RP between Rook and Degu
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Rook — 10/22/2020
As he did on a near regular basis, Quinne had gone hunting by himself. The kids were left in the care of Zaff, though the lot of them were possibly sleeping and he didn't want to risk waking them up by getting restless and working somewhere in the house. Painting didn't satisfy, but he'd done a lot of that lately for small amounts of added funds when not working for the butcher's shop.
He brought along a few arrows, and his spear, deciding on getting a deer home for the sake of packing their enchanted chest with a good amount of meat to last a while. He wasn't sure how the winter months worked on the isle, but wanted to prepare for possible slim pickings. Wight didn't follow him, but Quinne felt safer with him watching the house as everyone slept.
He wore dark colors, blending in well enough, though the glow of his eyes wasn't so easily masked.
Degu — 10/22/2020
As Quinne progressed further into the forest, the deeper and darker it got. All seemed as normal in the night until a blanket of silence washed over the area he was in. The silence in the forest was smothering and oppressive without warning, a cloud of dread seemed to choke the area. For a forest full of magical beings it stood out like a sore thumb that even the crickets had gone silent.
Then the silence broke. The shriek of a stag, clomping hooves snapping branches and tearing through ivy came hurtling towards Quinne. When the beast came into view its eyes, shining in the moonlight, swivelled fearfully as it bounded for freedom, the smell of blood on the air as dark liquid glistened on its torn throat.
Rook — 10/22/2020
It was certainly strange, and Quinne paused at times to try to listen in for anything normal people might miss. Silence instead was what he gained. Atleast, until the stag bleated in panic and came charging at him. He managed to avoid being trampled in time, but instead of bothering with his bow, he threw his spear in the direction of the stag's head. Maybe it'd be enough to kill it and send it down before it attracted unwanted attention, but he wasn't holding his breath.
It was only until after the spear was thrown that he pulled his bow free from his torso, readying it incase he had to deal with the animal's other hunter. He moved to a tree, standing as still as he could against the trunk, waiting.
Degu — 10/22/2020
The stag just happened to weave and change direction as the spear grazed its cheek. The trees above Quinne rustled and a dark humanoid shape shot by at speed, leaping from tree trunk to tree trunk. It launched itself, not at Quinne but down at the deer. It landed, scrambling for purchase on the beast before tearing it down to the ground with a piercing shriek. It tore through the beasts throat even as it still struggled for freedom, tearing at it with its teeth even as the beast kicked at it and gasped.
The battle was ugly but the creature lost conciousness from the blood loss rapidly and finally the hunched monster feasted. Its hair was long and greasy, skin pale and greyed.. emaciated, scarred and starved, it ate ravenously, tearing meat from the beasts neck without discrimination. The only thing that might look familiar was the blindfold...dirty, old...but still showing that same symbol. It seemed to have no muscle tone left, no meat on his bones... he was practically skeletal and his teeth much longer as they ripped through the poor animal.
Rook — 10/22/2020
Quinne couldn't help but watch the morbid scene, a bit let down he didn't get the deer first, but there were plenty more about. He set the arrow back in his quiver and moved off to the side, seeking to grab his spear. Morgue was somewhat familiar, atleast as far as scent and the blindfold went.
"Long way from...home." The vampire couldn't recall if the man had been talkative before, but it had been a long time since then. He remained a good couple feet away, not keen on appearing as if he intended to get between Morg and the dead deer.
Degu — 10/22/2020
Morgue surged the moment Quinne came closer to reclaim his spear in the ground nearby. He opened his mouth wide, jaw dislocating horribly with a monstrous hiss before running back over to his meal and mounting protectively onto it as he chewed its head clean off, the horrible crunching of bones between his teeth was deafening among the silence.
As he ate, he seemed to slow down, maybe even calm down a little. Greasy hair was drenched with blood and the beasts ribcage was wide open now, the banshee practically inside of it and snapping up organs in his teeth.
Rook — 10/22/2020
He made a point of ignoring the deer altogether, but kept an eye out for anyone (or thing) instead. Last thing he wanted was Marc or, dare he be cursed, Harpur showing up to the scene. He strapped the spear back in place.
"Hm." He hummed, finding a spot to properly sit that wasn't outright on the ground. A stump would do, since he was keen on seeing if the banshee would be able to speak once he was done gorging himself on the stag.
Degu — 10/22/2020
Morgue ate hungrily and in relative silence. As long as Quinne stayed at a distance he was going to be no trouble. For a moment after he'd finished with very little left of the deer itself, he simply rested there against its partially stripped skeleton. The banshee finally seemed to regain a little colour to his dehydrated skin.
His head slowly turned towards Quinne, backing away slightly. His mouth opened and shut wordlessly as if he were trying to remember how to speak "fafffa.... fahh.. familiar" he rasped quietly, pointing a claw towards the vampire.
