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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 11, 2013 20:07:49 GMT -8
Seeking diplomatic audiences were steadily becoming a staple as of late for Delilah. Her job as First was to be the liaison for everything, Crows, Dragons, Gods...whether she was part of the gang or not, she wanted to be a force to be called on when needed. And there was a great need in Long Beach.
Today, Delilah's mission was one of a different sort. Armed with her usual trifecta of knives, she pushed down the kickstand of the dirtbike with a practiced flick of her heel and pulled the key from the ignition. Grabbing a backpack from the wire rack on the rim covering the back wheel, Delilah would stride up to the lightning tower to request an audience with it's newest denizen.
"First Crow Delilah Black to see Spec...er, I mean Lightning Dragon Dechain." she would state to the guard.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 12, 2013 18:51:24 GMT -8
The guard would look her over and frown.
"The Lightning Dragon is still in recovery, and generally not taking visitors..."
(Meanwhile, inside the tower...
"Sir, you have a visitor."
"Who is it?"
"Sir, it is Delilah Black, First of Crows."
"Delilah's here? Let her in!"
"B-but Sir, are you sure that's-"
"Let her in now.")
"...But you are of course an exception, Miss Black. Please go ahead."
Delilah, upon entering, would find Lucien sitting in a chair, near the left side of the room. His face was still very bruised, but the swelling had gone down. His shoulder, both hands, and his entire midsection were covered in bandages. He was not wearing a shirt (he couldn't fit one over the bandages and a button-up was too cumbersome with his hands wrapped), but Lucien couldn't even consider himself indecent because the bandages left nothing to see.
The man looked slightly irked, but happy to see her. "Delilah, it's good to see you."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 21, 2013 0:02:57 GMT -8
"The Lightning Dragon is still in recovery, and generally not taking visitors..."
Delilah met the guard's gaze with a cool, somewhat aloof stare. She did not care so very much for this man's expression, but she was patient, and smiling pleasantly still.
For now.
"...But you are of course an exception, Miss Black. Please go ahead."
The mechanic would give a slight nod of acknowledgement, still smiling. When she said "Thank you," in her politest voice, what she actually meant was DAMN STRAIGHT. But she didn't say that because that would be rude, and Delilah was never rude, except when she wanted to be, which was not now.
She would enter the tower, ascend the stairs, and arrive to find Lucien in a chair and looking like hell. Bandaged, bruised, battered and broken. She beamed at him in spite of his slightly disgruntled expression, walking towards him briskly.
"Delilah, it's good to see you."
"Lucien! I see you've gotten yourself fucked up!" she replied as though she had just mentioned how well he looked. She strode right up to the chair, peering down at him. She tossed the knapsack beside the arm and began walking around him, examining. "What's the damage and what happened?"
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 21, 2013 18:32:34 GMT -8
Lucien smiled at the sentiment. He'd been fucked up, alright. He would have chuckled, or even laughed hoarsely, but it would have hurt too much.
"My initiation into the Dragons went swimmingly. Let's see, broken nose, cracked jaw, two broken ribs, two cracked ribs, five cracked knuckles... I also may have a punctured lung. Not quite sure." He replied. Her walking around him was slightly unnerving, he felt like prey being circled by a.. Well, a crow.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 24, 2013 13:23:08 GMT -8
Delilah chuckled, boots clicking as she walked around him. "Somebody needs to drink more milk~." She stopped just to the right of him, staring down at his face. Sharp blue eyes narrowed slightly.
"Who on earth treated your wounds?"
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 24, 2013 16:11:09 GMT -8
Lucien frowned at the comment about milk. She was acting like a mother whose child broke their arm falling out of a tree.
"The Dragons did, in their pharmacy. A man named August took me there, I think.."
Her stare unnerved him. What was she staring at...?
"Why? Is there something wrong with how I was treated...?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 24, 2013 18:23:29 GMT -8
Nodding as if to herself, she reached into the pack she brought with her, pulling out a thermos and a small glass. Pouring two ounces of warm brandy into the glass, she handed it to Lucien.
And then she leaned forward on the arm of his chair, and pinched the bridge of his nose, giving it a sharp tweak to the side. There would be a crack, and assuredly pain as it was rebroken. Feeling where the bone aligned, she put it in it's proper place, pulled a large metal paper clip out of her pocket, and used it to hold the fracture in place.
"Your nose wasn't set properly." she said frankly, pushing the glass up to his face.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 25, 2013 21:37:04 GMT -8
Wait, why the alcohol...? Is this a social visit? How nice of Delilah, that's pretty nice indeed. Wait, why is she getting closer. TOO CLOSE. Wait, my nose is still--
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" Lucien hollered as his nose cracked out of its recently acquired position. Blood began seeping out of his nostrils as Delilah re-set the nose and clamped it in crudely with an industrial paperclip.
