Callan> Sano hmmms? as he pauses. He's seen the ship already. Haven't you?
Callan> Kenshin shakes his head, turning back towards the path, and simply
attributes it to just one more shockingly different thing about this world.
His thoughts are not quite as composed as he seems, however.. o O ( I
wonder if Kaoru-dono and Yahiko are here.. daijobu de gozaru ka..? )
Callan> Sano turns arounds to see what Kenshin is looking at, and blinks,
noting... . o O ( It's that girl again. ) He quickly approaches Kenshin.
"Hey Kenshin! It's that... girl I was telling you about!")
Callan> Sano (OOC) strikes. Typos all over the place. X.x It's all HER
fault! *points at Callan*
Callan> Kenshin stops in his footsteps, quickly looking around for a
girl/blob/panther/thingie, his left hand tightening on his sword sheath.
"Doko de gozaru ka...?"
Callan> Callan pays no mind to the people debating her. She's got a
Yggdrasill to comfort. Poor thing is all beat up. ;_;
Callan> Sano blinks, observing Callan's behavior. Now wait a minute... he's
not about to go comfort that girl again... especially not in front of
others!
Callan> Kenshin looks towards where Sanosuke's staring, his stance relaxing
as he observes the young girl. "Oro.." he blinks, glancing back at Sanosuke
questioningly.
Callan> Sano shrugs. "That's her. She was babbling about missing her
brother or sister or something like that."
Callan> Kenshin points towards the little girl, sweatbeading. "That's the
girl who turned into a blob and a panther de gozaru ka?" n.nx;
Callan> Sano says, "Yes... Hey! What's the matter, don't believe it?"
Callan> Kenshin shakes his head slowly, "Wherever we are, I could believe
just about anything right now."  He does however continue to look
inquiringly at the young girl, debating whether to leave her to comfort
the, erm, boat.
Callan> Callan <--Oblivious.
Callan> Sano says, "Yeah, watch th
㬃oaches, hand
VìÝ pockets,
straw sticking out from between his lips. "Hey kid?"
Callan> Callan, after a moment, blinks at Sano, and grins. n.n
Callan> Sano grins about as charismatically as he can, as he kneels down,
placing one arm on one knee. "What're you doing?"
Callan> Kenshin takes a step forward towards the gathering, rubbing the
back of his neck. "Yare yare..." n.nx;
Callan> Callan points at the ship. "It's hurt."
Callan> Sano sweatdrops. "Is it?"
Callan> Callan nods mournfully.
Callan> Kenshin takes a few steps closer, smiling kindly at Callan with a
polite incline of his head. n.n
Callan> Sano erms, and patpats the ship in a disinterested though
comforting way. "Er, what's wrong with it?"
Callan> Callan points at the burnt rents in its hull. "It crashed."
Callan> Sano rubs his neck. "Um, right." He looks at Kenshin, sheepishly.
Strange girl, see? See?
Callan> Kenshin looks up at the metal hull thoughtfully, blinking. "I
wonder how a ship came to crash in the middle of a forest de gozaru ka..."
glancing over at Sanosuke, he nods quietly.
Callan> Sano shrugs, tilting his head. "Where'd the ship crash from?" He
fully expects something like the Pacific Ocean or whatever.

Vega's Dojo
Just inside the door is set a large mat, a shelf beside it for holding
shoes and other such objects. The mat has streaks of mud on it, without so
much as a speck of it noted in the main areas of the dojo just past it.
The dojo, itself, is a large room. On the far side, near the stairs, is set
most of the equipment, set and stacked out of the way. Several pads,
punching targets, a few carefully-stacked practice weapons, and other
martial arts objects. Lines up along the right-hand wall are several wooden
dummies with various targets set on them, for sword, nerve attacks, simple
punches and kicks, and some completely un-marked ones for general training.
Here and there are set mats, the majority of them piled alongside the other
martial arts equipment, and well out of the way of others.
A small hallway splits off the main room, leading into three doors along
its length, and a final one at the very back. The door at the back has an
'Exit' sign hung firmly on it, while twoof the other doors are marked with
the universal signs for 'ladies room' and 'mens room'. The bathrooms,
obviously. The door on the right-hand side is windowed, a polished plate on
it reading 'Office'. At the opposite edge of the dojo's rear wall is
another short hallway, this one leading into a set of stairs up to the
second level.
[Exits   : (O)ut, (Door) to the mansion, (B)ack Door, (Of)fice, and
(Up)stairs ]
[Players : Iria, Charlie, Ryu_Hoshi, and Vega ]
[Sleepers: Bebi-Nodachan(Pup) ]
[Things  : None ]

Harken, drawn to battle like a moth to a flame, settles herself quietly
against one wall, in the wake of her unusual arrival, and watches the
battle with golden eyes that seem to burn from within.
Ryu Hoshi expected an aerial attack, using an axe-kick to meet where Vega
WOULD have been. Vega's blow catches him at the ankle, dropping him to the
floor. He wastes no time in using a Rising Dragon (technique for getting up
quickly into a dragon punch)---"SHORYUKEN!"

Callan> Callan asks abruptly, "Do you have any more guns?"

