Curse The Crazy God [Open]

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Adrain noted silently what Aria stated. "Very well then. I will trust your expertise on this particular subject." he says to distract minimally as he continued the cleaning. When she writhed in pain, he stepped back and paused but his eyes turned radiant momentarily as she seemed to struggle to breathe as an air elemental manifested once more above him. He looks at it with a neutral expression as he stated his request.

"Please purify and freshen the air to make it easier for the wounded and others to breathe, to prevent the scent of blood and other fluids from causing other issues and distraction." the elemental made a faint howl noise as the contaminated air would become funneled through the body of the elemental, filtering out the other elements into a sphere of mana contained at the center of it.

At the end of it, the wounded angel asked the mage's name. He thought before replying, not wanting to evoke a reaction out of her that might aggravate her injuries by laughing or otherwise as Aria did, responding with only one word. "Adrain." he says calmly, continuing with cleaning or whatever else was demanded of him by the medically inclined ones.

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As Tres glared at her, Aria only could tilt her head and give a dopey innocent smile. Her blue green gaze slid to the side as Esme confirmed more or less her suspicions. She turned and bent to the level of the table while petting the girls head. ”Deranged yes; but I would not call him a fool. Life is a bitter thing. If you don’t find a way to make it fun it’s highly bothersome. Lee lee has been alive a long time; one can only piece themselves together so many times without losing a piece or two….Though you should know that, I suspect you’ve spent more time with him then I have.” Aria smiled and stood up and turned back to Tres. ”Do you have any willow bark? I’d like to mix some in a tea to help deal with the pain.”

She would help clean up as well. As she did so she had a couple of more questions for Esme ”So, you know Tres it would seem, and you’ve asked for Adrain’s name but not my own. I’m assuming you already know it?” Aria was however momentarily distracted as Adrain summoned an elemental. Her eyebrows raising as the elemental purified the air from the scent of blood. ”You Air boy….have got to teach me how to do that!” She wondered if elementals could talk……. Also wondered why the heck they answered to a mage. While Aria was capable of summoning an elemental she never bothered to learn. She personally felt that it wasn’t quite right to force an elemental to do a mages bidding. It was obvious they had some semblance of intelligence….and it just itched her the wrong way to use them just cause they could control what they were made of. Then again she had heard the argument that mages were the one to give them consciousness to begin with. But honestly that was just one theory. Aria shook her head realizing she had gone off on an inner tangent and began to focus on the task at hand, making tea.

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If I had a heart I could love you If I had a voice I would sing After the night when I wake up I'll  see  what  tomorrow brings

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As the man demanded the Elemental purify the air, Esme finished coughing; it hadn’t been why she was, but she appreciated the gesture. Aria came up to her, petting her hair. Esme glanced up, catching her eye. If that were entirely true, then the rest of them would be just as deranged. She muttered, still resentful. When Aria moved away, Esme turned her eyes back to the man, who had finally spoken his name. Esme glanced at Tres, catching the tone. She would have to apologize later for being such an inconvenience, Esme thought while rolling her eyes. She sat up slowly, turning her head to where Aria’s voice came from, asking about names. 

Well… Yeah. I know of you; I’ve never met you face to face, but you’re someone we know. Esme kept it at that, knowing Mylee had limited memory. She glanced over at Tres again watching her clean up the blood. Long time no see. Esme said flatly. Helena wasn’t her favourite deity, and naturally her followers weren’t exactly smiled at by some of the other gods. Especially lately. Though Esme knew Tres had fallen for a reason, meaning she may no longer follow Helena. 

Esme brought a hand up to rub her neck, still stiff from before, though she was healing faster now. Her body did heal at a more accelerated rate than humans, but it slowed down the more she was injured. She then ran a hand through her blonde hair, matted by blood, trying to get some of it out. Ugh, what a pain. She muttered to herself, pushing it behind her shoulders. She then inspected her wings, frowning at their condition. The feathers were falling out, frayed and torn. They would take a lot longer to heal; though its not like she could use them. Mylee had made it clear what his punishments where: Banishment, unable to fly, and… the removal of her fertility. Esme closed her eyes, trying to keep from getting angry again. These people didn’t need to see it right now, rational or not. After a moment, she opened them again and looked down at her state of dress. Seeing that she had been wearing her armor when she’d fallen, it wasn’t in too bad a shape, and the scar on her side was already doing better. Though it was a nasty one, crooked and long across her abdomen. Kinda looked wicked. 

