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Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

You're a horrendous liar boy. Her lips quirking slightly as the human attempted to get to his feet. And failed, rather spectacularly. Leaning down to the boy, the red headed woman slid her arms underneath his arms and lifted his weight with a deceptive easiness compared to her relatively slight frame. Seems I have a new stray. Murmuring that quietly, she headed for the house, ignoring the sirens that threatened just up the street. Entering her house was like stepping into the jungle warm, humid and very, very green. Enormous plants grew from floor to ceiling, and the walls had been taken out for the most part from the first and basement floors, leaving the basement section nothing but thick dirt which filled that space up to the first floor, so she had but to step across the threshold of the front door to feel her feet sink into soft, damp earth. There main and second floor of the house, as well as the third, though not the attic itself, was all floorless space, meant for the enormous plants and vines which covered the pillars set to hold up the outward exterior of the house and the windows themselves were all one-way glass, set to keep the outside from seeing the inside of her home. The glass was also shatter proofed, which was helpful as several plants had taken to climbing up some of them. In the center of the large room, there was a tree growing, small compared to it's much larger siblings in the jungle of course. It's roots shifted visibly for her as she approached, changing to form a moss covered 'couch' of sorts, while several small birds fluttered over to investigate the human that she set down. A snake, a beautiful yellow boa constrictor also slithered out from the tree branches to hang in the air at face-level. She knew he would probably not notice much, if anything, of all that, his wound obviously painful and probably taking most of his attention. The sirens had finally hit the scene as well, and an ambulance was there as well now, outside of her home. Methrelin was indoors now as well, having come inside on silent wings when she brought in the human male, he was perched on a thick stand of vines, preening himself. The cops were already swarming the scene as well and the leader of the gang was the first to be taken away by ambulance and she expected to have her doorbell rung any moment as she set about finding the correct plants for the humans' body. Hopefully she wouldn't require him going to the hospitals, her plants were unique in the aspect that they had rudimentary minds of their own when it came to things like injury and such, so they would help...but he probably wouldn't like it. At all.
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

... If it wasn't for the gaping hole in his stomach Deschain would have perhaps had a more of mind to struggle as the woman pulled him into the home. Unfortunately for the boy, however, the only thing he found himself capable of was staring upwards at the ceiling...watching as the blurry scenery passed on by. Within the home he was bombarded by hot, humid air almost immediately, lungs panicking for a brief moment before he was able to catch his breath. His mind was something of a mess at the moment, the pain had done a solid job breaking things up. However, at the very least, he was able to realize that there was something very wrong with the home she had brought him into. He could feel the dirt beneath his limp hands, could just barely make out the vines that clung to the walls around him. It felt like he'd been pulled into a jungle instead of just some random house. Just who was this woman...? He didn't get a chance to dwell on that thought as another bolt of pain ran through his abdomen. He winced as he felt her lift him up, setting him down upon what seemed like a couch. He was a chalky white now, and through narrowed eyes he could see the small trail of blood he'd brought with him. Dammit... ...where... His voice was weak, was hoarse. ...where am I...?
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

My house of course. Now relax while my children deal with that rather nasty wound of yours while I deal with the humans outside. Getting to her feet and shedding her sundress in the same motion, completely uncaring that she was nude beneath the garment in front of the male human, the Naga headed for the front door, snagging another dress that was offered to her by a trailing plant as she moved. Pulling the new dress over her head, this one a deep black to hide the spatters of blood on her body from his wound, Isanya stood in the doorway and seemed to become mroe meek, leaning on the doorframe, shading her eyes with one hand that trembled -just- enough to show weakness, but not illness, as an officer came up the walkway. While she was distracted, her 'children' began to move. The birds took flight while two thin, flat tendrils of vine slid down the trunk of the tree, easily moving towards the wound in the boys' stomach. They were perfectly gentle in beginning to probe the wound, not trying to cause more pain. As they moved, they secreted a slight gel, like ointment, that was aimed to dull pain, to numb the areas of flesh that it touched, without the horror of such things as needles, which were entirely foreign and not meant to aid the body as much. Everything the plants did, or secreted or used, was entirely natural. After all, less than twenty percent of the worlds jungles had been documented, and plants and species were being discovered every day by 'scientists' and those with 'knowledge of the unknown world'. What a joke.
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

