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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 24, 2012 10:17:39 GMT -5
*nervously Azuya quickly struggled into his clothes, he felt like he was in physical education class again, trying desperately to change without exposing himself. Izzy however was oblivious and carried on candidly taking about breakfast and the line.*
"err sure sounds great thanks"
*He thanked the Englishman as he arranged himself to be presentable, Azuya started to feel more like his oldself that wasubtok Izzys next statement.*
"talk about it? Whats to talk about it was a crazy crazy one time thing. Best if we both just forget about the whole thing yes?"
*he twittered whilst packing up his belongings, lovingly placing his electronics in their own compartment *
"well I'm all set. I guess"
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 24, 2012 16:49:14 GMT -5
Izzy eased as he caught Azuya in the corner of his eye, struggling desperately into his clothes like an awkward little boy. The Crusader had his concerns that Azuya was most likely a virgin and his guilt about tormenting him stabbed a little deeper, his mood shifted though as the Osakan just blew offf last nights events as though nothing had happened. Christ, for a scrawny, awkward, somewhat girly looking dude he was pretty badass for his flippancy.
"...Right."
The Brit answered sullenly, he wasn't happy with leaving it like that. Their "one night fling" wasn't something Izzy was just willing to write off and leave to the annals of his memory, but even he was smart enough to know that pushing the subject wasn't going to get him any further. Perhaps he'd have the chance to butter his companion up over breakfast, and if not...well, then he'd likely have questions a long time. Azuya and he would part ways after they'd broken their fast, no doubt, so Isambard didn't have long to get him talking.
Pulling his rucksack over one shoulder and Hilde over the other, the young male opened the door outwards into the corridor, gesturing for Azuya to walk ahead. The other male did so and in silence the pair walked to the hotel's dining area that was already filling up with a plethora of different people. Nobody really took any notice of the pair and they managed to find a small table secreted away at the back on the room, a small window close that granted a view of a surpringly pleasant belt of green.
"So..."
Izzy said uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing about the room, taking in the different sights, sounds and scents.
"What can I get for you?"
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 24, 2012 17:55:38 GMT -5
*Azuya felt the unease as they wandered over to the small cafe and settled in he really hoped that Izzy would drop the whole thing about last night Azuya was shit at thinking stuff up on the fly. Shook from his thoughts izzy asked him what food he was going to order. Flipping through the menu he finally decided on blueberry pancakes and a large coffee*
"Thanks for treating me"
*Azuya mumbled feeling slightly guilty, bed and breakfast without spending a dime
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 25, 2012 5:12:57 GMT -5
Izzy left his belongings with the table, if he could trust the stranger enough to spend a night so close, he could trust him enough to leave what few things he owned in his possession. Besides, Azuya wouldn't have had much interest in his dirty socks.
"I'll be right back"
Dodging through the small crowds came naturally to Izzy, who was served within no time and returned to the table with his prize. He placed the coffee and pancakes for Azuya before him and put the "full English" and glass of orange juice before his own place. It wasn't a true British breakfast, but at least the Americans had tried. Idly he placed the tray against the table leg to balance it.
"Well, grubs up"
Izzy stuffed a piece of bacon in his mouth without ceremony, trying to remember the last time he'd eaten meat that wasn;t a salted jerky.
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 25, 2012 6:44:52 GMT -5
[azuya toyed with his food pushing the pancakes around the plate eating the smallest morsel the polar opposite of izzy who seemed to be trying to eat the world in ten seconds flat. Lifting the steaming hot coffee to his lips he took a sip*
"ahh" *he smiled praising the hot beverage *
"So" *he started lamely trying to start a conversation, anything to keep izzy away from discussing last night*
"Where you headed?"
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 25, 2012 8:08:49 GMT -5
Christ. It would have been easier if they had done the dirty last night. Isambard never normally had any issues the morning after but they were both pussy-footing about the subject that was really on their minds. The Crusader wanted desperately to bring it up, but it was obvious that Azuya was trying to pretend it never happened. Azuya spoke next and even Izzy could see it for the distraction it was.
"I'unno"
Izzy mumbled through a mouth half full of food. He shrugged idly, but a thoughtful look crossed his face.
"Maybe Ottawa"
Picking up the orange juice, Izzy took a deep glug, swilled it round his mouth and swallowed.
"Maybe not...Maybe I'll head over to New York, see what's left of ol' Lady Liberty. I hear there's an EDF recruitment drive on Ellis Island too. Maybe I'll go back to being a soldier, I'm not much good at anything else"
Casually, the Brit leant back in his chair and took in the sight of gentle little Azu playing nervously with his food and he was struck with inspiration on how to shoe-horn the topic into conversation.
"An' what about you? Going off to rescue some other handsome stranger from the things that go bump in the night?"
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 26, 2012 17:08:20 GMT -5
*Azuya sighed, he knew that his ruse was going no where.*
"No, I don't make a habit of saving people from things that go bump in the night, I'm just glad it wasn't a Suess minion that we had to deal with. I have heard that the battles can be very very grueling."
