05-18-2018, 04:14 PM
It took Graowr all of a few seconds to disentangle herself from her fallen opponent, but they were a few very irritating, confusing seconds. Even as she crumpled in defeat, Dupree's bodyguard had an iron grip. More savvy eyes than the majin possessed might have noticed the gauntlets had gotten snagged together, the flame-projecting tubed tangled and wedged against one another. It kept the hold relatively tight, keeping the tiny blue one from simply wiggling free as she might have otherwise.
By the time she finally freed herself, she had managed to completely shred what remained of her cloak. It had been charred and burned during the fight, but was still recognizable up until that point. She had also successfully managed to ruin the delicate mechanisms of the elf's gauntlet weapons, mangling the fuel lines and spray nozzle....things. But they had also been forced apart and freed her.
She did the elf a courtesy, waving a hand in front of her eyes to check for awareness. When there was no response, she nodded and bounded across the room and toward the doorway the astonomer and the old sage-guy had gone through.
She barged out the door and into the back alley just in time toppling over, falling to the ground in a mess. Her eyes went wide at that, with a concerned "Hey!" and she hopped and skittered toward him, kneeling down next to him. "Uh....you don't look so good..." She waited a full three seconds for any semblance of a response before she frowned slightly and her concern elevated. "Hey, seriously, come on. You won, you shouldn't be just..." She paused, just trailing off while trying to think of what to actually say. Shouldn't be just laying there? Seemed kind of mean, all things considered. Lots of times, back home, the winner of a fight had wound up way worse for wear, and could barely manage to stay conscious, let alone do something silly like keep standing.
Especially not when they're been skewered and battered as much as this old guy had. He was made of some pretty tough stuff, even she could tell that much, but from her limited understanding of what it meant he was still human. Sorta. Maybe. She was almost positive humans didn't bleed that color. In a thought that most would consider morbid, her mind briefly wandered to a refreshed memory. First time she'd actually seen a human bleed, and seeing how bright red it was, almost like candy...
She made the same face now as she had back then, just from recalling the taste. Not bad per se, but definitely not candy. Took her off guard. And whatever it was the Sage was oozing from that nasty stab wound it sure wasn't blood. At least not normal, 'look at me i kind of look like candy' red human blood. Definitely not. And she was also definitely not going to try and taste it this time. That color of icky black only tasted good on a very, very, very small number of things.
With a force of will, she tore her mind from wandering food-related thoughts and back to the moment. She poked and searched around, finding that most of the notes and papers that the astro-guy Bud had tried to take with him were in the possession of the old sage already. She took great pains to carefully search and grab everything up, and store it all in one bundle. She would have tried to organize it into some sort of order, but... Well, anyway, it was all together now, and it was safe. More than she could say for her old ally.
With the papers sorted, she collected the Sage's cane, and then the Scribe himself. Despite her diminutive stature, she hoisted him up with ease, only having trouble finding an effective way to carry him given the rather stark difference in size. She eventually managed it, the old man slung over her back, and then she was off and moving. Where to, she had no clue whatsoever. At least not as far as the complex, specific answer went. But the simple answer, at least, she know; it was was 'away from here'.
And 'away from here' is precisely where she went. Completely oblivious in her flight of the attention she might have garnered, cutting a blazing streak of deep pink across the sky. Her aura was a hard thing to miss against blue sky, especially at this hour of the day. Still, the only benefit was how quickly it faded, only a second or two behind her. Which way she was headed was easy enough to tell; where exactly she was going, though? Not so much. Doubly so because she had absolutely no idea herself.
It had been somewhere between....ten minutes and a few hours. Or so she thought. It was honestly pretty hard to tell. The clock on her scouter said it had been closer to the few hours mark. Long enough to get well outside of town and away from the immediate vicinity of any prying eyes. And once there, she had settled down to try and think over what to do next. That, and let the old...book....writer...guy rest. That wound of his didn't look like it was doing him any favors, and could probably do with some kind of attention.
