Noodling and making friends

[15:43] The afro ruffian was hungry, making his way to Gehenna's river, eyeing the people and demon present. He didn't care about them, standing on the bridges's railing, he would leap into the piranha infested waters to catch him some fish.

Luckily he wasn't torn to shreds immediately as he sank to the bottom. Opening his eyes beneath the current, he could see small caverns- his target. Slowly stomping along the floor bed, he would shove his fist into one of the holes, shaking it around tantalizing before he felt the mouth of a fish latch itself around his hand, yanking it out to check his catch.
(Donny Brooks)

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[16:04] Killian watched as Ark left, he was standing in his spot thoughtfully. Did this mean he was basically among the Gehennans now? He didn't want to be among the Dawnites, that was for sure. Now, he looked over to where he'd noticed a Gehennan boy dive into the water and still hadn't come up yet. Looking deep into the water, Killian wondered if he was okay.
(Killian H. Grandia)
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[16:26] He found himself struggling to pull his catch out, it's fins extending as he could feel the thing sucking his arm down was massive, and clamped down hard. He'd kick his feet onto the cave wall, giving him a better mechanical position to pull it out. He would strain as his muscles stretched with more force than his body was capable of handling.

The water around him beginning to boil as his mana whirled violently around him, his entire body growing in heat as he continued trying to rip the enormous fish out. Bubbles would begin rising to the surface of the water as he tried to roar out. He would immediately have a flashback to his recent battle with the Fallen angel, the waves that consumed the battle field, and how he had to fight to simply survive it all- and at this point? With how this fish had him by the arm and he was quickly running out of breath, this could very well be the death of Donny.

Eat or be eaten.

The same thought that consumed his mind as he saw the maw of the rift eating magi up left and right- he would not die here. Anaerobic exercises were great for building lean muscle- the lack of oxygen he experience right now? That'd do it, especially as a Gehennan's savage will to live and firey mana empowered his muscles, swelling to a large size as he could hear the cracking of cartlidge as the fins snapped and the fish would be pulled from it's hiding hole.

He would be wrestling it to the surface, his left hand punching into it's ribs as his legs wrapped around the catfish that had a couple hundred pounds on the tribal teen. Using brute force to steer it, they would finally breach the water, landing ashore with Donny bashing it's head in with several, hard massive bulging arm that showed his muscles through split skin.

"TAKE. DAT. YA FOKKIN. CUH-NT. TRY'AN EAT ME? I'LL FOKKIN EAT YA FIRST."
(Donny Brooks)
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[16:34] Killian began to see some serious rippling in the water, but he couldn't see what was going on. It seemed some kind of struggle was happening. What should he do, the other boy could have been in trouble. He seemed to get ready to jump in, but Donny soon burst out of the water with fish in hand, finishing his kill with his muscles literally bulging through one of his arms.

Killian only stumbled a few steps back, as Donny had surfaced right near his feet. Donny was still beating up the fish, bashing its face in as Killian looked in amazement at the gigantic fish the boy had caught with his bare hands. "Holy, you're strong."

As Donny would likely let the adrenaline of his kill settle down, his arm would likely go back to its normal size, he would likely notice that his skin had split at a spot from his bulgy muscles. Killian tore one of the sleeves off the gi he wore, also opening it up so it was just basicallya cloth now.

"Your arm, we should fix that." He held the cloth toward the other boy, his arm probably bleeding quite a bit. "I can fix you up, if you want."
(Killian H. Grandia)
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[16:44] He had only stopped because he punched the fish's skull until it was nothing but gravel, pulling his arm out and shoving his finger's into the slick flesh. Ripping out chunks, he'd eat the raw flesh of his prey, looking over and growling at the other boy as he approached.

Did he want to take Donny's kill? He'd tear a cloth and approach him, talking about fixing it up. Steam rolling off his body, all mud and dirt had been washed from him, and no fire magic was active at the moment. It seemed as if the enlarged muscles were a result of his fire magic in an obscure way, or perhaps it was vice versa? either way, his beating heart that thud against his chest as he gasped for air and gulped down fish.

