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Post by Greenie on Jan 15, 2008 23:20:54 GMT -5
 After spending the morning tending the store on her own, Vessatha was tired and sorely needed a break. Somehow she'd managed to be the only one on shift today, which was rare, since Aderlass was usually around or another employee was. The ferret felt guilty about having to close so she could, at the very least, go get some lunch, but there was nothing to be done about it. So she flipped the close sign and locked the door behind her, and set off in search of a quick meal.. preferably somewhere that had chairs. Her pregnant body didn't move as fast as it had in previous months, so it took her ten minutes to get to her favorite deli, as opposed to the five it would have otherwise. She walked in and ordered a sandwich, a drink.. and three sides of biscuits. The barista looked at her funny, but the barista wasn't pregnant, so clearly had no idea what it was like to feed four, five, six, or seven bodies--Vessa didn't know how many she was feeding, but it had to be more than two. If there was only one mooching off her, it was going to be one fat kid, that was for sure. The thought only served to depress her, as she really wasn't prepared to deal with one kid.. let alone three, four, five, six, etc. It was a nice sunny day, so as soon as her food was up she grabbed it and trudged outside to one of their outdoor tables and plopped down with a sigh of relief. Food, a chair, and sunshine.. all she could ask for was some nice trees, but she lived in a city... ha. |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 16, 2008 10:16:58 GMT -5
Days like this, Wulfram didn't know why he bothered. His pristine white outfit had a tear in the side and he was cradling that location with one arm, trying to ignore what was becoming increasingly painful. If he were not so proud of his rank and his suit, then he might have wished he were a Heart just then so that he could make the pain go away, if only briefly. Perhaps long enough to stop the bleeding. At very least his job was completed despite the little hitch that had been the knife in his side. That meant he could relax for the remainder of the afternoon and nurse his injury before returning to Lenore's prying concerns. When a cafe came into sight, he shifted over and slumped down in a seat shaded from the brilliant afternoon sun; uncaring that a pregnant-looking ferret happened to occupy the seat across from him. The sun was always too bright, too warm...too unlike home. Like the ferret seated nearby, he missed the trees and the encompassing darkness of night. He scowled slightly, flagging down a waitress. "Vaidress!" He growled out. "I need a vader und napdkins."The woman he had attempted to hail gave him a startled look and stared at him for a long moment, obviously uncomfortable about being around a resident of The Wood but more so, she was having trouble understanding his guttural accent. Slowly she nodded and then hurried quickly back into the cafe. He cursed lowly beneath his breath before leaning back, his piercing red eyes suddenly boring into the Kahmden girl before him before dropping down to note her rank and suit. Wulfram didn't bother to say hello, he just nodded his head in acknowledgment and leaned back in his chair. |
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Post by Greenie on Jan 16, 2008 22:09:53 GMT -5
The ferret had been happily munching away at her lunch, blissfully unaware that only a few feet away was an unhappy, mumbling Tulgey that was about to approach her.
Needless to say, she was quite surprised when he slumped down across from her and demanded water and napkins from her waitress--at least, that's what she thought he said. It was hard to tell through his accent. (What kind of accent was it, anyways?) The Forester stopped chewing to stare at him, her brain trying to assimilate what was sitting in front of her.
It came up with several points.
a) He was very white-and-black, just like Harlequinn. Cards like Harlequinn scared her, mostly because Quinn had gone and gotten her pregnant, but also because Quinn was freaky, and Vessatha wasn't much for freaky people.
b) He was bleeding.
c) He seemed to dislike the sun, but that was a fairly common occurance, apparently. Vessa had nothing against it, she just didn't like quite so much of it.
As Vessa continued to stare, he suddenly shifted his gaze to her. She blinked a few times then forced her gaze down to the sandwich held stiffly in her paw. She didn't miss the nod, but debated on exactly how to reply to it.
The ferret couldn't see his rank nor suit, but presumed it couldn't be too much higher than hers for him to simply nod at her. If he was lower, he should be giving her a bit more respect than simply a nod.. but a higher up wouldn't give her one at all. Vessatha concluded he must be near or equal in rank.. but that said nothing about suit. Vessa wasn't too picky, herself, but she knew it mattered more to others, so tended to simply go along with it.
Finally, she picked the best response that had been floating around in her head, and spoke softly, "Are you hurt? I can try to help, if you'd like."
It usually wasn't in the Kahmdener's nature to be overly friendly to creepy, suspicious strangers... but she'd learned that sometimes it was best to be nicer to them, because when you were mean, they just got worse.
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Post by Vyn on Jan 25, 2008 14:36:00 GMT -5
Was he hurt? Yes, of course he was! Not only was he hurt, but he was bleeding on his white shirt and that alone was quite frustrating. Yet, she had offered to help and he supposed it wouldn't hurt to let her. She was a spade and of the same rank as he was, an equal...or as close to an equal as he could have. One day he would stand as Queen above this whole petty City and then he'd show everyone just what power a Spade had.
He grit his teeth heavily for a moment as a sudden wave of pain washed over him and he cursed once more in that strange language.
"Nnn... Ja, I em hurt. Chust e shalloe vound, really...but help ist, eh...appreciated."
His crimson eyes gleamed slightly, darkly frustrated by the fact that he was hurt at all. Wulfram hated showing weakness, especially so to strangers such as Vessa.