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[Trésor de Lys]

Tres ignored the face made by Aria, and continued to clean. Tres didn't know how to feel in this moment. It brought her back to memories of when she was first fallen, of the damage she endured. It sure was a hell of a lot bloodier then than it was now. Tres' eyes turned back to Aria when she asked about Willow's bark. Tres nodded in understanding, and gestured over to the back door where her greenhouse was kept. "It's in a jar on a shelf in the back." Tres would watch if Aria went to grab it as she tidied up the area. "And you know where the mugs are upstairs!" she chimed to Aria as she had made herself very much at home here before.

Tres noticed Adrain as he purified the air, but paid no mind to it as that was kind of his thing. What caught her attention was Esme who finally addressed her, sitting up. Tres set down the pile of dirty towels she had in her hand, and sat in the bed across from Esme, looking her in the eyes. "That it has." she matched the flat tone of Esme. None of the angels really favored Tres because she was the product of Helena. Mostly she was ignored, and spited. But no matter who they were, they knew Tresor. It seemed to slip her mind a moment, that although they paid no mind to her, they didn't know why she fell.

"If you'd like to wash up, I can bring you some fresh linens and a bucket of warm water." Tres' tone changed to thus of a more caring demeanor, her voice was softer. She meant well.. but knew that Esme probably wanted nothing to do with her. Knowing that full well, she wanted nothing to do with the pantheon following her experience. "Whatever you may need..." she paused feeling something unsettling sit in her gut "I can help..."

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As the patient began to be stabilized, Adrain exhaled and finished the relevant cleaning up before distancing himself when Esme stood up. It was at this point Adrain believed it was due for him to depart. He dismissed the elemental whom takes the contaminated air with it back to the planes while then looking at Esme.

"I'm glad they were able to help you. I think at this point I make my exit since I somehow think the other two will have more experience in a transition from what your situation was before and I'm sure there is going to be some inevitable life settling things that I have no real purpose of being in the way of." he says, knowing Esme wasn't perfect but since he wasn't a healer and the time reversal was declined he had no more role to play on that front of healing.

"If you need anything at all that the girls can't take care of let me know. Other than that, I'll bid you farewell." Adrain says, then turning and making his way out the door unless otherwise stopped.

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”To be fair, the rest ARE just that deranged. Ai hides it the best though…..Mylee on the other hand just wears it loud and proud; and he likes fucking with people as a source of entertainment. Can’t say I blame him.” She smiled and headed upstairs to get the things for the tea, because she very well did know where everything was by now. She heated the water, and came back downstairs with the heated pot a little while later, and went and got the jar in the back to make the tea. As the tea was steeping she turned back to Esme. Her head tilting to the side when she mentioned she was a person that they knew of. Didn’t surprise her much though. ”Now just out of friendly curiosity; since you were likely with him during mid-winter. Did Mylee ever figure out who left him the undergarments at the shrine?”

She finished up making the tea and placed it by Esme to drink; she figured she didn’t need to explain what was in it. Aria then took a seat not too far away; content to watch Tres’s and the other angels interactions. Tres seemed…uneased; not the normal friendly interaction she had observed with others that Tres had met. Curious indeed. She wondered what the two’s history had been. But it wasn’t her place to really ask; Tres or Esme would let her know if they ever felt like it. Tres’s tone changed when she did the thing she did best. She was a good caretaker.

Aria looked back up at Adrain as he excused himself ”It was good seeing you again Adrain. Tell Serai I said hi….OH also there’s a new tiger in the castle. Young but he might be able to make friends.”

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If I had a heart I could love you If I had a voice I would sing After the night when I wake up I'll  see  what  tomorrow brings

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Esme sighed, Okay.. Fair point. Though I’d argue that Saden hides it best. He’s outgoing, but that can be said about plenty. She didn’t comment on what Aria said about Mylee; she had plenty of her own to say, none of which was polite. 

