RP:Bloody Cocktails

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This is a Healer's Guild RP.


Summary: Thamalys is struggling to cope with the dreadful curse Chisel gifted him with. Once more, it is up to Emilia to try and fix the suffering Avian. This time, the Ice Genasi comes up with a rather drastic measure involving blood transfusions. Whether or not that is going to work, and to what extent, it remains to be seen. In the meantime, the two are left to enjoy some novel insight into the blending of Avian, Genasi, and Dryad bloods…

Larket: House of Ara; Rebuilt

Emilia | The heavy double doors of the House of Ara swung open as if on their own were it not for the sudden wave of frigid air that rushed into room leaving the the blue marbled floor coated in a frosty glaze. Looking up from her desk Mei turned her sights upon the figure almost gliding into Ara, as if a ghost, with bare feet leaving no trace of her presence. A sight for sore eyes, the Genasi had been missing for weeks on end where even the messenger birds could not find the frozen woman. Those wild untamed curls pulled back into a ponytail at the back of her head, sections of the hair had been braided into different sized small braids adorning a mixture of beads and little charms tied in. A thin faded, torn, light blue piece of fabric had been wrapped around the woman’s neck to crossed over her chest before tying in the back with a similar piece of cloth tied about her thin waist hanging with frayed ends dragging across the floor. Hanging around her waist a belt containing a various amount of small pouches, the item barely staying up on her left hip. Could the woman be any thinner than last seen? Or had it just been that long since any citizen had laid eyes upon the child sized woman. Stepping up to the desk the Genasi placed a black hand down on the counter as she gazed into the eyes of Mei, “Where is he?” simple words spoken in such a different tone that nearly sounded like another. A shiver down the spine of the girl running the counter left her lost for words, however she lifted a finger to point the Genasi to the location of where Thamalys could be found. With a nod of thanks the Icy One turned on heel and began her travels to the one she was looking for, feet only stopping once she was at his door. In that moment the echo of the large entry doors falling shut could be heard along with the quick repeated knockings on his door.

Thamalys, with a supreme effort, managed to free some space upon his wooden desk, there where a most peculiar collection of vials, books, parchments, powders, bottles, and much more, was amassed in a sublime definition of chaos. This time, however, the Spellblade was rummaging through his supplies as a patient, certainly not as a Healer. Shoving away the books on one side was enough to lead the Avian on his knees. A moment after, and the huge features of the Winged Beast fell untidily on the floor, weakly twitching, a moan dripping the purest shades of pain escaping those broken lips. As a start, the whole of him, wings and hair included, was blackened, with the only exception on his eyes and the blue ink writhing upon his skin. He sported a pair of brownish, leathery pants, but even those were sort of ill-fitted, as if he tried to put them on in a rush. His right hand clutched a rather torn satchel. His left, was useless, at least judging by the upper part of the left arm: from elbow to shoulder, a sickening, messy tangle of what seemed to be vines, tongues of liquid blue fire, and bleeding pieces of flesh and bones threatened to upset even the most experienced of the Healers. Something dreadful was at work in there. The blue ink covering the Spellblade looked as if it was constantly fighting the work of the vines, and within that struggle a peculiar sort of… moss, flourished, apparently creeping upon the arm of the Blue. “Somebody is at the door…” would have said Nebb, perched upon the bed of the Blue, if only the Red Kite could have spoken - instead, he just squawked as loud as he could, to which the Spellblade managed to raise from the floor, hurling himself onto the desk, panting. “Not now!” he howled in a voice that he himself did not fully recognised. “Leave… leave me alone…” he added, his tone fading already, the knotty mass of his dreadlocks falling on the desk, his face following soon after. There was no salvation from that suffering - and nobody deserved to partake into that.

Emilia might have left at the sudden outburst of dismissal the moment she knocked upon the door if she was one of the orderly healers doing rounds. The winged man was as ever intimidating before the curse with his height alone, yet to the small frozen woman he was nothing more than a gentle giant with a clumsy side, she was not intimidated or frightened by him. Instead, she opened his door anyway without his permission allowing it to swing open and fill his room with the Arctic air that surrounded the lady. If that was not enough to give away who was entering his room the delighted sound of Nebb’s excited squawking to a familiar wintery lady was a dead giveaway. Sliding in, uninvited, the Genasi shut the door behind her quietly. Those ice blue eyes of the woman staring at the Winged Man with a swirl of emotions to the point it was almost impossible to read her thoughts were at present. “Thamalys…” her voice spoke out in a wintery whisper dancing through the air with a gentle tone. Slow steps carried the lass across the short distance to where he was crippled over his desk containing a multitude of items from books to bottles to a mess of Chaos. Slowly she reached out her fleshy white ever chilled hand to rest lightly on his elbow with a caring touch.