Hearing her reasoning behind it didn't make it any better. Having the glass shoved in his face might have, had he not been just starting to spew blood out of his nose. His mouth was open to breathe, as his nose would not allow for such trivial things as air passage. He grabbed the glass out of her hand and tilted it back with his face, letting the liquid pour right down his throat as he tried to keep the flood of vital essence from spewing out his orifices. Instead, it decided to chase the alcohol down his throat, into his stomach. The clip seemed to help slightly, but not enough to stop the gushing.
"Ffffffuck be. You could hab giben me a warding first..." He managed to get out, between the gasps for air.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 28, 2013 22:33:15 GMT -8
She patted him on the shoulder, gently, "Ah, but if you knew, you might have protested."
Hand still on his shoulder, she started pressing her thumb into the divot between his shoulder and his collarbone, firmly, perhaps uncomfortable, but not overly painful. Then again, Lucien was in a rough way...
"Acupressure," she abbreviated. One of the only healing things she knew how to do, aside from the whole Valkyrie armour thing. "Stimulate blood-flow; speed healing." She side stepped along his chair, following the muscle group to the divot between his bicep and tricep.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 29, 2013 21:43:54 GMT -8
Lucien's face throbbed as his eyes teared up involuntarily. Delilah might have had the right idea, but still... Ow.
And then she kept... touching him... Wow that was deep. If Lucien hadn't known about the woman's toughened mechanic hands, he would have assumed her Qi was active as she pressed through the skin, into the muscle groups. Massive pain, yes, but such deep tissue pressure was, especially in such a tender place.
"Ah..." He grunted, as he reluctantly allowed her to continue on his shoulders. The personal contact bothered him, especially prolonged, but he trusted Delilah, if perhaps a little less now that she'd re-broken his nose.
"How did you leard how to do dis?" He asked, impassable nasal canals still impeding his speech. He really hoped it wasn't entirely self-tought.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 30, 2013 21:52:52 GMT -8
"Mm," she started noncommittally with a shrug, "It was the first thing I learned from my sensei a few years ago. I went back into training to get a better grasp of budo, since I was feeling like I lost it. But I wanted to have a 'normal' life, so I asked him to teach me how to heal. I...wasn't suited for it."
Working her way down his arm as she spoke, she would stop as she looked at the state of his knuckles with pursed lips. It was healing; clearly the Dragon medics had done a bang-up job with some difficult injuries...it just meant that the state of that healing meant that she couldn't work in that particular area, same as his ribs. Satisfied, she would switch sides of the armchair, starting on his other arm.
"We got as far as stitching wounds. The acuperessure and anatomy teaching was a lead in for things I'm...better suited for."
Glazing over the details, but the story behind it was clear. Or so she hoped; she wouldn't deny Lucien any questions if he asked.
"--Did you learn anything similar when you were training?"
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Dec 2, 2013 17:37:41 GMT -8
Lucien tried to relax, sinking back into his chair as Delilah worked her way down his frame. It was painful, yes, but also relaxing, and the areas felt much less painful afterwards. Though originally he had been adverse to the personal contact, he now opened his arms up to her so she could reach the pressure points on the inside of the arms, allowing her full control.
"I only learned the pressure points in my training. Though, I'm not used to them being done on me... No one could ever reach mine." He commented.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Dec 5, 2013 18:53:50 GMT -8
"I only learned the pressure points in my training. Though, I'm not used to them being done on me... No one could ever reach mine."
She chuckled near his ear, "When you're aware of where they are, you suddenly don't want anyone touching them. For example," she started working the point between his bicep and triceps, albeit gently. "If you destroy this one on the left side on a person, you will cause a heart attack within three days.
"Not many people are versed in how to apply that knowledge. I suppose that's where our art comes as a blessing. Nothing is off limits."
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Dec 5, 2013 21:44:38 GMT -8
As soon as she mentioned the whole bit about heart attacks, Lucien became a little more... apprehensive... about her touching him. It was a good thing he trusted Delilah with his life, or else he would have been very afraid of the woman in that moment.
He had something else on his mind, though. Something that had been on his mind for a while, now.
"Thanks for, ah, not causing me to die... Hey, do you mind if I ask you a question? About.." He looked around, when there was obviously no one around, and no one that would know what they were talking about if they did hear. The upsides to having a giant tower to basically yourself. He still took care to whisper, though.
"About them... You know, the corner of Cherry and Willow...?"
It seemed that his nose had stopped bleeding, now, and if only he could blow his nose...
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Dec 9, 2013 14:44:16 GMT -8
Her eyes flicked up to Lucien's at his question while she pressed the pressure point just south of his elbow on his forearm. Studying him closely for a moment, she released the point and straightened her back, looking somewhat grim.
"Them."
She hadn't heard from any of them in some time, herself, but that was the design Cain had when he came back to end things for good with her.
"What question is that?"
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