9/7/2003

09:56 PM

Logfile from Sebastian.

 

DeCourtenayB - Penthouse

The artistry involved in the decor of the penthouse is a combination of nouveaux riche and antique, with an airiness lended by the blending of pale colors, good lighting, and the wide windows letting in the sun from every direction. At least out here the living room where guests often frequent. The furniture is comfortable looking rather than being overly expensive, overstuffed creamy leather with plush throw pillows. Old carved oak wood forms most of the different tables and stands, a few inlaid with glass tops. It matches the dining set by the bay windows that overlooks the city and harbor.

The inside rooms however, show a different style. The rooms are done in themes, the art studio itself is a mishmash of rioting colors and clutter for inspiration. The kitchen is dark marble with the capacity for catering, though to be honest it doesn't look like it's been used much.

Obvious exits:

Elevator   Oak Door   Cherry Door   Master Bedroom

 

Would you look at that? Seems as if Sebastian is trying again. This is happening all too often and tends to be doomed to some sort of failure. This time the man seems to be setting up a late evening dinner. Caterers got him the ordered food, but it is up to him to set it up. In the midst of the process of putting the dishes onto the table, only to give the dish a gentle tap to set it in a different position. Yep, he is dithering, wondering where Malachai went off too.

 

The circular design in the center path the penthouse between the living room and the dining area is actually a giant ward, usually needing additional lines laid in to activate. Under emergency circumstances however, Malachai can pour energies into it and activate it into an open portal. It seems though, that dinner festivities will have to be delayed as the sorcerer returns through the shimmering gateway between here and the park. What is alarming though, is the bloody state of his clothing and the way he's clutching his shoulder as he appears. The portal blinks out of existence the moment that he's clear of it and with it goes the reserves of his energies as he sinks down to his knees. "B-bastian?" he calls weakly, gritting his teeth as he struggles to stay upright in case no one is home.

 

Sebastian is currently in the midst of finding the right utensil to use in serving up the couscous (and this naturally takes quite a bit of concentration) when he hears the voice. Sure, he often hears his name being spoken around here, and with varying degrees of tone and intensity, but this time the weak calling of it catches his attention quite quickly. Drawer is closed and he turns toward where he last heard it, only to have all of his own blood drain from his face. Yep, here comes the cat with nine lives description and him loosing yet another life at just the sight shown him. "Malachai?"

 

Malachai is quite relieved to hear his name being called, it means he can relax and let someone else assist, given that he wasn't too sure how steady he would be for much longer. Blood loss and shock does funny things after all. "Bastian." he repeats, managing to look up and over in the right direction. "Help... been shot." he hasn't coughed up any blood at least, which in bad kung-fu movie terminology signifies a mortal wound, but it sure hurts like hell anyway. He pulls his hand away from his shoulder for a moment, but the loss of pressure there makes him suddenly lightheaded again and he tries not to tilt to the side and slump.

 

The hell with the lamb and couscous, seeing Malachai sprawled out and bleeding away is quite enough to leave any thoughts of dinner somewhere in his wake. Sebastian quickly makes his way towards the other oni, looking from his face down to the wound, which is apparently at the shoulder. "Shot? How bad?" He reaches over to try to halt Malachai's slump his his chest and arm. Whether through dumb luck or some other circumstance, a dishtowel is employed to press against the wound.

 

"It didn't hit anything vital." Malachai says with a groan, wincing as the wound is pressed upon but making no protest as he knows it's necessary. "Had the wards up to prevent anything hitting important areas, but this one hit here instead, think it went clean through, just bleeding..." He knows all about bloody wounds, but it doesn't make him happy to be once again spilling his own all over the floor. Okay, it's not bleeding /that/ bad, but it's still a gunshot wound. The dishtowel might be covering on one side, but if the bullet went through, then there's the hole on the other side too...

 

Ah yes, the hole through the other side. It would be right about now that Sebastian notices that too, pulling his bloody hand away from Malachai's back. That clearly isn't a good thing at all, right? He gives the other oni a questioning look, and then a frown. "What do you want me to do? Call one of the healers? Take you to a hospital?"

