Post by Joliette Thorne on Apr 20, 2008 5:59:26 GMT -5
HANGING CORPSE TAVERN
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Kasyr swayed in place, an almost palpable sense of
distraughtness coming from the empathic tiefling in waves. This...was much. This was far, far too much. A war, veritably of his own doing, the rebuilding of a city, and now...now this? His head was swimming, and the hybrid could only think to turn upon his heels and swagger towards the bar, "...Goddamnit. Steadmen! I need a drink. ...Oh Goddess do I need a drink..." Some might have been happy, at what he'd been given, but hell if he couldn't do anything save think of Tenebrae.
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**Later**
Kasyr was left. He was all that was left now. The tiefling, Steadmen, and a half empty bottle of wine. Dust, tatters, the outline of where Tenes rage had made itself apparent on his skin. Just small momentos of what just had been as he busied himself with the singleminded task of putting thought to paper. This was the hybrids task, his duty, his trial. He had to ensure that Cabal was more than a fleeting shadow. He needed to revive it. And then he needed to find her, needed to bring her back home, if he could. Hell, he needed to make sure the Corpse and Vailkrin were more than a dried out husk as well. "..If I can do this, hell if I'll have proven I can run Vailkrin. Mon Dieu."
Arann maintained the nervous, almost edgy feeling he'd experienced the first time he'd crossed the threshold of the 'Hanging Corpse' mere nights before. His step still faltered at uneven intervals, possibly from partial intoxication, or more likely from that pestering niggle insisting he'd rather be asleep away from here, somewhere nice like Kelay. However, he was here now, and the knowledge lingered that he'd no doubt spend more than a few hours conducting the business he'd signed for. Thus, with strengthened resolve he crossed to the gathered clique, slowly snaking his way around non-descript furniture, to eventually stand before them, one hand planting almost immediately to the upper of a chair, aiding the support of his heavy frame. The thick, almost ginger hair upon his brow raised as he addressed both seated with a nod, "Tenebrae 'ere?"
Kasyr had been stooped before a piece of parchment, the entirety of his mindset having been engulfed with the same sort focus a hooker might have reserved for a client. It was perhaps that which had him jolting in place, the quill which had been in his hand slammed down to the table as he hopped to an upright position, eyes flickering about the room wildly before coming to focus upon the newcomer. "..I...You.." Swallowing briefly, and offering the facade of a smile, he could only eke out, "You...just..missed her, Monsieur. Er...why? ..Do you need her. I mean?"
Arann would have probably stepped back in surprise at that outburst had he not been leaning against the afore mentioned chair back (which was creaking loudly under the strain), though his eyes did briefly disclose his shock, "Ah. . . I was 'ere 'bout me work, an a bottle she'd offered me, d'ye ken when she'll be back?"
Esgalon shouted, "Why!?!"
Dulcinea had been silently watching the entire exchange, first the interplay from when Tenebrae had graced the tavern with her presence, and now while the newcomer was busy searching for information. Slipping from her chair in the darkest corner, she comes forward, the light from the hearth and many candles accentuating her young features. She headed for the bar, being oddly careful as to not disturb the two conversing males. A seat would be taken near Kasyr, but not close enough to invade his personal space. Her eyes would roam Arann's face, searching for any hint of familiarity but not speaking a word.
Esgalon shouted, "What have I done to fail you?!?"
Kasyr glanced up towards Dulcinea, vaguely recognising her from at least two incidents were he'd simply busied himself with running commentarys. When he didn't have all this to occupy his thoughts. It was maddening, really. Still, Arann was offered the best faux smile the vampiric tiefling could muster, something like a painted grin, complete with a wiggle of Cat-like ears which made the aberrations appearance complete. "I...couldn't tell you that, Monsieur...? Regardless...if she offered tu work, I can, still see to that. Et the bottle, je suppose. You'll just need to specificy on that a bit. On a preference, and on what you were suited for..oui." His tone was level, kept as even as possible, the hybrid trying to play his part to a tee.
