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The Floodgates Have Opened

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Elliott Scott

*The tavern that she had been alerted to was not one like the green house, red sun inn, or the blue moon tavern. It was a place that seemed much more threatening and easily passable than any of the aforementioned places. Built and carved into the stone surface of a mountain, it was a fortress in its own right, ice caps on the highest peaks of the building’s surfaces while the rest was kept lit with the flickering pass of light fire. The door is made of heavy oak and as you press through, it squeals and grates against the floor and its hinges, giving rise to the eyes that move in your direction, your presence announced to the people of the room. The bar keep is essentially a single, yet sturdy young woman with a fire scarred face. The servers, a variety of different magical creatures none of which seem to notice or pay much attention. The patrons are also a wide variety but all seem to be paired in groups throughout the room, a door leading to the kitchen, another to a set of stairs that lead to bedrooms for its more intoxicated patrons and, then, of course, there’s the whole reason for Lasair’s coming to this place in general. There sits a man of tanned, sun kissed complexion, obvious mixed heritage made apparent by his hair that rests cut short, He’s bundled up as if its winter, heavy coat wrapped around his shoulders, a pair of jogging pants around his legs, boots on either foot.*

Lasair Huon

The display of fire that usually heralded Lasair’s approach was outside the tavern. She didn’t want to put anyone on edge, didn’t want them to think that she was trying to burn the tavern down. Though, the second option would be discredited within a few seconds, since her flames didn’t even put off any heat. Her hands were still hidden by the sleeves of her jacket, the whole ensemble making her look a lot younger than she really was. And as she stepped into the tavern, she winced at the loud noises coming from the door. Oof. If only she could fix that. She wasn’t dressed for the cold, not really, her jacket barely enough to keep the chill off of someone who could actually feel it. She couldn’t, though. Green eyes flickered across the patrons, and she felt a little out of place, being there alone. But when she saw him, the whole reason she was here alone, she tangled her fingers in the cuffs of her sleeves, slowly stepping towards him, flat, soft boots scuffing lightly across the floor. How? How was she going to ask him what she needed to ask? She guessed the only way to do it was, well, to just *go* for it. “Um….” She had to clear her throat when she got closer, gathering up her courage. “You wouldn’t happen to be the one I’ve heard about, would you? The…. the phoenix who heals minds instead of physical wounds, I mean.”

Elliott Scott

*When he turns to look at her, sharp, piercing blue eyes are what she finds, exploring her with a depth that most do not deign appropriate. Of course, there is no malice in the way he explores her with his gaze and that exploration does not dip into any unwholesome thoughts. As if he can feel the heat wafting off her, he half-turns in her direction, his arms sort of fold over themselves as if he’s rubbing them to help the circulation that tediously makes its way through them for the warmth.* You can call me Elli, if you wish. You’ve found the right person. *He exhales, a cloud forming around his mouth as if he were in the cold, even though the room is pretty much warmer than most places you’d wish to go* Have a drink… *He states and questions, as if looking for her name* You needn’t be afraid of me or anyone else here. We’re all mostly harmless.

Lasair Huon

It was the “mostly harmless” that bothered her. But it wasn’t because she was wary of *him*, exactly. More that she was just wary for reasons she couldn’t explain. Maybe it had something to do with the accident that had taken her life that time…. She blinked for a moment, glancing around as he examined her. Even if his thoughts had been less than wholesome, she would have gladly stopped them from going further than just thoughts. She had her Daesyn, and she loved him more than she could ever begin to explain. She sat at that table with him, though, ordering herself a coffee loaded with sugar. “Lasair,” she said with a smile. While she was a friendly phoenix, she wasn’t naive. Not any more. “I, uh, I’ve noticed some things lately that I can’t explain. And it’s worrying me and every other friend I have. I’m sure even my mate’s worried, even if he doesn’t say anything out loud about it…”

Elliott Scott

*He watches her blink and look around, almost as if she’s wary of the circumstances that bring her to him. However, he is used to others coming to him with issues that are far outside the boundaries of normal interactions. He has had those with serious mental deficiencies come to him, has had those with acute and serious amnesia, those who believed themselves to be other people and who did, indeed, have several personalities within their minds approach. All, he had healed to some degree, even if that degree went as far as to seal other personas from the target’s mind. He was sure that she wasn’t any worse or better than many of those that came. She sat at that table before much else was said, ordering a coffee that he noted was loaded with sugar. He is friendly, for the most part, if not a little stoic and perhaps more pessimistic than most phoenixes. There was a reason, though, to why he acted the way he did. He stood as most men his age did, with a focus on confidence and in his own actions.* It’s nice to meet you, Lasair. What can I do for you? *Only for him to be answered regardless of his question or not.* What worries you? And why do you think your mind might have something to do with it?

