Another Fight?
The events of this log take place an hour or so after this log and immediately after this one
Black Rose: Slave Cells
There is a scrabbling at the door as Erebos fumbles with the lock, his claws slow and clumsy due to the cold. He finally gets the door open and is swiftly indside, wrapped tight in a black coat, insulated with fur and feathers. "Ah, there you are zir." The lizard says, unhappy for having to visit the slave quarters twice and clearly not aware of anything more important than his own business. He approaches Blackfur "I 'ear you 'ave eenjuriezz I zhould attend...to..." He falters at the sight of the angry doe.
Biff yells."lay one paw on me and I will rip you head off!"
Blackfur turns as he hears Erebos, he nods "A new slave..one with spunk" He does have a black eye, but doesn't seem to worried about it. The bruises on his neck is hidden under his cloak.
Biff just keeps looking for a way to get out of the cage.
Blackfur says, "Thwere is no way out, strong bars and locks and many guards...all over""
Biff looks at blackfur and laughs."I will get out and after that I am going to make you wish you had never been born!"
Blackfur smirks "Right...in your dreams" he grins evilly and leaves the room "Have fun...oh and let those bed bugs bite."
Erebos raises a scaly brow, crossing his arms. An elaborately carved ebony pipe is stuck in the side of his mouth, and he seems slightly unsteady on his claws. "Zeemzz to be that way." His mouth parts in a smile and his eerie needle teeth are shown. The large lizard steps forward, looking down at the doe with amusement. "I would like to zee you try zat. Eeet would be rahzer entertaineeng." He chuckles in a deep baritone, a voice as large as he.
Jo wakes from where he was knocked out. Not recalling what happened, just that his head hurts. "Oof...where..." He looks about and frowns.
Tungur sits up slowly from his cot. "Jeez, can't a rat get some sleep around here?" he frowns a little bit then blinks as he looks around. New slave. One less of the old ones. He doesn't bother asking where that other otter is yet, just standing in front of his cot.
Biff looks at the reptile and laughs."Me to...but I would like to see you both dead even more!"
Jo looks over and stares at Tungur, "Ehh...heya Tungur." He looks around the room again, looking for something missing.
Tungur looks to Jo and slowly starts moving over towards him. "Hey." he says a little quietly, croching down. "Did I miss something?"
Jo shrugs, "I was knocked out and don't remember much of anything." He scans the room another time and blinks, "Daena..." He says under his breath.
Erebos does nothing in response to the two but an angry hiss at the rat. He still remembers that comment about his size. "And 'ow will that be managed?" He asks the doe who is after all younger, weaker, and quite obviously smaller. He pays no mind to the slaves, and has no reason to. He had never learned the ottermaid's name.
Tungur looks around. "Yeah. I don't see her either." he looks up towards the others and stands up. "Hey...where's the other otter?" he asks, stepping forward, making sure he interrupts whatever's going on.
Erebos looks over the head of the quieted hare, squinting at the rat. He mulls over several things in his head, but it seems he is not so ready with assistance as he was before. "I 'ad ze preevelage of takeeng care of ze troublemaker." He makes sure to put on his best smile, full of sharp teeth and reptillian coldness.
Jo frowns, clenching his teeth. "Where is she?"
Tungur frowns and steps forward, grabbing a rock from the pile of them that Daena 'moved' earlier. "Is she alright?" he asks. He doesn't sound angry, or upset. Just that same cold, indifferent tone. "If you hurt her, I will kill you." he holds up the rock. "With this." he nods.
Erebos actually laughs at that. The sound isn't pleasant. Baritone grumbling and rattling and hissing. His tongue flicks out, tasting the air. "Ahhh, I was telleeng 'er earlier, about zis. You woodlnaderz are courageouz you zay. I zay eet eez ztupeedity. Eet getz you eento trouble. Zhe learned zat. Leesten to you threateneeng me. Not a zmart zeeng to do. Even weezout zees barz and equally matched weapons. "
Tungur smirks. "I was one of you this morning. I'll find a way to kill you." he nods. "Is she alright? Yes or no, scum lizard?" he asks. He then blinks and looks down. "Wow, I never thought I'd say that." He shrugs then looks back up.