Rook — 10/22/2020
Once he was finished, Quinne sat up a little straighter from the slumped position he took. It was quiet otherwise, so he deemed it safe enough to have to be too vigilant. Morgue spoke up after, and the vampire nodded. "Yes, butcher shop in Eileadora. How did you wind up here? Did someone bring you?" Inwardly, he hoped Morgue wasn't the only one, but there were a couple of people from the place he did miss.
"No one's given you a decent meal since, I see. You should be careful about hunting out here, especially if the guards deem you a threat." Quinne pointed out, resting his gloved hands to his knees.
Degu — 10/22/2020
Morgue's poor stitched up face wasn't smiling these days, he just went still like an inanimate object for a while...swaying at even the slightest breeze. "I..." he started slowly, voice rattling "I ...I don't know. I was...I was there... and now I am here. Is this not...there? I-I left the crypt. I walked for a long time" he rambled, hardly making any sense.
"Threat... more guards here...? Can't escape them- can't..." and then perhaps unfortunately he latched onto the nearest thing that he could consider safe. He crawled in a crouch towards Quinne and if the vampire didn't back away he'd fasten his skeletal arms around his legs and hide his face against one of Quinne's thighs as if seeking comfort. A choke would escape him, body trembling at how overwhelming it was to make social contact for the first time in....how long had it been for him?
Rook — 10/22/2020
"You are far from there, yes, but perhaps for the best. I have seen that many people have left, too." Some to Guildereim, but where else was one to really go? Perhaps there, if they found the place. "There are not like the guards from Eileadora. One might give you trouble, but I feel he is easy to avoid."
Hopefully.
There'd be no backing away, but the vampire wasn't going to deny someone sick, emaciated and stressed any manner of comfort. He was distant, sure, but not cruel. "You desperately need some proper care." He said, moving a hand from his knee to the back of Morgue's head. "There is a bathhouse that one can rent, though I don't think any of the stores are open so getting you an outfit might be difficult." Though he figured they could just borrow bathrobes from the bathhouse if need be.
Degu — 10/22/2020
Morgue was unfortunately dampening poor Quinnes trousers with his blood soaked hair, they'd probably both need a bath after this odd embrace. The banshee tilted his head back "I-i - .." he still seemed to struggle to put much into words, rasping softly with each failed whisper.
He rose up to stand "bathhouse..." was all he said when he finally spoke, silently trying to remember when he last felt clean. A clawed hand reached out to grip Quinne's wrist maybe a little too tight, holding onto him for dear life.
Rook — 10/22/2020
"Take it slow, if you need." Quinne suggested, and he stood when able, assuming he could wait until later for hunting. "Yes, bathhouse." His wrist was captured, though he did nothing to pull free and started to lead him on the way. "We never got to talk last time I saw you, but it was a strange time." Morgue reminded him of the wendigo, so he had made a point to avoid him.
"You are lucky to be here, there are many from Eileadora. I don't know if you met them prior, but they are here to offer a sense of community. Ganu has a Clan for non-humans, if you are interested."
Degu — 10/22/2020
Morgue followed along, unsteady on his long skinny legs that had lost all that thick musculature he'd once had. It was hard to tell he was even a half-elf, he'd lost most of his features to starvation. He twitched, cold frost following his feet as he walked. The aura of dread around him would not affect Quinne, not a fellow undead, but it might be a problem if they walked into a crowd. "I shouldn't- I'm bad- I'm so bad" he rasped with a weak voice, long since he'd spoken.
"C-clan- I'm too dangerous- I -I will hurt someone" he worried as he dragged his body along.
Rook — 10/22/2020
"It is up to you, it's not a requirement for staying here. You could just go to them for assistance until you are properly on your feet." Quinne suggested instead, since he seemed worried about it. He'd pay for the entry to the bathhouse, selecting a section where Morgue could have some privacy. "I will get you some robes, there should be soap and shampoo available." He'd make sure no one would ask questions, too, but eventually returned with everything the man needed.
Degu — 10/22/2020
Morgue wandered into the bathhouse and snapped at anyone that got too close, sniffing at them like a damned animal "I'm so hungry- they shouldn't get close" even after eating the deer he seemed to be starving. When Quinne left him alone with the water he nervously dipped a toe in and shrieked, running away before crawling back on his hands and knees to nervously swipe his hand at it.
"Warm- it's warm" he'd forgotten how warm a bath could be. His body was so cold that it was unpleasant at first. He kept trying to stick his arm in and shuddering but eventually he started to awkwardly (comically) stick a leg in too, climbing in gradually over the side "Warm!"