*Azuya had been lucky, so far for all the danger he had not run into anything more scary than a few looters, wild animals and well stuff like last night. He shivered, thinking about it too hard was a really, really bad idea. Azuya downed the last of his coffee with a small grimace, he had let it stand for too long and it was barely warm.
A worn out waitress casually walked over carrying a jar of coffee. with a ragged look on her face she stood before the pair and asked with a bored tone.*
"Can I get you boys a top up?"
*Azuya nodded his thanks and watched as the hot black liquid fell through the air to his cup, glad again of the distraction. through the sagging breasts of the waitress Azuya studied Izzy face, it was plainly written that he was going to not give up the issue. He worried his lip trying to think.- If I leave most of that talking to him and agree with what he says then maybe it will go without too much of a hitch.- Azuya hoped as the waitress, duty fulfilled wandered over to the next table.
He looked Izzy straight in the eyes and sighed, defeated.*
"go on ask you question."
*He hesitated.*
"I'm not promising to answer it though, I might, I might not. but thats all you'll get from me."
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 27, 2012 4:06:35 GMT -5
"Ta"
Izzy thanked the weary looking woman who most likely some relative of the ugly proprieter who had greeted them the evening before. Her jon completed, the waitress left and Azuya's cup had been filled with a tar like substance that smelt something like coffee and ash brutally mixed together. Coffee wasn't Isambard's bag, but God, what he wouldn't do for a decent cup of tea about now.
Once the women had wandered off to attend to some other guests, Izzy had a chance to give the younger Asian boy the once over. The tpoic was making him nervous and he was biting his lip a distracted look on his face as though trying to provide the best answer, or construct the best lie.
"C'mon, surely my question is pretty obvious."
The tables nearby had begun to fill up with other patrons so the Crusader leant closer in to Azuya in hopes their conversation wouldn't be overheard.
"Just what happened? Who was she?"
A conflict of emotions were present on Izzy's face as he waited for the Empath to provide some type of answer.
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 28, 2012 16:30:23 GMT -5
"What makes you think I know that?"
*Azuya asked, burning himself on the thick chot coffee*
"at ta ta ta ta"
*He exclaimed and pulled some weird faces trying to blow on his own tongue. Although the display was quite comedic the English man opposite was not amused, he just stared at Azuya waiting for an answer, something worried Azuya about the way he was looking at him, like he was going to break and all that was keeping him there was him.
Silence
Finally Azuya spoke, his voice so quiet it was almost inaudiable.*
"I don't know why, but she..."
*He uttered, gazing at the table unable to continue*
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 28, 2012 16:59:25 GMT -5
"Because christ, you're the one who pulled that exorcist shit on her!"
Izzy leant forward threateningly though it was unintentinal and his fingers gripped the edge of the metal canteen table. Just the thought if it caused a lump in his throat, his hair to stand on end and his skin to sweat with a cold clamminess usually reserved for the dead.
"Is she...is she your ghost, or mi--?"
A large set of gorilla hands slammed down on their table, causing their breakfast plates to jitter and for the poor Crusader to leap back, sitting upright in his chair. A look of shock on his face, Izzy turned to the newcomer, only to realise it was the brutish hotel owner who was sporting what seemed to be a sour look of greater note than the previous evening. His smell permeated the air about the table and he seemed more offensive than the first time the English man had had the pleasure of making his acquaintance. His beady, rat like eyes rested on Azuya and a sickeningly greedy look seemed to overtake his face, a hunger lingered there that Izzy wasn't comfortable with and oddly, he felt protective of the Asian youth.
"Back off, man"
Izzy piped up, recovering from the intial shock of the sitaution, his usual bravado easily filling the gap. Nervously the proprieter licked his lips and he appraised the burlier youth.
"Get out"
The rat man said, hitching a thumb over his shoulder.
"You ain't wel'cum round here...You c'n stay though."
A menacing glint twinkled as he looked Azuya over again, his gaze enough to make the skin crawl.
Suddenly the Crusader was on his feet and with surprising dexterity, he leant across the table and landed a mean right hook to the hotel owner's face, a sickening crunch followed and the nearby tables screamed and scampered away as they realised the oncoming commotion. Like a man possessed Izzy pinned the now squeeling older gentlemen beanth him to the floor and punched him in the face again.
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 28, 2012 17:37:02 GMT -5
*Azuya scrunched himself up into a ball on the bench, disbelieving what was transpiring in front of him. The hotel owner had come in ranting and the next minute he and Izzy were in an all out brawl.*
"..."
*The Asian man just watched in amazement, luckinly Izzy seemed to be holding his own.*
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 28, 2012 18:06:05 GMT -5
The proprieter was easy prey until his lackey's arrived, two burley men with chizzled forearms and neolithic monobrows. Despite their stupor, they were surpsingly strong and the first, a scruffy blonde gentleman, grabbed Izzy by the scruff of his jacket, dragged him from the whimpering man and clouted him with a hefty back-hand across the face. This was unfortunately the beginning of the end for the Crusader.