The officer was a middle-aged man, his gaunt face seemingly unfazed by the blood that had been shed outside. Indeed, judging from that narrowed look in his eyes one could assume that annoyance was the chief emotion he was feeling at the moment. He gave the womanonly a quick little look, before reaching into his pocket, withdrawing a pad of paper. Without a word, he began to scribble some things down. Blah, yet another piece of scum laying in a pool of their own blood. He'd seen those gentlemen about before, bunch of drunks who probably hadn't done one good thing in their life. And while he knew that it wasn't the greatest to be speaking ill of the dead, he was honestly almost glad that at their boss wouldn't be bothering the townsfolk anymore. Right then, He glanced up at the woman, ...what's your name miss? And mind telling me if you saw what happened down there? Ugh, if it was up to him he would've just left that punk to rot. Hell, if he knew who it was that did all that crap he probably would've bought them a drink. Course, looking at how much the young man's face was cut up perhaps meeting them face to face wasn't the best idea.
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Isanya launched into a perfectly coordinated mini tirade about how the bullies had shown up out of nowhere while she was in the garden outside, having just arrived in town herself after all, dealing with her husbands funeral and such in another town where she'd lived before. ....I couldn't stand to be in the same town as his grave, so I moved here thinking it would be quieter, less violence you know? Wrapping her arms about her waist and shaking her head, appearing close to tears, yet not being able to fully force them in her acting, the redhead recited the features of the 'men' who had shown up out of nowehere when the gang had begun to make nuisances of themselves towards her, giving her a 'greeting' more or less. They'd worn masks and one had used the chokevines in her yard to bind several of the gang members after knocking them out. One of the 'heroes' had cut up the gang leader, she verbally said she hoped he'd die from his wounds, not knowing he already had. True, Methrelin's talons were long and very sharp, but he'd tried not to cause too much damage beyond gouging and taking the others' eyesight. Meanwhile, out of sight of the short hallway in the front door, which was screened off by a latticework of vines to give secrecy to the rest of the house, the vines beginning to treat her neighbours wound had secreted the necessary amount of pain killer, and had begun to extract the bullet, another vine offering a thick branch coated with a thin layer of honey for him to bite down onto, to both keep him quiet and to keep him from biting his tongue off in order to do so. No use in ending up with a mute for a neighbour after all, Isanya did appreciate the spoken languages, when they were spoken well after all.
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

The man feature's barely even flinched as he listened to the woman's little story, shaking his head with a hint of annoyance as she described the vigilantes who committed the little act. More of those hero freaks, thinking that they were hot stuff for spilling blood all over the city. He gave a slight sigh as he glanced over his shoulder, letting his gaze fall upon the fallen figure of the gang leader. The paramedics had already begun to surround it, and the rest of his men were pushing away the civvies who were getting too curious for their own good. The captain wasn't going to let him off this case easily, was he? Great. Masked men...vigilante acts...hm... He would soon finish writing, slapping down the final period with a slight tap. Very well, ma'am, thanks for the assistance. Call us if you have anymore questions, He turned his back to her, and was just preparing to make his way back when something made him freeze in mid-step. His eyes narrowed, the officer slowly turning about to let his attention refocus upon the woman. His eyes traveled upwards, glancing over her shoulder and into the house. He'd...hm, he'd heard something. It was muffled, but... ...did you just hear a scream? He inquired, taking a slight step forward, ...ma'am, mind if I step inside for a moment?
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

Isanya tried hard not to groan as she heard her neighbour cry out in what had to be agony. When the officer, who was obviously one of those hard-asses she'd heard about, not at all interested in feminine charms or the like. ....A scream? Blinking her eyes once, the redhead looked behind her and thought hard to figure out an answer...then smiled. Oh that, fortunately it's not a human scream, I raise exotic birds, and some of them tend to pick up sounds from outside and mimick them. Raising her hand lightly when she heard a flutter of wings, a streak of crimson and violet landed on her hand and the small bird which tilted it's head at the officer, blinked tiny, bright eyes then chinged at him, the sound of a bicycle bell perfectly imitated. And loud. I have five of these little ones, I can't tell which of them can mimick those screams from outside though.....want me to bring them out? I can if it would help the investigation, but I can't allow strangers into the house, even if they are the police I'm afraid... Her eyes calm and cool, Isanya offered another smile, then pretended to jump in surprise when the bird on her hand let out that strangled sounding scream of pain 'again'. ....Well. I suppose there might be more than one who knows that sound...do you have any idea how long it's going to take me to train that out of them? Ugh. The vine was quick, working faster once the bullet was out, secreting a thicker, light green gel into the wound, a stronger pain killer mixed with antiseptic. A thick leaf, the exact size and length of the wound, drifted out of the tree and the vine grabbed it, setting it over the wound lightly, before it finally slid underneath the human and around to secure itself and the leaf over the wound to keep the gel in place. It didn't sew him up, to be honest there was no need, and the probing showed that the bullet hadn't hit any vital organs, though it had come dangerously close to nicking an artery. The gel would seal off the wound itself, prevent him from losing any more blood, and the medicinal properties in it, both the antiseptic, antibacterial and a few other nice little ingredients, would keep the wound safe from infection, both internal and external....so long as he remained still long enough to allow it to form a seal over his skin, the leaf was there to help it remin in place until it did so. There were close to a dozen animals around him now, brids of various sizes, snakes and lizards, a rather large, vibrantly coloured spider, a small oppossum and more than a few dogs and cats as well, the latter two types having arrived only recently to the new 'sanctuary' from the city itself.
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

