RP:Ice'd

Summary: Someone dies and revives, Irenic is stupid.

House of Ara

Upwards from the river bank lays a small path to The House of Ära. The details of this place are plain and not overly extravagant. Everything seems to have a place, and everything that has a place is in its place. The well kept artifacts are random, not fitting any motif other than being of a magical nature. The items here are protected, unwelcome hands of thieves are sure to be met with a sting they will not likely forget. Located in the center of this room is a table meant for a large piece of Text, it appears to have been moved…

Once a home to the Book of Ära, the House of Ära has been remodeled to take in Larket’s wounded…

There is a long hall that faces north; at the end of the hall is an extravagant washroom complete with a large round tub approximately three feet deep and possibly six foot across and accessible to clean and soak the wounded . The door on the left belongs to the owner of this house; the door on the right appears to be a guest room. The kitchen is off center to the south and it smells like food is cooking. There is a shelf with colorful bottles lining all the way to its depths, stay awhile and have a drink.

Emilia lay on the bed of a guest room within the house of Ara, frozen over in a small block of ice that was almost more like a suit of it perfectly fit around her tiny body. The woman's eyes were closed, the gown of white she wore splattered with dark red dried blood. Otherwise, she appeared to be sleeping. It was Quizical that had ran to find to Irenic after finding his healing friend in such a state. The lad was in a panic, urging Irenic to come along with him, that he just had to see it.

Irenic was a little perplexed on what day it was at the sight of Quizical as he was yet to miss one of their weekly adventures. Once he heard Emilia was in trouble it took him a half a second to remember Emilia is shortstack and became touched with worry though his voice betrayed him with a grunt. "What she get herself into now," he mumbled while yoking Quizical up to fly them to Ara even though his left wing was still in questionable condition. Quizical may ask why his wing wasn't flying right, but Irenic would pretend not to hear him and once they arrived he set the kid down, "Now you stay out here and keep watch for any monsters, okay?" Quizical gave a purposeful nod and stood as if he were a little soldier with the dagger Irenic bought him in hand. Irenic came in and looked around cautiously as he wasn't sure exactly what kind of trouble she was in. Once he found the guest room the door opened slowly and there he would be like the quietest assassin until he saw her. "What the (expletive)." Would be heard from him followed by a sigh and the glint in his eyes a dangerous one; matter-of-fact there was something different about him all together aside from the fact it looks like he was recovering from a gnarly fight. His posture straighter and expressions wiser while his overall presence was weighted in strength as if he were a different man. "What's this?" He almost thought it futile - maybe she can't speak.

Emilia didn't respond to Irenic, she couldn't even hear him. The ice, the lingering effects of her body shifting from frozen to thawed to frozen again had taken more of a toll on the Genasi that most could handle. Within the frozen layers she almost looked at peace even though her body was suffering horribly through the pains of a frozen redeath. Right leg from ankle, that anklet missing now, up past her knee and down to her toes sporting a series of dark blue lightning like marks. It was no wonder that the little lad standing outside with his dagger like a guard to Ara was in a panic. The woman he knew as his healer was not the same woman that had brought him back to life. Yet, the lad was curious and called inside to Irenic, "Is she dead?" yet he kept his position outside, eyes watching the world.

Irenic's bi-colored gaze darts around when he made his way back out to the main clinic-like area of Ara looking for sharp tools and a hammer just as he heard the boy, "I need you to leave your post scout! Come put some water on the stove!" He gave the demand and so it was, "Keep an eye on it." He didn't want the boy distracting  him while he worked, "And no matter what you hear be brave." Quickly he made his way back to the room and started chipping away large amounts of ice making sure to stay away from using the utensil on her skin - that's where the hot water and rags would come in. Although Irenic was deemed a knight and looks of a person of pure brute strength, he is more of a tactical and wits sort of problem solver. Once her face was mostly exposed Irenic ran back out to empty the water into a bowl and grab some wash rags. "More water Quizical!" He ordered again and started back for Emilia to place the hot rag on the thin layer of ice still covering her face. "You in there?" His gruff tone would ask while a bead of sweat rested on his brow.

