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Post by Stage on Apr 20, 2018 6:38:52 GMT
The dark-haired woman accepted the flask. She let it hover tentatively below her nose before taking a tiny sip. Her lips puckered and his nostrils flared wide as she swallowed.
"Jesus Christ."
The gunslinger was subjected to a rather dirty look as the flask was offered back. "You drink this shit?"
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Post by KayKay on Apr 20, 2018 7:40:32 GMT
"Like you'll find better outside of London or Mival," she smiled, taking it back. "Not the best taste, but good for emergencies."
There was a flash of silver as Vesyka raced to her side, a rolled up cloth in hand. Kyra took it and offered it to the dark-haired woman. "Bite down on this if you have to. It'll only be a few seconds. Vessy, get ready to close the wound once its out. The less she has to suffer the better."
Positioning herself at the woman's foot, Kyra gripped her boot with surprising gentleness, as the strong fingers of her other hand lightly gripped the end of the shaft. She made certain not to move an inch.
"On the count to three. Ready?" She looked up into the woman's eyes for confirmation. Out of the corner of her vision, she saw Vesyka reach out to grip the woman's hand in support.
"One... two..."
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Post by Stage on Apr 20, 2018 8:00:47 GMT
The short-haired woman's head whipped back and a long, strained grunt poured out of the cloth clenched between her teeth. Her other foot stomped the ground several times and her thin hands put a shocking amount of pressure on Vesyka's fingers.
As the arrow, slick with blood, clattered to the ground, the woman threw her head forward and spat out the rag.
"Goddamn!" she gasped.
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Post by KayKay on Apr 20, 2018 8:21:42 GMT
"Fucking Pale..." the other woman grumbled as she sank back next to the woman. Vesyka had taken her place at the woman's foot, and placed her hand gently beneath her knee. A silvery glow shone from beneath her palms, and a soothing warmth washed down the woman's leg and into the tips of her toes, as if it had been submerged in a warm tub. Soon, the warmth began to spread above her knee as well, trailing throughout her body and closing the wounds that outlined the rest of her small frame.
"Just relax into it," Kyra advised softly as the warmth reached her cheeks and began to mend the torn flesh there. "Vessy's a natural. Few more seconds and you'll be good as new."
She tilted her head. "Don't think I ever caught your name?"
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Post by Stage on Apr 20, 2018 8:29:15 GMT
"Leslie. And you're Kyra and Vesyka, right?" Rich blue eyes titled down towards the healer. "So are you like these fellas? You look human, but aren't? I saw you heal that big gal too."
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Post by KayKay on Apr 21, 2018 3:53:11 GMT
Vesyka seemed to freeze for a moment, looking up at Leslie with wide eyes. Seeing this, Kyra met her gaze and smiled.
"Nah, we're human. Vessy's just talented." She winked at Vesyka, and the smaller woman immediately dropped her gaze back down to Leslie's feet to hide the sudden flush of pink in her pale cheeks.
"We'll reach the main coast in about two to three hours," Kyra explained. "We'll travel upriver for another five, stop by Nerode on the way. That'll give you guys time to get some sleep in. We'll be docking a few hours before noon, and hike the rest of the way to Mival. Should be at the airships before dinner. The rest of these guys are probably going to Matta... but what about you? You don't sound like a London girl."
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Post by Stage on Apr 21, 2018 4:18:53 GMT
"Teach me that talent if you got time then," Leslie huffed before her blue eyes flicked to Kyra. "There's a London here? Look, uh, I... I don't even know where, 'here' is. I was gonna ask you about that."
"She is new," a thin, but steady, voice wheezed. The old man wobbled towards them. "She had been on Matta but a few hours before those northerners set upon us."
"What he said," the woman grunted. "I was running laps when there was this... light. Next thing I know, I'm with these folks."
The old man grasped Kyra familiarly. "I am Wolpoch. Truly, thank you for what you have done."
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Post by KayKay on Apr 21, 2018 4:45:22 GMT
"Of course," Kyra smiled, standing up to greet Wolpoch. "It's what I do."
