07-18-2015, 11:07 PM
Agnès was out of breath from running before Shay was. However, feeling rather ashamed and embarrassed by that, she continued to run on raspy breaths that felt like fire in her lungs - Not to mention, she didn't want to risk stopping and feeling the hands of an enemy wrapping around hers, or worse, a blade or projectile piercing skin, waiting for a led shot to land... But Carrefore was far past being just over the horizon. It was so far away that even its highest points couldn't be seen in the distance.
Shay stopped and Agnès took that as her cue to stop as well. The Vestal put a hand on her thigh and a hand on her throat to try and support herself - She wanted more than anything else just to stop, or better yet, get some rest. She hadn't done so since she had gotten here, had she? And the sun had rose already... As Agnès realized what time it was, she reached up and rubbed sleep lazily out of the corners of her eyes. Afterwards, she turned around to face Shay, who had just put down the target on the sand at his feet.
"We should be safe here, but we won't be for long," Shay said. "Please, sit down. I can treat your injury, if you let me." Agnès pulled down her mask, feeling that it would be most comfortable to stop wearing it at this point - It wouldn't help her, either. As Shay answered her request and sat down on the sand, pushing around the sand a little as he got comfortable (If such a thing was even possible in the current situation, or even in the desert), she too sat on her legs with the white-hot sand beneath her. She couldn't imagine herself or Shay being comfortable here, though she could try her best to make that change. Starting, of course, by helping mend the whole 'Shay got stabbed' thing.
As Agnès examined the wound - Which she rarely had the luxury of doing, as being in the heat of a battle as a White Mage or Spiritmaster usually meant amassing a large amount of white magic for general mending of a target's fleshy bits - She flinched a little. It appeared to be some sort of burn, which made a faint sizzling noise in the dead silence of the dunes. Agnès' white magic felt significantly weaker here, and she imagined she wouldn't be able to do the miracle work she normally did, but she could at least try.
Agnès took in a deep breath and began to focus. Her eyes locked on the open wound, determined, and her black-gloved hands began to give off a greenish glow. She moved her hands closer to the wound, and as she did so, the glow began to move from her hands into Shay's skin surrounding the area. As the glow left Agnès' hands, it was replaced by more and more, glowing brighter or darker with inhales and exhales. Every now and then, Shay would grunt or flinch or let out a sigh of relief - It was working, she mentally assumed, though she assured Shay vocally that everything would be fine. And, if what Shay was saying was true as minutes passed by, she seemed to be succeeding. The wound, too, seemed to be closing.
Eventually it seemed that the injury would be ready to heal on its own. "My ability to heal seems significantly weaker than it once was," Agnès explained, "But I believe this wound should heal in a matter of hours. It does not appear to have received the chance to get infected, and so long as it is not cut open more..." The Vestal trailed off, assuming Shay got the point. "We will be home soon. I suggest you try to get some rest when we arrive."
Odd. Was it home?
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Closing the gap between Agnès, Shay and Nippur was comforting. Having all of this behind her was something that Agnès wanted more than anything - It had to be one of the most nerve-wracking experiences she ever had. In her mind flashed the visage of Konoe Kikyo, bearer of the Ninja asterisk, whom she imagined she had likely seemed to be during that mission as opposed to herself.
No, she wasn't like her. Konoe would have killed her target. Agnès was better than that, or so she liked to think. She then thought of Shay, who seemed used to this. He had spoke of being used to it as well, hadn't he? On one hand, Agnès felt guilty for making Shay drag an amateur around, but on the other hand, she wondered just what he was capable of, being able to do such things alone. It couldn't be comforting to one's mental state to do that on a regular basis.
Though this felt a lot like jumping to conclusions, even if she was outright told such things. Besides, it seemed like that would be behind him, if anything. She never wanted to do that again, either, if she could help it. "Agnès? Are you in there?" Met the Vestal's ears as she tuned back into reality. "Did I say something wrong?" Agnès jolted up and blinked a few times. She must have lost herself in thought. "Oh! I apologize," she began. "I started thinking, and..."
"Don't worry about it," Shay replied. "Come on, it's not far. I can't wait to get this off my shoulder," he added and shrugged the shoulder that the target was over. The target offered a rather irritated grunt as a response. "I understand he's not on our side... But I hope he is all right."
