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Sera Brenden drops onto his couch with a soft grunt, her eyes squinting shut in pain, gripping her wound with both hands. She doesn't make a sound, just pants hard but silently. At the touch, her pain is alleviated ever so slightly, and her eyes open to slits. She looks over at him. "What...are you...?" Her head tilts back, still in pain. Now that she's not on the street before a Technocrat, her agony overwhelms her. Happily, she doesn't shriek or groan--she just writhes weakly.
“ "I...." he struggles to keep his concentration on imparting his tattoo to her "Am...just..a...man" he said as he continues healing her. (rolling arete) ”
Sera Brenden gives another soft pant, the pain easing again for a moment before it swells over her again like nausea, though decreased. She murmurs. "...you...don't have to...lie." She takes a deep breath so she can say this all at once: "I think I'm like you."
“ Vespasian shrugs off her comment "That wouldn't be unusual" he said as he keeps concentrating. "But like I said, I'm just a man. I'm human like you." (rolling Arete) ”
Sera Brenden sighs softly, relaxing her whole body. She just lays still for the moment, a little overwhelmed by her experience. "Of course." She turns her head to look at Vespasian. "...thank you." Her voice is quiet, her cheeks and ears turning red at the moment, as she only makes eye contact for a second before turning her gaze to the ground.
“ "You're welcome" he said as he grimaced. The tribal designs warped back from her over her skin, and back to his skin. He held his shoulder where the tattoo was located and fell back onto his rear. Tribal designs spread across his face and arms, healing his bruises and bullet wounds. He looked quite fearsome in this form. "Just glad that the paradox didn't get me" he said as he looked around, or rather tried, and grimaced in pain as the tattoo made him extremely sensitive to pain. "Come to think of it, you saw me do that stuff...why aren't I in quiet?" he asked himself. ”
Sera Brenden sits up a little bit, sighing as she watches his tattoos wander over his skin. "My god, you're much better than I am." She sounds disappointed in herself. "...quiet?" She hesitates, looking humiliated at her ignorance. "...I...don't know."
“ "This isn't me" he smiled a little chuckling before grimacing as it hurt "this is my mother's talent...not mine. Mine is nothing compared to hers." he shook his head "she just cares a lot for me is all." he said as he gripped his tattoo self-consciously "and don't let it get you down. You're probably going to just be a late bloomer." he said as he stood up perilously "you know, you didn't have a dramatic awakening and so you're prolly going to be one of those rare 'stable' mages I keep hearing about" he laughed a little at himself. ”
Sera Brenden stares at him for a second. She doesn't have much confidence in herself. "...still. Thank you. For stopping him, for helping me." Her cheeks and ears remain red as she looks away. "I...ah..." She hesitates, glancing up for only a second. "I am not very good at what I do. Your...mother helped you?" She seems keen on the knowledge. She doesn't have much of a mentor. Her need to know shines in her serious eyes.
“ "Not really helped me...more like branded me." he laughed as the tribal designs stopped dancing around him and retreated back into the pentacle from which they issued. "I developed my abilities on my own...but she installed this tattoo on me to save me from....certain people like the one we fought there." he said as he remember what she had said "oh and you're welcome for helping you, no worries there. If I didn't then I'd be screwed as well." he said as he sat down in a beanbag. ”
Sera Brenden stares at him, as though trying to figure him out. "Coffee-shop was a dreadful idea. We should go to your place." This, with as much humor as the serious young woman can muster. She even smiles faintly for it. "But, wait--how would you be screwed for not helping ,e?"
“ Vespasian cracked a smile "true enough, but the laundromat was a horrid mess. I shant suggest you going there again." he smirked playing her wit game. "because then one day I'd find you maybe shooting at me." he said seriously. ”
Sera Brenden slants her eyebrows back. "I would never." She says so with a strength supported by the confidence of her belief in her self. "I...I'm not sure why they hunt us, but I would never become one of them." She doesn't seem a particularly violent person, but very...righteous. She looks down at her bloodied hand with a sigh.
“ Vespasian admires her resolve "I'm sure you wouldn't but I'm not so sure you have a choice once they get their hands on you." he said as he offered her a hand washing basin "here, wash up. Or you can go shower if you want." he said as he stretched out a hand. "Just throw your clothes out next to the door and I'll have them ready for you when you're done." he said as he cracked his knuckles. ”
Sera Brenden sniffs softly, washing her hands. "I can shower when I get home." Once her hand is clean, she sits up, and looks at him, her expression serious and sincere. "Are you feeling alright? Doing well?"
“ "Nothing I'm not used to" he said shrugging "And I would recommend laying low for a couple of hours. Generally those goons have more on the way, and I don't want you to run into them without any protection. Just trust me." he said as he splashed his face in the water basin and started washing the blood off his face. ”
Sera Brenden frowns deeply. "Would you mind me staying?" She feels...awkward, imposing upon a stranger, and the whole of her body language expresses that sentiment as she sits--so reserved--on his couch, her hands folding neatly in her lap as she looks up at him.
“ "Uhm, well we just met and our one outing we wanted to do was interrupted by an attack on our lives....I'm pretty sure after showing you my abilities that I wouldn't mind you staying especially if its for your safety. I wouldn't want anyone to be caught by those people...not even my worst enemies." he said softly. "just make yourself at home." ”
Sera Brenden fidgets, looking aside at whatever it is that might be around her. "Very well." She finally looks back to him, a faint, shy smile on her face. "I'm sorry. I should have suggested the fantastic Chinese place with the live fish and the great crab rangoon."
“ "Well nothing we can do about that now is there?" he feigns frustration "You might as well shower, get cleaned up and relaxed. I'll order us some chinese take out and we can bunker up for just a bit then if you feel safe going home I can walk you back." he said as he reached for his cell phone. "Now go, shoo and relax in a hot shower. Leave your clothes outside the door so I can clean them" he said as he dialed a number. ”
Sera Brenden hesitates, then stands, and wanders down his hall to find his bathroom. She is a little ridiculously trusting, so, once she finds the bathroom, she strips and folds her clothes neatly to place them outside the door. She'll take about twenty minutes to shower, enjoying the water and being alive with quiet sighs.