6/25/2003

12:11 AM

Logfile from Toshie.

 

 

Yuurin

Delicate of presence is she; this svelte young woman of just a little over five feet is but a wraith in form with her sinewy build and vaguely asian features. A wealth of sloe-black hair generally descends to about mid-back, the shine of health evident along her silken tresses. Feline-lilted eyes with irises of seemingly sundered amber and flecked with pyrite's false glimmer, are rimmed with thick, dark lashes. Pixie nose is perched over a pair of dark lips, her face accented with cheekbones' dramatic angle only to be softened with a pair of youthful dimples. This young woman is a sinewy sylph by all accounts with muscles borne of an athletic life and a silent grace very well tamed.

Straight, silky hair begins black as night at the roots but this time it fades through the spectrum of sloe-dark blues until ending with a depthless marine at the tips. Halter top of natural leather suede dresses her form, tied in the back with a spaghetti-straps in a bow and brazenly showing off the starburst tribalesque tattoo upon her left shoulder. The hemline of the shirt ends in a V to the front, fringed. Capris are khaki, fitting fairly close to her form and dressed with a variety of pockets and buckles 'til they end just past her knees. Short, over-the-ankle boots upon her feet are soft-soled, laced to the ankle and in a darker brown than her top.

An ash grey raptor's feather dangles from a singular plait in her hair, attached with a bead of jade.

Yuurin appears to be 17 years, 3 months, and 17 days old.

She is awake and looks alert.

 

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.

Mitama is here.

Obvious exits:

Elevator   Oak Door   Cherry Door   Master Bedroom

 

"Kieran!" comes Tosh's bellow as she approaches from the elevator. "Kieran?! Are you here?" The girl was getting rather tired of waiting for Kieran to make an appearance, so she simply swallowed that bit of intimidation she felt concerning a certain artist and showed up all on her own.

 

It is a good thing that Malachai had long made preparations for various contingencies. While he cannot anticipate every thing that could happen, there were provisions made for things like being injuried. The portal opens to the warded circle in the center of the penthouse, away from doorways and protected magically. Not that it's necessary this time as Mitama collapses in the center with blood starting to leak through the makeshift binding of his own ink at his side. Now more than ever, he's rather glad he doesn't live alone..provided that someone is around. Ah.. providence indeed, the girl's voice quite welcome suddenly, not that it wouldn't have been otherwise. Weakly he calls out to her, "T-toshie.."

 

Toshie is about ready to go stomping right back out of here. Well, maybe fleeing is more what she would be doing at just the sight of either Malachai or Sebastian instead of the one she is looking for. "Kieran," she sighs under her breath, nearly a growl. The girl flickers a glance at the raptor on her arm, "I am going go give you complete permission to snatch him bald -that is if we ever see him. I-" The girl blinks, hesitating at her voice, frowning. She stops and moves to take a step off of the elevator. "Malachai?"

 

"...help?" By this time, Malachai's sprawled out on the floor, half curled up around the wound in his side. "Toshie... over here." The good part of marble flooring is that blood is so easy to mop up afterwards. Hmm, though everytime Mal puts on the outfit with the red panels over the white half skirt, he seems to either get it trashed or finds someone trashed. This time it's himself. "Help me..." His call grows fainter as shock sets it. It's an interesting fact to note that someone suffering from a knife or sword wound is more likely to go into shock and death than someone who's simply shot by a gun. Amazing isn't it?

 

Help? A jerk of her arm sends Shen into the air and wheeling upwards and away. Tosh's own gaze though sweeps over to lock upon the crumpled presence of Malachai. She mutters something and abruptly darts forward, only to slide across the smooth floor on her knees up to the man. Without another word, he girl's hand slips upward to press lightly to the man's head, at first trying to dampen the effects of the pain upon the artist. She nudges at him them to try to get him to uncurl a little. "Where are you hurt?" There is quite a bit of blood here, making it difficult to find just where, exactly.

 

Only here and now in the safety of his own home does Mitama manage to relinquish his grip on the great black blade now stained with his former brother's blood. It loosens from his grip with a clatter that is loud on the smooth stone beneath him, the coolness of the flooring however only making him shiver in the chill that seeps through his body from the lack of warmth. The pain of the injury is bad, but hardly something he cannot endure for all that a small groan escapes as Toshie tries to move him. "S-side." he whispers, managing to force himself to straighten out a bit, biting back a gasp as his body protests.

 

Toshie pushes the sword out of the way, because... really, she could do without having to deal with any more cuts than necessary. One deep one is more than enough. "Where..." she murmurs more to herself than to him, hands sliding down until finding the hole in the man's clothing. She reaches to pull it away from him until she can see the red-slashed opening in the man's side. A bit of a wince comes to her features, but lips are pursing into a fine line in the next breath, "I can just heal this one on my own... I think." No draining of anyone else necessary -not that there isn't anyone around here to chi drain from. Delicately, her hands press over the wound, beginning to seep healing energy to start the process of repairing from within.

