Iuneril Catch all

[marmoron]

Who: Keith and YOU
When: Up through mid-June
Where: Aefenglom, the Wilde
What: Quest time: Berry Picking, Silent Forest, Outpost Progress
Warnings: Will add as necessary. some fighting, some inebriation



A. Berry Picking

[So Iuneril is off to a great start. All the chaos from people unexpectedly bursting out of mirrors and reflective surfaces may have disappeared overnight ... and really, that's for the best. No more middle school rivals showing up in the bathroom, no more so-called allies stealing his cat. Except that it also means that Shiro's disappeared on him for the second time Keith has been here. Of course, it's not anyone's fault in particular, but it still puts Keith in a bit of a stormy mood. Hard not to feel like the universe is out to mess with him in particular.

...which is probably why it ought to be strange that iunerberry picking is actually cheering him up. Keith hadn't exactly signed up for this expecting to have a good time, just that cunes are cunes. As he straightens up to move onto the next cluster of bushes, he wobbles.]

Woah... [Grabbing onto the nearest person, he starts laughing.] Sorry, just lost my balance there for a second. You doing okay?

B. Outpost Progress

[And after that bit of embarrassing overshare, it's time to never show his face around the house again. At least for the next couple of days anyway. Keith is well packed for the excursion to the outpost, with a large bag of camping supplies and two swords strapped to his back. He hasn't been near the settlement in a while, and it has developed a good deal more than he remembers it last.

It's around dusk that he makes his way to one of the camp's fires that have been set up for the evening. Now that the sun is starting to make him a litttle letharigc, it's easier on him to do the night shift. Technically being a vampire, he doesn't need to eat normal food either, but he plops himself down by the fire where a cut of meat is being roasted over a spit. He turns to ask the person next to him a question.]

Anything interesting happen yet?

C. Silent Forest

[And since he's now fully committed himself to staying busy instead of dwelling on all of his problems, Keith has agreed to show up for body guard duty for the witches who are casting purifying magic.

Maybe a particularly touchy witch told him they don't need protection, or maybe he just got distracted by something seeming to move in the shadows between the twisted trunks and branches of the Cwyld infected trees -- one way or another, he's wandered off on his own. Keith squints, drawing his sword to push aside some rotting foliage that's frosted over. Breath visible as he exhales, he turns sharply at the sound of someone approaching.]

Oh. [He doesn't lower the sword yet, but he nods in greeting.] Hey.

[But maybe there's a time and place for proper introductions later because something is definitely out there and whatever it is is getting closer.]

Comments

[marmoron]

[ That makes him stop dead in his tracks as he shoots Sylvia a look over his shoulder. Despite having made the offer sincerely, it's not actually one he was expecting her to take. ]

Seriously?

[ But the question is at least accompanied by Keith crouching down a little for her to climb on. ]

[stardustish]

[ she actually laughs, just once, at that -- and then immediately holds her rib cage, because ow. ]

Hah...come on, don't make me laugh like that!

[ she's smiling, though. it's a pained smile, but still! ]

All I'm doing is taking you up on your offer. [ that being said, she is, indeed, going to climb on his back slowly. she grunts a little in pain and is...going to do her best to hang on to him with her one good arm. she looks down at her arm again and notices a cut on her forearm. it's bleeding, and she grimaces a little. ]

Uh...so, just a head's up -- sorry if I get blood on your shirt. Looks like I have a gash on my arm. Figures, huh?

[marmoron]

[ Keith smells the blood on her arm before he's pinpointed a source and somehow finds a way to be even more tense than he was before. He grits his teeth, like that might have any effect in keeping his fangs from growing longer in his mouth. To the best of his ability, he tries to make sure he's adquately fed before going on any kind of quest so that this specific situation doesn't arise, but it's hard to ignore blood when it's all but dribbling in front of his face. ]

It's... it's fine. Don't worry about the armor.

[ He turns slightly -- enough for Sylvia to notice his bite's definitely gotten some more teeth to it. ]

Not gonna bite you but full disclosure, the bleeding's distracting me a little. Hold on tight.

[ Keith shifts good arm to try and keep Sylvia supported, then carefully gets up and starts heading back towards the camp. ]

[stardustish]

[ he turns his head towards her, and sylvia's eyes widen slightly. she catches on to the little bit of teeth showing. her eyes widen a little. she'd had a small hunch since seeing the color of his skin, but she didn't want to assume nor did she want to ask. but the teeth and the mention of the bleeding being distracting confirms it. she's got another vampire in her life.

she doesn't mind the fact that he's a vampire, but she does think back to when jongdae fed off of her. she was pretty horrified and froze up during the initial bite. this realization won't activate her freeze or flee instinct, because he isn't planning on biting her. she can live with that. ]

Oh, geez. I'm sorry. ... Are you gonna be okay when we get back?

[marmoron]

[ Is he going to be okay? Hell if he knows. The scent of blood is difficult to tune out on the best of days, smeling to him like a delicious gourmet meal, but luckily there's a broken arm he's contending with and the pain coming off of that is pretty solidly grounding.

For the time being, he'll breathe through his mouth to try and curtail smelling puca blood as much as possible. ]

Don't worry about me for now, let's just focus on getting us both back to camp in one piece.

[ Grimacing, he'll try to be as careful as possible not to jostle Sylvia too much, but that's probably unavoidable to some degree given the forest floor is extremely uneven and frosted over with ice. It's a little bit of a trek that probably feels like it lasts longer than it does in reality thanks to their injuries and predicaments, but eventually they reach the main camp.

A flurry of witches come towards them, some looking concerned, others looking like they want to scold the pair of them for wandering off on their own, but they get the two settled into a medical tent for some healing.]

[stardustish]

[ she tries not to get too worried about keith. she wants to believe that they'll make it back okay and he won't go in for a bite without asking her first. she's seen first-hand how hard it is to fight that temptation, however, so her worries linger and she's quiet up until they finally make it to a medical tent.

she's put on a bed and a witch gets to work on healing her injuries. she looks over at keith to see how he's doing. their beds aren't too far apart, and if her ribs weren't aching, she'd laugh a little about how ridiculous all of this was. ]

Thanks for the lift, Keith. I owe you one next time, yeah?

[marmoron]

[ Unsurprisingly, he does feel significantly better when they get back to the tents and the smell of Syvia's blood isn't so thought consuming. ]

You don't owe me anything.

[ Maybe that's easier to say and mean now that the healers have patched up his arm and someone's even gotten him a bag of blood to drink, but it's a genuine sentiment. ]

.... but you owe yourself a long range weapon if you're gonna be dealing with Cwyld quests.