Heal up so I can kill you
Continued from A Mustelid Maiden
Trace is in a really, really bad mood. And she's a little tipsy. And she's not in the mood for any more cryptic, disgusting beasts at the moment. She's really one strand away from cracking altogether. "/You/ are lucky I don't choose to slay you right here and now." She might still decide to do that. Honestly, this is the second beast today who's pretty much done the same thing, and been disgusting and creepy like this. There's a moment of pause, and she finally just shoves the cat away with a look of disgust, before heading over to the very sickly-looking Hactor. "... /I/ was supposed to beat the crud out of you.." she states in a low growl as she looks him over.
Hactor doesn't say anything, in fact it would almost apear he's sleeping, if not for how his eye was wide opened, but staring straight ahead. In fact the only indication he's even alive is how his chest rises slowly from under the covers of the old lokking stretcher. The cat rises, and come to stand next to Trace saying, "There is the matter of compensation..." The other two hooded figures only stand there like dark centiniels.
What is it with these hurting and almost-dead beasts lately? Trace looks over Hactor with a quick glance, certainly worried, but not necessarily showing that at the moment. She'll send him down with Stubb and they can be all bleedy together. For now, she turns around, looking over her shoulder at the cat and fixing him with that cold stare that's really defined her in the past day. "For all I know, you and your group were the beasts that hurt him to begin with," she hisses in a low tone, turning to take a step closer to the beast and to draw the sword up between the two of them. "Leave. Or /you/ will need to compensate for something."
The cat's eyes dart between the blade and Trace. Finalley he hisses and begins to leave saying to the others, "Mar dal xin!" They leave quickly but noe before the cat turns and sayes, "This will not be the last time you see the Order of the Damned!"
Hactor only sters a little, mumbleing something in a fevered voice. "Lights...lights."
Amos rushes up the stairs after the rat, stares at the fox uncomprehending, "Hactor ya ol' devil, what'cha get yourself into now?!"
Trace hurries back over toward where Hactor is laying on a bit of a stretcher, and she shrugs her shoulders with a bit of a blank stare. "I don't know. I honestly don't know. They said he was stabbed. But they also asked for payment." Trace's eyes flash darkly for a moment, but it's gone, replaced by that struggle of composure. "They said they were the Order of the Damned. I can't say I trust them for anything. Does /anyone/ in this group not have some strange enemy from their past?"
"Just my mother, " Amos mutters, shaking his head, "I don't know, so what the bloody hell are we suppose to do... we can't just let him die!"
Trace brushes both paws back through her hair, further frazzling it. "I don't know. I don't even know what's /wrong/ with him. Where do we move him? The cellar's full."
The Fox just continues his weak mumbling, his fur damped by a cold sweat as he seems to grow plailer with every passing second. A few patrons have come over to gawk at the spectacle, and the bartender grummbled and shook his head saying, "No ope fer em naow. Better le'em make peace wid is maker and foind em a good grave stone."
Amos hisses, "What the blasted **** has been done to them, ain't none of this makes any bloody sense..." He listens to the words of the spectators and glares, "Ya shut it and mind ya own business before am tempted to lose ratty on ya."
"Come on. We have to move him." Trace isn't sure how much she trusts her sanity at this moment, but she knows they've got to get him out of the middle of the darned tavern. It's like Stubb, part two. "Grab that side.." He's at least on a cot.. stretcher.. thing. "We'll take him upstairs. To one of the rooms. Hasn't he got a room here?"
" No e asn't," says the iritated barkeep. But the large hare sighs and sayes, "E can use one of our spare ones though. Jast keep it clean."
Amos grabs the other end of the stretcher, ignoring the rest in the room and focusing on the task at hand, "Lets get it done then, ya lead."
They climb to the second floor.
Hactor was still unconcious of course, but in his subconcious he felt the sensation that he was floating. Floating up into a vast space. "Higher."
Trace leads the way to some random room. It might be someone's room.. but then again, it might not be, and Trace barges in by kicking back to shove the door open. And she motions Amos to set the stretcher down so that they can lift him up onto the bed in the room. "I'm serious. I don't know what to do to fix him, Amos," she states, almost in an irritated fashion.
Amos sits the fox down in sync with Trace, stepping back to stare at him, "We don't know anything, ain't nothing to be done about it. Only healer if ya can call her one is that trollop bothering Angus and Stubb downstairs in the cellar, " He bites his lip, "Nope, best we can do is tend to his wounds best we can and hope he'll pull through."
Hactor is still going higher and higher, in his minds eye. He looks down however, and he can see a vast ocean, with pin points of land.
Oh ick. Blood? And cleaning.. stuff? This really isn't up Trace's alley and she isn't sure how this all /became/ up her alley. She stands back a ways from Hactor, rubbing at the back of her neck as she looks over him and then gestures at Amos. "Well, get to it then! What do you need?"
Amos looks startled, shaking his head, "Me? I ain't know a thing about healing, well maybe a few things, " He recounts, rubbing his chin and looking at his wounds, "Dang is the one who should be here, curses, probably passed out drunk by now, " He frowns, shaking his head again, "Water, and I suppose just clean his wounds and make sure they don't get worse." Somewhat unsure how to proceed but going on what he's got a small inkling of anyway.