Rook — 10/23/2020
"We'll deal with that later." Quinne made sure to warn the staff, but he wouldn't outright tell them away. Chalk it up to social anxiety! Poor Morgue had an issue with the water at first, but eventually, in he went. "Good and warm, yes? Do you like certain soaps?" Once Morgue was settled, the vampire would get his clothes dealt with. Probably cleaned, if they could be salvaged. Otherwise, they'd find themselves in a garbage. The robes would have to do for now.
Degu — 10/23/2020
Morgue nodded when he was asked if the warm was good, it hadn't felt it at first but as his cold body burned and adjusted it started to feel better. When asked about certain soaps he tilted his head and moved over to sniff at the air. "I-I don't know. You pick...? you...you pick..." he whispered, running a hand over his face as if being given a choice to pick something made him a little afraid. There was a lot of damage, more so now than before. Sadly his clothes were in rags, they weren't salvageable...just the barest remainders of old trousers..he'd had no shoes, no shirt to speak of anymore.
"I shouldn't be here, there are people" he whispered and sank down in the bath "I should go back to the forest"
Rook — 10/23/2020
"Let's see.." Quinne went through the various soaps, but went for something simple: sandlewood. Something earthy seemed fitting for the banshee, though the vampire preferred less floral things himself. "Here." He said, setting the soap down nearby. "You will be fine. The people here are mostly like us, and it might be safer for you here than the forests. However, there are many forest homes, you could even get a nice roof over your head away from the city too."
Degu — 10/24/2020
Morgue reached for the soap once it was set down, getting his claws stuck in it at first with a gasp before wetting it in the water and slowly rubbing it over himself. He sniffed at the suds and then sagged and let out a restrained sob. It'd been so long, just remembering how his life had been once was hard for him.
He refused to take off the dirty old blindfold so he soaped that up too along with his hair, gradually remembering how to do these things. "I don't have any money to give... I must go back to the forest."
Rook — 10/24/2020
Quinne was certainly polite enough not to sit and watch, but he played sentry at the door instead. He'd removed his spear at that point, cleaning the obsidian head free of dirt. "Well, it is your choice. I am only offering better options." Morgue seemed determined to live in the forest, so the vampire decided to let him have that. "I will get you new clothes nonetheless, so you can be decent out there." Until those clothes got ruined, anyway!
Degu — 10/24/2020
Morgue just nodded quietly, he wasn't in his right mind to understand. All he knew was that he had no money and nothing left to offer for warmth. "Thank...thank you.." he washed his hair in relative silence, the filth practically turning the water brown and red as he did so. Finally clean he stepped out of the bath and sat on the floor trying to squeeze the water out of his hair with his hands. He shivered subtly, smiling emptily up at Quinne as he hugged his bony knees to his chest and waited for the clothes he'd been promised.
Rook — 10/24/2020
Once he was finished did Quinne offer the robes, alongside towels. "You're welcome. It is not much as far as clothes go, but I can grab you an outfit elsewhere before you leave." Old clothes of his that didn't quite fit anymore. "I'm not sure if there's anywhere safe out there that you can sleep, but I figure you can find something." Maybe an abandoned cottage if anything, it seemed to work for the former necromancer. "Do you want anything else? Perhaps a comb?"
Degu — 10/24/2020
"Find something" he echoed softly, pulling on the robes and clutching their warmth to his body. He shuffled along too close to Quinne, practically clinging to his back and ignoring any personal space as he followed. "Comb.." was all he repeated, it seemed it was up to Quinne to figure out what that meant as the socially inept banshee stuck to him like a lost puppy.
Rook — 10/24/2020
Quinne headed for his home, mentioning the bath that was just used to need a thorough cleaning. Probably not necessary, but he wanted to be polite. Along the way, he'd find a place to discard of the old clothes and eventually wound up at his front door. The clinginess had caused him to bristle at first, but he eventually relented. "Must be quiet, everyone else is sleeping." Once inside, the vampire left him with a pitcher of water and what remained of the dried meat. Provided the banshee allowed him a bit more space for the moment.
Wight ignored the visitor for the most part, but kept his head pointed in Morgue's direction.
Quinne was only gone a moment, returning with a dress shirt, pants and a pair of worn shoes. A brush and comb was tucked in the folds and he'd gesture for Morgue to sit.
Degu — 10/24/2020
Animals were terrified of Morgue due to his aura of dread, but perhaps unusual creatures like Wight were less likely to be affected in the same way undead were rarely affected by him. He drank heavily once Quinne parted from him, tearing into the dried meat only to pause and turn his head towards Wight. He tilted his head down towards the dried meat and then held out a hand towards the creature with a stick of jerky held between his fingers "Hello..." he whispered and shifted a little closer, sitting down on the floor on his way towards Wight as he was told to sit. Quinne probably meant in a chair but uh... chairs were a luxury most didn't really think about, Morgue hadn't used a chair much in the last few years.