Jo wrinkles his nose in disgust, taking in shaky breaths.
Erebos seems to be enjoying this, taking some energy from manipulating the other beasts' emotions. Well, he can't get it from the heat, can he? The lizard looks disinterested and inspects his claws, flicking imaginary flecks of dust from the shiny black talons. He blows smoke in Tungur's face. It seems most of his focus is on the rat. "I do not 'ave to anzwer to zlavezz." He reminds them.
Tungur reaches out, going to try and grab the lizard's throat, and if he can, he tries to squeeze as tightly as he can. "Tell me right now..." A simple punch to his side would send him flying back, still healing from Nightmare's attack on him from the other day.
Jo runs up behind the lizard and wraps his arm around his neck, holding the surgical knife to his throat. "Tell me." The knife dripping from a dull brown substance.
Erebos jumps back swiftly from Tungur and draws his blade in the same instant. But he is barred from doing anything further by the otter. He grunts, an angry gold spark glinting in his blank eyes, and reacts after a small hesitation. He is older and more experienced than Jo, in military and dirty fighting, and his of course his weight is an advantage. He grabs The otter's arm with his claw, digging in to the flesh. The lizard bends forward quickly and tugs, sending the otter flying over his back and hopefully straight into the rat.
Jo lets out a yelp as he is clawed. He blinks as he is hurled over the lizard and towards Tungur, swinging out with the small blade. Catching Erebos in the arm before grabbing Tungur's shoulder, vaulting over his head and landing hard on his foot-paws. "Don' mess with a troupe member." He growls.
Tungur oofs and falls flat on his rear end, the rat grunting. "Use something else next time." he growls before slowly pulling himself up. "Just tell us what we want to know." he says. "And I wont kill you." he, grabs that rock, hurling it as hard as he can at the lizard's head when he thinks he's distracted most.
Tungur room-pages, "It would hurt, or something if he took it in the eye. Just be really
Erebos hisses and spits, poking at the slice in his arm with a talon. Aaannnnd whap goes the rock. The great beast swears through his rumbles and hisses, in a strange dialect. "Ukininam!" He raises his sword wielding arm, blood trailing down his bicep, and advances, his tail cracks against the floor behind him like a whip. More for intimidation than anything, but still. "You zeenk attackeeng me eez goeeng to get you your eenformazion?!" Erebos, so well known for being cold blooded and uninterested, is actually livid, his voice reaching a bellow at the last three words.
Jo smirks, "How about you jus' say so and I'll give ye' the antidote to that poison in ye' blood." He takes in a deep breath, not used to this kind of thing.
Tungur blinks and actually looks scared for a second, thoughts of the badger rushing back to him. But he just returns his cold expression again after a few moments. "No, but at least killing you would make us feel better."
Erebos stops and frowns, his nostrils flaring. He pays no mind to the rat, but looks at the otter. Slowly, a talon scratches along his scales and brings up some of the darkening blood, carrying it to his mouth. His tongue darts out and laps at it. There is a moment of silence, and then a rattling hiss akin to a shriek. He takes his scimitar and whips it into a nearby bedpost, nearly slicing through the plank of wood and sending splinters everywhere. "Or I keell you to make myzelf feel better and I vind ze anteedote myzelf!"
Jo rolls his eyes, "And ye' risk dyin' faster. I don' like harming others, but when it comes do to those I love...those that are close. I have no choice." He wrinkles his nose in distaste.
Tungur thinks this is a good chance. When Erebos is completely distracted by Jo, he slips into the shadows before trying to -jump- onto the Lizards back and shoulders. He doesn't jump very high but high enough to do what he wants should his plan succeed.
Erebos sputters for a bit, anger clotting out his senses. As soon as he seems able to come up with a reasonable response however, the rat is on him and it doesn't make it out of his mouth. He staggers and slams into the beds, then swings around and slams into the bed again, this time on purpose so that Tungur is knocked between the wooden frame and the lizard's heavy body. And the same time he lashes back with an elbow and manages to swing it in the direction of Tungur's wound.