Ryu_Hoshi
Standing before you is a young man in a sleeveless white karate gi. His
eyes are focused, but you get the impression he is aware of everything
around him. A red headband is tied around his forehead, and red vambraces
on his wrists. The gi now has several clawslashes across it, and you can
see bloody bandages through the torn fabric. Scorchmarks cross his skin
from multiple electrical shocks, and he seems to look a bit tired and
weakened.
Carrying:
Backpack, and Midgaard City Map

Charlie
You see standing before you a man who stands about 6'2", he seems to be in
his late 20's and he also is quite fit. He is wearing a yellow vest that
has large pockets on both sides, the vest is also open to flaunt his
muscular chest. He has baggy green pants also with large pockets on them.
His feet are covered in a pair of green combat boots, and you also notice a
large silver utility watch on his right arm. And how could you not notice
the large shock of blond hair between his eyes...What is it held with??
Super glue? Anyways, it seems to always be in that postion even in high
winds.. Since you are starting at the hair you can not help but notice his
ruggedly handsome face and dark eyes.

Vega is already backflipping away by the time he's gotten the hit, hoping
his feet will catch Ryu under the chin as he starts it. "Hello Harken." he
grunts as he lands in a crouch, dropping and rolling, trying to come up
under Ryu in a claw-strike, before he can hland.

Iria gives a bit of a grinning wave toward Harken, calling over the fight
in a friendly way (As if the fight were no big deal at all) "So who do you
think's gonna win?"

Callan> Kenshin sweatbeads, shaking his head in response to Sanosuke's
question. "I have no i---" and breaks off as he blinks at Callan. o O (
Guns? )
Callan> Sano's reaction isn't too pleasant, staring at Callan. "Guns?" he
asks, stupidfied.

Harken smirks, leaning on her scythe casually as she nods to Iria. "I fully
intend to enjoy finding out." She adds, louder, to Vega, "Do yourself
justice, Vega." Her voice, for an instant, holds nothing of her usual
sarcasm in it.

Callan> Callan nods. 'I'm hungry.'

Ryu Hoshi aerial blocks the clawstrike, being forced back against the
window with a very audible *THWACK*. He lands, attempting to counter with
his own jumpkick.
Charlie winces as he watches the fight unfold.

Callan> Sano says, "Um, right. Kid, you don't wanna eat lead."

"Oh my," a bystander Kasumis, "is that a crack in the dojo window?"
Vega plans to be giving a _bigger_ thwack the next time that happenes. He
continues in, snapping the claw towards the approaching leg, even as he
turns his head and body to keep the foot from impacting against him. He's
trying to rake the claw up and along that offending leg.
Ryu Hoshi takes a rake across his leg, tearing a gash in his gi and drawing
a bit of blood. However, it gets him in position to when he
lands--"Tatsumaki Senpuukyaku!"--he is in position for a hurricane kick.

Callan> Kenshin remains silent, simply watching the.. unusual child. n.nx;
Callan> Sano adds, "It's like, gonna sit right there in your stomach like a
lump, and you're gonna have a terrrrible time gettin' rid of it, ya know?"

*THHHWACK!* Where the claw is imbedded, a sudden strike of cracking
electricity is surged along the whirling attack, even as Vega leaps
backwards, absorbing as much of the kick as he can. Being kicked out isn't
a good thing. The strikes still hurt, and he's still trying to strike that
offending leg with the same crackling claw. *whap whap whap*

Callan> Callan looks hurt. "I don't?"

Harken . o O ( .... Very good. He's gotten better. )
Ryu Hoshi takes a bit of a shock, electricity crackling painfully along his
legs. "An electric claw?" he murmurs, backing away to regroup.
Charlie stares at the crackling claw... . o O(Where the hell did he get
such a thing...Pretty low of him...)

Callan> Sano asks, "No you don't. *blinkblinks* How can you eat a gun anyway?"
Callan> Sano . o O ( At least she's not a swordswallower. )
Callan> Kenshin rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, "Hen de gozaru ne..."

Vega doesn't feel like letting him regroup, immediately starting towards
him in light footed leaps and bounds, ignoring the bruises and aches from
the kicks as he strikes out again, in a sharp and full-force attack at
Ryu's midsection.

Callan> Callan says, "I.... put them in my mouth, and bite." ^^
Callan> Sano (OOC) points at Kenshin's sakabatou.  Go munch, kiddo.
Callan> Sano says, "... strong teeth."
Callan> Kenshin nods emphatically, sweatbeading. "Very strong de gozaru yo.."
Callan> Sano asks, "Riiight. Hey, what happened to those girls who were
goin' to take care of ya, kiddo?"
Callan> Callan asks, "Girls?"
Callan> Callan's eyes widen, and she blurts, "They were GIRLS?"
Callan> Sano says, "Yeah, you know..." He makes gestures with his hands
that're supposed to indicate Lyrae and Rika. For Callan, maybe it means
something else. Uriel? u.u "Yeah. Why wouldn't they be?"
Callan> Callan hangs her head. "I ate them."
Callan> Sano exclaims, "WHAT?!"
Callan> Kenshin SWEATBEADS, shrinking half SD as he takes a step backwards.
"N.. nan de gozaru na!?" O.Ox
Callan> Callan looks terribly confused. "Was I not supposed to?"

Vega has connected.
Harken (OOC) polishes her scythe. Thank you, thank you... I'll be here all
week... erp. Hi, Vega. n.n;

Callan> Sano says, "Hell no!" He leaps up back onto his feet. "Where did...
you..." He splutters.