Esme blinked, looking away the moment Tres caught her eye. It wasn’t anything personal - she could only hope the other Fallen would understand. She knew Tres was only trying to help her; perhaps be the support she didn’t have when she’d fallen, given that she had been the first to fall… but Esme didn’t want it - didn’t need it… not yet anyways. She just needed to get her bearings, allow herself to heal, and go punch the absolute shit out of a wall…. then heal again. 

She glanced up when Tres spoke again, nodding. I would appreciate that… There’s blood in my hair. Esme had a slight obsession with her own hair. It wasn’t that she was vain about it, but more so that it just always needed to be clean. She had noticed the shift in tone, but couldn’t afford to let her in yet. She sighed lightly. … We both know thats not necessary. But thank you. She brought her eyes up to Tres, hoping the emotion in her own would reach the healer. She wasn’t ready. She could only assume Tres’s experience had been similar. You’ve made a life for yourself here. She commented, not really asking or questioning, just observing. 

When Aria returned and brought up an interesting question, Esme snorted - the first light hearted reaction yet. Did you think it would take him more than 5 minutes? Her ex-master wasn’t the most considerate or coherent of people, but he wasn’t dumb. In fact, as soon as he’d seen it, he’d pulled a fit- which had lasted about 4 minutes. The last minute was him calming down and leaving, muttering something along the lines of “Damn red head- always fucking around with my things- why my things- why can’t she go piss on Sadens things?"

She then turned her attention to the man who had decided it best he take his leave. When he offered her help incase the others were incapable, she arched an eyebrow unsure of his area of expertise. Yeah, thanks. was all she said as he left, not sure how else to respond.

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[Trésor de Lys]

    Tres nodded when Esme said she would like some towels, she did not respond to her when she addressed that they both knew it wasn't necessary. Esme was right. It wasn't necessary at all. In fact, Tres didn't have to offer her anything. But she wanted to out of her caring nature. She didn't want Esme to feel alone, or to go through this alone. But she knew that although they were both fallen and that both felt lost, that they were not feeling the same things.

    So Tres wandered over to her linen closet, and took down one large towel, two small towels, a bottle of soap, and from the bottom of the closet she collected a bucket. Tres set down the soap and the linens on the base of Esme's designated bed, and continued over to the back of the room to collect some water from the well. Tres didn't say much, she figured that Esme wouldn't want to hear what she had to say, as Tres felt the same way when she was first fallen. In the time it took to collect the water, Tres felt herself fading back to memories of blood loss, of regret, of betrayal, feeling vulnerable, and wanting nothing but the sweet release of death.

    It was not long before she came back to her senses, collected the bucket, and brought it over to Esme's feet. She looked her in the eyes with sincerity, as if to say 'I can provide you whatever you need, just reach out...' but she didn't know if Esme would ever understand what she meant to say without words. She understood what she meant. She wanted independence, to prove that she could do this on her own.

    Tres couldn't come to reply to what she had said. It was an obvious observation, and one that should have been made long ago, even before she had fallen. She had to survive life on her own, Helena wasn't there for her. Tres pulled her thoughts back to a better place. This situation was becoming too much for her.

    Listening to the conversation between Aria and Esme, she felt envious of the angel, how she could quickly give light-hearted jokes on a whim... and so soon. Obviously her and Mylee had a very different relationship, if any.

    Tres turned to Adrain, upon hearing his farewell. She would follow behind him as he exited, walking him to the door to let Aria and Esme have their time to talk if needed. Tres didn't have much to say to either of them in that moment anyhow. She approached him, and gave him a gentle hug. "Thank you for your help and support." she whispered to him. "I'm sure she appreciated it as well..." she didn't relly know what to say in this vulnerable moment.

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”Well….I’ll agree about him hiding it the best.” She looked down at the floor ”Though we both know you’re just as bad” She very well knew he was likely listening, more so now that they were talking about him and it was rude to leave someone out of a conversation. As Tres and Esme exchanged words, Aria stayed out of it for the most part. Though she couldn’t deny there seemed to be some tension between two. ”If Tres is offering then I will as well; though I don’t hand out freebies. You don’t seem like the type to accept freebies anyhow. When your better and you find yourself stuck seek me out and I can find some work for you. Or at least put in a word.”