Emilia if awake out of be surprised at the response from Irenic, his inner worry and life saving actions toward the frozen woman when he was very well good at mocking her, let alone knowing her actual name. The ice was nothing special, it chipped away and broke off like any other ice would. Quizical was a good lad, minding his station at watching the water warm on the fire, making sure to remove it before it started to bubble and boil. He didn't want the ice lady to get burned by it. The rag on her face was warming, too warming for the flesh beneath the thin layer of ice. The layer coating her face, not removed by his tools and hammer, melted away with the warmth of the heated water, leaving behind rosy cheeks. White curls, streaked with bight blonde, thawing into damped curls, clinging to the pillow below her head. She didn't wake at his words or the warmth of being melted. Her heart beat, she was alive.

Irenic continues his actions down her form, didn't take long as she's short and small. "Make haste, Quizical, fetch me new bedding then warm in on the ovens for a small amount of time!" He called for the boy and he responded, "Yes, sir!" Irenic mumbled to himself riddled with expletives while he worked knowing damn well the bedding below her wasn't going to warm her. Once he chipped away her form from her bed and the thin ice was melted away he would gently lift her from the rest of the ice on the bed. He gently laid her on the warm blankets on the floor spread out by Quizical, "Very well scout. Back to your post." Irenic ordered while wrapping Emilia in the blanket sort of like a burrito. "Hey!" He gently rocked her. "C'mon, c'mon!" He growled out as he was really trying to not give her mouth to mouth, but if it had to come to it he'd try. 

Emilia, wrapped as a burrito, in the arms of the winged man didn't respond, not at first. She was like a frozen rag doll in his arms, curls dripping with the icy water soaking the now warmed blankets and floor below. If anything, the warm blanket was more harmful than the iced bed was for a creature made of ice. Time stood still, at least that is how Quizical felt standing at his post, waiting for something to happen, anything. Time ticked on, Em remained unconscious. Water, chilled water leaking slowly from her slightly parted blue lips. Melting the ice over her face had increased the intake of water more than the natural melting water had. She was full of chilled water.

Irenic unwrapped her from the blankets after setting her flat on the floor. Bruised and worked over hands make work with performing CPR on her and plugging her nose to blow hair into her lungs. He stops a moment and counts in his head while checking for a pulse. He repeats until he gets a reaction from her or anything at all. If nothing else happened he really didn't know what he'd do, but maybe she would smell her favorite scent emitting from the avian, maybe she was out of body and could see his efforts. He could feel his chest tighten with worry the more times he would have to attempt the CPR and at the same time mumbling to himself "Damn people made me soft..." with a scowl on his scarred lips. If it eventually worked he would gently rock her to her side to empty out all the water that had filled her.

Emilia spewed water out of her mouth with the first few thrusts of CPR, pushing the water out of her lungs. It was his sixth round of blowing air into her mouth that those eye lids fluttered opened, wide open. His mouth was on her mouth and she was in a panic, not surprising a scream emitted from the surprised and startled ice woman. The scream was gargled with the last bits of water left behind. Poor, Irenic, a spurt of icy water into his mouth with a scream from the one he was working ever hard to save. Em's face sported a clear look of lostness at entirely what was going on now. Where did he come from and what was going on, why was his mouth on hers and why was he over her. Was he trying to kill her in her sleep? Memories of recent events were lost.

Irenic's own eyes opened in surprise just as water was spit into his mouth which his immediately removed himself from her and spit it unto the floor. He was quick to stand up, open the door and shout, "Sire Quizical!" He came running in and immediately started sobbing at the sight of an alert Emilia and started hugging her and trying to explain through sobs what happened. All the while Irenic just stood his nearly seven foot self in the corner of the room refraining to speak first over the frantic child. This changes man with a different gleam in his eye and a bit battered - kind of ugly to be perfectly honest. Black eye and what looks like a broken nose and a pretty much crippled wing.

Emilia was quick to wipe her mouth off from Irenic germs before Quizical came bursting into the room. Emi was no longer laying on the floor, instead pulled into a hug by the sobbing child. Fingers smoothed over his hair, petting his head as she tried to clam him down. "I am fine, Quizzy. I am an ice monster, the ice wouldn't of actually killed me. It is okay, I will be fine." Holding the small one while patting his back she turned to look at the other standing in the corner of the room. There was a sigh as she shook her head at him, "You go fetch the silver latch box from the other room, would you Feather Stick?" It was half question, half demand.

Irenic thought about it and how maybe doing anything was a waste while a icy cold hand of his own dabbed at the sweat on his forehead. His thoughts continued to turn Although his entire expression became a little hard to read as he said nothing and 'fetched' the item she was asking for and returned shortly. Quizical 'fetched' the item from Irenic as soon as he stepped foot back inside the room with a, "Here you are m'lady," with a slight giggle in his voice. Irenic was still declining to say anything for the moment as he let the boy steal that small victory. We are sure he went on and on about how brave he was while looking out for monsters, boiling water and warming the blankets. 