Which really did put things in sort of an awkward place. She was pretty far from a doctor. About the furthest thing from it, in all honesty. Back home, this wouldn't really have been a problem. Could just use some healing beam or something like that. That was definitely a thing she'd done on a couple occasions.Of course...she wasn't back home at the moment. Like a lot of other things, she'd kind of sort of forgotten how to do that here.
....maybe not 'forgotten', exactly. She remembered she'd done. Remembered how she'd done it. Remembered how to actually do it. But just...couldn't do it. At best, she could sort of make some light that just flickered and sputtered like a dying candle. Not exactly what she was looking for. Which left her only one alternative.
Research.
Boy was she bad at it. Not only did her less than stellar awareness and ability to actually navigate the sprawling and twisted complexes of information that comprised the dataverse hinder her efforts, her own remarkable ability to get distracted did anything but help. What should have taken all of a few minutes ended up taking the better part of an hour. By which point, she had noticed, the Sage's wound itself had begun to lose some of the ugly and 'this is probably gonna kill him' look it had once had. Graowr could only assume that was a good thing, even as she carefully followed the directions for the newly summoned item in her possession. Medi-gel, or something like that. Looked real weird, like nothing she'd ever really seen before. Buuuut it was supposedly good for wounds and stuff. So it should help.
When it was all sorted, and she was reasonably sure things weren't going to get any worse, she took care to situate the old man in the shade, and seated herself on the top of the rock that provided said shade. With one problem taken care of, time to turn her limited attention toward another problem.
She fished out the papers from the astronomer, and set about doing what she had thought it might be a good idea to do before. Carefully, very carefully; slowly, very slowly; read and look them over, and try to organize them into something that made sense. Slow going, to be sure, but it seemed like the thing that made the most sense at the time. And it was something to do to pass the time, and wait for the sage to wake up.
He seemed like he'd be better at this sort of thing anyway.
By the time she finally freed herself, she had managed to completely shred what remained of her cloak. It had been charred and burned during the fight, but was still recognizable up until that point. She had also successfully managed to ruin the delicate mechanisms of the elf's gauntlet weapons, mangling the fuel lines and spray nozzle....things. But they had also been forced apart and freed her.
She did the elf a courtesy, waving a hand in front of her eyes to check for awareness. When there was no response, she nodded and bounded across the room and toward the doorway the astonomer and the old sage-guy had gone through.
She barged out the door and into the back alley just in time toppling over, falling to the ground in a mess. Her eyes went wide at that, with a concerned "Hey!" and she hopped and skittered toward him, kneeling down next to him. "Uh....you don't look so good..." She waited a full three seconds for any semblance of a response before she frowned slightly and her concern elevated. "Hey, seriously, come on. You won, you shouldn't be just..." She paused, just trailing off while trying to think of what to actually say. Shouldn't be just laying there? Seemed kind of mean, all things considered. Lots of times, back home, the winner of a fight had wound up way worse for wear, and could barely manage to stay conscious, let alone do something silly like keep standing.
Especially not when they're been skewered and battered as much as this old guy had. He was made of some pretty tough stuff, even she could tell that much, but from her limited understanding of what it meant he was still human. Sorta. Maybe. She was almost positive humans didn't bleed that color. In a thought that most would consider morbid, her mind briefly wandered to a refreshed memory. First time she'd actually seen a human bleed, and seeing how bright red it was, almost like candy...
She made the same face now as she had back then, just from recalling the taste. Not bad per se, but definitely not candy. Took her off guard. And whatever it was the Sage was oozing from that nasty stab wound it sure wasn't blood. At least not normal, 'look at me i kind of look like candy' red human blood. Definitely not. And she was also definitely not going to try and taste it this time. That color of icky black only tasted good on a very, very, very small number of things.
