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[highhealplz]

Date & Time: Oct 8th, around midnight/1 AM
Location: halls/cafeteria!
Characters: Ashraf Salib and ???
Summary: ashraf looks like a bloody horror movie extra and desperately needs a shower. naturally, this is a great time to go for a stroll.
Warnings: blood and... remainders of gore? no actual gore unless something goes terribly wrong, dude's a healer.

[ A: Hallways ]
He's not moving too fast. It's slightly faster than a trudge, but a few paces below a stroll; both arms hang limply at his sides, with one of his hands clutching two golden, cross-tipped rods, and he watches the ground as he walks.

But more noticeable than the slumping posture or the slow steps, would probably be the way his beautiful, ornate robes look completely done for. They're soaked in blood, from a giant rip in the back suggesting a solid axing had happened somewhere around his spine, to a wash down from the neck, reminiscent of a cut throat. Blood mats his hair and has dried on his skin, but looking a little closer will show no visible wounds at all. The guy might look horrifying, but he's doing pretty okay for a victim of attempted manslaughter.

It's been a long night, man.


[ B: Cafeteria ]
One of his first destinations has been the cafeteria. It's late enough that it's emptied out, and he's free to slump at a seat at one of the tables and not worry about scaring anyone with his admittedly disturbing look. He'll take care of that... soon. Somehow. He hasn't worked out yet how he'll do it with just a 5 minute shower, but he'll work something out.

But for now: tea. He sips slowly as he stares at the far wall, willing himself to unwind. Exhaustion is just around the corner, if he can just do away with the dancing nerves of recent battle.

Comments

b bc nightowls everywhere i guess

[irritating]

[ Rummaging around in the pantry and gathering up as many unhealthy snacks as she can find (as always) is none other than Apollo, who also doesn't seem to be concerned with the odd hour of the night.

At one point during her scavenging she notices someone else is around, but she is wholly undeterred by their presence and just continues on doing what she's doing. Eventually she also notices that oh hey, he looks kind of messed up; but still she says nothing because honestly, the guy looks pretty chill over there as far as she's concerned. But then she realizes that she's met him once before, and that's when she decides to say hi. ]

Oi, fairy godmother. [ She's better with stupid nicknames than real names, sorry Ashraf. ] You're aware you're a fuckin' state right now, yeah? [ Just, you know. In case he didn't notice. ]

[highhealplz]

[ He's noticed her (it's hard not to, with the rummaging), but he's been mostly able to ignore her. Hands around the warm mug of tea and eyes closed definitely helps. He cracks one eye open when he's addressed though, realizes he knows the voice, and looks over fully. ]

Really? [ Not too exhausted to be smarmy, that Ashraf. ] That's news, actually. Will I come through alright, do you think?

[irritating]

Seen people walk away from worse. You even got all your limbs n' shit so sugar, you're gonna be fine.

[ Probably not the reaction or prognosis that most people would have upon seeing a guy covered in blood and wearing ripped up robes in the middle of the night, but his lack of rolling around in agony was pretty obvious to her. The whole calmly drinking tea thing didn't exactly scream mortally wounded man, either. ]

Probably been a rough night though, huh?

[highhealplz]

[ He grins tiredly, and gets back to the sipping of tea. ]

Yeah, a little bit. Nothing a good sleep won't take care of, though.

[irritating]

There ya'go, that's the spirit.

[ Tucking the items of interest she found in the cupboards under her arm, she comes closer and promptly drops everything on the table in front of him in a disorganized heap. ] Want anything? [ Mostly it's things like sleeves of biscuits and cookies, some crackers, a couple bottles of orange juice, some hard candies - snack type things that actually made sense to her. ] There's decent stuff in there, no dry powder shit or rabbit food or whatever.

[highhealplz]

[ He considers the pile of stuff thoughtfully, then reaches to pick out a candy. He hadn't even known these were up here with them. ]

Mm, thanks. [ He unwraps it almost painfully slowly. ] I hope this isn't dinner for you.

[irritating]

[ It seems like if she digs deep enough every few days, she's able to find things most overlook. It's the power of love when it comes to snacks, probably. ]

Nah, this is just munching stuff. [ Curious, she steps around and tilts her head to stare at his back. ] Were you fuckin' stabbed? [ But wait there are no battle wounds, meaning he's not at all torn up like his clothing is. So naturally she invades his personal space bubble to inspect him further by pretty much hovering right over his shoulder, looking more curious than actually concerned. ] Well fuck, look at you. That your magic crap at work or what?

[highhealplz]

[ Even just his back tells a story -- there's a particular rend right near to his spine, from where he'd been pulled onto the head of an axe, and twin symmetrical tears at his shoulders specifically look incredibly intentional. He doesn't seem to mind being studied, and just shrugs. ]

Yeah, that's my magic crap. I can heal just about anything. [ He pops the candy into his mouth. ] This is pretty good.

[irritating]

[ As she isn't swatted away, Apollo just goes ahead and continues to investigate, even going so far as to give him a poke or two right where she sees what's left of his injuries. Nothing too forceful though (surprisingly), just a normal (rude and unwarranted) poke accompanied with, ] That hurt?

[ She sure as shit isn't a medical person, but she can recognize injury patterns and obviously isn't put off by them. ] Guess your healing shit means you ain't gonna be firewood anytime soon, yeah? [ Okay she lets him have his space again now. Sort of. She sits herself on the edge of the table instead of the chair like a normal person, and watches him as she asks the first stupid question that comes to mind. ] Hey what if he chopped your arm off though, couldya magic that shit back onto your stump or what?

[highhealplz]

Nope, doesn't hurt. [ He reaches for another candy, unconcerned by the poking or the questioning. ]

And yeah, I could. It takes more power to regrow a limb entirely, but that's doable too. I mean, if I catch it soon enough. [ He cocks a brow. ] Why, planning any experiments? I wouldn't recommend taking either of your arms off.

[irritating]

Naw, just curious. [ A shrug. ]

Got a lotta power in you for a magic user, though. Coulda used you five years ago. [ He's probably noticed her roughed up wing before simply because it's hard to miss, but she extends it to show him what she's talking about anyway. It obviously healed a long time ago, but her messy, out of place feathers keeps it looking rough nonetheless. ] I mean it was fuckin' useless anyway but I'm still attached to it, y'know?