Post-Traumatic Magical Meeting (Silhouette/ Yasu)

[Silhouette (DELETED 6077)]

Silhouette and Yasu
Water Treatment Plant

<Silhouette>
Silhouette was still running in her stiletto-like heels through grass, roots, and thickets until she'd finally come to a building on the edge of Harper Rock. Barely glancing at where she'd ended up as she slid inside the Water Treatment Plant. She’d done well enough cleaning her hands but still gingerly pulled the door with the cleanest side of her hand. Upon entering, the sound of water rushing through the plant was all that could be heard aside from the click of her still-intact, but muddy, shoes. There was nothing else to be done, she thought to herself as she quickly hunted for the facilities. Surely working this far out, the employees had bathrooms tucked away somewhere convenient. The search finalized with a relieved success and Sil leapt inside the nearest door and stripped away her clothes from the night out. There was dry blood caked onto her body in numerous patches and she pursed her lips as she pumped soap from a dispenser and scrubbed down, scratching away at every inch of her until she thought she may not have skin for at least an hour. Thankfully wrong, she turned on the sink which added to the rushing water outside the restroom. The place had been closed for hours but she was sure there would be no one attempting to show up for hours yet.

<Yasu>
Yasu took a slow breath in and exhaled. He loved the smell of the wilderness. The fresh, crisp, green scent always took him back to his aunt’s ritual room, stocked with fresh herbs at any day and hour. Now, however, was not the time to reminisce. He had to be back at the shop by the afternoon, and his peace would be short lived regardless. Making a shushing motion to the ghost that stalked him, he closed his eyes and sent out a light wave of energy, taking in his surroundings on a surreal level. Like a bright light in his mind’s eye, the lock of baneberry stood out in his mind’s eye. He crossed the glade with swift steps, free hand clutching the katana to his side loosely. Just as he reached for the herb, though, a small member of the fey snatched it up, playfully floating away. Yasu shook his head, a rare smile gracing his lips. He'd never had much problem with the playful fair folk and their tricks, something he chopped up to both his humanity and heritage. Still, they did tend to keep him busy when he had other agendas. At a leisurely pace he followed the fey, watching as it slipped into a nearby building. He slipped in as well, crossing down a hall and stopping to pick up the dropped baneberry. Now why had the creature brought him here? Warily he tightened his grip on his weapon

<Silhouette>
Silhouette felt the chill of the air on her bare skin and freshly washed, damp hair as she lifted the small dress to eye level and inspected the amount of blood before rolling her eyes and realizing that if she were covered in blood so was the dress. the dried thick liquid was already dark and blending in with the fabric but quickly became a bright crimson once more as she ran cool sink water over the material. Her hands worked away, occasionally pumping a palm full of soap to add to the scrubbing. She rinsed the last of the red color from the dress and then her underclothes before she rang them out once more as a test before holding the lingerie beneath an automated hand dryer. The noise was unbearable to her already delicate senses and she cringed as she turned the fabric every which way to ensure it dried thoroughly. She slipped the warm garments on, feeling much more secure and decent before holding the dress out, ready to begin another drying process.

‹Yasu›
There was a second sound, now, barely perceptible at first. It took him some time to pinpoint the sound as that of a dryer or something of the like. Cautiously he slipped through the door, readying his weapon. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd been caught off guard in a place like this by one of those undead. Tucking himself close to a corner of the wall, he peered around the corner. Ordinarily he would have turned and slipped away as soon as he laid eyes on the woman, obviously in the midst of cleaning. Certainly the low whistle only he could hear would have deterred him. Yet just as he turned away, he caught the scent of iron and the sight of crimson in the sink. He froze in place, grip tightening on his blade, then slowly relaxing. Concern won out over caution and he stepped into the room, his eyes politely averted to some spot over the woman’s shoulder.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice soft, calm, and unthreatening despite the sheathed blade in hand.

<Silhouette>
Silhouette had just turned the dress over to the last area needing dried and relief was slowly spreading through her. All that was left was to clean the sink's sides which still clung to beads of bloody water. However, a voice, nearly as velvety as the dress in her hands, rang through the bathroom as the dryer cut off. In one motion, Silhouette had managed to throw an arm over her exposed top half, and in the process of spinning around, had slung her free hand into the mirror to her side. As she moved to dodge being seen, although she felt like it was too late, her heel slipped in a puddle of lightly pink water, colored from just the slightest drips of blood. The question his voice uttered rang through her head while her mind flashed back to mere hours before. Was she hurt? Who was it that was discovering someone broken into a closed plant, but more concerned about her safety? She spun around and grabbed at the dress slinging it on carelessly as if she were seizing. As her wide eyes frantically analyzed the man before her, clutching a sword, she skittered backward into the corner, breaking the handle of a nearby mop, ready for a fight regardless of his innocent question.
“I'm fine, what are you doing here!?”

<Yasu>
Yasu blinked slowly, processing a great many things at once. She was frantic, for one, though that could be attributed to anything. It was the brief flash of what he'd seen (or rather, hadn't seen) in the mirror that had caught his attention. He couldn't help but stare at the pane of glass for a good minute, barely registering the fact that she'd just broken a mop with her bare hands easily and now brandished it like a makeshift weapon. All in all, he wasn't quite sure what to classify her as, and took his time staring as he made a careful decision.

[Yasu (DELETED 6197)]

<Yasu>
Reaching out, he very slowly lowered his weapon to the ground without a word. Moving to a crouch cause the long, dark coat he wore, as well as the end of his knit blue scarf, to kiss the floor. Disarmed, he took a risk and pushed the blade out of reach before standing up again.
"Are you sure you're not hurt?" He looked her over more carefully, but not once did his gaze linger where it wasn't meant to. It seemed more the look of a doctor looking for injuries. Despite being unarmed, though, his stance was loose and careful. Ready, just in case she took no kindness to his own offering of peace.