Lasair Huon

Most of Lasair’s problems were easily fixed. Most of the time, it was something simple enough that all she needed was a bit of time out in the sun. But this. This was a problem that she couldn’t just fix with some sin and warmth. She was nervous, yes, but more because she didn’t know how to ask someone for help like this. She even felt weird knowing that Alexa was looking into the whole situation on her own end. No matter what, though, Lasair was always brought back with a sweet tooth. That was why her coffee was so loaded with sugar. And she rarely drank. There wasn’t any alcohol she’d found yet that was sweet enough to satisfy her. But the feeling she got from him wasn’t one of animosity, and she relaxed a little as she sipped at her coffee. “A few months ago, I died. And, I know, it’s not that worrying for a phoenix to die. I mean, I came back, obviously. But that time, when I came back, I had vampire traits. They’ve never shown before, because I’m not a vampire. I do have Fae blood, but it’s something that rarely shows itself.” She took another sip of coffee, pushing her sleeves away from her hands. “I don’t remember anything. Every other circumstance that has killed me, I remember. I remember every tiny detail involved. But not this time. It feels like there’s some kind of block on my mind. Like parts of that whole situation were purposely removed from my memory.”

Elliott Scott

*On Hellifyno, it’s not so weird that someone would die and then come back. He had helped people like that as well who still had trauma due to their death. She seemed like she was part of that particular section of those minds impaired to him, considering what she had said. He hadn’t immediately picked up on the fact that she was a phoenix when she had approached but now with her fully admitting such and, also, that she had vampire traits, the ice phoenix sort of reaches back, rubbing the nape of his neck with his fingertips. A nervous tick he hasn’t been able to stop when in situations where things could get awkward. He reaches for his own drink, iced peppermint mocha coffee. He can’t really have hot drinks since the heat is much worse for him than it is others. He takes a sip before setting the drink back down* That is serious.. I have to admit that if you have vampiric traits, I’m concerned about my method of healing. You see, I have to exchange blood and vampires have been known to make blood bonds with the people they exchange blood with. *His hand falls from the side of his neck and onto the table, his eyes flitting from her momentarily back to the barkeep before he finally turns his attention back to her.* The trauma of the death was probably more intense than the others you’ve faced. Even I’ve had deaths that I’ve forgotten some key details about because they were just… well… *He visibly shivers* I’ll help you but I’m going to need my payment upfront. It won’t be cheap since I need to throw in hazard pay as well since there’s a chance I’ll be tied to you after or that I, personally, could take on vampire traits since the same method is used for vampires to turn others into their kind.

Lasair Huon

Of course, had she shown up inside the tavern, it might have been more apparent that she was a phoenix. Especially since her flames usually took the shape of a phoenix when she appeared. But that was a trait of hers, being up front about who/what she was. She sighed, noticing the way he seemed to draw away from her when she admitted to the vampire traits. She didn’t think she could turn someone. The traits weren’t even that strong. Just the occasional craving for blood every so often. But she could also understand the apprehension. Alexandria had told Lasair how Amadore had seemed addicted to phoenix blood at one point. She fidgeted slightly in the midst of that silence, fingers nervously drumming against the sides of her mug. “If there’s any way to avoid a blood bond like that, I’d be willing to do it,” she admitted. “Not because I don’t want a new friend or anything, but I’d rather make a friend the usual kind of way.” She offered that friendly smile. But as she thought about her deaths… that was the only one she couldn’t remember. And she shook her head. “That’s the thing. Even the time that my mother’s killers tortured and killed me. I remember that. The last thing I remember about this one is going to find Alexa so I could try to help her. After that… it’s all black.” But she took a breath, nodding her head. “Okay. What do I need to do?”

