mouth already), and there was no discoloration to signify any internal bleeding. Just external bleeding from small gashes on his head and nose. It was your average, run-of-the-mill beatdown that he kind of deserved. At least, he felt like he deserved it this time, so when the guards finally came up to see what had happened, Sidd may not have been all too cooperative with ratting out the jerks that stomped him. Instead, Sidd put his focus on the woman attending to his injuries, taking the time to check her out and put his memory to work. He was trying to figure out if he knew her or not. He’d met a lot of faces during his first stay in Lithrydel, but alas, she was not one he fully recognized. When his cobalt blue eyes did finally drop from her face, they quickly found that dangling necklace, of which he commented on, “Oooh. that’s shiny. Love the jewelry. Style, or sentiment?”

The vampiric healer offered a full fang flashing smile down at the blue mohawk-styled hair roughed-up punk as she began to assess the total damage done to the poor fellow. "Practically, honestly. That phoenix flame badge points me out as a practicing healer within the healer's guild here in all of Lithrydel." Joan's tone of voice was clear and even mannered. Her icy cold fingertips lightly prob here and there at the wounds before she asked if the fellow could remove his coat so she could better get a view of the rest of the damage. She'd even lightly pull up Sidd's shirt to best view the blooming angry bruises marring his flesh as she would 'tsk-tsk' slightly before speaking again to Sidd. "Not too bad, they must not have been upset with you or you just caught a lucky break with the guard being so close. I can magically take care of all these in a jiffy, tho my type of healing energies tend to be chilly as I'm a member of the walking undead."

As the squad captain came up towards Joan and the stricken Sidd the mustached captain asked what he could do to be of help. Joan would ask if he and a few of his men could possibly help up and or whole-body lift Sidd and place him on a nearby bench. In doing so Joan had a more stable and out-of-way area to best work on the fellow. Turning away from the squad Captain Joan would ask if Sidd could get up on his own power or if would he prefer the guards help him up and move. Joan offered a playful grin and wink down to Sidd to help put him at ease as well as try to build rapport with him. The vampiric healer was confident she could get the fellow back up on his booted feet in no time.

“Walking undead... in a healer’s guild? That’s a bit ironic, don’tcha think? Kinda mind-blowing, honestly. Tasked with caring for the living, when you’re like, vitally challenged? No offense or nothin’. I just think the thought a little amusing.” He flashes a more sincere smile this time, doing his best to not come off as insulting toward the woman. Sid was more than happy to get rid of that damned coat when she asked - that ugly, slate grey, wool thing itched like a bastard. The only reason he had it was because he needed something to keep himself from freezing in the late winter months. There was a solid chance that the thing was getting left there in the street when it was all said and done. While his tattered tank top was lifted and he was checked for further injury, Sidd furthered his curious questioning, “So undead. What kinda undead? Like, are you a zombie? Vamp? Ghoul? Demon? Wraith? Stop me if I’m being racist, because my knowledge of undead things is seriously stunted.” When the guard approached and Joan asked for their assistance, Sidd made pretty quick timing with lifting his own ass up off of the ground and onto his feet. He limped over to the bench and parked his arse, half sitting, half laying. “Ah, no need to trouble yourselves, gents. I got this. Sorry to have your time wasted, but it was my fault, really. Runaway cart. I jumped in front to stop it, y’know? Stupid me. But it’s all good now.” He fibbed so that the guard would ask as little questions as possible. He always hated dealing with law enforcement.

Arching one finely shaped amethyst brow Joan would offer a 'really!?' look towards the blue mohawked punk, she was there when it all happened and watched, but she gave a rolling shrug of her vested shoulders as in the end it was Sidd's personally business and she was not a rat. She would roll with the same line of answers but formed and told in her own way to the guard captain as she moved upwards and towards Sidd so she could better tend to him now, parking her own leather-clad backside on the solid wood of the bench as she moved to answer his prodding questions.

"Yes, and nah not an issue really, there have been others in the guild before me. The guild welcomes all sorts so long as one has an interest in healing and helping." She'd allow the magical flow of her chilly healing magic to travel down her hand, through her wrist and then into her icy cold pale fingers. These now shinning with her purple color aura magic would move about Sidd's upper and lower torso spreading out along his flesh to evenly distribute the healing energies. "Vampire. I'm cross-training with the other guild I'm in. I have a goal in mind with all this knowledge I'm acquiring."