Vega (OOC) ows!
Vega has disconnected.
Iria (OOC) has heard of slaying the crowd but..
Ryu_Hoshi has disconnected.
Vega (OOC) wows! "Two for two, Harken!"
Harken (OOC) beams. ^_^
Charlie exclaims, "(OOC) Go go go!"

Callan> Callan asks, ".... Oops?"

Vega (OOC) points at Charlie. "Him next!"
Ryu_Hoshi has connected.
Harken (OOC) stalks Charlie-ward. "This won't hurt... much."

Callan> Kenshin shoots a glance at Sanosuke with wide eyes, "Sano... do you
think she really..??"
Callan> Sano says, "Ever seen a biiiiiig f***ing cat? SHe's like ten times
that size! Hell y..." He backs away just a bit.
Callan> Kenshin takes another step back as well, hesitantly. "Oro..." . o O
( She really IS a panther?? ) n.nx;

Ryu Hoshi desperately attempts to axe-kick c
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th
VìÝaw away long enough for him to catch his breath. He wasn't prepared
for the electricity.

Callan> Callan looks... penitent. But not very.
Callan> Callan clambers to her feet. "I'm *hungry*," she repeats. Nevermind
the fact that she just ate an uzi in the bar.

Vega's claw isn't shicking this time, fortunately for Ryu. Now, it's just
an ordinary claw, getting leg-struck by an ordinary leg. His hand snaps
downwards, and Vega bears in closer, until he's almost nose to nose with
Ryu. As soon as he's in, he raises his clawed hand, going to grab the
martial artist and backdrop him.

Callan> Kenshin, shrinking a little further SD, takes another few quick
steps backwards. n.n;
Callan> Sano joins Kenshin in taking a few more steps backwards. "Er...
right, kid. Did... did you find your boyfriend?"
Callan> Callan says, "No. He's at the church."
Callan> Sano says, "Right, right..." . o O ( Praying to the gods, no doubt. )
Callan> Sano . o O ( She probably ate him too. )

Ryu Hoshi has his moment to catch his breath at last. Unfortunately, he is
backdropped to the mat, hard. He comes back up quickly, fortunately-- he's
prepared for Vega's next move. "....."
Vega"s next move is to relase, stand, and back off for a moment. Not a lot,
as he leaps back, hitting his feet on the wall, and coming off with a leg
snapped out, a little momentum to help in this attack."
Harken watches Ryu thoughtfully. o O ( He's not bad. Not bad at all. But
he's got none of the bloodlust behind his movements...... a disappointment.
)
Ryu Hoshi brings both hands to his side. Electricity begins to crackle
across his body for a moment, but Ryu doesn't bother to fully charge his
ki, just throwing out the ki-blast at where Vega should be heading from--
"HADOUKEN!"
Charlie also is watching Ryu but thinking... o O(Shoulda done the uppercut
when he came in. tsk tsk)
Vega just yanks the claw in against his body, head snapping down as he
'parries' the attack. Read: he braces for it, and just sends his body
through the attack. Yes, it hurts. Yes, he's not happy. However, he's not
thrown on his rear, and he's still aiming his body in a 'tackle' to Ryu's.
Ryu Hoshi is caught into the tackle, rolling back onto his back-- he uses
Vega's momentum against him, though, and throws him through a backroll.
Still, that HURT.

Callan> Kenshin slowly turns towards Sanosuke, a sweatdrop falling further
down the side of his head, "boy.. friend..?" he asks in a somewhat higher
pitched voice.  Clearly, he's finding this girl far beyond strange at this
rate.
Callan> Sano asks, "Right, um... what happened to him?"

Vega doesn't land well. He doesn't K.O. himself, but standing up is a
neccessity, his claw snaking through the air where Ryu had been a moment
before. *whisht* His eyes snap open once he realizes that Ryu has rolled,
and he bears in, again trying to keep him from regaining balance, claw
striking out to his midsection again, slashing it in an upwards strike,
this time, to tear.

Callan> Callan says, "....I don't know."

Ryu Hoshi is at his own feet by this time. He attempts to trade blows with
Vega, taking the shredding strike, but responding with a fierce blow to
Vega's mask.
Again, Vega's claw isn't shocking. Wonder why. Either way, though, he's
bearing in, as soon as he feels the rip. Yuffie can tell you just how nasty
Vega can get with these, as he tries to twist his claw, ripping and tearing
the wound futher. And that, you see, is what the mask is for. *CRACK* It
hits, and indeed, he hears a few birds, but it doesn't fall apart. It may
have cracked... hard to tell, with all the other noise.

Callan> Sano scowls. "How can you not know? What did you do with the girls?"
Callan> Callan hangs her head. "I don't KNOW...."
Callan> Kenshin, suddenly serious, turns towards Sanosuke.  His voice
quiet, he asks, "Will she be alright by herself here, de gozaru ka...?"

