Claude Medic App 1

[21:16] Adrielles words were safely stored in the back of her mind, ready to be looked over and understood when Aranea was in a better state of mind. Right now, she was far too flustered for politics and things of that nature.

Her attention was fully upon Claude. She found herself entirely enamoured; he was a noble that still took pity upon little slum dogs like her. It truly seemed like he cared, even a little; most nobles ignored riffraff like her and Tanya.

"A--Aranea, sir! Sorry, I've. . got a broken rib. The bowing made it ache more. . " she muttered, rubbing the back of her head.

"May I return to a normal posture?"

If he agreed, she'd return to a normal, upright position, yet stood with a salute. She didn't really know any other ways of showing respect. She wasn't exactly experienced in such things.

"The poppylus w-was to numb the pain of my cracked rib, ser!"

The poppylus didnothing. It was purely a placebo effect. Aranea was just too thick to understand that.

"I'm just a brawler. I do what I can to feed me and my sister. I don't know anything else, sir!"
(Aranea Stepford)
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[21:16] Rhene Lasko says, "Let me see.."
[21:16] Rhene Lasko says, "If it's a copper hoe you're looking for, I'd just need to acquire the wood."
[21:16] Rhene Lasko asks, "Give me a few moments and I'll be right back with both, yes?"
[21:22] Leylin watches the Lordly knight walk away, then looks between Tanya and Aranea with a hesitant expression.

Did he -really- want to start with those two as his first fight? It seemed like a pretty big leap from not having fought before to going up against the two best brawlers he knew..

Well, actually, he kind of only knew those two in general, but that's just how small his world is right now. There's nothing wrong with that, right?

He sits up from his partly prone position on the bench. "Hey uh, do you think one of you two could help me learn how to fight better?" The shabby Drakanite youth said towards both Aranea and Tanya.
(Leylin)
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[21:33] There was a soft hum as he listened to Tanya, well spoken for a waif. A hand rose to tape his chin as he pondered it for a moment "Scarcity a harsh fact of life, one of those great problems the wise have yet to answer... And the foolish claim to have done so long ago."

His gaze shifted back to Aranea as they spoke, a glint of realization touching his eyes. "Yes, stand slowly. One would call it foolish to be fighting with a broken rib. Even with the slight numbing affects of the poppy root." As he spoke he'd shift his focus to a satchel hung about his shoulders. "Now, let me just..." Rooting around within it for a moment before retrieving a bottle of smooth red liquid. "Aha! Here it is, poppy extract. It'll serve better than just a normal root."

Calmly the noble shifted his hand handing it not to Aranea but to Tanya. Who was clearly the more level-headed of the duo. "A broken rib heals in about six weeks. In that time have her drink but a sip twice daily. It'll numb the pain and help her healing. I frequent this park oft, feel free to seek me out I will keep an eye on the recovery process."

As he spoke he'd shift back to Aranea narrowing his gaze for just a moment. "You heard my instructions. Do not breath deeply as you live your life." There was a silence for a time as if he was giving them a chance to speak. Yet, truthfully he was looking towards the chest of Aranea Watching their breathing as the chest rose and fell. It didn't appear to be to ragged so the rib that'd broken probably only fractured.

"I've need of house-staff to keep my house. My young associate Argus here will be in touch." He'd give a wave to the youth beside him.
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[21:33] Leylin blinks a few times, then extends his neck outwards to look towards Claude.

. . Why did he not realize that he was the one they were talking to and not that.. Armored guy..? Now he feels embarrassed. Maybe he just go dig a hole somewhere.
(Leylin)
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[21:34] Claude silver hues met Leylin's curiosity, though it was but for a moment. A slice of a smile and a tilt of the head in acknowledgement but little else given.
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[21:35] Leylin would give a surprised smile back, after that he would just go back to waiting for the two to be done again!
(Leylin)
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[21:43] She'd take the extract. Something that would help Aranea more than just eating the root straight up. That didn't really make sense to her, as they were both the same thing, except one was a liquid and one was a physical object. At least to her anyways.

"I'll make sure she takes it and I'll /try/ to not have her fight, though that's not easy."

She'd look over to the one that they hadn't really responded to all that much. Despite them having been trying to speak to them this whole time. It was a bit rude to ignore them. That didn't much bother her though, they were sort of butting in.

"I'll fight ya' if it stops ya' from interrupting our conversation."

She'd look over to Aranea before that though,

"Grats, ya' might make ya' way out of the slums. Would be good for ya' and ya' sister. Ya'?"
(Tanya Ise)
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[21:47] Aranea follows his instructions, slowly rising to her full height of five foot once. The dirt clotted against her shredded excuse of a tuxedo crinkled as she moved, her stench wafting over Claudes nose with little tact.

Pure. Garbage. Sweat. Blood.

She reached her hand out for the vial, intent on drinking it all in one go in the hopes that it cured her illness. Unfortunately, Claude handed it over to Tanya. Oh, so SHE was in charge of Araneas care?! Darnit, that means she'd be stuck with Tanya for the time being.

On the bright side, at least she liked Tanya.

Claudes words shimmered through her ears, though she already knew the advice he had to give her. She'd resorted to shallow breaths in an attempt to keep the pain away already. She hated that constant ache. Fortunately, Barca had given her enough jerky to feed her and her sister for the day. She'd be fine, and so would Tree. A little sleight of hand didn't aggravate her current condition. They'd both survive freely.

"Uh. . " she muttered, watching Claudes eyes lock onto her chest. She was used to perversion in the subdistrict of Sudbury. Her hands moved to cover her nonexistant chest, her lips puffing outwards.

"Hey now!" she scolded, harrumphing. That was a big no!

As he mentioned Argus coming by for house staff, she put the jigsaw pieces together.

Was he testing her?

"W--wait! Would Triela be able to come too? I'm not leaving her behind!"
(Aranea Stepford)
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[21:48] Aranea Stepford says, "--Y. . yeah, Tanya. I'd do anything to get out of that hellhole. . "
[21:51] Leylin winces. His lack of awareness towards who they were actually talking to having finally caught up to him to the point where Tanya told him off.

He was sort of that scrawny kid that followed around the bigger, more capable kid and latched onto their coat tails. Not that the two of them had coat tails.

He looks down towards the grass for a moment, cursing himself silently for the barest second before he looks back towards Tanya. "No.. Uhm, sorry. I just thought.. Sorry, I'll just come back later."
(Leylin)
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[21:56] There was the faintest of chuckles at the young Stepfords indignation. Those silver hues glancing away from the washing board of a chest and back to the girls face. He'd tilt his head slightly listening to Leylin's words. The youth speaking with some sadness.

Hid nose crinkled, the smell of the slums starting to tire on his sensibilities even as he offered them his time. With a wave of his hand, a wave that covered all those present. He'd speak once more "Yes, yes so long as they've tact. Now begone and when next we meet try and wash before hand."

It was a dismissal, plain and simple. Even as the words left his lips his attention shifted back to the far end of the plaze. Towards his oathbound, perhaps it was time to go exploring?

(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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