Tungur's arms wrap around the lizard's neck, trying to squeeze the life from him. "Just tell us what we want to...oof." he blinks as he's knocked into the frame. And then. And THEN. "Jo, ge-aarrgh." he lets go and falls back. The elbow didn't hit the exact spot, but it was more than enough to send him flying, leaving him in a lump on the ground, arms wrapped around his stomach.
Jo rushes over to Tungur as he is knocked against the frame, "Are ye' ok Tungur?" He looks over the bandages, a little blood staining the bandages but not much. Jo stands up and glares at the lizard, "I demand to know now. I have right to, I am blackfur's most valuble healer. Ye' kill me he kills you, though ye' future is lookin' a bit bleak."
Erebos scoffs, blinking agianst the rage and the exhaustion and the adrenaline, all pumping through his system at the same time. "Eef you are Blackvur'z most zkeelled 'ealer, why are you kept een zis zell? No. You are a 'ealer zat 'e can zpare to fix ze zlavez up when one of uz 'as...too much vun wiz zem. One 'e doez not care about. He leans forward, a claw flashing out lightning quick, aiming to catch Jo by the collar. "Zo go a'ead valuable 'ealer and keell Ze 'ead of ze eenvirmaree and Blackvur'z perzonal zurgeon. Zee what 'appenz to you."
Tungur groans and rolls over. Yeah, there's blood, suggesting he only popped a couple of stitches. He's panting hard and as he tries to sit up, he lets out a loud 'yelp' before laying back flat again. He's down. And it looks like he's out.
Jo spits off to the side, "Ye' would be replaced, ye' life is ebbin'. And yet I have no answer about the other otter." He grits his teeth, having barely catching the lizard's claw by a few fingers. But still getting cut some.
Tungur slowly reaches to his side, grabbing another rock. This one is slightly bigger, but only by a crumb. He hurls it as hard as he can, which, in his state, is not very hard at all, aiming right at the lizard's cut on his arm that Jo made. And then he groans, gripping his side again.
Jo chuckles slightly, "I would rather go out in a river." He puts a paw to his forehead, standing before the lizard. "Can ye' please jus' tell me?" He draws out a small vial, the antidote. The otter twirls it around and raises an eye-brow.
Tungur groans on the floor, the bandages slightly more bloodstained now. "Yeah...s-sure. I-g-gnore me." he groans, slowly dragging himself towards a cot, pulling himself up on it. He slowly moves the bandages slightly with a wince, peeking in. "Oh good..." he mutters.
Erebos ignores the otter. his pride does not allow him to appease Jo. He eyes Tungur and almost says something about bringing him to the infirmary and fixing the damage he's done, but one slave smuggled into the room is probably too many already. "Ahhh I come 'ere vor vood and drink and employment, and I get attacked by woodlanderz I 'ave never 'armed..." He says, quite philosophically. His eyes rove around the room and rest on the pipe, fallen to the floor in the struggle. He settles into a broody silence.
Jo frowns, "Ye...never hurt any of us?" He looks confused.
Tungur looks over. "If you note, I'm vermin. Not woodlander." he manages to get out all at once. He hardly understands anything so he says nothing else.
Erebos clacks his claws together. "Never 'urt either of you two." He offers. "But zen, neither of you can zay you 'ave never 'urt anyone. And you call yourzelvez good beeztz." Harumph! He stands unsteadily and reaches for his pipe. If he cannot have alcohol, he must have tobacco at least.
Jo looks at the floor, starting to feel a little ashamed. "Th...this is the first time. I am always held back by something...except this time." He stares down at the vial in his paw.
Tungur frowns. "Don't...don't apologize...he's not...telling you what you need to know." he groans out, clenching his eyes tightly as he lets his head hit whatever makeshift pillow there is.
Erebos scowls. "You are zlavez...Eet eez not right to know ze doeengz of thoze you zerve. Zat eez 'ow eet eez. Zere eez a conduct both parteez 'ave to abide by. And ze both of you 'ave broken yourz." There is no heat behind his admonishment. This is merely his point of view. "You ztarted zis attack. I would never 'ave attacked either of you. Now what doez zat zay about you two, who zeenk yourzelvez righteouz? You rezort to violenze bevore you 'ave ze vull peecture."