Rook — 10/24/2020
Wight finally lifted his oddly-shaped head when Morgue moved closer and offered a chunk of jerky, which he reached for with one of his clawed hands. Instead of outright grabbing it, the cryptid merely held his hand out, palm up, and trilled at him.
"Wight is my familiar." Quinne said, as he set the clothes near Morgue and he'd unbutton the shirt. "These should fit you, but I don't know for sure." They'd be loose, for sure, given the banshee had little body fat on him. "Let me know how they feel."
Degu — 10/24/2020
Morgue put the jerky down in its hand and smiled, trilling back in the same way by mimicking what he'd heard. He touched the hand he put the jerky in curiously before pulling his hand away.
Morgue rose up to pull the clothes on. Shirt first he choked out a shaky sob as he felt clothes on his skin for the first time in many years. Ice formed on the windows nearby and the air became piercingly cold, enough that their breaths would be visible in the air. It lasted for the duration of the banshee pulling on the last of these clothes. "...Feels... so warm" he whispered strangely and touched at the fabric. "I used to have clothes." he remembered "I had... red... I had red clothes"
Rook — 10/24/2020
Wight trilled again, only to slip the jerky in the middle of the petals of his face and tore it all apart with the hidden teeth lining the insides. Once it was finished, he laid back down and 'watched'.
"Good, it should hopefully last you a while. I've made sure that the seams were double stitched incase of the risk of damage." Quinne went through a lot, and having replace clothes a lot was not that fun. "Is that so? Well, I apologize that they're a little darker. The dark blue will do good to keep you hidden during the night, though I'm quite fond of black." Plus, slacks looked better in black. "What all do you recall so far?"
Degu — 10/24/2020
Morgue touched the clothes "Are they dark?" he couldn't tell but he seemed to be imagining it now quietly. "Recall...?" he seemed confused "I have- I have no forgotten..." he stood there with his head hanging as if he had no strength to lift it, thank goodness Quinne was used to strange people because Morgue looked especially unsettling with damp hair draped across his gaunt features.
"I remember lots of things. Bad things. So many bad things." he stepped towards Quinne and reached out to nervously touch him on the shoulder "Thank you." it seemed like farewell, he didn't want to overstay his welcome.
Rook — 10/24/2020
"Oh, right, yes." Quinne said, though he patted him on the shoulder sympathetically. "It'll come back to you, I'm sure, once you're back in proper health." The turn from man to monstrosity was probably the reason, he figured. He opened up the door, just as Morgue touched him. "I am sorry. Hopefully, things will be better now. I will walk you to the forests, but I think you should consider my suggestion. Find a home, keep yourself safe. This place is new to you, and things might be strange for a while." Plus, strangers. "Arron and I work at the butcher shop, so you are free to come over if you need food."
Degu — 10/24/2020
"Find a home.... any home...?" he asked quietly.
"Butchers... meat? You were at a butchers before." He recalled and turned around to wave subtly to Wight before moving on towards the door. "Find a home..." he said thoughtfully as he headed towards the door "I will try to find"
Rook — 10/24/2020
"Yes, there are a few houses untouched, people afraid of the woods. Of course, they are in need of repair, which you could ask someone to help with if you have no knack for it yourself." Wight had waved back, only to wander back upstairs to sleep next to the kids' room.
"It would be better than sleeping outside, and you could store things without worrying about anyone bothering you while you ate." Like supe-racists! "I did work at the butcher's shop in Eileadora, it...sort of works for me. Plus, I need the money until my House gets going."
Degu — 10/26/2020
Morgue smiled broadly as Wight waved back at him, seeming overly happy about it to the point that he almost looked giddy! he followed Wight's movements to the kids rooms and then noticed their auras. He sniffed at the air like a wolf that had strayed dangerously close to camp. Food? Quinne distracted him "I will try to find the shop. I will try to find an abandoned home tonight!" he said and moved out the door, waving back at Quinne and almost tripping over as his new pants fell half down. He wasn't even meaty enough for a belt to keep them on his hips so he'd need to find a new rope or something to tie them on until he put some weight on. He picked them back up and walked towards the forest with staggering, unsettling steps.
Rook — 10/26/2020
An oversight on his part, though the banshee had been given a sharp look when he sniffed the air. "Mind your pants, should've gotten a belt." Oops. As Morgue walked, Quinne kept to his promise of walking him to the forest while keeping an eye out for anyone patrolling. "Good, I imagine you're in dire need of a good, uninterrupted rest." Once they got to the edge of the forest, the vampire paused. "Well, I will see you come tomorrow night, I'm sure." He would've gone hunting, but didn't want to risk getting caught out in the sunlight.