Ryu Hoshi takes the twist, unable to respond properly this time. He yanks
himself off the claw, only taking a cursory glance at his wound as he backs
off. A familliar twinkle is in his eye..
Ooh. Ryu, we had -no- idea you felt that way for Vega!
Vega snaps the claw back from Ryu's wound, running it across his free hand,
letting a sheen of blood rub off on his fingers. His eyes narrow slightly,
possibly in amusement, behind the mask. He then steps, leaping towards
Ryu's flank. Just as quickly, he leaps again, aiming for the other side and
striking, hoping to fake Ryu in an attack to his first landing place.
Ryu Hoshi yells, "SHINRYUKEN!", and proceeds to use a full level 3 dragon
punch, for shortened form. (The ball is in Vega's court here, I typed this
in advance)

Callan> Sano says, "If she can EAT people and turn into a panther... hell,
she'll be fine, but... Kenshin, what about..."

Ryu Hoshi lands heavily-- Vega HAS gotten stronger, but he's not going to
give up. Vega must pay!
Vega's claw and strike find nothing but air as Ryu leaps upwards. Thank
goodness, though, he had done the fake. Vega leaps upwards, hsi own claw
drawing up in a mocking imitation of the dragon punch, aiming to slash Ryu
as he comes down as well.
Iria (OOC) spoonfeeds Vega-baby coffee toffee crunch ice cream.
Vega (OOC) @_@
Charlie raises his eyebrow as he notes Ryu's actions... . o O (Not the Ryu
I used to see fight...Strange.Why is he not figthing as well as he should
be...What is the matter?)
Iria (OOC) TOLD you those pants were cutting off the flow of blood to his
brain c.c
Ryu Hoshi is impaled on the claw, taking an inch of it into his lower side
stomach. He lands, dragging Vega with him, and proceeds to strike at Vega's
facemask *again*.

Callan> Kenshin glances at Sanosuke, "Mmmm?" he intones, still keeping an
eye on the seemingly innocent little girl.

Ryu Hoshi has been cursed, actually, with bad luck-- it's amazing none of
his techniques have backfired so far.
Charlie thinks that a good Shinryuken to Vega's mask would do wonders...
Harken's faint smirk widens as blood flows.

Callan> Callan has resumed mumbling to the ship.

Bad luck, heck. Vega's been practicing with a demon. Ryu's been practicing
with... himself. You do the math. *CRACK* Another hit, and the mask cracks
audibly, not to mention visibly. Vega winces, trying to keep the claw in
place, turning and tearing at the wound again, as he tries to shake the
mask to a more easy to see position.
Ryu Hoshi takes another slash at his wounds, and something snaps. The real
reason he isn't fighting so well is the evil energy building within him--
another couple hits, and he'll be ripe for Bison to feed Psycho Energy to--
he is fighting with HATRED, not skill. His response is to unleash a
point-blank hadouken at face-level.
Vega says, "(OOC) Let us all have a moment of silence for Ryu. Who will
likely die. When Vega recovers."
Charlie winces.
Vega was expecting a lot of things. Yes, sir. A _lot_ of things. But a
snap-Hadouken right in his face was not one of them. Not with the ripping
and damage he'd already done. His head jerks backwards, followed by a
thrust of his body, as he tries to backflip away. You can hear the HOWL of
pain from Vega. Or maybe a HOWL of fury. They sound so much alike./
Harken says, ".........."

Callan> Sano says, "... What about what she did to the girls...?
whassername, Lyrae and... um, Rika?"

Ryu Hoshi raises one leg halfway, holding both hands outstretched. He
hesitates, realizing what he almost has commited himself to.
Charlie says, "You two are going a bit far are you not? Maybe we should
break this off..."
Vega lands in a crouch, raising his hands to his face. Oh yeah. That hurts.
That hurts bad. There's no blood... that's the good news. Unfortunately,
there's definate damage. And quite a bit of it, too. You want fury, Ryu?
You're getting it, as Vega raises his eyes towards Ryu, a look of fury
blazing in his eyes, the claw... the oddly clean claw... raises to a ready
position. Charlie? What Charlie? Vega didn't hear no Charlie.
Harken addresses Charlie harshly. "Do not interrupt. This is not your fight."
Charlie says, "Some judge I am supposed to be.."
Charlie shrugs and just watches.
Ryu Hoshi has perhaps two turns left before the wounds cause him to go into
shock. He spins into a mere level 1 vacuum hurricane, the most strength Ryu
has left, in a hope to draw Vega in when he attacks. "Shinkuu.. Tatsumaki
Senpuukyaku."
Vega doesn't exactly feel like holding back any more, somehow. There's a
murderous look behind his eyes, now that the mask is completely gone, the
claw gripped tightly. A measuring glance, and he leaps to one wall, then
strikes another, gaining speed and momentum.
Harken . o O ( Good. Good. Is this what it takes to make him truly put his
heart into a match? ... )
Ryu Hoshi puts the very last of his strength into a dragon punch, too weak
to even call the attack.
Vega rebounds from the second wall in a thrusts of his feet, claws snapping
in against his body as he streamlines for the leap. A whoop of fury comes
frmo the wounded Vega as he snaps his hands out, either to claw or grab Ryu.
Ryu Hoshi is grabbed by Vega, obviously, and...
Harken's eyes gleam.

Callan> Kenshin blinks once more, his eyes widening. "Lyrae-dono?"

Vega grabs, twists, and throws _HARD_, aided by the momentum of the leaps.

Callan> Sano nods, still studying Callan.