<Silhouette> Silhouette watched as the attractively effeminate man lowered the sword that she now recognized as a katana. His eyes were averting yet somehow still searching. Genuine concern. He nudged his blade away and she realized she'd been wielding a broken handle as a spear. Everything had happened quickly and she was thankful that as he looked at the shattered mirror, her hand healed where the glass had opened her vampiric flesh. Although she suspected he notices that she hadn't been present where a reflection should be, she hoped he'd chalk it up to an odd viewing angle. The dress she'd scrambled for was now neatly pulled down over her and she stood, dropping the mop handle and watched him with an indecisive but still cautious eye.
“Really I'm f-fine, I... I fell and hit my head and this was the nearest place to clean up...”

<Yasu>
Yasu fixed his eyes on the healing hand, then up to her face.
'She's lying. Know what I do to liars like her?' the voice whispered tantalizingly in his ear, and he physically cringed, lips moving almost wordlessly.
"No, I don't, now shut yer gob," he hissed ever so quietly, a hint of accent betraying his annoyance. With a slow, calming breath, he turned his gaze back to her. "May I see?" he gestured to her head. "I'm no doctor, but I might be able to help."

<Silhouette>
Silhouette heard something vague but the man's mouth was mumbling something to ... well? The air beside him? She tucked her hand beneath her and made to lift herself from the floor, trying to give the flesh a bit more time to seal. She ran her fingers through her hair and used her fingernail to scrape deeply across her scalp, so that as she leaned down toward the dark clad mumble-r, the cut was healed enough to be recognized as a wound but hopefully not enough to insist emergency attention.

<Yasu>
Yasu took each step slow, moving in the way one would when dealing with a cornered animal. When he reached her, he carefully removed his gloves and reached over, parting the hair with his fingers.
"It's cut," he murmured with the lightest frown. "Did you fall on something?" Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small white package and opened the top. Several herbs peeked out of this, and he placed it aside on the counter after sweeping away some broken glass. Wetting a bit of paper towel, he cleaned the wound. A small vial was drawn from his pocket, and he dapped a second sheet of papertowel before touching it to her injury.
"Honey, Garlic, Calendula, Marshmellow root and Cayenne pepper," he explained softly, pocketing the vial again. A long, spikey tendril of a plant was removed from the package, snapped, and the sticky sap spread over her injury. "Aloe vera," he added, and placed a simple bandage over the injury. If he noticed any surgance in the healing rate as he worked, he made no comment. "You asked why I was here, but you never explained your own reason." Returning the items to his pocket, he held an easy, calm sort of aura that was part natural and part magical in some sense. Idly he reached over, plucking up a large shard of glass and tipping it her way.

<Silhouette>
Silhouette stood calmly, as he doctored her hopefully not healing yet wound. There was something peaceful about him that she appreciated. Something that almost pulled her out of her panicked state. Almost made her forget what she'd just done. She wasn't a murderer. She wasn't. She wasn't. But now she was.
“ I was out... bar hopping I suppose. Wouldn't be out in this otherwise.” Silhouette motioned vaguely about the dress and glanced at her still muddied shoes. “I guess when I slipped down some steps in those monsters I w-“ She stopped and made the motions as if she were taking a deep breath. “I was embarrassed and ran off before I could- Say you... you look familiar...”

<Yasu>
Yasu nodded once without raising his dark eyes.
"The nearest bar is quite far away..." He turned the piece of glass a little more, thoughtfully studying the surface and what it lacked. More importantly what she lacked. "A reflection," he muttered without thinking, his brows pursed in deep thought. Finally raising his eyes, he felt a nip of confusion. "We've met?" He couldn't quite recall. It must have been quite brief.

<Silhouette>
Silhouette watched as he spun a shard of glass to point in her direction as he mumbled momentarily. He knew. If he didn't know everything, he at least knew she was supposed to be in that shard. But she knew she'd seen him before also. Somewhere that reminded her of fleeing bars. The last bar she'd truly fled from... was Lancasters. The night she'd really fallen. Was he the same man who'd offered her a hand? The same one she'd quickly shoved past to exit the building as her anxious cravings overtook her?
"I believe we have; it could easily be a mistake." She reached out to extend a delicate handshake, hoping to encourage dropping the glass. She eyed it briefly

<Yasu>
Yasu didn't hesitate for long. He placed the shard down and shook her hand in a gentle sort of way, his expression as close as it could be to a smile without actually doing it.
"I guess we never really were properly introduced. Yasu O'Doherty. A pleasure to meet you." He even offered just a touch of a bow, a habit of his training as much as it was a show of trust.

<Silhouette>
Silhouette smiled faintly, trying to keep her elongated teeth behind her bottom lip.. reminding her painfully of what she'd done.
"I should probably uhm..." she looked down and ducked past, glancing over her shoulder momentarily as she shuffled by quickly with unnoticed bare feet.

<Yasu>
Yasu scooped up his blade, walking forward a few steps before hesitating. It was clear the woman had secrets, but for as many questions as he had burning in his throat, Yasu had a respect for her privacy. He slipped out the door as well, moving towards the exit.
"Perhaps we'll meet again, Droch-fhola," he murmured softly over his shoulder without looking back. It was a loose guess based of a weak assumption, so he was careful to only use a gaelic term, rather than straight out calling her vampire. Letting the comment hang, he began to hum an odd tune, making his way back out of the waterworks.