Vesyka's attention, however, was set on Leslie. Her eyes wide eyes were filled not with fear this time, but sadness. "I am sorry..." she offered quietly. "We call this place: 'Lemuria.' We we all once very new here as well. Oh, but we often come from very different worlds."
"Yeah, Lemmy is a bit of a melting pot," Kyra added, sitting back down next to Leslie. She placed a palm on the top of Leslie's hand in a show of support. "Once we get these guys to the airships we'll help you get settled in. Maybe we can see if anyone else from your world has been dropped in. People in Mival like to group together into districts. Offers them some familiarity."
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Post by Stage on Apr 21, 2018 4:53:14 GMT
Leslie slipped her hand out from beneath Kyra's. She threw the taller woman a look. "One person touching me is enough, thanks. And I figured this place was weird after meeting these guys."
She leaned her head back and sighed. "Couldn't even leave the monsters behind. That thing out there... does it do that often? I don't know how these fellas survive on an island if it does."
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Post by KayKay on Apr 21, 2018 5:11:36 GMT
There was the briefest flash of an expression on Kyra's face, as though she had been hurt. It was gone in an instant however, replaced by an easy smile. She tried to ignore Vesyka looking at her.
"That thing? We call her Skal. Comes from my world, actually. She usually ignores people and keeps to the open ocean. We just lured her here to divert the Lexian's attention once the Osprey arrived – that's this little baby we're riding here." She patted the wall behind her affectionately.
"So you got monsters too? Any special names for them? Terataurs? Aberrations? Buttstanks?"
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Post by Stage on Apr 21, 2018 5:36:14 GMT
Leslie's head whipped forward. "Shit. Aberrations. They here too?"
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Post by KayKay on Apr 21, 2018 6:02:09 GMT
Kyra nodded. "Yeah. I think there might be one or two around Farrago – that's where Mival is – but to be honest I don't really know the difference between the monsters. What's important is that there's definitely other people from your world. Apparently there's a couple of versions of Earth. Vessy and I come from a different one; we got shipped along with London."
"Mival is very safe," Vesyka said, looking quiet worried for Leslie. "So is London. There are not many creatures there at all."
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Post by Stage on Apr 21, 2018 6:06:33 GMT
"Shit," Leslie muttered, rubbing her short, boyish hair. "Happen to know any of those folks? Some of ours went missing a while back. I wonder if they came here."
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Post by KayKay on Apr 21, 2018 6:28:40 GMT
"It's possible," Kyra smiled. "Mival's a big city, and I don't think I personally know anyone from Abe World, but we can help you look."
Her green eyes trailed down as she touched her white shirt. It was still painted with blood. With a weary groan, she stood up from her seat. "I should get this washed off. Try to get some rest. We have a big hike tomorrow, and we'll want to hit Mival before dusk."
Kyra began to make her way towards the hall that lead to the crew's quarters, tugging off her jacket and pulling off her bloodied shirt as she went. She stopped for a moment, before looking back to Leslie. "You can keep that revolver for tomorrow. Good luck charm for the hike."
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Post by Stage on Apr 21, 2018 6:41:02 GMT
Quickly looking down, Leslie nodded and tucked the revolver in to her waistband.
She looked down at Vesyka. "Your pal doesn't feel much shame, does she?"
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Post by KayKay on Apr 21, 2018 7:06:03 GMT
Vesyka, who's cheeks had now gone bright red, swallowed nervously. "Oh yes, she does not." She nearly added that it was lucky Kyra was at least wearing a bra, but decided it was best to introduce her friend's peculiarities slowly rather than all at once.
Her cheeks burnt even fiercer as she stood up and began to follow Kyra. She still had to tell her about the creature that had helped to save the child. A thousand questions burned through her mind. Was it really a farfadet? Could it speak English, or French? If it did, then she at least had to thank it.
"Goodnight, Leslie," she told the woman before she disappeared into the hall after Kyra.
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Post by Stage on Apr 21, 2018 7:14:35 GMT
Leslie only nodded before laying down and stretching herself out. She had more than enough room since the other captives were bunched around the stove, soaking in and sharing the heat of the flames. The only others not clustered in the practical pile of bodies were the two yellow-eyed women, the taller of which had sneaked down wordlessly at some point, and the shorter who had been patiently waiting for her. The tall, muscular woman tolerated her smaller relative pressing close to her as she slept. She herself was still wide awake though.