 

Malachai lets out a shuddering breath, though it is one of relief as he can feel the healing energies reaching into him, doing the things that he cannot even with his vaunted powers. And where were his awesome powers tonight that it should leave the almighty sorcerer in such dire straits? Ah how the mighty have fallen for the higher you climb that only means the greater the fall and Mitama has certainly taken a beating to his pride and and to his own self this time. "Good..." he whispers to the girl, knowing that while the wound is serious, it was a simple stab wound rather than something more complicated...like being cleft in two or split. "Where is everyone?" See? This is why Malachai doesn't go outside. ;)

 

Toshie licks parched lips, dark brows coming down to overshadow her golden eyes as she concentrates upon working on the man. She murmurs to the artist, "I don't know. Came here looking for Kieran to give him a good yelling at -and tell him that I got fourth in the all-around at nationals. I'm all but assured a spot on the Olympic team to Greece, for all that he cares..." Yes, she sounds a little angry at the man. Her frown deepens briefly as she knits the flesh slowly back together, fingers tickling over his skin as she finally comes to the split skin on his outside.

 

Malachai twitches slightly at that odd sensation, after all it really must be something to feel wounds closing and healing in such a fashion. "Congratulations." he says honestly enough, his voice firming as his health is slowly restored. "I'm sure that Kieran does care, he's just been very busy lately and things have taken up a lot of his time." The sorcerer lapses into silence for a moment. "I'm sorry too, I'm part of the reason. Not that I mind you coming here, but there was much that we all had to discuss and learn about each other... I suppose we were too engrossed to think about others too. Not a good excuse is it? I.. owe you of course. How can I repay you?"

 

"But if you and the others are going to be getting cut up and who knows what else, I might have to tell them that I cannot do it. Really... it is a good thing that Adrie can heal as well," Tosh murmurs, finally sealing up the wound so that there isn't even a scar, but there is still blood coloring the area. "You will still need rest. I can heal physically, but else... no. And some of your own energy was required to do this. Maybe laying on the floor is not the best place for you." Eyes flicker back up to the man, "This is what I am supposed to do. Heal the rest of you when it is required, but if you think that you need to repay me, you are more than welcome to."

 

Malachai does indeed still feel like crap, but at least it isn't the same feeling as dying slowly, feeling one's life seeping away. There's going to be quite a mess to clean up never the less. "Rest..yeah. If you give me a moment, I might even consider something as drastic as crawling to the couch." The bedroom being too damn far away to make it on his own, darn big penthouse. "I know it's part of your 'duties' Yuurin." he says softly, using her oni name. "But gratitude is gratitude, that is a personal matter and has nothing to do with duty."

 

Toshie eyes the man for a moment and then crawls to her feet. No matter that he is actually bigger than her (Yes, Malachai, there is someone around here smaller than you), she offers him a hand, bracing herself to offer to pull him up some. "I will help you there." She licks her lips again, considering. "Well, I was going to ask you to make me a picture for Kieran's old apartment, but now that I am living with Karen now, her walls are decorated fine. No, instead I will request from you... an afternoon of your time that I can do with you what I wish." Nah, that can't be an evil glint to her eye.. right?

 

Malachai has a bad feeling about this request, but he's committed now isn't he? Or is that /should/ be committed? Staggering to his feet even with Toshie's assistance, the artist somehow makes it to the couches without further complications like falling again. A good thing as well that the couches are leather, given that his clothes are no doubt still tattered and bloody. Collapsing back onto the cushions, he groans but nods his head slowly in consent. "An afternoon of my time. Alright, alright. A small enough compensation for saving my life, hmm?"

 

Toshie makes sure that Malachai is settled upon the couch, stretching a little after having gotten him there. "Trust me. It will not be anything that will be too questionable or anything of the sort." Well, among the oni, you never know. "Just some of your time for me to... enjoy some time with you." Notice the lingering glance at his hair and the slight turn to her lips. She blinks that away, and then looks back down to him. "Sleep. It is necessary to help you heal. I will wait here to make sure all is well. You do have vegetables in your kitchen, right?" But she doesn't wait for him to answer, instead slipping off to investigate upon her own.

 

"Alright... sleep..yeah.." Malachai murmurs tiredly, eyes already fluttering closed on their own accord, no matter how much he'd wish to stay awake and ponder just what Toshie might have planned fo rhim. "Do what you like." is his last whisper before sleep claims him for sure. The girl's not likely to find anything resembling cookable food in the kitchen though. We're talking about three guys living together, but they probably would have been awful batchelors if things had been different. ;)  In other words, while there is probably a lot of snack food and instant meals, the only thing the fridge has to offer is probably drinks and leftover take out containers.