Jo frowns, "I -I just wanted to know if she was ok." He says quietly.
Tungur frowns a little. "What are we supposed to think? You joined mister crazy cat..." he sits up but grunts a bit. "And you enslaved us. And then...refused to tell us if our friend is okay..." he growls. "We should kill you where you stand..." and then he falls back over as he twists the wrong way.
Jo rubs his nose slightly, "I jus' want her back. That's all." He bites his lip, gripping the vial a bit more firmly. Not willing to let go of it yet.
Erebos's eyes turn suddenly from Tungur to Jo. Oh so it's that way is it? Well then... "Do eizer of you..." He starts. "...'ave a tuneec you can zpare? Zhe cannot 'ave a new one, eet weell look zuzpeeziouz, and zhe muzzt 'ave zomezeeng to covor ze ztitches..." He says softly. His voice is almost a whisper, the reptillian hisses and clicks making more pronunciation than his actual voice. He must be sure to be quiet after all. What if, say, Kowell is flitting about outside?
Jo looks at Erebos in surprise, "I..." He is now even more confused, looking over at Tungur. "Answer enough?"
Tungur blinks a bit. Then he lets off the faintest of smiles. His is already torn and battered, so he takes his off and tosses it over. "I've got an older one in my room, more worn. What was my room. If you get it for me later on, I wont freeze to death, he sits down and rubs over the bloodied bandages. At least his bleeding has stopped. He then looks to Jo. "Oh be quiet and hand me whatever bandages you can." he says quietly. Since no one else is willing to change those bandages, he might as well do it himself.
Erebos catches the tunic, wrapping it carefully around his scimitar, which he then tucks into his sash. He reaches a claw out to the otter. " 'and them to me." He commands. He's a healer, after all. Might as well do a healer's work.
Jo grabs up the box, taking out some bandages and handing them to Erebos. Along with the antidote. "I..forgive me. For wronging you." He pauses for a moment before removing a necklace from his neck, a small charm dangling from the cord. An otter-paw with a blue gem in the middle. "Can ye' perhaps give this to her?" He asks hopefully.
Tungur looks to Erebos. "I still don't trust you. But for now, I don't hate you." Which is more than a compliment coming from him. "Just make sure you don't start killing us randomly." he frowns.
If the lizard kills anyone, trust him, it will be far from random. The only thing in Erebos' head is an ever growing and changing strategy. He simply grunts an affirmative to Jo, and downs the antidote. Puffing on his pipe, he moves swiftly over to Tungur and slashes the bandages with a quick swipe of his talons. "I do not look vor your truzt and do not care eev you 'ate me." He sates, just as indifferently. He begins to unravel the clean bandages, the charm tucked in his pocket.
Tungur has busted just a single stitch from what looks like a recent operation. He then looks down and shakes his head. "Darn badger." he mutters to himself before resting back on his arms, reluctantly letting Erebos work.
Jo walks over to Tungur, looking closely at the sealed wound. "Too much stress, Tungur."
Erebos huffs, looking at the wound. Clean enough. He could restitch that if he felt so inclined, but then again, he doesn't really like the rat. "Ze badger eez quite dim witted. Eet eez ze beeggezt chore to talk to 'eem." He says, much more candid than usual.
Tungur nods slowly. "It slammed me into a wall. Twice. Just for saying I could take Blackfur in a fight. And that was before I ended up in here. I have no idea what he's going to do when he finds out. You might get to see more of me." he pauses. "Oh joy, oh bliss."
Jo twicks Tungur in the nose and sighs, "I didn' really mean to get angry at ye' Sir." He directs at Erebos.
Erebos grunts again. He does not forgive, but he seems mollifed by Jo calling him 'sir.' He goes about the business of rebandaging, pipe clenched in his teeth. "When exactlee deed I become ze zlave'z doctor?" He grumbles, eyes on his work.
Tungur winces a bit and then shrugs his shoulders. "Right now apparently..." he smirks a little. "And I'm not a slave...well. I wasn't." He frowns then sighs. He does his best not to fall asleep but as soon as the lizard thing is done bandaging him, he lies down. "Make sure Daena gets that tunic. Its my favorite." he smirks lightly before drifting off.
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