As he did on a near regular basis, Quinne had gone hunting by himself. The kids were left in the care of Zaff, though the lot of them were possibly sleeping and he didn't want to risk waking them up by getting restless and working somewhere in the house. Painting didn't satisfy, but he'd done a lot of that lately for small amounts of added funds when not working for the butcher's shop.
He brought along a few arrows, and his spear, deciding on getting a deer home for the sake of packing their enchanted chest with a good amount of meat to last a while. He wasn't sure how the winter months worked on the isle, but wanted to prepare for possible slim pickings. Wight didn't follow him, but Quinne felt safer with him watching the house as everyone slept.
He wore dark colors, blending in well enough, though the glow of his eyes wasn't so easily masked.
Degu — 10/22/2020
As Quinne progressed further into the forest, the deeper and darker it got. All seemed as normal in the night until a blanket of silence washed over the area he was in. The silence in the forest was smothering and oppressive without warning, a cloud of dread seemed to choke the area. For a forest full of magical beings it stood out like a sore thumb that even the crickets had gone silent.
Then the silence broke. The shriek of a stag, clomping hooves snapping branches and tearing through ivy came hurtling towards Quinne. When the beast came into view its eyes, shining in the moonlight, swivelled fearfully as it bounded for freedom, the smell of blood on the air as dark liquid glistened on its torn throat.
Rook — 10/22/2020
It was certainly strange, and Quinne paused at times to try to listen in for anything normal people might miss. Silence instead was what he gained. Atleast, until the stag bleated in panic and came charging at him. He managed to avoid being trampled in time, but instead of bothering with his bow, he threw his spear in the direction of the stag's head. Maybe it'd be enough to kill it and send it down before it attracted unwanted attention, but he wasn't holding his breath.
It was only until after the spear was thrown that he pulled his bow free from his torso, readying it incase he had to deal with the animal's other hunter. He moved to a tree, standing as still as he could against the trunk, waiting.
Degu — 10/22/2020
The stag just happened to weave and change direction as the spear grazed its cheek. The trees above Quinne rustled and a dark humanoid shape shot by at speed, leaping from tree trunk to tree trunk. It launched itself, not at Quinne but down at the deer. It landed, scrambling for purchase on the beast before tearing it down to the ground with a piercing shriek. It tore through the beasts throat even as it still struggled for freedom, tearing at it with its teeth even as the beast kicked at it and gasped.
The battle was ugly but the creature lost conciousness from the blood loss rapidly and finally the hunched monster feasted. Its hair was long and greasy, skin pale and greyed.. emaciated, scarred and starved, it ate ravenously, tearing meat from the beasts neck without discrimination. The only thing that might look familiar was the blindfold...dirty, old...but still showing that same symbol. It seemed to have no muscle tone left, no meat on his bones... he was practically skeletal and his teeth much longer as they ripped through the poor animal.
Rook — 10/22/2020
Quinne couldn't help but watch the morbid scene, a bit let down he didn't get the deer first, but there were plenty more about. He set the arrow back in his quiver and moved off to the side, seeking to grab his spear. Morgue was somewhat familiar, atleast as far as scent and the blindfold went.
"Long way from...home." The vampire couldn't recall if the man had been talkative before, but it had been a long time since then. He remained a good couple feet away, not keen on appearing as if he intended to get between Morg and the dead deer.
Degu — 10/22/2020
Morgue surged the moment Quinne came closer to reclaim his spear in the ground nearby. He opened his mouth wide, jaw dislocating horribly with a monstrous hiss before running back over to his meal and mounting protectively onto it as he chewed its head clean off, the horrible crunching of bones between his teeth was deafening among the silence.
As he ate, he seemed to slow down, maybe even calm down a little. Greasy hair was drenched with blood and the beasts ribcage was wide open now, the banshee practically inside of it and snapping up organs in his teeth.
Rook — 10/22/2020
He made a point of ignoring the deer altogether, but kept an eye out for anyone (or thing) instead. Last thing he wanted was Marc or, dare he be cursed, Harpur showing up to the scene. He strapped the spear back in place.
"Hm." He hummed, finding a spot to properly sit that wasn't outright on the ground. A stump would do, since he was keen on seeing if the banshee would be able to speak once he was done gorging himself on the stag.
Degu — 10/22/2020
Morgue ate hungrily and in relative silence. As long as Quinne stayed at a distance he was going to be no trouble. For a moment after he'd finished with very little left of the deer itself, he simply rested there against its partially stripped skeleton. The banshee finally seemed to regain a little colour to his dehydrated skin.
His head slowly turned towards Quinne, backing away slightly. His mouth opened and shut wordlessly as if he were trying to remember how to speak "fafffa.... fahh.. familiar" he rasped quietly, pointing a claw towards the vampire.
