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.