Elliott Scott

*His own entrance hadn’t been that hefty. He’d flown here from his home, had changed outside so that he wouldn’t bother anyone with the freezing temperatures that seemed to drop when he appeared and then had come in and gone to the closet for clothes since his clothes didn’t necessarily come with the whole shift. He nibbled lightly at his lip before nodding at her, noting that she seemed almost down when he seemed to react to the idea of her blood mixing with his, the fact that she also sort of drummed her fingers against her mug* I’m okay with the risk. *He smiles innocently at her, sort of returning her own smile she had offered* We’ll make sure that we get your memories back, Lasair. *For now, he didn’t want to risk the possibility of losing her business. He didn’t hurt for money or coin in this place but he had accumulated a small fortune of soul coins the last few months. This was still a rather new venture for him* Two soul coins. You’ll get the one back after we’re done, if things haven’t gone awry. *He reaches toward the center of the table toward the napkin wrapped set of silverware. The napkin’s taken off but he wills a partial change after that has talon like claws splitting from his fingernails. Thumb, middle finger, and his pinkie, each one that would be used as a claw in the event of his change. Each one is made of glacial blue coloration, obviously dark in some places due to blood but otherwise, made completely of living ice* Hold out your hand. 

Lasair Huon

She was deep in thought as she sipped her coffee, mostly wondering what the extent of those vampiric traits were. She hadn’t really thought about it, if she was being honest. And it didn’t seem like she had the venom of other vampires. Was it possible that she wasn’t really a vampire, but just absorbing certain things? Who knew? It worried her. And that was why she tapped her fingers against the mug, more because she was thinking. Green eyes flicked back up to meet his blue ones, and she nodded. “Thank you, Elli,” she said softly. She refused to let herself tear up right then. She was already seen as immature because of the overwhelming emotions that coursed through her. As he mentioned the soul coins, Lasair nodded. After all, she’d gotten her own “job” of sorts. She was an amazing nurse, using her natural ability to heal to her advantage. And, even if she frequented the inn and tavern where money wasn’t needed, she still carried a little around with her. She reached into her left pocket, fishing around for a moment, until she pulled out two coins that she slid towards him. She watched as he changed his fingernails, lifting those claws of his. She pushed up the sleeve of her left arm to her elbow, holding her hand towards him, completely braced for the pain. She had to push her own phoenix nature back a bit, knowing that the phoenix within would try and heal any wound immediately. And that just wouldn’t do.

Elliott Scott

*As she bares her wrist, thanking him for what he’s about to do, his eyes lament as they roam over her. Whatever it was she was about to remember, she wouldn’t be the same after. He had never known his work to cause his clients damage and he hoped that would continue to remain that way. Regardless, his claws first pierce the flesh of his own wrist, the other hand’s since he needs to use the claws of his current. In moments, blood is bubbling to the surface. The wound is small and definitely isn’t anything that could put him at harm but it is deep enough that you can see just how sharp those claws are. The major kicker is the fact that those claws have flash frozen the sides of the cut, leaving the wound to remain open since the bottom isn’t. He leans forward, claw gently swiping over her wrist and then he inches that bloody arm of his forward, curling that wrist around hers. The effect is immediate. She can feel a deathly cold chilling through her entire arm and then into the rest of her body. It feels as if she’s just caught a chill, that she’s been outside for dozens of hours in the middle of winter and then that chill spreads toward her mind and it’s as if the floodgates have been lifted. Depression, anger, any sort of festering emotion that has not been good or healthy is wiped away in an instant, leaving her feeling much warmer. His eyes glow and in the end, she suddenly starts to feel the blanket over her memories fading into non-existence*

Lasair Huon

She knew. She knew there was no going back after this. And she honestly didn’t know if she’d ever be the same. But she *needed* to know why these things had happened. Why she had these traits. Why she couldn’t remember what had happened. In order to circumvent her own natural healing reflex, she averted her eyes as he cut into his own skin, pointedly avoiding the sight of blood. She was a little squeamish as it was. But she’d started this. And she was determined to see it through. Green eyes closed as he cut into her wrist, only letting out a single whimper as she felt the skin split open. She didn’t have time to take a breath before that cold spread over her. It was an odd sensation. Lasair had never felt cold before. But this. This was something that seeped into her bones before it was gone. When she felt that blanket lifting, green eyes opened and she gasped softly. Amadore? He’d killed her? She bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes this time. She wasn’t angry. She wasn’t depressed. She was *shocked*. She’d trusted Amadore. She’d trusted him to take her to Alexa so she could *help* the other phoenix. And he’d killed her. Drained her of every last drop of her blood. And that wasn’t all. He’d…. well, she didn’t want to dwell on that. Not with someone who wasn’t her mate. “I… well, that explains everything,” she muttered softly. She still couldn’t believe it. She’d trusted Amadore because he was Alexa’s adopted dad. And she even went so far as to call him her “uncle” at one point. She felt sick….. but she pushed that away. It was in the past. Nothing would change that now.

 

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