Rook — 10/22/2020
Once he was finished, Quinne sat up a little straighter from the slumped position he took. It was quiet otherwise, so he deemed it safe enough to have to be too vigilant. Morgue spoke up after, and the vampire nodded. "Yes, butcher shop in Eileadora. How did you wind up here? Did someone bring you?" Inwardly, he hoped Morgue wasn't the only one, but there were a couple of people from the place he did miss.
"No one's given you a decent meal since, I see. You should be careful about hunting out here, especially if the guards deem you a threat." Quinne pointed out, resting his gloved hands to his knees.
Degu — 10/22/2020
Morgue's poor stitched up face wasn't smiling these days, he just went still like an inanimate object for a while...swaying at even the slightest breeze. "I..." he started slowly, voice rattling "I ...I don't know. I was...I was there... and now I am here. Is this not...there? I-I left the crypt. I walked for a long time" he rambled, hardly making any sense.
"Threat... more guards here...? Can't escape them- can't..." and then perhaps unfortunately he latched onto the nearest thing that he could consider safe. He crawled in a crouch towards Quinne and if the vampire didn't back away he'd fasten his skeletal arms around his legs and hide his face against one of Quinne's thighs as if seeking comfort. A choke would escape him, body trembling at how overwhelming it was to make social contact for the first time in....how long had it been for him?
Rook — 10/22/2020
"You are far from there, yes, but perhaps for the best. I have seen that many people have left, too." Some to Guildereim, but where else was one to really go? Perhaps there, if they found the place. "There are not like the guards from Eileadora. One might give you trouble, but I feel he is easy to avoid."
Hopefully.
There'd be no backing away, but the vampire wasn't going to deny someone sick, emaciated and stressed any manner of comfort. He was distant, sure, but not cruel. "You desperately need some proper care." He said, moving a hand from his knee to the back of Morgue's head. "There is a bathhouse that one can rent, though I don't think any of the stores are open so getting you an outfit might be difficult." Though he figured they could just borrow bathrobes from the bathhouse if need be.
Degu — 10/22/2020
Morgue was unfortunately dampening poor Quinnes trousers with his blood soaked hair, they'd probably both need a bath after this odd embrace. The banshee tilted his head back "I-i - .." he still seemed to struggle to put much into words, rasping softly with each failed whisper.
He rose up to stand "bathhouse..." was all he said when he finally spoke, silently trying to remember when he last felt clean. A clawed hand reached out to grip Quinne's wrist maybe a little too tight, holding onto him for dear life.
Rook — 10/22/2020
"Take it slow, if you need." Quinne suggested, and he stood when able, assuming he could wait until later for hunting. "Yes, bathhouse." His wrist was captured, though he did nothing to pull free and started to lead him on the way. "We never got to talk last time I saw you, but it was a strange time." Morgue reminded him of the wendigo, so he had made a point to avoid him.
"You are lucky to be here, there are many from Eileadora. I don't know if you met them prior, but they are here to offer a sense of community. Ganu has a Clan for non-humans, if you are interested."
Degu — 10/22/2020
Morgue followed along, unsteady on his long skinny legs that had lost all that thick musculature he'd once had. It was hard to tell he was even a half-elf, he'd lost most of his features to starvation. He twitched, cold frost following his feet as he walked. The aura of dread around him would not affect Quinne, not a fellow undead, but it might be a problem if they walked into a crowd. "I shouldn't- I'm bad- I'm so bad" he rasped with a weak voice, long since he'd spoken.
"C-clan- I'm too dangerous- I -I will hurt someone" he worried as he dragged his body along.
Rook — 10/22/2020
"It is up to you, it's not a requirement for staying here. You could just go to them for assistance until you are properly on your feet." Quinne suggested instead, since he seemed worried about it. He'd pay for the entry to the bathhouse, selecting a section where Morgue could have some privacy. "I will get you some robes, there should be soap and shampoo available." He'd make sure no one would ask questions, too, but eventually returned with everything the man needed.
Degu — 10/22/2020
Morgue wandered into the bathhouse and snapped at anyone that got too close, sniffing at them like a damned animal "I'm so hungry- they shouldn't get close" even after eating the deer he seemed to be starving. When Quinne left him alone with the water he nervously dipped a toe in and shrieked, running away before crawling back on his hands and knees to nervously swipe his hand at it.
"Warm- it's warm" he'd forgotten how warm a bath could be. His body was so cold that it was unpleasant at first. He kept trying to stick his arm in and shuddering but eventually he started to awkwardly (comically) stick a leg in too, climbing in gradually over the side "Warm!"
