Homie (Leif/Idris)

[Leif Adamson]

As per usual, Leif was wandering the beach, careful to keep herself away from water. If she wasn't utilizing her Qi, it probably wouldn't do anything to her... but she still preferred to stay away from it when she could. She held her shoes in one hand, enjoying the feeling of the sand between her toes. Chuckling to herself, she plopped down to watch the waves. 

[Idris Syron]

The beach was one of few things that Idris held particularly close to heart. Between the calming waves, the beautiful sky, and the rough yet soft sand, it was a therapeutic sensation that Idris could have been convinced was heaven itself. Simply treading down the mounds of sand was enough to wash his worries away, and made him feel somewhat alive again.

And after the day he had, he needed a little time to think.

And so, the beaten man shambled along the shore, at a perfect in between of water and sand, where one foot would always catch the waves as they washed ashore, and where the other stayed perfectly dry. The wind brushed against his bare torso, and occasionally whistled through the holes in the chains, which silently scraped through the sand, leaving a perfect trail to be washed away by the water.

One hand dangled freely, and the other was carefully placed over his wound from his earlier fight. With closed eyes, he shambled about, letting his mind race as it pleased.

[Leif Adamson]

Leif caught sight of the stranger as he dragged his chains through the sand. She meshed her teeth together slightly at the sight, knowing well enough that chains were never a good sign. Still, the man was injured. She could see that, even from where she sat. Slowly, she pushed herself up to her feet and began to approach him, careful to make enough noise that she wouldn't sneak up on him.

"Hey there, big fella," she called out, stopping well enough away that he wouldn't be able to swing those chains, in case he was feeling particularly aggressive. "You look like you need a hand."

[Idris Syron]

Idris stopped in his tracks at the sound of a voice that was not his own. He hunched over slightly more, and let out a light huff as his pain caught up to him. Tired eyes fell over Leif, and Idris chuckled slightly at her comment.

"A hand is always appreciated," He said, letting his own fall from his side to reveal the wound. It wasn't anything life threatening, but it was deep, and it was probably going to scar.

[Leif Adamson]

She tilted her head, bending at the waist to look at the wound itself. She tucked her hands into the pockets of her jackets before nodding.

"Well. I don't have a first aide hit or anything on me, but I can still take a look at it, if you want." She tossed her head slightly towards the beach area as she straightened back up. She could cauterize the wound, but she wasn't entirely sure she could do that without harming him in some way. Instead, she turned to lead the way a bit further up the beach, mostly to get away from the water. Sitting down, she patted the sand next to her.

[Idris Syron]

Idris looked over the woman as she examined the wound. She was small, fit for her frame, but small, and something told him that she had run life's course a few times, based on her appearance and the way she approached him. Plus, no fulfilled souls found themselves on the beach, alone, with dusk soon passing over.

He nodded at her offer, grunting slightly as he carried himself forward. Once he positioned his chains in a somewhat comfortable manner, he sat next to her, staring off into the ocean as he settled into his spot.

[Leif Adamson]

Leif reached both hands out of her pockets then, pausing long enough for him to see that she held nothing and meant no harm, before she leaned forward and began to gently poke and probe at his side, checking the damage done. It wasn't going to kill him, which she was glad for. The gore of the wound and the sight of his scars seemed to have no affect on her whatsoever. She didn't seem bothered by his chains, either, though she was careful not to touch him.

"The wound itself looks like it was done with... I don't know. Not lightning, that would have cauterized it. What caused this?" she asked softly, moving to shift his arm upwards slightly so she could take a closer look.

[Idris Syron]

Idris paid no mind to the woman as she checked and prodded his wound. He was content with staring out at the ocean, allowing her to do her thing. He trusted that whatever she did, with whatever intention, she wasn't going to kill him, so he simply stared thoughtlessly until he was addressed again.

At her question, he shook his head slightly, and shifted his gaze to hers.

"An explosion. Of what, I'm not sure, but it was about the size of a small fist." He said, lifting his arm slightly so she could get a better look at it.

[Leif Adamson]

She hummed softly. She couldn't remember ever having seen anything like it. Leaning back slightly, she let his arm fall back wherever he wanted it.

"I'd suggest cleaning it out, maybe with some salt or something. You're going to hurt for a couple of days, but it looks like you're used to that... so I wouldn't worry too much about it."

[Idris Syron]

Idris scoffed slightly at her comment with somewhat of a grin, dropping his arm to his side. He grunted as he folded his legs underneath his body.

"Thanks, how ever may I repay you, miss...?"

[Leif Adamson]

"Leif. And there's nothing to repay. I can't fix you up without the proper tools, so all I did was tell you what you probably already knew."

She leaned back, bracing herself and turning her focus back to the waves. They calmed her nerves and gave her focus, even if they were deadly for her. She smiled softly as she watched them crash on the shore.

[Idris Syron]

"Idris,"

He smiled slightly and leaned his back onto the sand to stare up at the sky.

"And one act of kindness is worth another, no matter how small or grand," He said, crossing his arms over his chest, though the bulk of the cuffs made the position rather awkward. The chains slid in the sand in accordance, and he hummed softly at the racing thoughts in his head.

"It truly is something beautiful, isn't it?" He asked in reference to the beach.

[Leif Adamson]

She nodded and smiled softly, staring at the beach before her.

"I come here whenever I feel lost, or alone. The ocean and the sky... always makes me feel like a part of something... bigger." She wrapped her arms around her knees and leaned forward, resting her chin on her arm.

[Idris Syron]

"You must come here often then, lost soul," He chuckled, giving a slight shake of his head.

"Reminds me of my youth. I walked on this very sand nearly every day, waiting for a chance to grasp my dreams from life's cruel hands." He said almost thoughtlessly as he gazed into the cloud filled sky. He was a man of mystery, and generally considered a heretic or hand of the devil, but somewhere in the dark void within him, was a heart. Somewhere.

[Leif Adamson]

Lost soul. She couldn't argue with that, even a little bit. She chuckled softly at the accuracy of his statement and nodded.

"And what are your dreams? Or, rather... what were they?"