The squad captain would make that funny motion mustached fellows seem to be able to do as he gave Sidd one of those skeptical looks, but he dutifully wrote down Sidd's version, the other guards had spread out and did their own questioning of the slowly departing crowd. Joan would offer a chuckle now as she gave Sidd a questioning glance herself. "Let me know how it's going and how you are feeling, I will begin to expand my healing magic to the rest of your body now so we can heal up and close those scrapes and any possibly hidden skull, blood vessel, and or brain injury."

Anyone that spent long periods of time around Sidd would probably assess that some form of brain injury happened, but it wasn’t recent. “WHOA!” he cried out once the cool touch of her magic began to flow through his aching body. He’d never really had interaction with any sort of magical healer before, especially one of undead origin, so it was a bit of a shock to his system. Kind of like when you jump into a lake on a hot summer day with expectations of a nice, warm, refreshing swim, but are instead met with ball-shrinking, frigid waters. It didn’t last long though, which allowed Sidd to go back to the conversation at hand so that he wouldn’t have to talk to the guard again. “Oh yeah? Whatcha got cookin’? Do dish! Good things, I hope? ‘Cause, like, I just got back in town, and I’d hate to have to go and fear for my life. Not to be racist or nothin’, but the last few vamps I met, really didn’t have the living’s best intentions in mind. But you like to heal, so I’m sure you’re gonna do great things, yeah?” Already the aches and pains were lessening, causing Sidd to raise both brows and remark with surprise, “Giiiiirl, gawddamn. That touch is magic. Literally.” That stupid grin makes a second appearance.

Joan just smiles as she lightly taps at the side of her cute pert nose once she finishes healing up the rest of Sidd's other very small and minor cuts and bruises. Her other hand rests on her knee as she moves to give the blue-haired fellow free rein now. The vampiric healer would hand Sidd a clean wet antiseptic cloth as she made a motion for him to use it to wipe up and clean his bloody healed face and head. "Use this on your hands, knuckles, and under your shirt to clean up afterward, going around with dried blood just ain't kosher you know." She would sit back on the bench they used to give the younger man a good once-over stare to make sure he looked whole once again. "Thanks, but it ain't no real secret, I'm working to make my undead to look more whole not all raggedy, you know."

She offers a full-fanged smile as she takes notice that the squad of city patrol guards begin to take their leave, she cast Sidd a curious glance to make sure he is sure about not saying anything more about his little scrape against the other fellows. "You can find me around and about the Chapel of Rest here in Cenril, I also have a place out in my hometown of Vailkrin you are more than welcome to come visit. I make a mighty mean cuppa tea and sandwiches if you ever wanna stop in for a chat. I should let you go now that everything seems okay. It was a pleasure to meet and heal'ya!" She said in a pleasant tone, she let it show on her face she enjoyed their interaction as she held out her left hand for a proper handshake in way of departing, should he take it she would lightly politely squeeze his hand and pump their clasped hands together up and down a few times before letting go and offering a friendly wave to him if he decided to depart.

Sidd took the cloth under Joan’s advisement and began to clean himself up, focusing mostly on his facial region as that’s usually where he bled the most from in a good scuffle. As he did so, he looked over his arms, hands, and torso, trying to keep his blown mind in check as his own eyes reported no visible injuries of any sort. “Man, where the hell were people like you when I busted my damn leg?” he asked rhetorically. Sidd then stood up and shimmied about, checking to see if there had been anything out of wack on the chance that things were a little too good to be true. “Man, this is so weird. Major thanks for this, really. I might have to take ya up on your offer, sometime. Or hell, let me buy you a drink or three in gratitude.” Sidd takes her hand in his and completes the shake, offering a more meaningful smile than the sly, mischief-tainted grins he usually doles out. “Nice t’meetcha Joan. For real. You’ve done me a solid, today. I’ll catch you, soon, yeah? And hopefully in a better setting, too.” With that, Sidd chuckles and offers a short salute, making his exit toward the Beloy Street Inn. It was probably best that he wait it out for a few hours before heading back to the Whaler to retrieve his bag.