 

Malachai leans even more on Sebastian, weariness in his tone. "Call a healer if you can find one. The hospitals will ask too many questions." Like who shot him, how he got shot, how he got /home/ without anyone seeing. He's starting to go dizzy with bloodloss, sinking more and more, not like in regular anime where you can combat a whole horde of monsters or bad guys while bearing multiple wounds and still go on like you've only got a papercut.

 

Sebastian nods his head in understanding, reaching around and to his pocket for the ever convenient cell phone. Naturally, the first call goes over to Tosh, seeing as she has been quite used to healing certain oni's now and again. Alas, no answer, and he is moving to call after another one. While waiting for the other to pick up, hopefully, he looks back to Malachai with a frown.

 

Sebastian begins to dial his phone.

Adriana answers her phone.

 

<Phone> Adriana says, "Adri here."

 

Malachai looks up at the frown, settling against Sebastian's side as a convenient way to stay up without too much effort on his part. "I was just going for a walk, getting in a little sun. Ran into that girl, Kyoujin-san. Sayuri. And two seishi. One was her boyfriend or something, she got upset over something, kissed me to make him jealous. Worked too well, he shot me." There's a faint air of irritation over that.

 

<Phone> "Adriana? Sebastian. Malachai needs use of some of your healing talents. Right away." Quick and to the point. You bet.

 

<Phone> Adriana rolls her eyes, though Ichijin can't see.   "Yeah.  Ok.  Where are you?"

 

<Phone> "Malachai's. Do you know where his studio is? Are you anywhere close? If not, I can speed your arrival," Sebastian responds.

 

<Phone> Adriana frowns slightly.  "No, I don't know where his studio is.   I'm at the library right now."

 

Sebastian would prolly be a little bit ticked off to if he got involved in some kind of lovers' spat. "Seishi?" Ouch. The way that Sebastian says that makes it sound like a very bad word -well, at least to him is does. "You might want to stay away from the seishi a little more, Malachai. You do much better when they come over here to visit."

 

<Phone> "The library? Where you work?... Excellent, I'll find you. This shouldn't take long," Sebastian speaks.

 

Malachai gives a little sigh and nods faintly. "I just wanted a little air and all. DIdn't expect things to turn out this way." How likely is he to let it go though? That's the question. Mayhaps he can find a way to lure Tomite here and teach him a lesson? Hmm... now there's a possibility. As he listens to the call though, he grimaces as he knows Sebastian will have to leave him to go get Gouka. Which at least is easier than trying to move /him/.

 

<Phone> Adriana says, "Yes, where I work.  It's not like I like hanging out here."

 

<Phone> Sebastian says, "Remain by the desk where I first saw you before, and I will find you easier."

 

You hang up your phone.

 

Sebastian gently lowers Malachai to the floor, almost apologetically. "I need to go grab her. I will be right back. This won't take but a pair of seconds to do." He reaches over to lightly brush at the other's hair before moving to stand.

 

You open a portal to The New York Public Library.

Gouka comes out of the portal.

You have closed the portal.

 

Sebastian doesn't really leave Malachai's sight as he simply reaches his hand through thin air, only to have it disappear, and then reappear a moment later as he fairly pluck poor Adri right on into the apartment. How is that for convenient travel?

 

Malachai stays on the floor where Sebastian laid him down, like where was he going to go? At least the bleeding is sluggish now, or maybe there's just not a whole lot left to bleed. "That really is quick." he chuckles faintly, feeling terribly lightheaded, but clinging stubbornly to consciousness. "Hello Adrianna. We really must meet sometime, when there isn't 'business' involved." They're in the center of the penthouse, where Malachai had reappeared out of his own portal minutes before, landing on the circle ward permanently inscribed into the marble tiles.

 

Adriana throws up her hand as she's pulled through, yanking herself from Sebastian's grip.  "Alright.   Where is he?"   She asks, grouchily as she looks around the room.  "Nice place."   She says idily.   Then her gaze falls on Malachai, and she shakes her head.  "What the hell happened to you?"   Yes, this is Adri in bitch mode.

 

Sebastian's hand is pushed away as soon as Adriana appears, but he really doesn't seem to mind that much about Adriana's lack of politeness. Then again, he just drug her into the penthouse without so much as a 'how are you?' "He found himself some problems with a seishi... /again/." Are there any onis out there that have as many problems with seishi as Malachai does? Prolly not. He moves back down to the floor, reaching for the towel that was used to staunch the blood, showing the bullet wound to the woman. "You can do something about this?"