Arann merely raised his intent gaze for the briefest of moments, noting the young woman had moved closer toward the pair, then again landed ebon eyes on the tiefling, fixating in a somewhat cautious manner, "Aye, she'd promised whiskey, but I'd rather rum, an' a couple o' hundred gold per month." He raised one of those large hands from the chair momentarily to scratch the unkempt mass of gingery hair covering his large face, "Though she was hangin' on to the coin. . . ." Gaze shifted in shame, "Fer I have a love o' the booze, if ye ken me word?"
Esgalon walks in, hood covering up his entire visage to conceal his identity. He sits himself, away from the others as he pauses to recollect himself.
Dulcinea found herself listening to the male's words with unabashed curiousity. Of course, she did learn a lot by lurking and eavesdropping, but not usually as open as she had been. Glancing at Kasyr, she wondered if the tiefling would be able to pull himself together enough to deal with this right now. He had afterall, just been given a very abrupt shock and her heart went out to him. She didn't know the full story of Tene's reappearance and subsquent abandonment of the Cabal, but she was sure it was to be hard on all of her fellow members. "What a mess..."
Esgalon lays his head down upon the table, the drippings of blood oozing out from underneath the robes and onto the floor as he passes out, a bloody knife dropping to the floor, stained crimson from its recent use.
Kasyr didn't even notice Esgalon, not even by emotions that'd lurk about the man. The hybrid was indeed just a touch too distraught- though he e'er retained his attempt at a strong face, that forced smile of sorts growing a bit more subtle, his attempt at a smirk- and trying not to lapse into outright distress. "A bit...too fond, oui? She's ...away," He'd swallow hard at that, before simply shaking his head, " So, that solves the problem of her..holding onto it." Nodding, more to himself than anything, he'd carry on, "I Take it, then, that tu are Security, for the Corpse. Or..had she made a mention, Of Cabal?" The hybrid would distract himself at this point, turning his gaze off towards Steadmen, to abruptly shout, "A Single Rum, eh?"
Arann finally shifted his large frame from the furniture, heaving heavily against the wood in an effort to stand, only to pull the chair out and sit with an audible thud, never romancing the thought that the tiefling'd mind, he needed to sit, and in his mind at least, that was all that mattered. "Well, she aint said too much 'bout it all, just told me after a couple o' those" The sizable head canting slightly to indicate the rum Steadman had placed upon the table, "that she 'ad a spot fer me, and a bit o' work if I was so inclined, she said too that I'd be workin' with a couple o' blokes but me memory's slipped, aint what it used to be. . ."
Dulcinea blinked at the odd sight of a bloody male disappearing into thin air. Well, perhaps not as odd as one would think. That sort of thing did happen rather a lot around these parts. Frowning slightly, she turned her attention back to the conversation at hand, no matter that she wasn't technically part of it. Through her empathic abilities, it was easy enough to sense Kasyr's distress and in an attempt to perhaps lighten some of his load, the healer would play the part of the hero. Sliding off her stool and crossing the feet to his table, Dulci pulls out a chair and plops into it, giving the newcomer her most pleasant smile. "Hello there. I couldn't help but over hear your conversation. Tene sent you, did she? Well, I'm sure we can get you fixed up in no time." Extending one small, delicate hand towards him, she would introduce herself. "I'm Dulci...may I ask your name?"
Kasyr 's sigh of relief was hardly discreet, something which he'd immediately move to cover with an abrupt clambering from his chair, travelling across the room to pluck up the bottle of rum that had been placed upon the counter- his sweet time taken in getting it. Then, with his composure relatively returned, he'd follow suit, meandering towards the table to plop the bottle in the center, "Don't chug it, et...I'll keep that in mind." From there, he was more than happy to allow the woman to monopolise the conversation, head turning to offer her the faintest of smiles before his focus switched off towards the door.