"I just hope he doesn't get killed after all this," Shay sighed and the pair strode into Nippur.
Shay stopped and Agnès took that as her cue to stop as well. The Vestal put a hand on her thigh and a hand on her throat to try and support herself - She wanted more than anything else just to stop, or better yet, get some rest. She hadn't done so since she had gotten here, had she? And the sun had rose already... As Agnès realized what time it was, she reached up and rubbed sleep lazily out of the corners of her eyes. Afterwards, she turned around to face Shay, who had just put down the target on the sand at his feet.
"We should be safe here, but we won't be for long," Shay said. "Please, sit down. I can treat your injury, if you let me." Agnès pulled down her mask, feeling that it would be most comfortable to stop wearing it at this point - It wouldn't help her, either. As Shay answered her request and sat down on the sand, pushing around the sand a little as he got comfortable (If such a thing was even possible in the current situation, or even in the desert), she too sat on her legs with the white-hot sand beneath her. She couldn't imagine herself or Shay being comfortable here, though she could try her best to make that change. Starting, of course, by helping mend the whole 'Shay got stabbed' thing.
As Agnès examined the wound - Which she rarely had the luxury of doing, as being in the heat of a battle as a White Mage or Spiritmaster usually meant amassing a large amount of white magic for general mending of a target's fleshy bits - She flinched a little. It appeared to be some sort of burn, which made a faint sizzling noise in the dead silence of the dunes. Agnès' white magic felt significantly weaker here, and she imagined she wouldn't be able to do the miracle work she normally did, but she could at least try.
Agnès took in a deep breath and began to focus. Her eyes locked on the open wound, determined, and her black-gloved hands began to give off a greenish glow. She moved her hands closer to the wound, and as she did so, the glow began to move from her hands into Shay's skin surrounding the area. As the glow left Agnès' hands, it was replaced by more and more, glowing brighter or darker with inhales and exhales. Every now and then, Shay would grunt or flinch or let out a sigh of relief - It was working, she mentally assumed, though she assured Shay vocally that everything would be fine. And, if what Shay was saying was true as minutes passed by, she seemed to be succeeding. The wound, too, seemed to be closing.
Eventually it seemed that the injury would be ready to heal on its own. "My ability to heal seems significantly weaker than it once was," Agnès explained, "But I believe this wound should heal in a matter of hours. It does not appear to have received the chance to get infected, and so long as it is not cut open more..." The Vestal trailed off, assuming Shay got the point. "We will be home soon. I suggest you try to get some rest when we arrive."
Odd. Was it home?
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Closing the gap between Agnès, Shay and Nippur was comforting. Having all of this behind her was something that Agnès wanted more than anything - It had to be one of the most nerve-wracking experiences she ever had. In her mind flashed the visage of Konoe Kikyo, bearer of the Ninja asterisk, whom she imagined she had likely seemed to be during that mission as opposed to herself.
No, she wasn't like her. Konoe would have killed her target. Agnès was better than that, or so she liked to think. She then thought of Shay, who seemed used to this. He had spoke of being used to it as well, hadn't he? On one hand, Agnès felt guilty for making Shay drag an amateur around, but on the other hand, she wondered just what he was capable of, being able to do such things alone. It couldn't be comforting to one's mental state to do that on a regular basis.
Though this felt a lot like jumping to conclusions, even if she was outright told such things. Besides, it seemed like that would be behind him, if anything. She never wanted to do that again, either, if she could help it. "Agnès? Are you in there?" Met the Vestal's ears as she tuned back into reality. "Did I say something wrong?" Agnès jolted up and blinked a few times. She must have lost herself in thought. "Oh! I apologize," she began. "I started thinking, and..."
"Don't worry about it," Shay replied. "Come on, it's not far. I can't wait to get this off my shoulder," he added and shrugged the shoulder that the target was over. The target offered a rather irritated grunt as a response. "I understand he's not on our side... But I hope he is all right."
"I just hope he doesn't get killed after all this," Shay sighed and the pair strode into Nippur.
Quote:AT LONG LAST, WE HAVE DONE A THING! *High-fives Shay*