Aria chuckled ”well I’m sure he’ll find some other use for the undergarments, he’ll probably use them as tie supports for his plants….Anyways it was a pleasure meeting you Esme. Like I said if you need anything don’t hesitate to give a holler. Tres knows how to get in contact with me.” Aria turned to Tres ”You should come visit my new residence soon. Also I’ll begin dropping off some medical seedlings for the garden. I’ll bring some during the next shipment I bring Noku” She gave a small wave and left herself. She had other business to take care of that day anyways.

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If I had a heart I could love you If I had a voice I would sing After the night when I wake up I'll  see  what  tomorrow brings

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[attr="class","TAGSU"]Open; taking place two days before the Trial.

Esme cracked a small smile as Aria brought her voice up to speak to Saden, as though he were listening in on them at that moment- which Esme knew inside was very possible; in fact it was possible any of them could be looking down on what was happening in her little life; even him... Esme grimaced and shook the thought out of her head. She looked up as Tres walked away, most likely to get the water for Esme to wash with. She turned her attention back to Aria as she made her offer. I appreciate that. I'm sure I'll find you if it ever comes to that. Esme responded, genuinely thankful.



It was after that that Aria was going to take her leave. Thank you for all your help... I really do appreciate it. You dont seem as bad as they make you seem. Esme said with a wave, leaving that open ended for the redhead to wonder about. Then it was just her and Tres, who had returned just before Aria had left. Esme looked down at the bucket by her feet and leaned down with a sigh to grab the cloth and ring it out. It was going to take a little while to get all the blood off of her and out of her hair; and it would be better to focus on that than try and make small talk.



After about 15 minutes, Esme would have all the blood out of her hair, and have it knotted back behind her as she worked on the blood she could see on her skin; her armour was still intact thankfully, so the blood was really only on her arms, legs and abdomen. Although she was unable to see her own back, so there could be more there. Once she was confident she'd gotten it all, she dropped the cloth back into the bucket and flopped down on the cot she'd been resting on, draping an arm over her eyes.

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[Trésor de Lys]

Tres, after saying her goodbye to Adrain, returned to the main room and caught only a part of what Aria had said, luckily it was only the part of the conversation that really pertained to her. She nodded to Aria when she mentioned that Tres knew how to contact her. She turned to her as she said that she needed to come visit and that a new shipment a seedlings with be arriving shortly. "I'll be sure to come visit soon, it would be good for me to get out of here sometime soon..." she smiled warmly at Aria, the way she normally would with an old friend. "I'll be sure to make room for the new shipment. It'll be good to have some new plants in the garden." she smiled, grabbed Aria's hand gently, and gave it a slight squeeze as if to say 'thank you'.

As Aria took her leave, it was just her and Esme left. Tres could feel the air get thicker with tension. Tres felt a bit uneasy with Esme, not because she didn't trust her, but because she didn't know how she felt about her. Tres brushed off the uneasiness, reminding herself that this is her home, the place that she built from the ground up, and that she had the right to feel comfortable in her own home. She decided to busy herself by continuing to clean up. Tres looked over her shoulder every once and a while to see what Esme was doing. She was just washing her hair... without soap... Tres decided to rummage in her storage closet for the small box of soap she had stored away when she first opened her infirmary. It contained a few bars of soap, yellow in colour that smelt of daisies. It was a seasonal soap of course, but she felt that Esme would appreciate it since she was so fixated on her hair.

Tres approached her lightly, with the yellow soap in hand. "Here." she extended her hand out to her, containing the bar soap. "Washing with water will get out the clots, but this should get it clean." If Esme took the soap, she would walk over to the pile of towels and linnens she had collected previously, and would carry them over to the well with a bucket and soap so she could wash it. "You can keep it." she insisted, as she called over from the opposite end of the room. She preoccupied herself for the time that Esme cleaned her hair, unsure of what to say or do.