The moment the tiefling's eyes land upon the door, it would seem to open slightly with a light electrical pop. But nothing seemed to enter...or did it even open at all? These were the questions posed as Ba'al squatted up top in the rafters, grinning down to spot Kasyr...it had been far too long. With a silent brush of air across his form, which lacked the Cheshire cat extension typically present, the feline moved himself to a better angle to view the Chaos from. A twisted grin spread his face when he did, and then wasted no time in procuring five needles as launching them deftly at the hybrid, all set to purposefully miss. Though once they closed in on him, the assassin's finger would spark lightly, setting a current into them, liable to give the tiefling a nice...."shocking" welcome when they passed by and his body completed the circuit.
Arann enveloped that small, delicate extension with what would be considered, in comparison, a huge meaty hand, hair knuckled and darkened with dirt and grime, "Well love, I'd be called Arann." He smiled half heartedly, still not sure of what was happening and where he stood, and knowing full well the deal he'd struck with the lady Tenebrae had been for weekly increments of the gold in the same amount. Though that mattered naught here, after all, he was more inclined to take payment in credit and piss it against a wall, he shook that from his mind though, after all, did he even have a job? "Love, ye ken what I'd be supposed to do? She never said the specifics, t'is why I was 'ere now, to find out what I'd be doin'"
Dulcinea blinks at the now vacant seat across from her. Shaking her head in consternation, she mumbles something about how quickly people seem to come and go here, before leaning back in her chair with a sigh. Quietly she'd mull over the morning's events, trying to puzzle out for herself just what exactly had happened. Little notice would be given to the other activities in the tavern at the present time.
Kasyr particular reaction was exceedingly...violent, to be precise. Aranns dissapearance, and Dulcineas distance twixt table were both matters to be taken into account- a fact the hybrid more than capable does when he had felt that tingle of energy. Just an instaneous estimation, leading to gloved hands darting under the table and lifting up one edge into their path- the charge resulting in a small bit of smoke before the hybrids promptly released it- a scowl his visible expression by that point. "I think he's supposed to be a bouncer, et Cabal. ...I've work to do." This was said more for Dulcineas sake than anyone elses, the hybrid then simply staring up at Ekaitz. "...And piss off, will you? I've not the mood, et less tu want to end up as a fiddle..."
Ekaitz chuckles neatly as he hops forward just enough from his current perch to allow his frame to fall from the wooden support beam. Feet contact the hardwood of a table, his body following up with a crouch to remove the pressure that would liably splinter the wood, "Why so excited to see mich Kasyr?" He grins and straightens himself, walking off the table to procure himself on ground level with the tiefling, "Here Ich had thought du would miss me."
Dulcinea is suddenly pulled away from her reverie as the table in front of her is suddenly pulled into motion. Giving a muffled 'eek' and jumping out of her own chair, she is more than a bit surprised to find herself covering the distance between chair and bar in hardly an eye's blink. From atop the bar, with a slightly miffed Steadman staring at her, she watches another person appear into their midst. "What in Abbadon's name..." Frowning furiously, heart pounding in her chest, she would watch the two warily, taking a bare moment to acknowledge the tiefling's remark with a small nod. "Yes...of course."
Kasyr snaps up his gloved right hand, those bare digits wriggling through the air slightly before the hybrid would seek to grasp at the strands of Ethereal energy that would be tied to Ekaitzs emotions. Invariably, some would be procured, those of amusement favoured most- as the hybrid sought to gather enough for the parlour trick to come. "Fiddle it es. I told tu, I've no time." And then the feline would be wrenched forth with any degree of luck, pulled by a mass of emotional tethers made physical, with full intention of being crashed against the table and dragged within an inch of the hybrid. "You can leave moi alone at any time, you know. Well, unless I happen to kill tu."