Thamalys knew it had to be the Wintry Lady, the one that dared to blatantly ignore his request, well before Nebb, and then her very voice, confirmed his thoughts. “Of course…” whispered the Blue, or at least the part of him that was glad to meet the Ice Genasi again. He wanted to smile, to tell her he truly feared he was about to meet his end alone, sprawled upon a broken tree somewhere in Sage… but could not - joy seemed like a dream long gone, a privilege of the past. Beside, another part of the Spellblade was perfectly ashamed. Of the fact he lost a fight - silly Avian pride… - of the fact he disobeyed a Dryad’s orders with respect to her own forest, and above all because he put himself in a position where he plainly needed somebody’s help, one more time. As such, the Winged Beast clumsily tried to hide his left arm below the shadowy curtain of one of his black wings, which he outstretched to a tiny extent, just in order to try and conceal the horror crawling within him from the eyes of the Icy One. The frosty air she brought with her, as usual, soothed a little of the Blue’s pain - but it was like pouring a glass of wine into the ocean.

Emilia went from a simple touch to his elbow to moving to try and slip those little icy limbs around his waist for a gentle hug to the winged man. Even in his weakened state suffering from something she could feel, but not be able to seen at the moment with his hiding of his arm behind his dark colored wing the Genasi had missed the man before her. Emilia was colder to the touch than normal, something had changed with the Genasi, only hers was not visible on the outside like his. If allowed to hug him, she would rest her head on his arm letting out a gentle sigh, a gush of ice air expelling toward the floor, a whisper is what followed, "I am sorry that I failed you." Having disappeared from the lands for a long period of time the co-leader to the guild could not help but blame herself for what had happened to him. She was after all partly responsible for him and his well being since she had taken him in.

Thamalys would have liked to think he allowed the Wintry Lady’s embrace out of tiredness alone - but that was not the case, and he very well knew that. As always, the Spellblade welcomed the cold touch of the Genasi, and yet, even so deep within his sorrow, he could not help but noticing a different, sharper, maybe, note into the her frozen symphony. That, provided a sufficient motivation for the Spellblade to lift his head, turning his face, slowly, painfully, as to meet the eyes of the Icy One. “Failed me!” murmured the Avian, possibly managing to shake his head a little. “You did not, m’lady. Whatever happened to me, was the result of my choices, and my choices alone. I am… glad…” he would have added, stuttering a bit, each word a condensate of despair, his eyes stained with golden streaks, floating within the blue of his gaze as lost star into an alien firmament. “Glad that you were - not - with me, that is. And, glad that you - are - now. You… you feel… colder, if that makes any sense. Or maybe my senses are failing me for good…” he concluded, losing control of his own wing which found itself neatly folded once more. With a sickening sound, one of the countless, thin vines wrapping the broken mass of bones and tendons still trying to keep together arm and shoulder, snapped, a revolting gush of greenish pus trickling down the elbow of the Winged Beast. The latter, however, seemed not to care at all.

Emilia raised a brow, but she did not interrupt him as he spoke.When he had finished her attention was drawn away by the sound of the vine that had snapped allowing the green pus to leak from the opening of flesh down his elbow. Shaking her head at his lack of response to the event the Genasi could gather that it was something old, nothing new to him to be immediately worried about, however for the healer it was an instant worry for the Winged One. “Thamalys!” The sound of his name sharp enough to wake a sleeping bear as it left her lips, “Sit down! Now.” That last word ‘Now’ was spoken more in a commanding tone than Emi normally used, yet she knew him enough that he was just as stubborn as she was. Immediately she would release herself from the previous hold on the Blue to one so that she could assist him in sitting down on his bed being mindful of those giant wings. Once he was seated her gaze turned toward that arm with curious eyes, studying it from shoulder to finger tip taking in each little detail of it, trying to figure out what it was that she was seeing before her eyes. Confusion laced her features with the worry, “Tell me exactly what happened, when it happened, and who did this. I will figure this out and we will get you fixed up, I promise.” Then the Icy One would lean in to kiss the forehead of the avian.

