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Tweak says, "I came as a rat"

Irisi Djeserit (kemetic) wrote in prideviewapts,
@ 2009-02-22 01:27:00

Entry tags:

dustfinger, irisi djeserit

WHO: Irisi and Dustfinger.
WHERE: Irisi's apartment.
WHEN: Now.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: Incomplete.

It wasn't often that Irisi used her powers for strangers, or even let them know she had powers. Back home it wouldn't have been safe and Aharon, if he hadn't been high as a kite at the time, would have yelled until he was blue in the face at the carelessness. Probably would have reminded her that her mother had died because of what they were and that it was dishonoring her heritage to be so careless. But the fact was that this place was different, possibly an entirely different reality. She was lucky to still have her magic, and she couldn't let it go to waste. Besides, the guy needed some help and, without an apocalypse to thwart, she'd been feeling rather useless. Maybe she would open her shop here.

She checked that her elixirs and ingredients were put away, then locked up her weapons chest and the interrogation room (she didn't call it a torture chamber, though Vic might have). No need to have a stranger getting odd ideas about her. There, that was the best she could do. She wasn't going to get rid of her altar or any of the artifacts or tools around the apartment. She wasn't ashamed of her faith and the fact that she was healing him would make it clear she was a witch.

She sat at the stove, making tea, when she heard the door open. It had become a habit with the others, and especially Vigdís, to do things like this. The tea had always calmed the seer after particularly bad visions. "Welcome to my humble abode," she called. "Come in. Would you like tea?"

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heretowarnyou
2009-02-22 02:21 pm UTC (link)

"Tea would be nice, thank you." Dustfinger held a hunched posture, trying to make himself as small as possible. He was just over six feet tall, long and thin, lanky and awkward. His size made him nervous, when meeting new people. He didn't want to seem to tower over them.

"I really appreciate your offer to help." He kept his hands in his pockets, fingers curled to protect the damaged palms.

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kemetic
2009-02-22 02:39 pm UTC (link)

Irisi smiled at the man, hoping to put him at ease, pouring two cups of hibiscus tea and setting them on the table. "I won't try and hand that to you until we sort out your hands," she assured him in a no nonsense sort of tone. She was a good half a foot shorter than him at the least, but there was a presence to her that made her seem taller than she was.

"Sit down," she said calmly. He was probably expecting her to fetch supplies, but that wasn't how she worked. She only hoped that he wasn't going to freak out at magic. But he apparently worked with dragons, so she doubted she had much to worry about. "Can I see your hands?"

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heretowarnyou
2009-02-22 02:57 pm UTC (link)

He sat, eyes flittering about the room. He hoped he hadn't made a mistake, coming to her home. Too late now. She was the only person who had offered to help him, and without Resa, he needed someone to work on his hands; he couldn't do it himself.

He glanced at the cup of tea, but didn't make a move for it. He could have raised it to his lips, but with discomfort and great difficultly. Instead he turned his hands palm up on the table, finger slowly opening to show the blackened skin.

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kemetic
2009-02-22 03:38 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't the worst she had seen, but then fire was her element. She had caused worse than this. Her fingers traced lightly just above his palms, not actually touching, almost as if she were examining it. It wouldn't be much work, which was good.

"They'll feel numb for a bit," she said, "but that's better than if they didn't. Just close your eyes." She remembered healing Vigdís after the werewolf had attacked her. It was only because the girl was mute that she hadn't screamed. She placed her hands over his, palm to palm, and concentrated first on numbing the pain. That was the easy part, a novice could do that. For the next bit, she had to draw deeper, reaching into her own source. Not very deep, but enough that she had to close her eyes and focus. She visualized burns fading away and the damage beneath repairing itself, leaving healthy, undamaged hands in their wake.

Then she opened her eyes and pulled her hands back, calmly picking up her tea.

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heretowarnyou
2009-02-22 03:53 pm UTC (link)

He closed his eyes as she suggested. If she pulled a knife and killed him, so be it. He'd only regret that he couldn't thank her after he was gone. He also didn't think it would come to that.

He felt the tingling of her magic working on his hands, and he had to focus his energy to resist pulling away.He gasped slightly, but held still otherwise until the healing was complete and she pulled her hands away.

He opened his eyes, blinking to adjust to the light after having his eyes closed. He flexed his fingers, curling and uncurling fists. After a moment, he looked up at her. "Thank you." He found a small smile.

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kemetic
2009-02-22 08:15 pm UTC (link)

To be fair, Irisi didn't make a habit of knifing people in her apartment. The last time she had knifed an actual human, and not a demon or ghoul or undead nazi...she really needed more normal hobbies...or anything else like that, she and Ásmundr had gone to the trouble of driving out into the middle of nowhere. And that had been a renegade mage who had tried to turn her into a mannequin...after propositioning her in a truly disgusting manner...not an awkward stranger with burned hands.

"It's no problem," she assured him, "just what I do." Other than her prophetic abilities, her healing ones were the only ones that weren't mainly used to cause damage. She felt like healing atoned for the times she did have to kill humans. She gestured to his tea and took a sip of her own.

"I'm Irisi, by the way," she said, holding out her free hand. She wouldn't give her full name. Such things had power.

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heretowarnyou
2009-02-22 08:31 pm UTC (link)

"Dustfinger," Dustfinger replied. He too knew the power in a name, especially if the owner of a name spoke it himself. Dustfinger was the name he had been given by the faeries, but it was not his true name. No one knew his true name, sometimes he wasn't even sure of it himself.

He took her hand in his, and gave a firm squeeze. His hands felt good as new, as if nothing had happened at all. He released her hand, and took up the cup of tea, sipping it carefully to test both the flavor and the heat before he committed to a full sip.

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kemetic
2009-02-22 10:29 pm UTC (link)

"A pleasure," Irisi said with a small smile as she shook his hand, taking no notice of the oddity of his name. She'd met people with more unusual names. Agent Smith for one, which wasn't so much odd as both a blatant lie and a Matrix reference.

She wasn't sure if he would like the tea, but she would hardly be offended if he didn't. It was her preference, when she wasn't mainlining coffee, but she hardly expected everyone else to like it. "It's karkade," she said by way of explanation, "hibiscus tea."

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	heretowarnyou 2009-02-23 08:37 pm UTC (link)
	"It's...interesting," Dustfinger replied. He sipped at it again. It was an odd taste, but not terribly unpleasant. "I'd like to repay you, for this," he indicate his hands with a small gesture. "But I'm not entirely sure what you would like as payment." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	kemetic 2009-02-25 10:56 am UTC (link)
	"You don't have to repay me," Irisi told him firmly. This was one thing she didn't accept payment for. "Gifts are meant to be used, and if they can do some good, then so much the better." She smiled softly. "But I would love to hear more about this Dragon's Breath." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	heretowarnyou 2009-02-25 03:05 pm UTC (link)
	Dustfinger shrugged. He had been using Dragon's Breath all his life. It wasn't anything special to him, anymore. "What do you want to know?" (Reply to this) (Parent)