Ekaitz shakes his head, about to let witty comment strive forth, when he is wrenched forward. Eliciting a quaint meow of surprise, he barely has time to alter his aerial course to allow his hands to plant upon the table and slingshot the rest of his inertia forward. Both booted feet spark violently as they barrel towards Kasyr before the rest of Ba'al's figure, "Du attacked erste!"
Kasyr was only using one hand to currently screw with Ekaitz Equilibrium and then some- thus it was still within the realm of the possible for the hybrids free arm to pop the table up again. Thus, Ekaitzs form would be essentially pre ordained towards failure as he'd -overshoot- Kasyr. What was worse however, as that the hand holding the strands, once it was all but caught in the fray, would abruptly burst into a squirming mess of dark tendrils. Of Scales rupturing from flesh, and shadows forming into solidity. The end result would be an angular gauntlet, a multi-layed mess of something black and Chitinous, which would swipe straight between Ekaitzs legs with full intent to crash into his groin- a meeting of two opposing momentums. Unforunately, not even the charge held in his legs would do much to slow this assault either, Gospels, particular 'armouring' providing a fair protection. "You did first." At least he'd no longer be holding the stringers, persay, well. After the fact.
Ekaitz curses languidly as he sees the assault unfold, "Ich hasse dich...." Would lightly be muttered as he growls a good bit, extending his hands downward to hopefully somewhat catch the clawed gauntlet, liably ripping open his hands but saving himself from a much harder pain. A current would shoot through his legs, altering the ionic structure for just a moment to reverse the inertia of his body to swing his legs away from the tiefling, using the claw as a pivot point in his acrobatics. Shoving off the armored appendage at just the right moment he'd flip nimbly into the air, just barely not hitting the rafters above him as he straightens out his body to spin horizontally above Gospel's wielder, hanging upside down in the air and raining all manner of explosives, some straight explosions, some bursts of shrapnel, others clouds of smoke, all detonated by a massive web of electricity conducted by a menegere of throwing knifes hurled all about the tiefling. He'd be so caught up in staying away from that damned clawed gauntlet, he'd barely remember to save himself from his drop, catching a rafter with his toes to angle his decent enough to allow four metal wires to wrap about another rafter, swinging him lightly before gracefully landing upon a table, directly in the middle of a line between the hybrid and the healer.
Kasyr stares at the particular penchant for deft defenses that the feline displayed, maintaining a relatively blasee'd expression the whole way through - the evasion anyways. When the veritable rain of everything except for a kitchen sink came his way, an exceedingly noticeable twitch would come to pass, the hybrid abruptly curling down into a ball. Thus, the first part of the deluge would be defended against to a point. Hunched as he was, the brunt of the debris, flame and kinetic force would tear into the back of his coat, if only to reveal the preklek plating woven in vis a vis Mithril mesh wire. It also, incidentally, utterly decimated his rough draft of the letter he had been making. Rather then await the next wave of force to ravage the area however, the hybrid would simply dash from his place, coat shucked mid-lunge- that 300 or so pound mess of outerwear hitting the floor with an audible crack of wood- as the hybrid simply sought to tear through the room. Hell, bruised from the momentum of every single damned explosion and chunk of shrapnel that had hit his back, and hair minorly smoking, he'd almost look comical- something he fully intended to wreak upon Ekaitz- by means of grabbing his left ankle and dragging him across the floor to impact viciously with the wall, "What part of leaving me the hell alone, do tu not get?"
Kasyr said to Dulcinea, "*And Mid attempt at murder* Incidentally, tu said you know Tenebrae. How?"
Ekaitz chuckles lightly as he looks on at the comical tiefling, an action that would hurt him sooner rather than later. Slamming into the wall, barely cushioned by a bubble of static electricity he threw up, he groans upon the floor, "The leaving und alone parts..." Still a smartass....even as he slapped his hand against the tiefling's foot and blasting a high voltage current into the material surrounding his bare flesh, altering the ionic structure of whatever that material was to be the fiercest conductor possible, he wouldn't fold under pressure so easily...not this cat.