Ryu Hoshi impacts the window with the distinct sound of glass shattering.
The shattered glass muffles the sounds of him hitting the pavement outside.
He's out like a light, but likely Vega is no better.
Vega is better, yes! He's not out! Ha-HA! ....wait... *waver* ....*slump*
Ok, so he is out. Delayed reactions to things suck.
Vega's dojo is also beat to heck. The walls show several spots where the
fireballs and claw struck. There's even a good-sized hole in a place or
two. It'll need some repairs.
Charlie says, "Well... I guess they knoced each other out...Vega was
standing last but, they're both out now.."
Harken asks whoever is inclined to answer, not really in a hurry to aid the
fallen man--either of them-- "Who was he?" She nods in the direction Ryu
flew.
Charlie frowns, saying simply "He is Ryu... and he needs attention." as he
walks out to circle back to Ryu.
Charlie offers to lead Ryu_Hoshi.
Harken raises an eyebrow, but says nothing more. o O ( What sort of man
names himself after a dragon...? )

Callan> Kenshin finally relaxes once more.  Smiling kindly, he steps over
to kneel next to Callan, smiling at her. n.n

Charlie frowns darkly, then hefts the man up in his arms and walks off
without another word. ".........." . o O (....hospital.....)

Callan> Callan looks away from the ship and smiles brightly at Kenshin. She
says, very quietly, "You smell like blood."
Callan> Sano blinks at Callan, then stares at Kenshin. "..." What the hell
is this girl?
Callan> Kenshin's smile slips momentarily, his eyes grim as he regards her.
Shaking his head, his smile returns as he asks gently, not heeding her
comment, "Do you have a name...?"
Ryu_Hoshi falls in line behind Charlie.
Vega may or may not be completely unconcious. But he's definately slumped
over on the floor, his mask laying in shattered pieces here and there.
Charlie opens the front door, walking out to Sif Way.
Charlie leaves, with Ryu_Hoshi following behind him.
Iria crosses her arms, strolling over to look darkly down at the fallen
form of Vega. She doesn't look as if she's going to enjoy helping him much,
but -someone- has to. "Great. This is -two- you owe me now Vega.." She
kneels down to check his pulse. Pretty sure he's still alive, just wanting
to see how bad off he really is.

Callan> Callan says, "....Callan."

He's definately still alive, but needless to say, the glimpse you get when
you partly roll him over isn't a poretty one. He took a ki fireball right
to the face. There really doesn't need to be a desciption here for you to
get an idea of what he looks like, at the moment.

Callan> Kenshin nods politely, "Sessha wa, Himura Kenshin de gozaru.
Yoroshiku na." n.n
Harken remarks dryly, without much sympathy, "The problem of Vega's vanity
may shortly be solved permanently."

Callan> Kenshin (OOC) apologizes for speaking so much in Japanese but given
the *forms* Kenshin uses, sometimes... they're just so much more
appropriate. x.x it's hard to get it across in English.  If anyone doesn't
understand a word just ask. n.n;
Callan> Callan sticks two fingers in her mouth, and blinks at Kenshin. "I
am the master of my fate--I am the captain of my soul."
Callan> Sano isn't quite sure how Kenshin can not be offended by a ...
girl-eating girl. He just shrugs... ?

Iria winces at the look, and nods in agreement with Harken. Though when she
glances up toward the woman, it's with an angry expression. "You really
don't get it, do you? For Vega.. That's all he has. If he loses his looks,
he's going to lose his mind as well."

Callan> Kenshin blinks once or twice at her with a sweatbead. "Oro..."

Vega must be unconcious. He's not reacting to any of what's being said. Of
course, it could be that he's in shock over things.. but whichever it is,
he's not budging an inch.
Harken snorts disdainfully. "You give him too little credit. There's far
more to him than his pretty face, even if neither he nor you are aware of
it." Her voice is ice-laden, though she speaks with conviction and feeling.

Callan> Callan n.n
Callan> Kenshin glances over his shoulder at Sanosuke, clearly unsure what
to make of this puzzling little girl.
Callan> Sano asks, "... Um, right. Sagara Sanosuke here." He rubs the back
of his head. "What the hell're you talkin' about?"

Iria shakes her head and turns back to Vega. Oh boy. She works on lifting
him over a shoulder, seeing as she can't exactly do anything for him here.
"Yeah, he has other things to him, but his ego is the largest part. That
goes, all that'll be left is an insane killer." Oh wait. That's what Harken
wants, huh? She grins wryly, "Then again, I could be wrong."

Callan> Callan admits readily, "I don't know. Does it matter?"

Vega is apparently at least partially concious. Mainly because as Iria
tries to lift him, he gives a muffled complaint. Something that sounds like
him saying he can walk himself. Mind you, he doesn't really try to.
Harken rests a bit more of her weight on the scythe, and asks pointedly,
"This, from someone who claims she doesn't know him very well? You're
outside of your jurisdiction, girl. You're no true fighter. Have you ever
held a blade in your hands?"

Callan> Kenshin stands up once again, dusting himself off.  Stepping
lightly over to Sanosuke, he lowers his voice, "I'm not sure whether we
should leave her here by herself de gozaru ne..."
Callan> Sano mutters something about if we took her with us, she'd probably
eat us while we were sleeping.