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Post by Greenie on Jan 25, 2008 17:47:20 GMT -5
The ferret blinked a few times while he spent what she determined was a very long time deciding on her offer. If she was bleeding, she would jump on offers for help, but she also wasn't quite as suspicious as he seemed to be. Vessatha, however, generally tried not to bleed profusely from limbs, so that might just be the difference.
This stranger struck her as the type that found himself in that situation all too often.
Vessa winced as he seemed to be even more in pain, and found herself standing and moving over to him, though she was unsure of how to help, exactly. What did you do with cuts? Napkins weren't going to do much, especially with so much blood.
"We need to get you to a healer or something.. It may be shallow, but if you lose too much blood you're going to be in trouble." Vessatha stated. She wasn't anything close to a healer, but she had eyes, and he was bleeding a lot.
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Post by Vyn on Jan 26, 2008 5:12:35 GMT -5
Wulfram was not bleeding a lot.
Not enough to consider himself 'in trouble'. He was 'in pain' but not 'in trouble'. He growled lowly beneath his breath, frustrated with her and with the situation.
"No." There was something behind his statement that could've made you stop dead in your tracks. It made the person being spoken too feel small, terribly small, and exceptionally insignificant compared to the Tugley looming before them. Yet, if she wanted to help, he'd let her...but he wasn't about to wander off and let some Healer look at him. Wulfram didn't trust them, never had and never would. "It ist chust e cut, e bit auf bendagink und I vill be fine."
The wound itself was definitely far more than a cut. His target had fought back more than usual and although he'd managed to leave no wounds that Wulfram considered fatal or even critical, he had managed to 'miss' rather spectacularly during one stab and instead of getting a straight clean blow at an organ he instead left a short, gash along his side.
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Post by Greenie on Jan 27, 2008 17:33:11 GMT -5
Vessatha started, then abruptly backed up. She had no idea what she was frightened of, as he had simply given her a negative response, but something about it really made her want to run away in embarrassment, though that was silly, of course.
By that point, his accent was starting to wear on her, and that combined with her confusing reaction made her completely unable to understand what the heck he was saying. Perhaps it was harder for him to speak clearly while in pain.. but it was probably just her.
"Er, sorry, but what did you say?" Something about bananas? Why would he want bananas, wouldn't bandages be better?
At that point the waitress hurriedly returned with napkins, and gave them to Vessatha instead of Wulfram, which left Vessa slightly befuddled. She still had an irrational fear of approaching him again, so simply stood there with them in her hands, looking very confused.
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Post by Vyn on Feb 1, 2008 14:41:03 GMT -5
The woman's sudden lack of understanding was painfully frustrating. Stupid creature, allowing her fear to muddle her thoughts and distract her comprehension. He cursed soundly in his native language once more and then tried again.
"I seid bendagink." He sighed softly, slowing his words down so that he pronounced every syllable clearly. "Bandaging." The spade clenched his fist slightly, crimson eyes boring into the ferret. "Do you understend now?"
He was trying to keep from being too angry with her. She didn't speak his language and when he spoke quickly his accent was thick and hard to understand. Most of his associations were used to it, but some still had trouble. He sighed lowly and then rose to his feet, looming over her.
"Vhetever. You vant to help, ja?" Wulfram held his hand out for the napkins. He just needed something other than his own hand and shirt to slow the bleeding for the time being. "Zen take me somevhere vhere I cen clean tend to zese vounds."
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Post by Greenie on Feb 9, 2008 9:57:41 GMT -5
Bendagink? Seriously, what the hell was he asking for? Thankfully he repeated it and it sounded considerably more sane--BANDAGING. Where the crap was he from that he was so hard to understand? Unfortunately for him he continued to stare at her in that manner so she continued to simply sit there and not respond, as she was starting to wonder that if she made the wrong move, would he simply kill her and go find someone more competant?
Did she really want to help? Not really, not anymore. Vessatha didn't like people that scared her, but she was also too stubborn to simply say, 'No, I don't want to,' and walk away. So she silently handed him the napkins and nodded, trying not to let her fear of him show. (It didn't really work.)
Somewhere to clean the wounds? Where the hell would that be? The ferret barely knew the city--her knowledge was limited to her apartment, the shop, this restaurant and the park. None of them sounded like good options.. but the shop was the best.
"Uh, okay.. This way." She abruptly started off in the direction of Aderlass's shop.. hopefully he wouldn't be back, because it might be slightly awkward to explain why a scary white and bleeding bird was coming in with her..
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Post by Vyn on Feb 10, 2008 1:54:33 GMT -5
Despite his frustration with the ferret Wulfram was forced to pause and tend to himself before acknowledging her. He pulled his bloodied hand away and grasped the napkins extended to him and, with a sharp hiss, he quickly replaced the pressure with the pathetic layering of paper. It wouldn't last long, he needed proper first aide... Slowly those crimson orbs lifted to her face once more and he blinked a few times, cold and full of frustration but also leaking just the faintest hints of true pain.
It was worse than he would ever verbally let on.
"Zank you." He grunted and then rose to his feet, falling silently into her wake.
Wulfram did not care where she took him or who else he would have to tolerate, he just wanted a place where he could rinse out the wound and tend to it before wrapping it with some sort of bandaging more suiting than time or napkins. "Vhere are you teking me?"
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