RP:Merry Part Quizical
Part of the Larketian Fault Lines Arc
This is a Healer's Guild RP.
Summary Sabrina is brought, essentially, the corpse of an orphan boy crushed under the weight of the Tenements after the earthquake. Realizing upon arrival there was no chance for survival she does everything in her power with no calculation of cost anyway, if only to spare Irenic the thought of every avenue extinguished. And the cost is great.
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.
Reinhardt had come to see what aid Sabrina needed this day, only to find the House of Ara just as packed. As he began up towards the door, the massive hellhound he has heard of, but not seen, drags Sabrina's limp body off, only to be followed by an avian man holding a child's limp body as he valiantly holds back tears. Not knowing where to begin, Reinhardt is he's after Sabrina and the hound. He didn't know what he could do, but h had to try something.
Sabrina was taken to where the edge of the forest abruptly resumes, the hellbeast cradling her smallish frame as she is draped across his obsidian forelegs. He would lay with her until she woke, but who knew when it would be. The greenery around them was fading, outward from where her hand grazed the surface of the lush ground. Nearby an old pine cracks as it begins to decay from the inside before eventually splitting and announcing their location as the echo resonates off every rock and formation in the area.
Reinhardt advances, but cautiously so due to the large beast acting as guardian and caretaker. Given his knowledge of wolves, the knight tries all common ways to show no hostility, and even submission towards the authority of the large hound. He hops this otherworldly animal can not only see but knows he is here to help, but maybe even guide him in -how the hell- he even can.
Sabrinais motionless. Rohk rears up his head and offers the only fair warning the male was going to get, but it may have been too late. His boots would protect him where he stood but Reinhardt would notice the air around them was difficult to breathe- what ever life-giving properties it possessed was being siphoned out of it. The closer he grew, the more tired he’d feel, giving up an unknown resource he may not have so lightly or freely offered.
Reinhardt feels the drain, but pushes through as his determination to help a woman who is saving countless lives gives strength to ever tiring limbs. Each step is harder, but each step does fall, until he reaches the woman's position, still offering caution and respect for the hound's authority and dominance. "Please.. let me help..." It was getting hard to breath, his focus was dimming. "..her." He'd drop to a knee, but forces himself on. To what he, who knows.
Sabrina’s chest would rise and fall, stronger with the Knights every step. The hound didn’t give two craps if this idiot lived or died. His job, per the elfess’ wishes was to ‘try’ to keep people out of danger. He growled, fair enough. Her eyes snap open, her whole-body lurching to the heavens as she clutched her chest. Reanimation was never painless but what organs had begun to shut down were reignited in excruciating unison. Her head falls in the direction of Reinhardt and demon black eyes are strained to transition to a frosted mint hue. Like gravity returned to the spaces between them Reinhardt may recognize the distinct ability to breathe again. “You need to go.” She is still weak, but her concern for his safety is manually overriding her curse’s code of conduct. And it is exhausting. What energy Reinhardt had involuntary, and unknowingly lent was enough to get her blood pumping again, which would have normally taken the course of several hours had he not shown up; At the cost of a great deal of forest in its wake.
Reinhardt is feeling a great many things, from the draining, the heaviness, fear for her well being and utter god damn confusion as to what the hell was going on with everything, to finally an overwhelming relief she was ok. That. That drives the man to do something completely foolish, but totally uncontrollable. She says leave, and he comes closer, takes that little river elf by her waistline and kisses her with intense passion. It's a heat of the moment thing.
Sabrina’s eyes force themselves open. There was a man, kissing her. That much is registered. If not for a moment there is nothing in return, even Rohk is stunned. Her body stiffens before softening and as her lids grew heavy the mint- so hard to concentrate on in the first place- is thrown into pitch black. A man she so shortly had grown to respect was unafraid, to the extent of conveying voluntary touch and it was beyond her in her current condition, to disallow such an act. The kiss is returned, if only briefly, before her body is rolled from the Hellbeast perch and the massive hound clamps his armored jaw around the Knight’s body, hurling him several yards away discarding him like an old toy. It may have been a few seconds but in that time, it would have pulled a great deal from the unsuspecting man; his veins blackening around his face, the death travelling to his throat and lungs. No sooner was that contact broken would he slowly be returned via his body’s natural progression, the very life she just stole from him.
Reinhardt felt the ecstasy of her lips against his, and then the chilling embrace of death taking hold, to a momentary feeling of flight, to the man crashing into the earth to having his life reemerge from the void from whence it was being drawn into. His heart races, his body is ablaze by numerous things all at once. At still, even here, all he can do is ask her. "Are you ok?" And subsequently passes out cold from the strain of it all.
Sabrina was left on her side, one arm being used to prop her upright and eventually she’d rise to her feet. She looked at him, her fingers going to her mouth as if testing the reality of what just happened. “You idiot.” She was angry, at least, anger was a good cover for what she could not define outwardly.