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Characters: ~~Batman~~ Ginia Solana and YOU. And you. And yes, you too.
Open? Yes!
Where: All around Schwanheim.
When: Evening of RD 13
What: Ginia is doing her part to keep the streets of Schwanheim safe. And testing out her new teleporting abilities.
Warnings: Maybe violence if someone wants to fight with her, otherwise, probably G/PG.

Compared to Davenport, the crime levels of Schwanheim is practically laughable. Your typical trouble-causing thugs, a few thieves making easy coin off the dull-minded villagers, and maybe a corrupt or at least loudly annoying nobleman or lady. When it came to patrolling the night for trouble, there was honestly little to be found.

It still doesn't stop Ginia from taking to the rooftops at night. It was relaxing being able to run about without the annoying hoards of gossip-seekers chasing her down (though apparently there were still enough gossipers active at night and tying up the thieves hadn't exactly been a subtle move) and there were plenty of shadows for her to test out her new ability on. Finding out she could teleport had been more of an accident, the sort of accident that involved falling through a wall and coming out a few feet away. After that, it was careful refinement, practice, and falling onto unsuspecting people at least once or twice. Having something akin to nightvision was also an added bonus.

Ginia perches on top of a tall building, a dark silhouette in the night with her armor on and mask up. She watches the street and the few people going to and fro. Similar to her first training exercise, she picks a person to follow and sneaks along on rooftop, moving as quietly as possible and leaping ahead through shadows. If they look toward her direction, she stealths, and if she runs out easy paths to follow or they enter a building, she gives up. and while it hasn't happened yet, if someone tries to give chase? Well, that would be a fun change for the night.

If she spots any bit of wrongdoing, she steps in, striking fast, knocking them out, and leaving them for the city authorities to find. That bit reminds her a little of home, a feeling that leaves her feeling nostalgic, sad, and sick.

When she's had enough fun for one night, she heads back to her new home, forsaking the front door in favor of shadow-stepping into the bedroom.

((ooc; TL;DR, feel free to catch Ginia at any point in the night. Be someone she stalks! Catch her as she takes down a criminal! Join her on the rooftop for a merry chase! As a warning, since she's trying to be secretive about things, Ginia won't be saying much at all. However, for anyone who has seen her in her armor, feel free to call her out on it.))

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The action of Ginia helping him to his feet gets a very noticeable wince and hiss of pain from Helios. He'll bite his lip and move in unison with her as they walk out of forest. Each crack and snap of a twig making his eyes dart to the source. His arm was throbbing painfully and he was trying not show it. But the look and paleness of his face gave him away quite readily and he knew that it needed to be tended to as soon as possible. They should have made a makeshift sling...

"I-I'm sorry about, about your a-armor..." that would cost more money to fix not to mention their own injuries. He wonders vaguely if there's even anyone in the town who can set bones.

Ginia shrugs lightly, trying not to jostle Helios too much. She liked the armor given to her, but maybe someone could repair it or maybe she could find another set to work with. Something resistant to owlbear claws would be nice.

They make it a few more steps behind hindsight kicks in. Right. Even in a dangerous forest full of animals waiting to eat them, injuries should be tended to first. Carefully tugging her cape off, she gnaws on the edge until she's cut through enough to tear a strip out of it. With a bit more searching, she finds a stick good enough to support his arm with.

/Sorry, I should have done this earlier. I'm not sure what I was thinking./

"N-No Ginia y-you don't have to..." do that. He sounds sincere as he watches her ruin her cape now too.

"It-it's fine. W-We we both s-still quite a bit out of it. I-I could have waited until we got back." He sounds so dour and apologetic. Though the setting of his arm is painful and it hurts when she does it. He fights back tears and a whimper as Ginia fits the sling around his broken arm and shoulder. But his breath does hitch audibly and he does wince. The steady sharp biting pain turning into a dull throb. He'll bite his lip and look at her with a grateful tiny smile.

"Thank you."

Edited 2012-08-10 23:33 (UTC)

It was a silly cape anyway. Sure, it looked pretty dramatic and added all sorts of flair when running about, but Edna Mode had the right idea; no capes. It serves as a much better bandage anyway.

Even working as carefully as she can to set his arm, pain was inevitable as she moved the arm into place and put the sling around it. She winces and looks apologetically at him, breathing a small sigh of relief when it was set.

/You're welcome. Do you have any other injuries? Are you bleeding?/

There is splotching of blood on the arm that's been broken. He's probably got some cuts and bruises from that hard swipe. It was meant to be a killing blow but he had raised his arm and turned just at the right moment so that he didn't have claw marks going through his chest. But he'll still shake his head. He doesn't want to have her look at his arm, especially not with the scars. Even if Alice has seen them Ginia never has and that always puts him on edge, even just a little.

"No I-I'll be fine. I-I can clean them. It's p-probably just some, some scrapes and minor cuts..." or not, who knows. He'll look at them later when he doesn't have to bother either her or Giles about them. And then he looks to her with a worried look.

"What about you. Y-You should probably b-bind your, your ribs."

Edited 2012-08-11 01:32 (UTC)

Ginia shakes her head.