Crazy lady... The man would only give her a small smile and nod, giving the little bird only a brief glance before tucking the pad beneath his arm. ...very well, that'll be all, please call the department if you have any information for us, And then, with not even a goodbye, the good officer would turn his back to the red-haired lady and make his way back on down the moss-covered steps. To be honest, he was rather glad that the woman actually had given him something of an excuse for that little noise. Today was already enough of a hassle and he really didn't want to go stumbling about this chick's jungle of a home. Hell, for all he knew she could've been the killer. Eh, nah. She may have been weird, but a murderer...? Psh, was like something out of a comic book. Then again... -- Ugh... Through reddened eyes the boy blinked, a slight cough escaping his dry throat as he glanced around at the blurry scenery. The pain had done a decent job at messing with his mind, the most he could remember being the aftermath of that little fight. He could recall the bones crunching beneath his fists, the cries of the men as he shattered their egos as well. And then... ...dammit, His hand swept downward, a slight wince crossing his features as it just barely brushed his bandaged wound. Right...that bastard had decided to take him by surprise. There was that sickening pain, and then...well... He blinked again, the area around him clearing up just a bit. He took note of the couple dozen sets of eyes upon him almost immediately, his form tensing as he let his gaze travel to each of them. Animals...seemingly more curious than out for blood. Didn't make him any less tense. Raising his bare shoulders, his blood-stained shirt having been removed, he kept quiet...slowly scanning the room for any sign of human life. Where was he...?
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

Shutting the door finally, Isanya let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, then shook her head and stretched, moving around the vines that had covered the front entryway lightly in a screen that hid the large tree out of sight of the officer. The little bird on her hand took flight as well, soaring up into the branches and chirping a light welcome to the boy down below. The other animals as well turned to peer at the Naga woman as she came into view once more. One of the dogs, what appeared to be a coyote mixed with either fox or terrier, got to three paws, one held off the ground and obviously having been gnawed on by something meaner than he was. The redhead spared just a glance for the human before kneeling on the ground and motioning for the dog to aproach, several vines looping down about her shoulders, a smallish one plucking at the straps of her black sun dress in question before settling when she tapped it lightly with a finger. She didn't care if she went about naked, but humans tended to find nudity, even in ones own home, to be something horrible, something strange and unnatural. As if things like polyester were natural. Good grief. Treating the dogs' paw was simple really, a matter of using some of the water from one of the other plants' wide leaves to cleanse it, a bit of silk from a silk worm, and a gob of spider web from the pretty, large spider that was still watching everyone from her limb of the tree. To see the woman with vibrant red hair and a black dress sitting on the thick grass and moss floor of the house, with what, for this part of the world could be considered enormous, a spider, and a dog that was obviously feral, calmly tending to the dogs' wounds and not being bitten by the spider, one would think that she was a witch. Or a sorceress. Once the dog was tended to, she let him go to join the smallish pack that was ringed about the tree, protecting her, and watching the human intruder that she had brought in. Once the dog was dealt with, and a cat which had brought a sickly kitten to her before vanishing into the house somewhere else, she stood up, kitten in her arms, and approached the human, green eyes calm and gentle....but distant. You will live. Do you remember what had happened? Methrelin mantled slightly at the memory, his enormous form silent until he moved, the wicked beak working at removing the blood from his breast feathers intent, though his large predators' eyes watched the two two-legged beings down below.
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

... Even though this woman had helped him out with the bullet wound, the boy could still not help but regard her with a hint of apprehension. His own gaze echoed that distant look of her own, body still rigid as he gave her a quick look over. She obviously was not normal human, and he had a feeling that she wasn't a simple tree-hugger either. So, did that mean she was one of them? His instincts flared as that mere thought passed through his noggin, and he had to force himself to leap up. Even with what his master had taught him the young man realized that, if he were to attack her now, he'd be downed within an instant. That was, if what he thought was true. He would have to continue playing the wounded innocent, at least until he could find out the threat that this red-haired maiden posed. Clearing his mind, the boy would blink at her...silent for another few seconds as he tried to think up at least something to say. He could only just barely recall the fight, and the aftermath was still a blur. Pain certainly had its way of messing with the memory, didn't it? ...somewhat, His words were weighed down by a slight hint of weakness, a slight grimace running over his face as another bolt of pain shot through his stomach. ...I recall the fight, and I'm also quite aware of the fact that I was shot, He hesitated for a moment, before continuing, ...thank you, by the way. You didn't need to risk yourself, however. It wasn't too serious of a wo-gr, As though lashing out against those words, another slight bit of pain ran through his gut...eyes growing a bit watery for a second. ...it...it wasn't too serious of a wound,
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