 

"Was shot." Malachai answers Adriana rather calmly, or numbly as the case may be. He'd probably be a little more defensive about it had he the energy to protest. "I wasn't looking for trouble this time." This time, but there had been times when he had gotten out to do just that..and didn't find it. Funny how it happens that way.

 

Adriana rolls her eyes, before stomping across the room to Malachai's side, kneeling down.   She's not angry about having to heal him, rather, it was the method in which she was removed from her previous location.  "This...is probably really going to hurt."   And that, at least, makes her smile.   She reaches out her hand, which begin to glow faintly greenish, and then that green light reaches out to Malachai.  Yes, it will restore him to health.  And yes, it will be like every nerve ending in his skin is trying to be pulled out with giant tweezers.

 

Or not so funny as the case might be. Sebastian isn't laughing too much at the moment. "The bullet might have gone completely through his shoulder." At least that is what the man is assuming considering what could possibly be an exit wound at the sorcerer's back. Having heard all about the pain counter to Adri's healing before, the man reaches for Malachai, offering his hand for the artist to squeeze, bit down on, whatever if he needs a release for that pain.

 

"Yes, I believe it went right through, as far as I can figure. But what do you mean it's going to hu.." All thoughts suddenly get wiped clean as they're replaced by searing pain, not just from his shoulder but everywhere. He didn't mean to squeeze down on Sebastian's hand, but it rather caught him by surprise and only a last moment's realization stops him from lashing out at Gouka in self defense. At first he tries to stifle any outburst, but then finally cuts loose with a list of invectives in several languages. "#*&%$@!" At least none of it was directed personally at Adriana, though Chase is probably mentioned a few times.

 

Yes, well, and let it be said now that Adriana Montesque is a very, very spiteful bitch.   She concentrates a little harder, closing her eyes, and as Mitama starts to heal, some of the healing power leaps across the physical link between Malachai and Sebastian to give Ichijin a taste of the medicine that Mitama is getting.   But then she opens her eyes to look down at the one who is actually injured.  She waits a moment longer, just to be certain, then cuts her power completely.

 

Dammit! Why couldn't he have gotten the little Nainokami oni on the phone first? It is times like these that Sebastian thinks that he should have waited a couple more rings to have just made sure. Ouch. The man clenches his teeth together, squeezing Malachai's hand right on back at that burst of healing pain. Alas, he isn't quite so articulate as Malachai, and simply glares a lot. A panting breath lather, and he is looking to the artist's shoulder, "Is it still there?"

 

Oh sure, Malachai was nice enough to deliver Mina into Gouka's hands, and this is the way she repays him? Hrmph. Once the pain stops though, the sudden absense of it is nearly as sharp as the pain itself, making the artist grimace for a moment before going limp completely. Good thing he was already on the floor, he wouldn't have had the energy to catch himself. "Ow.. bugger. That hurt." He turns his head to eye his shoulder, but save for the bloody clothes and the rent in the shoulder, the injured spot beneath appears to be gone. "Thanks Adriana... I think." The last bit there was more muttered under his breath than spoken out loud.

 

Adriana nods, slumping for a moment, before lifting her head.  "You're welcome."  She doesn't actually have a beef with Mitama.  She rises to her feet then, lifting her gaze to Sebastian.  "I don't suppose I can get a portal back to the library?"  She asks, before looking back down at Malachai.  "Unless you are still wounded?" 

 

Sebastian makes a last glance to be satisfied that Malachai is indeed free to injury. All of that blood left over still bothers him though. With a slowly exhaled breath, the man climbs to his feet once more. "Thank you, Adriana." When she isn't being a bitch, she actually can be quite helpful. "Yes. Back to the library if you so wish."

 

"No, no. I'm okay now." Malachai reassures, though probably if he did have any other wounds, he probably wouldn't mention them, just to avoid going through /that/ again. "Thank you. Sorry to be a bother." he repeats, letting his head slump back onto the floor. Nice floor, good floor. He doesn't think he could manage getting up, but at least cleaning up marble is easier than say... a shag rug.

