RP:Return of the Rouge
Synopsis Leoxander is resting at Lita and Mahri's villa, not in the best of shape. Joan comes looking for him after her short conversation with Loravelle. Seeing she made it before Loravelle, Joan catches up with Leo and offers to heal him.
Beachside Villa
Leoxander finally dragged himself from the couch to take in some of the evening ocean air, even if occasional clouds of smoke wafted from where he perched on the teak steps of Lita’s home. He still hadn’t shaved or bathed or made any attempts to improve his appearance, and his ribs were evident under the looser fit of a usually fitted wifebeater stained and torn over the years. His eyes caught some of the moon through the seaside clouds to shine in the encroaching darkness, his gaze on the ocean until other distant movements caught his attention.
Joan was pretty sure Loravelle had gotten to the island before her, but then Joan did make a few stops here and there poking her head into certain shops and taverns asking if anyone had seen Leoxander about. Not getting more than 'He has been back around' the vampiric healer would frown as she made the trek out to his and Loravelle's villa. Never a fan of sand she stepped with purpose and care, not wanting to get too much sand in and on her fancy shoes. Nearing the villa, she would call out a greeting as she stepped towards the porch, but seeing no activity or lights the woman would grumble under her breath as she made the trek over to Lita and Mahri's next-door villa. Nearing it she does manage to spot what seemed to Leoxander, by his stance alone but the body she managed to see did not bode well for the lycan. With a look of concern on her features, Joan would call out, "Hey there stranger-danger, glad to see you alive, and in one piece, what did you manage to do to yourself this time, hm?"
Leoxander was invading Lita’s villa, as his estate felt too empty without the presence of the bookkeeper, whom he still hadn’t seen since her return. Blue eyes shifted to that wolf-gold lifted to watch Joan’s approach as she called out. Seemed he was often in some state of disarray, particularly after a long, untended for absence, and this time was no different. Somehow his healer always showed up in those times. “You know me. Can’t keep away from trouble.” His grated voice answered with a vague reply. He leaned forward to stub out the last of the mellowing rolled herb in the sand and picked up his bottle off the step so there was room for her if she decided to sit. “How have you been?”
Joan stood at the bottom of the short set of stairs as she finally gave her lycan friend a good look over, she couldn't help but let out a low whistle, spreading out her half-gloved hands in a 'nothing really' manner. "Eh, been somewhat busy, I got a rank bump just recently through the healer's guild. I am Adept rank now. Power bump and everything that comes with that. I was given a novice healer as a personal assistant and trainee. Seems I'm trusted and responsible enough with another 'living' person. Which for me is just a pain...how am I supposed to be all big bad creepy evil with a stinking youth following me around giving me calf moon eyes trying to soak up any knowledge I might happen to give out about my chosen art." She chuckles darkly before turning to take a seat on the last step, turning slightly so she can see and address the lycan pirate with a fully flashed fanged smile of good nature. "I just must have missed Loravelle, she pretty much ran for the next ship going out here when I met up with her at the docks back in Cenril. She seemed panicked when I told her that the war between Larket and Cenril was over, with Cernil winning." She shrugs here, she doesn't understand much of human nature, it has been a very long time since she had been mortal and had any kinda care that way for another person.
Leoxander raised a brow almost playfully at the idea of her caring for a living apprentice, but who better than the healer to do just that? Hearing that the mouse was back in Lithrydel brought a silent sense of relief to the pirate, who murmured back, “She never was a fan of conflict.” A drink from the bottle was taken before he stiffly reclined against the top step with the brace of an inked and scarred arm. “While yer here, got anythin’ for some pain?” Some potions or concoctions or narcotics would do him just fine - he didn’t trouble her asking for more. “I hear Jax is still playin’ the witch’s shadow and guard. What else’ e I missed?”
Joan would offer a rolling shrug; she didn't follow the politics of the land unless it interfered with her personal goals. "Dunno the ToW is down to its last round. Someone pegged pirate chick named Hanan is going up against Quintessa for the final round. I think Shishi is M.I.A. This time around, but not my concern or worry. I did appear at most of all the matches as the healer on duty. I got to meet and heal the bard, Alex; the dude seems to be a glutton for punishment. Poor fellow, I don't know why he thought it is a good idea to enter when one is going up against some pretty tough ombres." Giving Leo a 'Really' look as she gets about to his first question, "I got some milk of the poppy, but I'm going to heal that gimpy arse of yours first and foremost. I can do it to the point I won't overheat like last time. So, you pick a place to sit or lay down and I will lay my healing hands on you." She made a point to point towards the hammock while she stood up, going up the few steps to be level with the salty old sea wolf.
Leoxander | The other captain’s name caused both brows to raise slightly in surprise. “She’s back around, huh?” It had been a minute since he’d seen the woman, and their acquaintanceship had always been tentative, at best. He wasn’t quite as shocked to hear the fanged Countess had made the finals. She was skilled in the field of battle, as he knew firsthand. Their bout had been a close one, just a sliver of the upper hand. The mention of Alex brought a shrug of his own. “You’d be surprised who’ll try their luck for the prize and prestige. Can’t say I’m sad to hear the champion won’t be his usual one an’ done, though I wonder where he wandered to. His kids still around?” Her offer was hard to resist, if only for the poppy milk, “I’ll live ‘till tomorrow, or whenever you’ve got some time to spare. Think I’ll go crash their couch for the night, though.” The bottle wasn’t finished, but he’d take his dinner with him back inside. Although that sea air was always comforting, for some strange reason he felt more relaxed surrounded by walls.