The ocean suddenly turns into a lake of fire and Hactor begins to fall towards it. In the real world he lets out a weak yell.
"Oh, flip this. He's going to die," Trace murmurs aloud, before reaching into the little satchel that's always at her side to pull out a few herbs. Leaves. Whatever they are, she crushes them up abruptly as Hactor yells, and pulls his mouth open to shove them under his tongue. "This will help numb whatever pain he has. I don't know how to actually /fix/ the wounds, though." She's a bit frantic in her words. They're going to lose him at this rate. And Stubb. Oh, won't this be a great week?
"Don't'cha talk like that, nobody's gonna die and I ain't gonna let him, " Amos glares at Hactor as if by sheer will he expects to keep him from expiring, "Ya hear me you dumb fool, ya one eye'ed one armed bastard, " He hisses, approaching Hactor, "You're going to survive, and then ratty here is gonna give ya a good thrashing for being an idiot... so don't'cha go dying before ya get your due!"
Sudennly Hactor's good eye snaps open. His voice is deadly silent, but it slowly grows into a snarl as he roars, "You no good ungratfull excuse for a pile of flea s***!"
Trace is scary. She's one of the scarier ones in the group, really. But she's had too many unconscious, almost-dead things move much too quickly when she's been much too close today. And as she's still leaning over Hactor, looking over him and pondering different herbs, he roars. And Trace screams. Loudly. And stumbles backwards into Amos, grabbing at him to try to shove him in between herself and Hactor in a random moment of panic. Though after about a half a second, things start to sink in and she whispers, "I'm going to murder him," to no one in particular.
Amos is still quiet exhausted and half useless, but he's fully awake and follows clearly Hactor's words. He's stunned for a moment, but laughs just long enough for Trace to start screaming, before oofing as she stumbles into him and shoving him towards the fox. He barely stops himself though, almost falling onto the fox and possibly injuring him further, "We'll that's a start, " He says at Trace's words, grinning, "Hactor?"
Hactor jumps a bit a Trace's scream but continues to fume, "There I was, tryin ta foind us some ol' friend of mine that could elp us out! Get stabbed by some nutter, and all you can say is you useless bastard?" He took a deep breath and then roared, "I ought ta knock yer bloody head in!" He then winces and grabs his side growling, "Blast that hurts!"
"You scared the bloody flip right out of us!" Trace then screams at Hactor as she looks from behind Amos and walks over to the fox to point a finger in his face rather abruptly. And it seems as if she's going to say something important before she just lets out an, "Agh! I would /kill/ you! I /will/ kill you! Heal up so I can kill you!"
Amos seems amused by the whole situation and relieved, but still a bit worried that he skips beyond the rest, "Ya going to be okay ya crazed mangy dog, the monk feller said you were dying."
Hactor breaths hard in an attempt to calm himself. Then Amos mentions the monks. "Ta hellgates with thos bally monks! There insane!"
Trace doesn't seem amused at all. In fact, she looks as if she could strangle Hactor right then and there. Or something. "I knew it! I knew they were crazy. Can you believe they asked for /payment/ for bringing you here!?" She's still getting over this whole thing. But. Gosh. At least one of them isn't going to die. And maybe that healer helped Stubb somehow. "Herbs, Hactor! Do you need herbs? Are you in pain?"
Thankfully nobody comes busting into the room wondering what all the bloody yelling is about, or why a bunch of strange beasts have taken this room for their own purposes. Amos grins, "Well, I'd hug you... and she'd kill ya but I do think ya should rest at least, but if you're sure you'll recover?" He eyes the rat maid, "Though I suspect you aren't the only one to need to."
"Of course I'm in pain woman!" but Hactor stops mid yell to grab his side and clench his teeth,
And what is that supposed to mean? Trace looks between Amos and Hactor, before letting out a grumpy huff and digging around to offer Hactor a pawful of herbs. "Well, if you hadn't been a bloody /idiot/, you wouldn't BE in pain!" she shouts back at him, as she shoves the herbs into his paw quite abruptly. "Chew one of those. Every hour. If I don't bloody kill you first! What in flip were you thinking!?" He's in pain. If he wasn't, Trace would likely shove a major Stubb guilt trip down his throat right about now.
Hactor shoved one of the herbs in to his mouth, chewing violently. "I was thinkn," he began, "Tha we could use some elp in our hour of need. So oi looked up an old friend."
Amos is not listening, has sprawled out on the rug and fallen asleep.
A hornet flies in through the window and lands on Amos' ear.
Amos mumbles in his sleep and swats at it.
The rug is also full of fleas.
Trace is exhausted and pretty much just done with the day. So she settles against the wall, folding her hands before her as she just shakes her head at Hactor's words. "Don't do that anymore. Haven't you got any trust in us?" She yawns, and then goes.. somewhere. Probably back to her own room. She needs her beauty sleep. And maybe to get away from that dark, killer side of herself that she thought she'd already gotten rid of quite some time ago. "Don't die in the night," she adds, on her way out. "I still need to kill you."
Thankfully all the flees decide to feast on Hactor, thinking him much better pickings. Amos sleeps peacefully.
Hactor scratches at a flea and snorts as Trace leaves. He then shoots a glare at Amos, but sees the feline is fast asleep. Rolling his eye he collapses back into the stretcher and sleeps. He dreams of the lake of fire.