Dulcinea watches the whole show with something akin to awe, what might've been a slight missishness, dissolving at the mess the two seemed to be making of the tavern. A heavy frown as the acrobatic attacker landed not more than a few feet in front of her transitioned into a look of astonishment as Kasyr seemed to take the rain of debris in stride and tried to take the situation in hand. Mildly distracted by his actions, she would hazily reply, "What? Oh yes, I've known Tenebrae for a long while. I was her personal healer for a bit. Rather like the Cabal's healer. I healed who she wanted, when she wanted me to...and she gave me a place to stay and protection...I say, you do plan on leaving the tavern intact, don't you?"
Kasyr barely noticed that particular happenings, Ekaitz minorly tuned out so that Dulcinea could actually gain some attention, "So you're Cabal..? Then we need to talk more, D'accord Cheri-eee.." And There'd be an altogether pained cry as what likely should have been a lethal amount of current was run into his body. Mind, He was undead, so killing him vis a vis heart failure was a lost cause, and it didn't quite help that he was a half demon to boot. But no, the worst part was that a moderate supply of the energy was simply getting siphoned -into the hybrid. It sill hurt like a spiteful bitch however, having charred the skin around the point of contact- and made his hair stand on end- though unforunately it was not enough to force the hybrid to leg go- simply grinding the newly 'alchemically' shifted boot against his opponents hands. It was a distraction really, something to keep him pinned and busy long enough for the hybrid to move his left hand over the feline by which Point the gauntlet about his right would fade. Unforunately for Ekaitz, not into the form of the Tattoo's which habitually riddled the hybrids arms. Rather, A katana would be formed from the shadows- solidified abyssal energies which would plunge down to meet Ekaitzs lungs. What was worse, that his right hand would simply shift over his stomach and a twin blade would form to slam down through his gut. Were it a success, Ekaitz would be awarded a murderously quiet, "Leave, moi, be."..well, that, and a pair of patchs of scales- incidentally where he was stabbed- as opposed to the horrendous corrosion that should have been.
Ekaitz would be too alert in this crisis to be coy enough to note distractions, everything was taken in at once as if he was clarivoyant rather then just extremely observant. Noting the katana his right arm would move up quickly, the twin blade being noted, to be countered with the left arm being wrenched upward. A harsh cry would elicit from the feline as the blades plunge through his arms, spraying blood over his coat and undershirt grotesquely, "Du son of a..." And with that the electromancer's eyes would spark violently, his whole body illuminating for a scant moment before his entire atomic structure broke apart, the ions behind the tiefling unnoticably switching polarity opposite to that of the feline's now scattered body, effectively teleporting him to that location in an instant. Rage built in his body as the black scales encompass his arms with sickening pops and rips before curved black blades emerge from the sides of his wrists, one across the hybrid's neck, the other across his left arm, "Don't think....dein bloody Chaos kann outweigh Order...du will fall Kasyr...und Ich..." And then he'd scream staggering back, the blades brought across the half-imp's flesh a good bit. Hands grip his own head, as Ba'al forgets about his ears and tail and they waver into view. His native tounge comes fluidly as he curses and demands the voice inside his head, the voice stabbing at his psyche mailciously demanding horrible, horrible things...trying to force the feline into doing them. Blood-shot eyes look upon Kasyr with malice, "Was zum Teufel have du done to miiich...." Came the hated words...like hellish daggers into the air.
Dulcinea certainly did not approve of all the violence happening in the tavern, both the affect it had on her as a healer and an empath becoming readily apparent. A slight gasp would accompany the rending of flesh and the scrape of bone as Ekaitz pain blossomed to life inside her very own body. Huncing over, she would nearly fall off the bar on which she perched, only to be steadied by the calming hand of Steadmen, who appeared quite resigned to the whole fight taking place in the establishment. A deep calming breath and then the young druidess would straighten up and slide off the bartop, daring to take a few steps closer to the combatants. Being closer to Kasyr, she would wait for the moment in which they were pulled apart before reaching in and grasping his shoulder in a firm grip. "Okay, I think that perhaps that is enough...there has been enough strained emotions tonight." Placing herself in front of the tiefling as if to ward off any further atttempts at violence from the other, she would give them both frowns in turn. "You're both grown men. Start acting like it."