Thamalys did not dare not to follow the exhortation of the Wintry Lady - and thus he settled down on his bed, just aside a huge brown stain which soiled sheets, mattress, and most likely the wood of the bed frame as well. He slept a lot and healed very little. “Ah, that would be too long a story…” muttered the Blue in an undertone, not even trying to look into her eyes, shame weighting as an anvil upon his head. “I probably do not have the strength to recall everything… and most importantly, I don’t want to - yet. You know I would never dare hiding something from you…” he continued, right after said kiss lifted his spirit somewhere beyond his pain. “Only, I need time to understand myself. So… Chisel did this to me. Righteously, or at least she certainly thinks so. Two, maybe three days ago? I cannot recall, I slept a lot, and taken all sort of… well, anodynes, shall we say. She almost severed my arm with an axe, and then…” he paused, sighing loudly, his right hand trying to connect with her shoulder, as if searching from some support. Memories were piling up fast: the unspeakable pain, the horror of witnessing the Marionette surgical precision while performing that dreadful grafting… he shivered, and then forced himself to press on. “ Then, she planted a shard of an ancient tree into the wound, and sealed that with her blood and vines. Now, that… thing is growing within me… I can feel her blood mingling with mine, her magic fighting hers, my ink struggling to repel her vines… and yet, those are what are keeping my arm whole. She said I will be cursed forever, that as long as a single droplet of her blood remains within me, I will suffer. And, Emi…” he concluded, genuine dread in those eyes, wide open, for one time daring to call her as such in an unprecedented display of weakness, “… even I, even I do not think I can bear the pain forever. It has been three days only, and I find myself unable to cope with that already… it’s just… as if every fibre of myself would be constantly severed and then rebuilt - in the wrong way…” and with that, he buried his faced into his hands, defeated.

Emilia listened carefully to his words, taking note of the who had harmed her dear friend as well as what details he could provide to the Genasi about the suffering. Blood...why of all things did it have to be blood. Healer she was, but playing with blood and magic mixed was nothing that she favoured any. Cold fingers reached out to gently lift his face up from his hands, there in those bright eyes was a spark of an idea dancing within them. Always full of some crazy idea some would easily say about the Genasi. Holding his face lightly with her frozen hands she stared down into his eyes, “Blood. Her blood is what is doing this to you? Keep the pain in constant motion, yet all you need to do is remove every drop of her blood from your body...soooo let us drain your body of all its blood! We can replace it with fresh blood at the same time, creating a cycle to keep you alive. In one arm we can attach a hollow needle and let the blood exit the body and in the other arm we can put another needle and pump blood into your body. Once the blood is out we can go about remove the shard of tree and mending all the wounds. Call me crazy but I think it might be worth a shot.”

Thamalys frowned upon hearing that bold idea coming into shape. “I… I… don’t know… all of it?” inquired the bewildered Spellblade.He would have gone to any length in order even to alleviate only that pain, and he trusted the Wintry Lady’s thoughts squarely. “That… that would imply finding enough blood to replace the whole of that it is in me… you see…” and with that, he plunged the index finger of his right hand into the gaping wound, retrieving it covered with something that should have been blood. Not a moan escaped his lips - there is only so much pain you can add on top of a perfect torture. Slowly, the Blue let a few droplets to fall on his bed: there was crimson, and blue, and green, and something in between. “I fear that despite my ink, her blood - has - mixed with mine at the deepest level… there is no simple way to clean it… where would you find so much blood to fill me whole? Would I withstand it? Would I even - want - to do that, I wonder…” voiced the Spellblade aloud, yet softly, as if contemplating the possibility.

Emilia considered the task at hand of how one would go about replacing all the blood in one that was much bigger than most, meaning he would need a great deal of it to remove it all and replace it. Poking his nose she gave a faint smile at him for a moment, “You can take my blood, of course. I cannot say I would trust putting any other blood into you. And before you say that I am too small don’t. I know I am barely your size, but I do not think it is safe to empty you and I have no idea if it will even work. Plus, my blood is a constant flow of healing, it will at least keep it contained….hopefully. What harm would it do if we try it once? Just removing some of it out and replace it with mine? It is not like my body won’t make more. Plus if it works we can keep doing it until it is all gone.” Crazy Genasi. Pulling a needle that had been stuck in the fabric of a pouch on her waist she pricked her finger before allowing droplets of her blood hit where he had just placed blood. Her own almost seemed alive itself the way it moved, thinner as if it was just frozen water running in her veins. For now, she watched what would happen and listened to what she expected of his answer to reject her blood.