An eager crowd had now encircled the table, though those with sense had since escaped.
Isambard clambered to his feet, still dazed from the heavy blow and he took a swing for the second chap, a short, stocky gentleman who had the tell-tale tattoos of a sailor. The punch connected and the burly man fell back like one of the three stooges, falling over the hotel owner who was struggling to his feet. The brawl continued with flying fists and waving arms and flailing limbs until finally, just having regained his composure, the rat-faced man rammed a small blade into Izzy's stomach. Well hidden from the crowd, it seemed as though the tall, black haired youth had simpy collapsed.
"Take e'm"
The balding man muttered as he turned to the crowd and started to placate his other patrons. The gruff sailor flopped Izzy over his shoulder like a sack of grain and the blonde brute firmly gripped Azuya's arm, forcing him to his feet.
For Izzy, the world went black.
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 28, 2012 18:58:25 GMT -5
*It all happened as though in a daze and Azuya was roughly dragged to his feet. Izzy has seemingly collapsed on the floor, no one seemed t care. Azuya make a small garbled noise in protest but to now avail-Think Azuya THINK!- he screamed to himself , scanning the room for inspiration.
His eyes landed on the half eaten breakfast that Izzy had been rudely wrenched from, there lay a half eaten runny egg, slowly congealing. It was a long shot, but he had to do something.
Azuya focused on the eggs, using them as a medium t tap into what he hoped was everyones greatest fear. He closed his eyes and started mumbling in his native tongue quietly, letting his captor slowly drag him away lest he catch sight of what he was doing.*
"..."
*A shadow appeared on the far wall where the two men had been sitting, it was nothing a first then, it slowly transformed to that of a cat washing hits paws, no one noticed, still watching the after math f the fight that had just transpired. A loud purring noise started up and some people in the room quietened. the shadow pulled itslef away from the wall, materializing into the room. It sat up on its hind legs and grew as large as a man. Casually it picked up a tea cup and transported it onto its head. The cup then morphed into a large red and white stiped hat. The cat man laughed a loud chilling laugh. All eyes in the room where on it now. fear openly plastered on some of the patrons faces. The cat in the hat washed its face, before bearing its fangs.*
“Look at me! Look at me! Look at me NOW! It is fun to have fun But you have to know how.”
*It rhymed in a sing song voice and a chill took to the air.
Azuya's strength left him, exerted from his efforts.*
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 28, 2012 19:12:10 GMT -5
The already slacked jawed men looked as though Dr Seuss himself had appeared, though for all intent and purpose it may as well have been so. Flabberghasted, the blonde let go of Azuya and let loose an inhuman wail of fear before pushing all from his way as he made for the exit. The burly sailor too, seemed to forget his luggage and dropped the dead weight of the Brit to the floor, concerned only for his own well-being.
A similar effect grew like a Mexican wave throughout the crowd. As they realised the Seuss monster before them, a mass panic broke out. Chairs and tables were over-turned and people turned like a stampede for the exits, a cacophony of screams and shouts rumbling throughout the canteen and surrounding corridors. In the following moments there was silence and only the two boys reamined with the phantom of The Cat In The Hat.
"Nnngggh"
Izzy let out a soft groan as he rolled onto his side in the foetal position, confusedd as to why it felt as though he's been lying on a griddle, his mid-rif aflame.
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 28, 2012 19:31:46 GMT -5
*Azuya eyes flickered open and he let out a sigh of relief as he realized that the room was utterly empty. He shook the grogginess from his mind and dismissed the phantom. Suddenly aware of a low moan.*
"Izzy?"
*Azuya called softly, making his way to where the Englishman lay curled into a ball.*
"Are you alri-"
*He started to ask, pulling Izzy onto his front, when he saw the blood. A hand flew to his mouth. The sight of blood made the Asian man queasy, but he had to help Izzy. Struggling to his feet Azuya searched the small coffee shop frantically for a first aid box, cursing once again his lack of magical ability. Finally locating a small green plastic box he practically flew to the bleeding mans side and rummaged through the box's contents.*
"Shit shit shit"
*Azuya mumbled, pulling out some iodine and bandages, some tape scissors a compress and anything else that might look to be useful. Pulling on some latex gloves Azuya took a deep breath and pulled put Izzy's shirt.*
"oh fuck it all"
*He mumbled, shocked at the sight of so much blood. -stay calm stay calm buddy- He told himself gingerly wiping the wound with an iodine soaked compress. The liquid stained Izzy's skin a pale orange that would of seemed funny if the situation was not so dire. After mopping up most of the blood Azuya could see that, well- it was a stab wound, he was a psychiatrist not a surgeon. *
"Try not to move okay?"
*Azuya pressed a fresh compress to the wound and taped it in place with the medical tape, before winding a few of the bandages around the Englishman's torso.- Good, the blood is not soaking through. I guess that i did it right- Azuya beamed to himself proud that he had been able to hopefully help his friend.*
"How does that feel?"
*Azuya asked, sitting with his back to the wall, not that the danger was over the nausea took hold and he fought the urge to faint again so soon.*
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