Kasyr didn't even bother moving, a excessively malicious smirk peeking it's way onto his features. Not even the bite of black 'steel' could make the expression waver, the hybrid simply shuddering forward before turning upon his heels and leaning against the wall. The swords would both vanish, his arms simply adorned with twisting Tattoos of serpents, and the tiefling would observe Ekaitz's struggle of sorts, altogether amused at the outcome. What twisted bit of Irony, the likes of which both he and Gospel could appreciate. Hell, when it came down to mouthyness, the hybrid had that covered fairly well. Thus, a small bow was made, what sanguine leaked from neck and arm ignored- a particular wet sounding set of snickers to follow, made all the much more sinister by the regeneration of flesh possessed of those things demonic and Vampirc "You'd best hurry back to Shesryn, oui? Maybe you'll find a nice priest to exorcise tu- as here, you're half as likely to find one who'll make it worse..or just kill tu." And then he'd simply start wiping. The scarf about his neck was adjusted, lifted up so it more properly covered that cut- and the hybrid strode off towards his coat. Dulcinea was addressed anew, "There, The Tavern es relatively intact, non? So...This es as good a time to talk, as any." He hadn't failed to notice the particular bit of agony she'd gone through- but verily..mixed company.
Ekaitz would nearly collapse, "I'll be back fur dich Kasyr...Don't you think Ich won't...." And with that the feline rushed off.
Dulcinea shook her head, throwing her hands into the air as she followed him towards where the fight began. Sinking back down in her original chair, she muttered something under her breath before gesturing to him. A brief wince at the damage inflicted upon the beloved tavern and she'd shake her head again before turning her attention towards the tiefling. "Alright, let's talk. What would you like to know?"
Kasyr followed, before simply slumping into a chair, leaning back heavily, with an altogether smug look of satisfaction still held. Still, this was business, and more distressingly, it was related to something he couldn't fix by more straightforward means, "Well, there es how you intend to survive when vailkrin revives, as that sort of thing happens in this bar all the time- but my actual...query es as to Cabal. I..Theres been a change. in things." Damned if he'd come to realise she'd been there, and so he simply claps his hands together and quite blatantly sums the situation up, "Cabal's damn near gone, Tenebrae's vanished again, et she made me leader." And then every single one of his knuckles would be cracked, "....I need help, to...gather those who are alive still, Recruits, Et..hell if I know how to run a bar- especially when I have a city to build. Et, generally, someone I can trust who es sane. Caedans Cabal, but she's not all there. If you were Tenebraes healer, et I don't sense any lie there- then...Well, that should be fine."
Dulcinea remains silent during his dialogue, simply taking in words with a raised eyebrow. It was true then, as much as she feared. Noddling more or less to herself, she internalized her thoughts, her worry for Tenebrae and the others of the Cabal she had gotten to know suddenly compelling her to get back on the horses, er, so to speak. A slight tug of her lips and she'd turn her smile onto him. "I gather you wish my help? It would be my pleasure to give back to the Cabal. Anything that you need, I'd be willing to help out with." A slight hesitation and then she'd hold out her hand, much as she did to Arran earlier. "I'm Dulci. I don't believe I caught your name."
Binkle flies into the tavern, proud of his growing body. The pseudodragon is now 1'6", and extremely happy about it. He lands softly, and hurries over to Kasyr, glad to see his old friend.