Isanya paused at his words, strangled with pain though they were. Her lips trembled for a moment before she started to laugh. Not so much at him, as at his determination to try and fake being fine when it was more than obvious he wasn't. Immediately her whole demeanor changed, his actions reminded her of a wild coyote she'd seen to recently, who'd been hit by a car, was much more vicious looking than he was in actual life. The kid was obvious dangerous but....he was still, only human. She laughed, the sound rich and throaty, startling the animals enough to make them jerk, then relax at the noise. It was a pleasant sound, reassuring in a way that was soft and gentle, velvetty. Calming down after a moment or three, she wiped her eyes lightly with her hand then shook her head. Truly you are an amazing species. So weak, yet too stubborn to admit it. Sit down before you collapse again. Have some fruit, it will make you feel better, since you look like you haven't eaten in months. In response to her words, a tree branch sank down to his level, offering a perfectly ripe mango if he wished, with another fruit, an apple, on the same branch.
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

His face turned a slight shade of red as that throaty laugh escaped her lips, the color in his cheeks only deepening as he heard the next couple of words that followed. She was barely taking him seriously, wasn't she? Telling him that he needed to eat? Telling him to calm down? This was the way a mother would speak to a child, a 'normal' person. He could feel his eyes narrowing a tad bit as he regarded the red-headed figure with a hint of dis contempt, his gaze wandering to the side for a brief moment to watch as one of the plants moved upon its own...some fruit laying upon its leafy surface. He hesitated for a brief moment, tempted to reach forward and settle that growling hunger that sat in the pit of his stomach. But he refused. Turning away, his eyes fell back upon his 'savior'. ...I will be fine, He murmured, Seemingly having ignored the young lady's advice, he once again tried to move...pressing an arm down onto the 'bed' and gingerly trying to pull himself up into a sitting position. He wanted to get out of this...this place as soon as he could. Not only because of the woman's own condescension, but there was the fact that it was so very obvious that she was one of them. There was going to a catch...a price that, most likely, he could not pay. He needed to escape before she could give him the terms... Through a mixture of sheer grit and just a dash of stupidity the young man had somehow had managed to rise into a sitting position. His breaths were short and shallow as he gripped the edge of the bed with a trembling arm, the young man closing his eyes for a brief moment to try to deal with the agonizing pain that ran through his stomach. He had half a mind to activate the brand...at the very least his master's gift would keep the pain away until he could get home. No... It was a trump card, something that he could not even show to civilian let alone this woman. He would have to... Son of a... ...he would have to tough it out. Besides, hadn't he... He pressed both hands onto the bed, features locked in a grimace as he pulled himself up into a standing position...a hand upon his bandaged abdomen as he forced himself forward...no longer paying attention to the woman. Any normal person would've probably been dead by now, and yet this boy was still able to force himself up.
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

His actions, and the sheer stubbornness in him, had Isanya finally shaking her head. ....You do realize that if you step foot outside of the house, the cops will see you correct? It's a possible murder investigation outside after all, right in the streets. They haven't left just yet, still waiting for their crime scene photographer to whatever to arrive. Placing her hands on her hips, the redhead narrowed her eyes slightly at her stubborn neighbour...then shook her head again. Do whatever you wish of course, I can see you are perfectly in your own right mind. The last was sarcasm at it's best of course, and truth be told she was surprised he'd managed to stand up on his own. Oh...just to let you know, if you get jostled or hit anywhere near your wound? You'll die. The bullet was very close to one of the arteries in your gut, any movement not of the norm will tear the vessel and you will bleed out internally. I'd suggest, as a doctor to you currently, that you sit your ass right back down there and rest at least for a while before doing anything else that would be stupid. Like stand up. One of the other dogs, a lab mix with only one eye and a rough scar across her muzzle, growled at the human lightly before butting her head at his knees in an attempt to get him to sit back down. A much bigger dog, an all black great dane with odd coloured white-blue eyes, stepped out from the side of the tree and rumbled as well in response to the female labs' growl, his own much deeper....and more menacing. .....Rook suggests you sit your ass down before he makes you sit down. I'm going to make some tea up either way. Want some?