Revenant // Attire // Hex: #800000
Scarlet accepted the woman’s handshake, returning a rather oddly strong and firm handshake, far more so than one would expect coming from someone of her stature. Darcy Lewis, committing the name to memory, if she’d need it for future reference. “Pleasure to meet you, Darcy Lewis.” Scarlet said with the faintest of smiles before it quickly faded as she looked around at all the people in the streets. Many of they were slowly being tended to for their wounds, or were helping tend to other people’s wounds as there was only so much one doctor could do for this many people. Thankfully, the number of people that had been injured had been minimized, but there were still too many people than she would have liked with wounds, even if they were minor.
It didn’t matter how many people she had seen be killed or wounded over the years, the small pit that always formed in her stomach never ceased to make itself known. No matter how much death, decay, and rot she witnessed, it never made it any easier to see. Only trying to put on a brave face and accept the harsh reality of the world they lived in helped her press on, as well as what she had seen in all of her years, some of the worst humanity had to offer managed to always make her stay in her head. Snapping her head to the side as the man that she had seen Darcy scanning over earlier introduced himself as David Arthurs. “Good to meet you as well, David. Good to know there were...more capable people in town today.” she said with a small nod. Seeing how he was too another revenant had caused both a small bit of concern as well as relief to form in her gut. Just how many others were in this town? But if it hadn’t been for however many were here, things may have ended all too differently.
Scarlet looked back at the woman as she asked if Scarlet was okay. She hadn’t really put much of her thought into her own wound, as she was used to getting hurt, as well as learning to just ignore the pain and let it just heal itself over time, revenants did heal faster than the normal person, but this wound would take at least a week or two to fully heal over seeing how much the damned wendigo had taken out of her shoulder. “I’m alright, I’ve been through much worse.” a small chuckle barely had enough time to escape her lips before Darcy had already gotten to work at moving some things away from the bench and was already patting the place for the revenant to sit so she could look over the wound properly. Scarlet found herself rolling her eyes as she tried to insist she was in fact fine and that there were others that needed help more than her, “Really, I’m fine-” she started, but seeing the look on Darcy’s face made it clear that the woman wasn’t messing around and in fact was giving her, a revenant, orders. Scarlet didn’t know if the woman was just brave, careless, or ballsy, but the fact she was ordering a revenant around impressed and even somewhat intimidated Scarlet. Not many people would try to order around a revenant, nevermind talk to one or even really show any concern for one like this. Something must have had an affect on Darcy for her to care about a revenant more than anyone else that truly needed the help.
Scarlet sighed in defeat and walked over to where the woman ordered her to sit and sat down, giving the man who was named David a look over, seeing the wound by his side. Luckily it wouldn’t kill him and he’d heal rather quickly, if not at least be sore for a few days. “Keep it on ice and you’ll be fine soon enough…” Scarlet said with a small nod to David, before looking back up to see three more people walk over to their direction. At least one of them seemed to know Darcy by their interactions, which Red found interesting. But looking the man over for more than a moment revealed all she needed to know. He too was a revenant, and she could see a resemblance between Darcy and the younger man. He must have been her brother, and the fact that he was a revenant explained why she was so oddly calm she ordered Scarlet to sit so she could look over the wound. Her brother was one as well. That couldn’t have been easy.
Scarlet remained silent as she observed the interactions going on between the slowly forming group, biting the inside of her lip as she was slowly becoming nervous in a group of people that seemed to only be growing more in size as a man walked over to them. Her brows furrowed at the older man as he made a comment aimed towards whoever the other man was with the revenant and child. Who was at least human. The comment sent a small burst of anger through her veins, slowly getting back to her feet as she was prepared to walk over to the man for the words, which seemed to roll off the younger man’s shoulders in a form of retort. Seeing how it was clearly an ill attempt at a joke, Scarlet sat back down, keeping her eyes trailed on the man as she gripped her shoulder, more blood was beginning to ooze out from the wound, coating her hand in fresh blood as she seemed to reopen the wound already by attempting to get up like she had. Looking back at David, she arched an eyebrow as she watched him catch himself as he seemed to try to get up but was a failed attempt by the looks of it. “Just...Just give it a bit, David. Last thing you want to do is overdue it and make it worse, so just relax.” the woman insisted. Looking back up at Darcy, “Maybe I should take this lady’s word and let her look it over, just in case.” a small exhale escaped her lips, before she slowly removed her shirt, exposing the bloodied bandages underneath as well as a chest wrapping as she wasn’t entirely shy of having to let others look over her wounds. She had been through this process far too many times in the past. “Fair warning, it’s...It’s not pretty. One of those bastards took a pretty good bite out of my shoulder, just managing to avoid any major arteries. I know that much…” Scarlet sighed in resignation as she clasped her hands in front of her.
Turning her head to look to the side as she heard a vaguely familiar voice speak up, seeing it was the girl in the shop from earlier. The one she had crashed into earlier, that wasn't a good look on her part, which she still felt bad for. Scarlet smiled as the woman handed back her gun, which she had almost forgotten about until she reached towards her holster to see it was infact, lacking the presence of a gun. "Thank you, I almost forgot about that. Much appreciated." she said with a kind smile as Scarlet reached out for the gun, accidentally overlapping the girl's hand with her own. Quickly taking the gun back and placing it back by her side, Scarlet looked back up at the girl, with her mind thinking for a moment before digging in her jacket's pocket. Retrieving a few bills, she handed them over to the woman, "Consider it a way of saying sorry for the window. It should cover most of the cost for the damages and should be able to pay for repairs. I really am sorry for...Crashing through the store window." Scarlet said with a small chuckle, nervously rubbing the back of her neck. She never was one for first impressions, and that most certainly wasn't a way to make a good one.