/Studies have shown binding broken ribs tends to cause more harm than good. The best thing I can do is get some ice or a hot pack on them and rest up. They'll heal in time./ In a few months, though never as strong as they once were. With all the blows she'd taken, Ginia sometimes wishes she could trade in her skeleton for a metal one.

/Maybe there's a doctor around. Or I suppose healer is the more likely term./ Ginia feels like if there was a doctor around, they'd be the sort that was amputation happy or likely to prescribe blood-letting.

They'll heal but never be as strong as they once were. Gods he feels terrible. If his expression was clue enough to that already his obvious apology will be.

"I'm s-sorry." He sounds so terribly apologetic. "I wish I had Nala still. C-Could fix broken bones in a w-week or two..." he pauses thinking on that.

"There's a white mage I-I think, around somewhere. They-they might specialize in s-such things." He rather not go to a present day doctor, no. He likes and needed his arm very much thank you.

That's right, wasn't Bakura a white mage? She wonders if he wouldn't mind be woken up in the middle of the night, though no, maybe there's an apothecary around with some kind of painkiller. Despite the ache of her ribs, it's Helios' arm that worries her the most.

/We'll have to see who we can find. Until then, maybe one of the shops will have some kind of natural painkiller or potion./ Because if video games were anything to go by, potions were cure-alls for everything.

If Helios could have gotten his ingredients tonight he could have made his own potion. But, alas, such was not the case. He wonders how much they'll cost...

"I-I don't know if anything is, is open right now though." It was rather late and he looks over at Ginia with an apologetic frown on his features. Guilt traced in every fiber as he looks back at her and then down at her ribs.

"Y-You should get something for y-yours though. They could p-puncture a lung if, if you don't." He's so grateful that nothing like that had happened, but too much movement and it was a possibility.

/When you're a rogue, everything is open,/ Ginia replies casually. She's not advocating comment theft, she'll leave some coinage behind for whatever she takes, but no doors are closed when you can sneak in or teleport at near-will. It'll be harder with cracked ribs, but she'll do what she can.

One hand gingerly touches her ribs, wincing as she finds the approximate fracture point. There's nothing protruding from the skin, which is good, but internal injuries are always a risk. Still, Ginia brushes it off.

/Don't worry, I'm fine. Nothing I haven't deal with before./

"I-I don't know if using your sh-shadow ability is a-a good idea while you're like this." He sounds worried as he looks back at her. He really doesn't want you over extending yourself brosis. Please do not make him fret over it.

"M-Maybe I-I could...make a-a teleportation s-sigil. It-it doesn't require very m-much." Of course doing it with a broken arm is always a risk. Injuries being taken through that zero space and the cold would hurt probably.

Ginia initially balks at the idea of him doing any sort of magic with a broken arm, but she realizes they have a long way to go just to the border itself. Then there's the matter of getting beyond the thorns and back into the city. She doesn't like the idea of putting him at risk, but unable to teleports people herself, they don't have too many options.

/Normally I would refuse, but we need to get back to the city. Is there anything I can do to make the spell easier on you?/

Helios just shakes his head and laughs slightly. It's a pained sort of laugh and he winces as he waves Ginia off with a small smile.

"N-No. I mean. I'll be f-fine Ginia. Don't worry. It'll just t-take me a moment to draw out." And he'll bend down and grab a fallen branch breaking it so that it's easier to draw and write with. It'll take him a few minutes to draw out the sigil big enough for the two of them and the circle in its entirety.

Note that while Ginia was allowing this, she was still far from pleased by the entire prospect. If he did hurt himself even further? She would never be able to forgive herself. Already she wonders if she should have tried harder to convince him to come back to the house with her instead of going out into the forest with him. But what if he had gone into the forest himself?

No, she couldn't think about past possibilities. Ginia knew she had to focus on the present, and in the immediate present, she foresaw lots of sweets and care for him.

Once the circle is drawn, Ginia steps into it, careful not to smudge any of the sigils drawn into the dirt.

Helios knew it was going to hurt the sheer cold in the traveling space would be enough. But he was not going to let Ginia know that, not at all. He was just going to pretend everything was fine when they arrived in front of the house. Helios will finish putting down the main sigil in blood. Distressing a little at how easy it was to acquire. He'll then give Ginia a faint little smile and nod.

"R-Ready?" And when they finally do leave there is a bright light the feeling of the ground escaping beneath their feet and then they'll arrive at the end of their block with a bright burst of white light. The pain upon landing in incredible and Helios does everything in his power to bite back that cry of pain building up in his throat. But his frayed nerves and snapped bones throb in pain, so much pain, as he wobbles slightly in disorientation. He does manage to gasp a little as he turns to Ginia.

"Are you alright?" A bit of a rough landing but nothing too serious he hopes.

The pain is no less for Ginia. For the time it takes for them to teleport from the forest to in front of their house to a few seconds after, Ginia can't breathe. It feels like someone poured freezing water down her throat and into her lungs. Her ribs ache dreadfully and each breathe feels worse than usual. However, like Helios, she keeps the pain to herself and nods behind grit teeth.

/Perfectly fine. Let's get inside./ She'll help him toward the door, take the key out of a hidden pocket, and unlock the door and let them in to their cozy new home.

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