Iria mmhms, "Of course you can Vega, just humor me." She gives Harken
another glance, this one not so nice. "I admit, I'm not a fighter. I care
more about people and helping them than improving my skill to some inane
standard. Now, unless you'd like to get in the way more, you -could-
actually dosomething to help." Of course she starts walking toward the door
to the mansion with Vega herself (and yes, she is strong enough to carry
him, thank you so much for asking if she could) While walking away she
mutters something vaguely insulting along the lines of wondering why Vega
liked you at all.
Harken snorts, but mutters sarcastically, "How can I refuse, when you asked
so prettily?" She moves to Iria's side to take Vega from her. Feh. Humans.
Iria gives a faint snort of contempt. "I have him. Just get the door."
Unless you really -want- him..
Vega is going to complain about this. Really, he is. Of course, he's also
still using what little energy he has left to try and keep from passing
completely out.
Harken mutters, "Of course you do." She doesn't want Vega--but it won't do
her much good if Iria tears the wounds -more-, will it? "Hand the fool man
here."
Vega says, "(OOC) Now now, ladies. No need to fight over me. ^^"
Iria (OOC) forks him over, "Keep him"
Vega exclaims, "(OOC) Must... resist... urge... to snuggle up!"
Harken (OOC) must...resist...urge...to...throw Vega off the balcony!
Vega (OOC) O_O "I'll be good."
Vega falls in line behind you.
Iria pushes the door open and steps through to let Harken through u.u
Iria walks through the door to the mansion.
Iria has left.



Harken, with Vega balanced easily over one shoulder, follows Iria through
the door.
Iria glances over her shoulder, then leads the way up to Vega's bedroom.
Pausing only to grab one of his many maids and demand a few items.
Vega is laying pretty still where he is, his wounded face turned towards
Harken's shoulder. No, he's not doing anything wrong. He's making sure the
maids can't get a look at him. He may not be fully 'there', but he has an
idea of things. A vague one.

Vega's Mansion -- Vega's Room
The size of this room is great, most likely once a small living room, or
other similar room. As it is, the room is filled with beauty and elegance,
fairly dripping with pure extravagance. Wall to wall, the carpet is thick,
a deep shag to sooth tired feet. The walls are painted in a cream tone,
hung all over with objects d'art. Many of the pictures, while truly
beautiful, depict rather violent scenes, of battles, war, blood, and death.
Still, even through the scenes of gore, the pure creativity and skill of
the artist shines through, making each picture a true work of art. A hooded
chandelier hangs from the celing, kept at a low tone for the most part,
leaving the mainstay of the room in soft shadows and color tones.
Lined up against the far wall is a fireplace, usually kept cool, although a
fire can be seen blazing there at times, should Vega decide on the extra
warmth and atmosphere. Lining the shelf above, is a long line of
knick-knacks, several trophies and ribbons, with a few small sculptures
scattered throughout as well. Hanging above it is a picture of Vega,
himself, in his full combat regale and posing, claw thrust to the sky. A
line of red runs down the last claw, a droplet seeming to hang from the
very tip, frozen in image. A couple masks are hung on the wall as well,
most of them with various cracks and bloodmarks along them. Just beside the
fireplace is a long bookshelf, lined with several types of thick-bound
books. Poetry, novels, and anthologies are carefully arranged among one
another.
A large, stuffed leather chair is set in front of the fire, facing it, a
place to sit, read, and watch the flames. A few other seats are offered
with a pair of leather couches, each one lined with thick cushions and a
handful of pillows. A heavy afghan is draped over top of either one of
them, both decoration and extra warmth on a cool night.
The bed, itself, is placed well away from the door and fireplace, pushed up
against the far wall. Satin bedsheets peep from beneath goosedown
comforter, all of them a deep red hue, the color of life's blood spilled.
The pillowcases are satin as well, the same red hue as the covers, and pile
high on the headboard, lining it with a thick stack of pillows.
[Exits   : (O)ut ]
[Players : Iria ]
[Things  : None ]

Harken dumps Vega with little ceremony into his bed. At least she's gentler
than last time she scraped him off the floor, though. She eyes his face
thoughtfully. Yup. That might solve that little problem, if it scars.
And as soon as Vega's on the bed, Iria shoos Harken aside with little care
for how the woman reacts. Hey, she's betting Harken doen't know anything
about first aid, and so that leaves her. "Go see if the maid's got that
stuff yet." She murmers, while carefully checking over his wounds.
Vega has come around enough to reach up with a hand, towards the injuries.
He can only touch so much, hand jerking away with every tender spot
touched. "Oh, mi dios." he mutters. "Mi cara.. my face. ...mi dios...."
Harken raises an eyebrow, makes a note to herself to have a stern
talking-to with Iria about who's giving orders to whom, and directs a truly
hapless maid to Vega's bedside. She then deposits herself in a corner of
the room, watching darkly.
Matter of fact, Harken -does- know a bit about first aid. Who d'ya think
patched him up last time?
Dr. Codine?
Iria doesn't give a damn really. She's here now and she doesn't trust
Harken. No offense, something about seeing the world dead just sort of
makes her distrust her. u.u She nod thankfully to the maid and takes the
items.. The first of which is a soft cloth to wash out those nasty wounds.
She places her hands on Vega's wrists first, shushing him softly. "Stop
squirming or you'll make it worse."
What Vega says in this place isn't exactly printable. Spanish _or_ English.
Teeth gritted, his hands do drop from his face, letting Iria look them
over. Mainly because he doesn't exactly have the energy to stop her from
touching it.
Harken, after another moment, pushes herself off the wall, and mutters, "If
you live, Spaniard, I'll critique your work tonight with you tomorrow. If
you die, I'll see you in hell." With that, she folds into nothingness,
departing.



