It's rare she sees him uneasy. It has been, of recent months, Kiara's adopted position. The after-burn of Seeking. When she closes her eyes at night, there are occasions while she retains the prickling unease of it - the need to open them again just to make sure she is tethered to this reality. That what feels real beneath her fingers is just that - and not the terror of her mind.
Andrés stands, collecting himself. The slight brunette beside him waits wordlessly; then touches his arm before they move on.
--
The study looks every inch the scene of what it clearly is. An epicenter of upheaval. Air that feels heavy with the aftermath; there would be few that didn't balk at the sensation of it; that didn't feel the roll of thick, suffocating otherness. It cloys in the air; muffled olfactory memory that lingers like stale cigar smoke absorbed into the upholstery.
A space that breathes like a wound and the Verbena adjusts the bag under her arm.
William is out cold. Ned needs medical attention. Margot is slumped on a chair. You know, the Etherite begins, and Kiara directs him a brief, amused smile as he goes on to comment he's tired of seeing his students covered in blood. "You say this as if you don't see me in the same state voluntarily on some nights." Her voice is as light as her steps, as she picks a path around William (who gets the benefit of a complicated, complex twist of her features) before setting a bag down beside Margot.
She drops to her haunches; sweeps a hand over the other witch's brow. Bracelets rattle. Items are plucked from an endless sort of bag; the stitched and restitched worn sort; the woven fabric with patches sort; it smells like sandalwood (or was that the pagan, herself), the flood of rejuvenation that threatens to temporarily overcome the heavier presence of the study.
"Hey, big night?" Kiara's eyes find Margot's, she sets items out. She leans into the other witch's space briefly. "Let's take care of you." Being healed the Verbena's way is crude, it feels, in its own way, as primal as what has been done here. Warmth that trickles outward from the press of Kiara's palms; the low pulsing of life.
[Healed for 5 Suxx!]
--
Dice What Jacqui Rolled
[Life 1. Gonna scan some injuries. (-1 Focus).]
Roll: 3 d10 TN3 (1, 1, 7) ( success x 1 )
Kiara @ 10:20PM
[Oh come on. Extending a little. (+1 diff).]
Roll: 3 d10 TN4 (1, 3, 8) ( success x 1 )
Kiara @ 10:21PM
[This is a terrible start, dice. Once more.]
Roll: 3 d10 TN5 (9, 9, 10) ( success x 3 )
Kiara @ 10:22PM
[Int + Med can we possibly lower a roll to heal with Life, I think we need at least 3 to drop it a diff.]
Roll: 6 d10 TN6 (3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 8) ( success x 3 )
Kiara @ 10:26PM
[HEAL MARGOT like a badass Verbena mofo. Base diff 7 (I think? Vulgar? Whatever I've forgotten how you dice), -1 focus, -1 going slow, -1 practiced rote, -1 Medicine roll]
Roll: 3 d10 TN3 (5, 6, 6) ( success x 3 )
Kiara @ 10:28PM
[MOAR HEAL.]
Roll: 3 d10 TN4 (2, 8, 8) ( success x 2 )
You get to be my witnesses
Kiara @ 10:33PM
[Paradox says ... ]
Roll: 3 d10 TN6 (2, 5, 5) ( fail )
Andrés stands, collecting himself. The slight brunette beside him waits wordlessly; then touches his arm before they move on.
--
The study looks every inch the scene of what it clearly is. An epicenter of upheaval. Air that feels heavy with the aftermath; there would be few that didn't balk at the sensation of it; that didn't feel the roll of thick, suffocating otherness. It cloys in the air; muffled olfactory memory that lingers like stale cigar smoke absorbed into the upholstery.
A space that breathes like a wound and the Verbena adjusts the bag under her arm.
William is out cold. Ned needs medical attention. Margot is slumped on a chair. You know, the Etherite begins, and Kiara directs him a brief, amused smile as he goes on to comment he's tired of seeing his students covered in blood. "You say this as if you don't see me in the same state voluntarily on some nights." Her voice is as light as her steps, as she picks a path around William (who gets the benefit of a complicated, complex twist of her features) before setting a bag down beside Margot.
She drops to her haunches; sweeps a hand over the other witch's brow. Bracelets rattle. Items are plucked from an endless sort of bag; the stitched and restitched worn sort; the woven fabric with patches sort; it smells like sandalwood (or was that the pagan, herself), the flood of rejuvenation that threatens to temporarily overcome the heavier presence of the study.
"Hey, big night?" Kiara's eyes find Margot's, she sets items out. She leans into the other witch's space briefly. "Let's take care of you." Being healed the Verbena's way is crude, it feels, in its own way, as primal as what has been done here. Warmth that trickles outward from the press of Kiara's palms; the low pulsing of life.
[Healed for 5 Suxx!]
--
Dice What Jacqui Rolled
[Life 1. Gonna scan some injuries. (-1 Focus).]
Roll: 3 d10 TN3 (1, 1, 7) ( success x 1 )
Kiara @ 10:20PM
[Oh come on. Extending a little. (+1 diff).]
Roll: 3 d10 TN4 (1, 3, 8) ( success x 1 )
Kiara @ 10:21PM
[This is a terrible start, dice. Once more.]
Roll: 3 d10 TN5 (9, 9, 10) ( success x 3 )
Kiara @ 10:22PM
[Int + Med can we possibly lower a roll to heal with Life, I think we need at least 3 to drop it a diff.]
Roll: 6 d10 TN6 (3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 8) ( success x 3 )
Kiara @ 10:26PM
[HEAL MARGOT like a badass Verbena mofo. Base diff 7 (I think? Vulgar? Whatever I've forgotten how you dice), -1 focus, -1 going slow, -1 practiced rote, -1 Medicine roll]
Roll: 3 d10 TN3 (5, 6, 6) ( success x 3 )
Kiara @ 10:28PM
[MOAR HEAL.]
Roll: 3 d10 TN4 (2, 8, 8) ( success x 2 )
You get to be my witnesses
Kiara @ 10:33PM
[Paradox says ... ]
Roll: 3 d10 TN6 (2, 5, 5) ( fail )