 

You open a portal to The New York Public Library.

 

Adriana nods, smiling in a sweetly vicious way.  "That's Sungnocha for you."   With that, she waves, and exits through the portal. 

 

Gouka has entered the portal.

You have closed the portal.

 

Sebastian sees to Gouka's disappearance once more. Once sure she is put back to where he found her, the man comes around again, muttering, "I still despise that woman, and am rather disappointed that Reese didn't let me kill her when I could have, but she does have her uses." He peers down at the slumped over Malachai, eyes skimming over the blooded clothes once again, "Are you quite determined to shave more years of life from me? Because if so, you are doing a marvelous job of it." Breath. "Should I help you up? Or simply take the easy way to the bathtub for you?" He can do more than simply pull Sungnocha out of thing air.

 

The wound might be healed, but that doesn't mean spent energies and spilled blood have been replaced. "Uhm, maybe straight to the tub, if you feel up to it." Malachai says a bit meekly as he peers up at Sebastian through thick eyelashes. "I didn't mean to worry you, I would have tried going straight over to Toshie's or something, but I wasn't sure if she'd be home." And he wouldn't have had the energy to portal again if no one was there. At least at home, there would be someway of being found in time. "I'm sorry." he murmurs, a hand slowly reaching up towards the other oni. "Still love me?"

 

Sebastian could probably be quite a bit more bitchy. But he holds off with a sigh, mostly because of those last words. Really hard to stay uppity after being confronted with that. "Of course I do, even if I question your ability to stay out of trouble. How is it that you attract such things? Do you simply go out and deliberately taunt these seishi? I much prefer speaking civilized with them, and we tend to get along rather well." Well, except for the odd cat girl, but Kieran really shouldn't have been touching him at the time to provoke those taunts that he gave the girl in turn. He reaches down to take that offered hand, and with the pull deposits them both in the bathroom.

 

Malachai pouts at Sebastian as they appear in the bathroom, sitting down heavily on the wide ledge of the bathtub. "I was minding my own business! They're the ones who started it up, and Kyoujin-san who just ran past me and pants some guy..." It starts to sound really strange from there probably. "Really, I wasn't deliberately insulting to anyone. It was that boy, this 'Tomi-chan' who decided to fish out a gun and shoot me in broad daylight. It was a damn good thing for him that his buddy there could keep people from noticing the situation." Frankly Mally didn't want public scrutiny for this sort of thing. "And I do get along with some of the seishi!" His protests die off as he struggles to remove the remains of his now ruined clothing, pulling weakly at his shirt.

 

And Sebastian is helping Malachai remove that clothing as well. Just don't mind the annoyed clucking noises coming from him now and again. He reaches over to start the water running, looking none too amused. "You still find trouble out there quite frequently." He frowns looking over the man's form with a swift glance, definitely businesslike there. "Get in. I want to make sure to don't have any other injuries, and I can't tell with all  of this blood. /Your/ blood." Ooooh, he really doesn't like that.

 

There are very few people whom Malachai would so meekly obey, not putting up any protests as he's stripped down and climbs into the tub, to settle into the water with a groan at first, then a more blissful sigh. Nevermind the pinkish tinge that comes out into the water almost immediately, almost bringing to mind another sort of grisly scene. "I just got shot, not cut up in a duel or something." he notes softly, eyes closing for a moment as he sinks down a little lower into the water. Perversely though, there's a corner of his mind that is enjoying the fussing.

 

You can better believe Sebastian is going to fuss, until he is quite sure that Malachai is unscathed. "Admittedly, the woman is thorough in her work," he gives with something of a mutter. With a sigh, he finally leans over and presses his lips to Malachai's with a kiss, one touched with worry and passion. He murmurs against the others lips, "I am happy that you are safe and sound now."

 

Malachai tilts his head for that kiss, a certain needy eagerness in it as he reaches up with wet fingers tracing against Sebastian's cheek as they do so. He's escaped death yet again, but there was nothing more healing that this touch between them. "I always feel safe when I'm with you." he murmurs, his gaze apologetic once again as he opens his eyes. "Now, can I get out of the tub? It's making me feel lightheaded again." Either that or the kissing was doing funny things to his blood pressure. ;)