"Oi ya damn roight I'm strong. And whatchya on 'bout fixin' me arm? You a witch doctor or sometin?" He asked almost accusingly, a shocked and confusedlook on his face. However, he did not stop him if he proceeded to treat him, continuing to feast on the fish.
(Donny Brooks)
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[16:56] Killian approached slowly, the boy talking with his mouth full. It seemed what they said in dawn were right, they didn't have much for manners in Gehenna, and apparently they even ate raw meat. Killian let him wolf down some fish first, seeming to wait patiently as he kept an eye on the bleeding.

Soon enough though, he took a seat next to Donny and grabbed his arm with a tear in the skin. The muscle was exposed, but completely intact, pretty hard actually. Killian used a bit of water from the pond cupped into his hands to rinse the wound off, dabbing at it with the ends of the cloth to get any dirt or muck that the water didn't.

It didn't seem to be deep enough to need sutures, as the muscle wasn't torn, and the skin seemed to already be contracting to its normal spot, other than the tear. This was quite interesting anatomy indeed, was this how different magi were for regular humans?

"I'm no doctor, I'm actually a shaman, that of the Divine of Spring and Autumn, Ark. As a Divine's shaman, I can guess that you're from the tribe not far from here, and I should help you if you help the spirits. You contribute to the cycle, and therefore it shall give back to you."

Killian began to dress the arm, wrapping the cloth around it tight and tying it off, so the tear in the skin would have pressure on it, which would stop it from bleeding until it could heal and stop itself. Killian smiled a bit as he finished up, having the wound dressed and probably feeling a bit better now.

"All done, just make sure you check on the wound every now and again, wash it up and tie that cloth back tight. If you find a doctor, they could likely help you with stitches to help it heal a bit faster, but you should be fine, even if you don't get them." Killian nodded as he stood once again, offering Donny a hand up.

"I'm Killian, by the way."
(Killian H. Grandia)
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[17:18] The other boy seemed incredibly fascinated in his arm- but who wouldn't be? Donny was the pinnacle of the human form, a wild child in the jungles of Gehenna, running for their prey, collecting ores and gathering wood. Only eating if blood was shed that day.

Well- that is to say he's pretty fucking jacked for a fourteen year old. His muscles shrinking a good deal as the skin around him became lose, slowly taking it's time to fit back snugly around his frame. He was able to repeat what happened during the fight- but what was the trigger? How was he able to flex so hard his own muscles became hard as steel? Maybe the potions that Zexelis had fed him? He would have to ask.

His arm being bandaged, he would clench his fist a few times, tensing the arm as he felt incredibly weak- all of the fat burned from his body in few moments when his muscles were deprived of oxygen. He would engorge himself on the fish, eating the skin, scales, and everything, picking his gnarled teeth with a fish bone.

"Shaman a'Spring an' Au'umn eh? Sounds like some panzy shit to me. But- ... Wait, could you tell me about teh winter wolf or teh moon cat??" He'd ask suddenly very interested.

"Killin'?" He'd ask with a big toothy grin. "Ay like dat. Name's Donneh fokkin' Brooks. Good ta meet ya, I'll be sure to spit on it and rub some dirt onnit." A nod and a thumbs up.
(Donny Brooks)
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[17:28] Killian just kind of watched as Donny ate a whole fish that was heavier than him. It was kind of impressive, but soon Donny finished his meal and began to pick his teeth. He didn't seem to take what Donny had to say about him being a Shaman too much to heart, but it did hurt a bit.

Soon, a pause though, and Donny asked of Saekanis and Ixchtel. Killian had done a bit of religious studies, he didn't like studying Azrael all the time, back when he was in Dawn, that was for sure. He was glad he'd left that place.

"The wolf of winter, Saekanis and Ixchtel kind of correlate with one another actually. They are both beings who enjoy the hunt, beings who enjoy it when you tribute to them in your own hunt. Of course, Saekanis is best to maintain a connection of worship during the winter, and Ixchtel enjoys when you hunt at night. You could potentially make tribute to them if you go somewhere cold at night time. That part's just theory, though."
(Killian H. Grandia)
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[17:33] Atzi says, "Damned fish."
[17:34] Donny Brooks says, "Mmm"
[17:34] Donny Brooks says, "Sounds like de cat is betta"
[17:34] Killian H. Grandia says, "Probably much easier to worship just about anywhere as well."
[17:34] Donny Brooks says, "More night den dere is cold"