Thamalys , quite predictably, was already halfway through a sharp rebuke when the words of the Genasi quenched his speech. “Your blood? Not a chance, I would - never - allow such a…” ranted as soon as she started to speak, raising his head with a hint of the Avian pride he apparently still possessed - before the pain curbed his will once more. That, and the fact that the reasoning of the Wintry Lady obviously made quite a lot of sense. For one thing, he had very little to lose. Amongst the depths of his torment, the Blue forced himself to ponder how exactly that sort of transfusions should have happened, what equipment would have been needed, if the Icy One would have really stayed safe throughout… the usual train of thoughts of a well-trained Avian mind, utterly nullified by the rather direct effort of the Genasi herself. The Winged Beast did not even notice her moves, swift as only she could have moved, but at last he realised she was actually giving it a try - there and then! “Wait! What if…” but it was too late, the first of those tiny droplets already connected with the Avian’s blood. For a little while, nothing really happened, the two of them staring at the soiled bed sheet much as a couple of alchemists observing some odd reaction taking place on a Petri dish. Then slowly, and yet without any doubt at all, the blue component of the Spellblade’s blood, that is the ink running within him, welcomed the blood of the Genasi, blending together with a silvery, shiny swirl that however seemed to curtail the green blood of the Dryad as well as the crimson blood of the Avian. “Well…” he just commented the latter, tilting his head a bit.

Emilia stared in silence at sheet below, waiting and watching with such an intent stare that if fire could leap from her eyes and burn a hole in the bed it would have! Also, no fire or beams from those eyes, only a very deadly and hopeful look that something good would happen. Just as the Genasi started to let out a sigh in thoughts it wouldn’t work something happened and a wonderful tiny something at that. Perhaps it could work, but then her mind would wander on to what lasting effects it would have upon him to have Genasi blood coursing through his veins bonding with his blood throughout however long this process would take. Shaking her head the Genasi reaching into another pouch to pull out an empty vial along with a small blade. “I am going to have to confer with Sabrina or one of the other healers, maybe a good few of them to figure out exactly how to go about draining and replacing your blood with mine, but this should possibly help ease the pain for a little bit while I am out getting everything settled for a treatment for you,” Em spoke softly as she sliced open her palm with the blade, allowing it to drip into the clear bottle in her hand until it was filled with her blood. Her actions took place while she was talking to him. Corking the bottle shut she handed it over to him, “Here, keep this. I think you can pour it into the wound and see how that helps for now. You need to get some rest and I have research to get started on.” Another kiss to his forehead and she was turning to depart the room. So much to do and so very little time to do it in.

Thamalys nodded, grateful as ever. “Aye, I won’t say no… in fact, I’d do anything to curb this torture… albeit this constitutes yet another entry in the already way too long a list of debts I am piling up with respect to you…” he commented in an almost sad voice. He knew the Wintry Lady herself would have taken care of the cut on her palm in a moment, and yet he wanted to do something, anything, to signify his gratitude, to let her know how paramount she was to be considered for the Blue. As quickly as he could managed - that is very slowly, a sort of fog still confusing his sight and moves alike… - he would have tried to seize the Genasi’s hand with his right one, a single finger running upon the cut while the tiniest tongue of liquid blue fire would have clean it and sealed it. That much, he could still do safely, and that much he hoped was enough for her to realise the extent to which he cared about that tiny and yet so impossibly powerful creature standing in front of him. Soon after, he took the bottle, staring at the content uneasily. “I… I will try, you have my word… thank you… Lady Sabrina, though…” he went, for some reason imagining that the Guild Leader would have welcomed the news of a Dryad-Cursed Thamalys with more than just a small rebuke. “Ah well, do as you must. I already own you so much. Now, I - will - rest…” he concluded, painstakingly laying down on the bad, Nebb perched on his shoulder, dubiously looking upon the cursed wound. The Icy One would have probably been gone already, or possibly on the doorstep, when the faintest echo of the Blue’s words had the chance to sound once more into the room. “I am glad you came to me…” whispered the battered Healer before surrendering to some very dark dreams once more.

Emilia glanced into the eyes of the injured one, “You owe me no debts for you are a dear friend of mine, one I would gladly give my life for. So, rest up and stop thinking you owe me something in return. You cannot rest if you mind is thinking of such things.” She remained as he healed her hand with a tingle from the inky flames of his magic, “Thank you, but save your energy you will need it.” It was nice to know that someone beyond Sabrina was in a constant worry about her injuries, ah but she would save that for a later date she had things to figure out first or there would not be a time to worry later if he wasn’t here anymore. She was departing his room, about to shut the door when his words reached her ears putting a smile on her face. A gentle whisper floating on a chilled wind found him in return, “I will always come see you.”


This RP is linked to: RP:Cursed - The Price to Be Paid