Emilia smiled at Quizical as he brought her the silver box. She gave him a squeeze as he set it down. His rambling kept the smile on those frosted blue lips. Unlatching it she revealed that within was a series of medical items, a first aide kit. Reaching in she pulled out a bottle of a green ointment with a rag. Freeing herself from lad with a pat to his head the woman rose on slightly shaking legs. Her approach turned to Irenic in the corner, "Let me see that face of yours."

Irenic shook his head, "No, this will heal and was earned not from your accord." His hand still cold from the ice gently grasped around her forearm to set herself on a chair in the room. "Squire Quizical, back to your post." The boy saluted with his fist over his chest and then a bow for the lady before exiting. Irenic's tone was wiser and more scholarly sounding; professor-esque. "I've no business doing what just transpired and no business to ask you this, but why do you intend to stay here when there is no one to keep you company in the case that this happens again?" His hand on his hip and the other rubbed gently at the bridge of his own nose in frustration fueled pause . "I really hate to sound like some tedious dope, but Quizical didn't need to see that." Those bi-colored eyes catch sight of her ankle, "I implore that if you wish to no longer exist on this plane you better really do something to irk me, else I won't be letting -that- happen." He nearly had half a mind to ask her where her husband is in all this, although she's yet to mention him, but he wasn't about to ask another man's business. "I refuse to treat you as a child, simply because you aren't, but you need to take care of yourself." His words stern, but not overly so.

Emilia stood from the seat no sooner had he finished speaking, not that her height compared to his was intimidating at all. Tip toes, she stood a little taller if that made any of a difference at all. Then she spoke, a tone just as stern as his, "Unlike Quizical and unlike you I am not a being, I am a monster, a creature carved from ice and given life on this heated land. Unlike your current thought process I was not dying, nor would I have died from being encased in a block of ice. It would have melted away and I would have been perfectly fine. Not that you bother to visit yourself or even care except to make that boy happy, but I nearly died a few days prior because the last amounts of ice that make me what I am had been sucked away out of me, turning my frozen body into a warm and mushy corpse of a human body long dead and preserved by the ice, yet what happens to a body off ice that is dead? It begins to rot and fall apart. The ice was refreezing the body before it fully turned to rot, because the time it takes for an element to refuse itself is a much slower process. So, no I wasn't taking my life, I was returning it."

Irenic 's posture stayed straight as his head tilted down to look at her and his arms crossed over his chest all the while the frustration never left his features. "Monster or not, that is beside the point." The glint in his eyes and the tone of his voice lowers, "I do not care for I am a monster," but it was his carelessness about that fact which feels upsetting to most. Once she mentions she would have been fine his jawline tenses, "So… I should have just done nothing." That gaze narrows on her in a bit of confusion, "Visit? I do apologize, maybe I missed something, but I didn't realize the moment we became actual friends here - where that would be 'acceptable'. Given my reputation and your status I don't think people would get the right idea of someone like me visiting you often." During the rest of her explanation he became quiet with one nod, "So, you'll be alright, you were alright before. I've just been made a fool for trying to help." He catches the sight of the darkening skies which causes him to open the door to her room, "Quizical will be ecstatic to learn that his favorite healer will live. It's getting late and the orphanage will start to wonder where he is in a short while. Would you like to say goodbye until next time to the kid before we leave?"

Emilia lowered herself back down onto her feet, "If you are such a monster that you claim to be then you would have done just that, done nothing, yet you didn't hesitate from freeing me out of a block of ice. I say that perhaps you need to recheck how you define yourself. My status? How does my status affect you visiting once in awhile. Or perhaps, little Quizical is more like you than you realize. I lingered the fine line between life and death for many weeks now, and it is only now that he speaks up. Or he is trying to help your reputation by turning you into a hero..." The words she let linger on him before she patted his arm gently, "Thank you for thawing me out, I will remember your monstrous actions." There was a teasing voice, a half smile and she was out the door of her room. It was to say goodbye to the lad waiting outside, guarding Ara like Irenic told him to. A tight hug, a ruffle of his hair, and then a pat on the head, "Take care Quizical and Feather Stick." her last words before watching them depart.