Rook — 10/23/2020
"We'll deal with that later." Quinne made sure to warn the staff, but he wouldn't outright tell them away. Chalk it up to social anxiety! Poor Morgue had an issue with the water at first, but eventually, in he went. "Good and warm, yes? Do you like certain soaps?" Once Morgue was settled, the vampire would get his clothes dealt with. Probably cleaned, if they could be salvaged. Otherwise, they'd find themselves in a garbage. The robes would have to do for now.
Degu — 10/23/2020
Morgue nodded when he was asked if the warm was good, it hadn't felt it at first but as his cold body burned and adjusted it started to feel better. When asked about certain soaps he tilted his head and moved over to sniff at the air. "I-I don't know. You pick...? you...you pick..." he whispered, running a hand over his face as if being given a choice to pick something made him a little afraid. There was a lot of damage, more so now than before. Sadly his clothes were in rags, they weren't salvageable...just the barest remainders of old trousers..he'd had no shoes, no shirt to speak of anymore.
"I shouldn't be here, there are people" he whispered and sank down in the bath "I should go back to the forest"
Rook — 10/23/2020
"Let's see.." Quinne went through the various soaps, but went for something simple: sandlewood. Something earthy seemed fitting for the banshee, though the vampire preferred less floral things himself. "Here." He said, setting the soap down nearby. "You will be fine. The people here are mostly like us, and it might be safer for you here than the forests. However, there are many forest homes, you could even get a nice roof over your head away from the city too."
Degu — 10/24/2020
Morgue reached for the soap once it was set down, getting his claws stuck in it at first with a gasp before wetting it in the water and slowly rubbing it over himself. He sniffed at the suds and then sagged and let out a restrained sob. It'd been so long, just remembering how his life had been once was hard for him.
He refused to take off the dirty old blindfold so he soaped that up too along with his hair, gradually remembering how to do these things. "I don't have any money to give... I must go back to the forest."
Rook — 10/24/2020
Quinne was certainly polite enough not to sit and watch, but he played sentry at the door instead. He'd removed his spear at that point, cleaning the obsidian head free of dirt. "Well, it is your choice. I am only offering better options." Morgue seemed determined to live in the forest, so the vampire decided to let him have that. "I will get you new clothes nonetheless, so you can be decent out there." Until those clothes got ruined, anyway!
Degu — 10/24/2020
Morgue just nodded quietly, he wasn't in his right mind to understand. All he knew was that he had no money and nothing left to offer for warmth. "Thank...thank you.." he washed his hair in relative silence, the filth practically turning the water brown and red as he did so. Finally clean he stepped out of the bath and sat on the floor trying to squeeze the water out of his hair with his hands. He shivered subtly, smiling emptily up at Quinne as he hugged his bony knees to his chest and waited for the clothes he'd been promised.
Rook — 10/24/2020
Once he was finished did Quinne offer the robes, alongside towels. "You're welcome. It is not much as far as clothes go, but I can grab you an outfit elsewhere before you leave." Old clothes of his that didn't quite fit anymore. "I'm not sure if there's anywhere safe out there that you can sleep, but I figure you can find something." Maybe an abandoned cottage if anything, it seemed to work for the former necromancer. "Do you want anything else? Perhaps a comb?"
Degu — 10/24/2020
"Find something" he echoed softly, pulling on the robes and clutching their warmth to his body. He shuffled along too close to Quinne, practically clinging to his back and ignoring any personal space as he followed. "Comb.." was all he repeated, it seemed it was up to Quinne to figure out what that meant as the socially inept banshee stuck to him like a lost puppy.
Rook — 10/24/2020
Quinne headed for his home, mentioning the bath that was just used to need a thorough cleaning. Probably not necessary, but he wanted to be polite. Along the way, he'd find a place to discard of the old clothes and eventually wound up at his front door. The clinginess had caused him to bristle at first, but he eventually relented. "Must be quiet, everyone else is sleeping." Once inside, the vampire left him with a pitcher of water and what remained of the dried meat. Provided the banshee allowed him a bit more space for the moment.
Wight ignored the visitor for the most part, but kept his head pointed in Morgue's direction.
Quinne was only gone a moment, returning with a dress shirt, pants and a pair of worn shoes. A brush and comb was tucked in the folds and he'd gesture for Morgue to sit.
Degu — 10/24/2020
Animals were terrified of Morgue due to his aura of dread, but perhaps unusual creatures like Wight were less likely to be affected in the same way undead were rarely affected by him. He drank heavily once Quinne parted from him, tearing into the dried meat only to pause and turn his head towards Wight. He tilted his head down towards the dried meat and then held out a hand towards the creature with a stick of jerky held between his fingers "Hello..." he whispered and shifted a little closer, sitting down on the floor on his way towards Wight as he was told to sit. Quinne probably meant in a chair but uh... chairs were a luxury most didn't really think about, Morgue hadn't used a chair much in the last few years.
