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. ;)