Iria sighs darkly, murmering, "And you fell for -her-? Oh yeah, miss
congeniality." She gently tries to wipe the worst of the blood away,
lightly patting with the fabric of the cloth so it doesn't drag into the
wound and hurt more.
Vega still sucks a breath through his teeth as you touch the wounds,
careful or not. His fingers grip the bedclothes, going whiteknuckled. He
even still has the claw on his hand, the weapon pretty much forgotten with
the real imporance of what was damaged.
Okay, now the -hard- part. Of course she chooses to lift the clawed hand
and remove that first. She does -not- want the man punching her with such a
thing while she's using peroxide on the wound. Painfull, but it's quite
effective. "And don't -even- think I'm going to help undress you for bed
Vega, you're doing that yourself." Hard to tell if she's joking or not, but
she sounds dead serious. c.c
Vega is too much in shock to be reacting to the clothing comment. "Mi
dios." he says again, somewhat huskily. You can see a glimmer of tear in
the corner of his eyes. "Mi cara." His teeth grit together as soon as he
smells the peroxide, his hand releasing the claw quickly as soon as he
realizes what's going on. Yes, even Vega knows what should and shouldn't be
done. "Le matare." he grumbles. You know, it's probably better, most of
this is kept to Spanish. "Le matare. Lentamente."
Iria sets the claw aside, well out of grasp. Just in case. Then, she pours
just a tad of the peroxide onto a cotton swab. She even goes so far as to
take one of Vega's hands with her free one so he can feel free to squeeze
away while she dabs the wounds clean.
op watches Iria lose her hand o_o
Vega does so, and there's no tenderness about it. It's pure and utter
reaction to the sudden shock of pain, his hand snapping closed and tugging
sharply, as though about to pull back. He catches a breath between his
teeth, wincing. The tears are gone now, if it helps.
Iria hisses sharply at the pain shooting through her hand. Maybe not such a
good idea, but at least he's not thrashing about as much as he may have
been. She makes short work of her job, so as to release both herself and
him from further pain. "There.. Just need to bandage it up. And don't worry
so much about it." No, she's not going to lie about it. "It's a mess, but
it looks like it'll heal clean. Course, whatever's left over you can easily
pay someone to fix, so anyway you look at it, it won't last long."
Vega nods at that, somewhat comforted. "He is still going to die." he
remarks, now in English, not that he's recovered somewhat from the shock.
Hand? Huh? Oh! He does release your fingers once he's sure that's what he's
got a grip on. "Lo ciento."
Iria takes her hand back and proceeds to grimace while carefully pulling
each finger apart a bit. Ow. Talk about crunched. "Hey, I didn't say I was
gonna stop you if that's what you have in mind." And.. *cough* She might
not know much spanish, but she knows -that- word. She turns her attention
away from your face now that the 'worst' (aka, the one ticking you off the
most) is dealt with to see what others you have.
Vega is actually pretty well-off across the rest of him. Some good bruising
around his chest and sides, a little around his arms, but the face is the
worst of it.
Iria goes to work on cleaning up the small mess she made by cleaning up the
bigger mess of Vega. Yes, there are maids to do it, no she doesn't care.
It's habit to clean up after herself. "Well, on the bright side, he was at
least as bad off when his friend carried him off." Okay, not the face but
hey.. "If that helps any for right now." Which it probably doesn't, but she
doesn't know what else to say really.
Vega nods at that. "He'll be worse the next time I find him.' he says
again, his voice icy. "I'll make sure of that." he then settles into quiet,
letting himself brood and plot. He settles back against the bed as well, as
he does it, leaning against the headboard."
Vega (OOC) should change his @doing to 'Wishing I was doing what the 'rwa'
suggests'
Iria (OOC) snerks
Harken (OOC) ROTFLMAO.
Iria flicks her hair back out of her face once her work is done, and sits
back on the edge of the bed a bit to regard Vega a moment thoughtfully.
Just a tad of pity she feels for him. Not that he still doesn't look good,
she just feels sorry because he'll be stressing over it for awhile. As well
as plotting to kill Ryu. Which he seems to be doing right now. "Hey, Vega?
You gonna be alright now?" She asks softly, not wanting to disturb his
thoughts too much.
Vega blinks, train of thought shattered by the intrusion of his own voice.
"Of course, Senorita." he says, sounding somewhat more like himself,
already. "I'll be fine. I've had to heal before. Thank you." Of course, not
to be rude, but he does wave a casual hand towards the door, suggestively.
Alright, arrogance back, pity gone. She smirks wryly and nods. "Riight. And
just how do I know you'll -stay- in bed and heal instead of going out and
trying to get your oh-so-precious revenge? Hm?
'Cause he can't walk? n.n
Vega (OOC) -_-~
Vega raises his eyebrows. "Are you planning to stay and watch me the entire
time, Senorita?" His voice tone sounds somewhat sarcastic, mind.
Iria crosses her arms stubbornly over her chest, glaring down at Vega as
she answers in a completely serious, stubborn as hell tone. "If that's what
it takes.."
Iria well as if -that's- going to convince her. "Uh-huh. Sorry Vega, but so