Rook — 10/24/2020
Wight finally lifted his oddly-shaped head when Morgue moved closer and offered a chunk of jerky, which he reached for with one of his clawed hands. Instead of outright grabbing it, the cryptid merely held his hand out, palm up, and trilled at him.
"Wight is my familiar." Quinne said, as he set the clothes near Morgue and he'd unbutton the shirt. "These should fit you, but I don't know for sure." They'd be loose, for sure, given the banshee had little body fat on him. "Let me know how they feel."
Degu — 10/24/2020
Morgue put the jerky down in its hand and smiled, trilling back in the same way by mimicking what he'd heard. He touched the hand he put the jerky in curiously before pulling his hand away.
Morgue rose up to pull the clothes on. Shirt first he choked out a shaky sob as he felt clothes on his skin for the first time in many years. Ice formed on the windows nearby and the air became piercingly cold, enough that their breaths would be visible in the air. It lasted for the duration of the banshee pulling on the last of these clothes. "...Feels... so warm" he whispered strangely and touched at the fabric. "I used to have clothes." he remembered "I had... red... I had red clothes"
Rook — 10/24/2020
Wight trilled again, only to slip the jerky in the middle of the petals of his face and tore it all apart with the hidden teeth lining the insides. Once it was finished, he laid back down and 'watched'.
"Good, it should hopefully last you a while. I've made sure that the seams were double stitched incase of the risk of damage." Quinne went through a lot, and having replace clothes a lot was not that fun. "Is that so? Well, I apologize that they're a little darker. The dark blue will do good to keep you hidden during the night, though I'm quite fond of black." Plus, slacks looked better in black. "What all do you recall so far?"
Degu — 10/24/2020
Morgue touched the clothes "Are they dark?" he couldn't tell but he seemed to be imagining it now quietly. "Recall...?" he seemed confused "I have- I have no forgotten..." he stood there with his head hanging as if he had no strength to lift it, thank goodness Quinne was used to strange people because Morgue looked especially unsettling with damp hair draped across his gaunt features.
"I remember lots of things. Bad things. So many bad things." he stepped towards Quinne and reached out to nervously touch him on the shoulder "Thank you." it seemed like farewell, he didn't want to overstay his welcome.
Rook — 10/24/2020
"Oh, right, yes." Quinne said, though he patted him on the shoulder sympathetically. "It'll come back to you, I'm sure, once you're back in proper health." The turn from man to monstrosity was probably the reason, he figured. He opened up the door, just as Morgue touched him. "I am sorry. Hopefully, things will be better now. I will walk you to the forests, but I think you should consider my suggestion. Find a home, keep yourself safe. This place is new to you, and things might be strange for a while." Plus, strangers. "Arron and I work at the butcher shop, so you are free to come over if you need food."
Degu — 10/24/2020
"Find a home.... any home...?" he asked quietly.
"Butchers... meat? You were at a butchers before." He recalled and turned around to wave subtly to Wight before moving on towards the door. "Find a home..." he said thoughtfully as he headed towards the door "I will try to find"
Rook — 10/24/2020
"Yes, there are a few houses untouched, people afraid of the woods. Of course, they are in need of repair, which you could ask someone to help with if you have no knack for it yourself." Wight had waved back, only to wander back upstairs to sleep next to the kids' room.
"It would be better than sleeping outside, and you could store things without worrying about anyone bothering you while you ate." Like supe-racists! "I did work at the butcher's shop in Eileadora, it...sort of works for me. Plus, I need the money until my House gets going."
Degu — 10/26/2020
Morgue smiled broadly as Wight waved back at him, seeming overly happy about it to the point that he almost looked giddy! he followed Wight's movements to the kids rooms and then noticed their auras. He sniffed at the air like a wolf that had strayed dangerously close to camp. Food? Quinne distracted him "I will try to find the shop. I will try to find an abandoned home tonight!" he said and moved out the door, waving back at Quinne and almost tripping over as his new pants fell half down. He wasn't even meaty enough for a belt to keep them on his hips so he'd need to find a new rope or something to tie them on until he put some weight on. He picked them back up and walked towards the forest with staggering, unsettling steps.
Rook — 10/26/2020
An oversight on his part, though the banshee had been given a sharp look when he sniffed the air. "Mind your pants, should've gotten a belt." Oops. As Morgue walked, Quinne kept to his promise of walking him to the forest while keeping an eye out for anyone patrolling. "Good, I imagine you're in dire need of a good, uninterrupted rest." Once they got to the edge of the forest, the vampire paused. "Well, I will see you come tomorrow night, I'm sure." He would've gone hunting, but didn't want to risk getting caught out in the sunlight.