When the two women incidentally met eyes, the yellow-eyed one gave a curt nod to the blue-eyed one.
Leslie nodded back before rolling over and leaving her be. Both understood that the other liked to be alone.
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Post by KayKay on Apr 22, 2018 4:10:19 GMT
Picking up her pace as she hurried past what would have once been the radar room and the armory, Vesyka poked her head into around a doorframe into Kyra's quarters. The space was small and cramped, as with most rooms on the Osprey. A small cot was built into the far end of the room, and a small wooden desk with drawers had been barely squeezed into the tight space. A single desk lamp sat on top of the desk, illuminating an open bottle of rum and a pile of papers scribbled with crude handwriting and sketches. Kyra sat on the edge of her bed, inspecting her denim jacket for any sign of blood. She cursed under her breath when she found some, and muttered something about washing it in the river.
"Kyra?" Vesyka asked quietly. Green eyes rose from the jacket to meet her own, and although she greeted Vesyka with a smile, she could sense the weariness in her expression.
"Need something, Vessy?"
She nodded quickly, silver hair bouncing up and down. "Kyra, we were not alone when we rescued those people from the Lexians."
Kyra's smile faded. "More nasties, huh?"
"Oh, no, no, no!" Vesyka said quickly, shaking her head. "Not nasty! I do not know what it was, but I know that it was very helpful. It spotted a child who had drifted away before I could, and it saved his life."
"It?" Kyra lowered the jacket to her lap as her interest was piqued, revealing behind it only a black sports bra that covered only her chest, though its tightness left little to the imagination. Vesyka felt her cheeks flush once again as she willed herself to avoid looking on such a sight, and stared unblinking into Kyra's eyes.
"It looked very much like a demon, or a fairy," Vesyka explained. "It had wings of shadow and very long arms and legs, and its face looked very much like Mole's."
"Like Mole's?"
"Oh, it looked very sour."
Kyra laughed loudly, which brought a smile to the girl's face. "Vessy!" she cried, leaning back over the bed as she laughed, and Vesyka quickly averted her eyes to the ceiling. "Did it say anything? Know where it came from?"
"Oh, I am afraid not," Vesyka said. "But I saw it flying towards the west. I do not know for sure, but I wonder if it lives on the west half of Lall – or perhaps it lives on Hyul."
"Hyul? Isn't that place mostly a big ass swamp?"
"I believe so. But that would be a very good place for a fairy to hide, do you not think?" Vesyka shifted her feet nervously and looked at the floor, but this time not out of fear of being an accidental voyeur. "I know we are not yet at Mival, but I very much wish to search for it and thank it for its help. I am afraid it lives in seclusion because people are scared of it, and think it is a monster. I am afraid it is very much like me."
"Hey, you're not that scary, Vessy." Vesyka's eyes were still glued to the floor when she heard Kyra slide off the bed and step towards her, and for a brief, terrifying moment she feared she was going to be pulled into a hug against a half-naked Kyra. To her relief, she felt only a hand take her own, though she felt her heart skip a beat at the touch regardless. A radio was placed into Vesyka's small palm.
"You are allowing me to go?" Wide eyes traveled up to meet Kyra's own, but dropped back down to hide her blush when she saw Kyra give her a wink.
"Of course, Vessy. You're a free woman, right?" Kyra collapsed back into her bed. It was hard to tell if she was unaware of the effect she was having on the girl right now, or if she had simply decided not to point it out. "Just promise you'll be careful, okay? Sometimes people don't hide away because they're like you. Sometimes, well, they are demons." She gave a sad shrug. "Call me on that radio if you get in trouble, okay?"
Vesyka nodded quietly. "Oh, but you must also call me too. I can come for you very fast."
For reasons Vesyka didn't quite understand, her words caused Kyra to giggle uncontrollably. "I–I bet you could," she gasped between breaths of laughter. "Meet me at the airships tomorrow evening?"
Vesyka nodded again. "Goodbye, Kyra."
"Have a good trip, Vessy," the woman winked.
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