With a force of will, she tore her mind from wandering food-related thoughts and back to the moment. She poked and searched around, finding that most of the notes and papers that the astro-guy Bud had tried to take with him were in the possession of the old sage already. She took great pains to carefully search and grab everything up, and store it all in one bundle. She would have tried to organize it into some sort of order, but... Well, anyway, it was all together now, and it was safe. More than she could say for her old ally.
With the papers sorted, she collected the Sage's cane, and then the Scribe himself. Despite her diminutive stature, she hoisted him up with ease, only having trouble finding an effective way to carry him given the rather stark difference in size. She eventually managed it, the old man slung over her back, and then she was off and moving. Where to, she had no clue whatsoever. At least not as far as the complex, specific answer went. But the simple answer, at least, she know; it was was 'away from here'.
And 'away from here' is precisely where she went. Completely oblivious in her flight of the attention she might have garnered, cutting a blazing streak of deep pink across the sky. Her aura was a hard thing to miss against blue sky, especially at this hour of the day. Still, the only benefit was how quickly it faded, only a second or two behind her. Which way she was headed was easy enough to tell; where exactly she was going, though? Not so much. Doubly so because she had absolutely no idea herself.
* * *
It had been somewhere between....ten minutes and a few hours. Or so she thought. It was honestly pretty hard to tell. The clock on her scouter said it had been closer to the few hours mark. Long enough to get well outside of town and away from the immediate vicinity of any prying eyes. And once there, she had settled down to try and think over what to do next. That, and let the old...book....writer...guy rest. That wound of his didn't look like it was doing him any favors, and could probably do with some kind of attention.
Which really did put things in sort of an awkward place. She was pretty far from a doctor. About the furthest thing from it, in all honesty. Back home, this wouldn't really have been a problem. Could just use some healing beam or something like that. That was definitely a thing she'd done on a couple occasions.Of course...she wasn't back home at the moment. Like a lot of other things, she'd kind of sort of forgotten how to do that here.
....maybe not 'forgotten', exactly. She remembered she'd done. Remembered how she'd done it. Remembered how to actually do it. But just...couldn't do it. At best, she could sort of make some light that just flickered and sputtered like a dying candle. Not exactly what she was looking for. Which left her only one alternative.
Research.
Boy was she bad at it. Not only did her less than stellar awareness and ability to actually navigate the sprawling and twisted complexes of information that comprised the dataverse hinder her efforts, her own remarkable ability to get distracted did anything but help. What should have taken all of a few minutes ended up taking the better part of an hour. By which point, she had noticed, the Sage's wound itself had begun to lose some of the ugly and 'this is probably gonna kill him' look it had once had. Graowr could only assume that was a good thing, even as she carefully followed the directions for the newly summoned item in her possession. Medi-gel, or something like that. Looked real weird, like nothing she'd ever really seen before. Buuuut it was supposedly good for wounds and stuff. So it should help.
When it was all sorted, and she was reasonably sure things weren't going to get any worse, she took care to situate the old man in the shade, and seated herself on the top of the rock that provided said shade. With one problem taken care of, time to turn her limited attention toward another problem.
She fished out the papers from the astronomer, and set about doing what she had thought it might be a good idea to do before. Carefully, very carefully; slowly, very slowly; read and look them over, and try to organize them into something that made sense. Slow going, to be sure, but it seemed like the thing that made the most sense at the time. And it was something to do to pass the time, and wait for the sage to wake up.
He seemed like he'd be better at this sort of thing anyway.
Quote:Adjusting how this is all kept track of. All word/character counts courtesy of wordcounter.net
Word Count -- This Post: 1,323 // Word Count (Graowr): 6,416 // Quest Word Count: 11,389
Character Count -- This Post: 7,327 // Character Count (Graowr): 36,016
And for Sage, here's your totals separated out, using his last post for numbers:
Word Count -- This Post: 445 // Word Count (The Humble Sage): 4,970 // Quest Word Count: 11,389
Character Count -- This Post: 2,497 // Character Count (The Humble Sage): 27,728
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