far your word hasn't held up very well." *gasp!* That's not even a thinly
veild insult! A harsh finger pokes the middle of his chest as she makes her
point. "You promised to stop calling me 'senorita' for one, and just look
how often you've done it tonight alone."
Vega s look doesn't change a bit. "Very well then, Iria." He shifts over on
the bed somewhat, then extends a hand. "Relax. You'll find you have nothing
to do. Though maybe you could at the least fetch me one of my books."
Iria stands from the bed with a nod, moving over toward the bookcase.
"Fine. Which one?" She's resisting the urge of asking him if his mother
taught him any manners at all, for not adding a 'please' to that.
Vega would add a please to it. if he was trying to be polite, and not
trying to chase Iria out of his room. "There should be one with a bookmark
in it." he says, looking more than vaguely annoyed at all this. "A book of
poetry."
Iria isn't going to be chased out so easily, so nyah. She comes back a
moment later and hands over the book. "Poetry.. Shoulda guessed. Do you
actually like it, or is it just part of the image?" She asks in a mild
teasing tone. Hey, he does the wine, servant, and every other thing like
the stereotypical rich man would.
Vega takes the book as it's offered to him, shifting himself to a more
comfortable position. "Now, I'm certain you can find a different room to
'watch' me from." He looks at her, calmly and expectantly, letting the book
fall open in his fingers.
Iria just grins, slightly maliciously. Oh yes, she does move away from the
bedside. And she will alow him his privacy. As much as can be aloted by her
taking the seat he likes to reside in by the fire while reading, her legs
dangling over one side as she sits in it sideways so that all can be seen
are her legs. "Just pretend I'm not here, I won't peek or anything."
Vega's look turns from the slightly annoyed one to one of what can only be
described as raw anger. There is a soft *snap* as the book is closed around
the mark again, carefully set onto the bed. "I must insist." he says,
pushing himself carefully to the edge of the bed. "I will not have you
here." His eyes lock to hers in a challenging fashion, his look anything
but comical. He's deadly serious about what hs'e saying. And with Vega, the
word 'deadly' can have strong meanings.
Iria merely rolls her eyes upward and sighs, sounding extremely tired. "I
would, really I would, but I respect Harken and that rather large scimitar
more than a wounded man at the moment. And if I let anything happen to you,
in spite of her cold seeming she'd probably use it as good reason to try
and kill me." Which, you'd probably do too. Of course there's no -real-
reason for her to be saying this, except.. Well, she likes pissing Vega off.
Vega looks as if he's about to argue stillmore on the fact, then bites it
off, choking off a chuckle. "She would, at that." he admits after a moment,
remembering things in passing. "It doesn't stop the fact from being that I
have no use for a guardian in my room." He nods to the chairs. "Take one of
those and stay in the hallway, if you insist."
Iria says, "I'm hardly being a guardian Vega." She retorts dryly.
Nursemaid, maybe, but hardly a guardian. Her feet take to swinging in a
child-like fashion as she resumes speaking again. "I just wouldn't trust
you to stay in bed when it's best for you unless you were in a full body
cast. And even then you'd have to be tied down."
Vega's look settles into annoyance again at that. "I'm hardly a fool, Iria.
I'm not going to be going anywhere tonight, if I can help it." His fingers
audibly drum as they hit the book's cover, his eyes on you again firmly.
"Don't make me aggrivate my injuries more by sending you out of here by
force."
Iria rolls her eyes in an 'as if you could' manner. But then she thinks of
a -wonderful- retort. Unfortunately it goes along with his wishes but.. Ah
well. She would like to catch a nap sometime this evening. *swing* *kick*
*swing* "Heh, probably some dumb rule about how no woman can stay in your
room unless they have sex with ya, huh?" With a final swing of her legs she
swivel's them over the side again and stands, reaching for one of the
chairs to pull out after her as she leaves. "So, since I'm not interested
in that at all, I'll leave. But I'll be -right- outside."
Which means she's -almost- interested...
Iria exclaims, "(OOC) DOES NOT!"
Harken (OOC) giggles madly.
Vega (OOC) LOL!
Welcome to MST3K Roleplay
Iria (OOC) baps Harken, "You're not supposed to be -helping- him! ;.;"
Harken exclaims, "(OOC) But...it's fun!"
Of course that isn't what it is! Vega would be perfectly happy to have a
good-looking woman in his room. However, his present mood is one where he'd
rather be left alone. By everyone. _Especially_ someone with an attitude
like Iria's. Thus, once she's heading for the door, Vega's already settling
back with his book, relaxing a little bit. A glance towards the cool
fireplace, and he returns his gaze to his book. Maybe in a little bit....
*yawn*
Did we forget to mention she'll be checking in on him hourly to see if he's
asleep? Anyway, she opens the door, drags the chair out, and closes it
behind her with a "Be a good boy now Vegie-poo."
Vega doesn't have any answer to that, leaning back to resume his reading,
eyes drifting shut gradually as he does so. Shock and a heavy fight takes a
lot out of you.

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