Kasyr carefully extended his still damn well bleeding arm, gloved hands to quite gingerly encompass Dulcineas extended 'offer' of a shake. The hybrid was as ever careful due to his particular 'mental' affliction. From there, a quick and hasty shake would be granted, and then he'd simply retract his arms to himself, "Thats a start, then- et the names Kasyr, or Ashen. I'm..sort of the owner of Vailkrin. Anyways, I'm aiming to get it fixed. ..Get it fixed, Cabal Fixed, et Find Tenebrae." A nod, affirmative as ever, and he'd finally take notice of the pseudo-dragon, acknowledging it's arrival with a simple note, "I don't have any steak."
Binkle barks rapidly, and looks at Dulcinea. He starts to sniff her legs and feet, trying to get her scent like he does with everyone else.
Dulcinea frowns at the pain radiating from the man, her eyes drawn to the blood on his arm as he pulls it back. "Well, I'm your girl...speaking of...How about letting me look at that injury?" Her attention briefly drawn to the small dragon sniffing about, she gives it a small smile before returning her attention to Kasyr and holding out her hand.
Kasyr smiles, actually looking a fair bit more docile then he was before, facades maintained sinking aside, so that he looked distinctly more weary. With a particular nod, he'd extend his arm out towards her, the sleveve drawn up before he'd simply mention, "Don't touch the skin." A warning made for her sake, majoritarily. "Oh...That reminds me. I tend to be confusing as hell, at times- et, well. Someone needs to send a letter out towards the Cabalmates. So, es there anyway you could...er, write out a summary of whats happened? Then just send it to moi, I can add any missing bits. Et, from there, hopefully, I can set up a meeting with those presently in the fold, get to know them. ...Oi."
Dulcinea looking askance at Kasyr as he gives his warning, she nonetheless respects his wishes. Having recently discovered that discretion was indeed the best part of valor, she wasn't about to mess with that particular stroke of fate again. Gingerly she grasps his arm, touching only the covered part of it. She frowns for a moment, her healers sense being somewhat dulled by not having skin to skin contact, she nonetheless finds what she's looking for. A deep breath, another and then she simply closes her eyes and wills his arm to heal. Her lips move in a silent invocation to her goddess, letting the flowing energies of rejuvenation flow through her and into her patient. He would feel little but a tingling warmth and perhaps see the glow of their auras blending if he was sensitive enough. Her eyes still closed, she continued to channel while responding to his query. "I would be happy to help. I'll write out a draft of the letter and forward it to you sometime today, if that would be acceptable." Healing done, she would open her eyes and examine his arm, smiling at her own handy work. "Good as new. Anything else troubling you?"
Kasyr took but a few moments to stretch out before he quite simply drew his left hand up to his scarf, tipping down that particular item to reveal the gash Ekaitz had left across his throat, It was definitively not as bad as it had been before- most noticeable by the fact that his voice didn't sound so 'wet' but it was still more than noticeable. Once 'show-and-tell' had been completed, the hybrid simply shrugged, "That es a slight trouble. As to the rest, it es more than adequate. I thank tu cherie."
Dulcinea slipped out of her chair as the neck wound was revealed, a quick step bringing her within reach of it. She hesitated, looking at his face for a moment, before bringing her hands up, allowing them to hover just above the skin. The healing magicks at her command would be quickly called up again, the warmth and tingling returning to his skin, this time at his neck. "No need to thank me...I'm just doing my job." A gentle smile would be given to him as her hands were pulled back, the skin having reknit and reformed whole and perfect.
Kasyr shrugs slightly, before offering up an almost helpless seeming grin, "Far be it from me to forget my manners just because it's your job. Although, I think, for the sake of my poor mind, I'm going to give myself thanks in the form of rest- Far...Far too much has happened, et if my brain happenes to feel like an omelette, I won't be any good to anyone." Pausing, he slowly rose to a stand, if only to offer the woman a pronounced bow, "Thank you again, et it was a plaisir to speak with tu, Madamoiselle Dulcinea."