A merchant ship docks in the Arrendalle port. The ports were full of merchants…and people seeking the creatures rumored to recently inhabit the mountains. Many have gone missing.
One of the passengers exits the ship wearing a simple traveler’s garb and inly a calvary saber on his side. His bag seems to be the heaviest part about him. If one were to go through it, they’d find weapons and armor that makes Arrendale’s seem cheap.
He enters the city, lighting a cigarette.
Elsa gasped as he rolled over and took her with him. Her legs rest across his waist her arms tucked against his chest now. She huffed. “C-Crispin…..Lutienent?!” She spoke a little louder to grab his attention. Maybe.
He was out cold, his breathing even and steady. He wasn’t going anywhere for awhile.
Elsa sighed and mildly accepted her fate. It could’ve been a more complicated or compromising position. So that was a plus she thought. It took her a while but eventually she managed to convince herself to close her eyes. She at some point had dozed off. Breathing softly as she slept against the wounded man.
The sound of a gun slide wakes up Elsa. Crispin is sitting in bed, cleaning his STG. Oddly, there is no visible gunpowder, just red powder…as if a ruby were crushed into a powder akin to gunpowder. Crispin is shirtless, hos protsthetic visible in much more detail. “It’s midnight, if you were wondering.”
She nodded drousley. “You shouldn’t be moving right now” she said and rubbed her eyes. “And do you always bear hug women in your sleep?” She asked. “You had me trapped” she said mildly amused but at the same time would’ve raise questions from the guards and staff
“Apologies. That’s a first. As for me moving, aura is a beautiful gift and a curse. Heals most wounds and gifts the semblances, but leaves us vulnerable.”
She nodded in understanding. “So overall you’re doin better?” She asked him trying to straighten her dress the neckline had shifted down exposing more cleavage then normal
“Ja. Much. Got another scar. And the doctor tried to take my cigarettes. Not a chance.” He notices the moving of the dress, makng him blush.
She rolled her eyes, “You shouldn’t smoke. It’ll kill you faster” she said and stood up from the bed. She walked to the side Crispin was on and picked up her book off the floor. She took a seat in the chair she’d been sitting in though she was sleepy still.
“They also said I should be dead from the blast that took my arm and most of my chest. Lucky the blast missed my heart.”
She nodded her head in disbelief. “The world really doesn’t want you dead does it?” She asked him. Looking over his physique and his scar and his prosthetic.
“Seems to be that way. Not complaining.” He smiles, “You want the bed?”
She nodded no. “I think I should be leaving to my own bedroom. Unless you need me or something?” She asked him.
He chuckled, “Unless you want an explanation and demonstration on how to disarm someone.”
“That didn’t answer my question!” she said. Crossing her arms and looking over at him. Though it would be useful to know. It seemed a little late in the night to be doing that. She thought and laughed internally
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