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Post by hazel on Jul 15, 2010 20:59:52 GMT -5
her wings were so cumbersome. bright white and seeming to glow in the gloom, they stood out like a sore thumb. and yet, the tiny girl made no move to retract them, simply hovering about the outskirts of town. her speed was slow, and the way she doubled over places she had already flown gave the flight a pacing sort of appearance. as if anyone was watching. blinking, round and child-like blue eyes scanned the dark areas around her. she could see no one, but then again her eyesight was no better than any ordinary human's would be. sighing, she turned about, squinting into sudden light. the shape of a small diner at a truckstop beamed into view, and a familiar grumbling of the girl's belly made her touch ground again, her tiny feet balancing her tiny body well as she hid her wings under a lightweight jacket. along with the tummy grumbling, ellie felt a heaviness in her gut, and pressed her lips together as she picked up the pace. she needed to use the bathroom. approaching the small diner, she eyed the shabby-like place and was surprised it was open this late. though, at a truckstop, she supposed it had to be. and she also supposed she'd need to buy something before using the bathroom. blinking and pushing the heavy glass door inward, the silvery blonde girl looked around, seeing that the entire place was almost deserted. she found herself a table in the corner, a booth, and was immediately attacked by an overly cheery waitress waving a menu. she reached up, gently grasping it before the woman did any damage, laying it on the table. she ordered a cup of coffee to drink, and excused herself to the bathroom. she was back before long, sliding into the cracked leather seat and finding her cup of coffee steaming before her. she smiled, adding sugar and cream to it before stirring and sipping. the cheery waitress as back before she had a chance to swallow, making her quirk a brow as she set her cup down. ellie was not the most patient of angels, though she kept her frustration retained as she ordered chocolate chip pancakes with a slice of chocolate cake. it seemed that the itty bitty angel had some sort of fettish for chocolate, and she had a habit fo eating it whenever she could. leaning back, the tiny girl took another sip of her coffee, spluttering as the sip grew too big and she burned her tongue. word count over three hundred wearing clickehtag kirill notes <33
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Post by Kirill Fedoseev on Jul 20, 2010 0:49:21 GMT -5
  Shrugging into his leather jacket, Kirill opened his car door and stepped out of the vehicle. Lucy's Diner was rather lifeless, though it was no surprise given the time of night; but it was still unnerving to some degree as his eyes spotted all the dark corners that someone, or something, could be lurking within. His hands immediately went for the gun hidden under his jacket. Relief spilled through him at once as his fingers brushed the rough, cool grip; he silently cursed having to be there. Tractor trailers always gave him the creeps, and it wasn't long before he made his way swiftly to the entrance of the diner. The blonde-haired man stepped quietly into the small diner, his blue eyes at once scouring the place in search of the one he had been following for what seemed like ten hours, though in reality is was more like one. He had been given the assignment of an Angel by the name of Eloise Rousseau, and not even reading up on the information given to him could have prepared him for the shock that soon undulated through him. Her picture did her no justice.
She looked so young, so fragile: like a child. Did it feel right? No. Not at all. Who would want to harm a creature who was no bigger than a child? Even the air around her, the way she carried herself, was full of life and brightness. What could she have possibly done to deserve being targeted? The answer came to him, and made him grimace inwardly. Nothing at all; someone simply wanted a message sent, and he was to be the messenger. The petite angel did no more than exist, to fill the world with her light, and he was sent to exterminate her as if she were no more than a bothersome insect. But a job was a job, right? No. This, the hunting, wasn't his job: it was a disguise, and while it wasn't one he would simply give up for the sake of sparing an innocent girl's life, he was willingly to give her some leeway. He'd stall, and perhaps it would be enough. If it wasn't, well... he couldn't say he didn't try.
He waited until the waitress left to calmly walk over to the girl's booth and slide in so he was facing her. Setting his hands on the table, fingers entwined, he studied the angel's face for a moment before opening his mouth to speak. “I am giving you the opportunity of a lifetime.” Kirill absently turned his gaze out the window, narrowing his eyes some as if he were studying the dark, dismal scenery that lurked outside the diner. He tilted his head as he paused and took in a small breath. “Run.” His eyes snapped forward, the ice depths swirling coldly and sharply as he locked eyes with the angelic girl.
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Post by hazel on Jul 20, 2010 1:00:16 GMT -5
eloise leaned back in her seat, shifting around until her wings were comfortable under the jacket. she looked down, tucking some stray feathers away so it was entirely hidden before letting out a soft sigh, reaching up to rub her left eye. with her hair a mess and spilling around her face, and the rubbing of her eye, she looked like a sleepy child wanting to stay up on christmas eve. her right eye, free to see, caught sight of a big man entering the diner, his resolve clear on his face as he slid into her booth, facing her with his hands clasped on the table. her mouth dropped open, her fist still on her eye as she blinked at him, digesting his words slowly with the wave of grogginess that fell over her before. she quirked a brow.
alright, it was obvious that he was a hunter and he was out for her. she leaned forward, letting her fist drop from her eye to her lap and she eyed him with round blue irises before shaking her head. "no. i just ordered a heap of chocolate and dammit i am going to eat it." she lifted her hand, pointing to the bigger man and pursing her lips in a sort of childish pout. "and you're not gonna do a thing until i finish eating it. then we can dance." she informed him, pausing and looking up as the waitress brought the pancakes and cake over. her finger was still pointed, but in a hurry it had grabbed her fork and she began daintily munching on her meal. "i assume you already know my name if you're hunting me. but i don't know yours. what is it?" she asked plaintively, not looking up from her pancakes.
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Post by Kirill Fedoseev on Jul 20, 2010 3:41:51 GMT -5
She was silent for a moment, and during the moment of hesitation he wondered what it was she was thinking; she stared at him with big blue eyes, much like a deer caught in headlights. And then she shook her head. She shook her head, and voiced an objection. Kirill's eyes grew wide with sheer surprise. No? She wasn't going to run? Before he could even ask, she boldly rose a small finger and pointed at him. Her next words were like icing on the cake, and Kirill's jaw just about hit the table. She was not only brushing his offer at an escape away, but she was objecting to it for pancakes? His eyes narrowed questioningly, too surprised to utter even a sound as the waitress sauntered over with Eloise's order. As if Kirill posed no threat, the angel didn't skip a beat in picking up the fork and promptly, and eloquently, stuffing her face. Was she insane? His eye twitched as she watched him, his irritation rising.
His irritation was short lived when Eloise opened her mouth again, this time not for food. Her question, just as her brave words, took him off guard. Unable to help himself, Kirill let out a small, surprised laugh. “My name?” A Russian accent dripped from the two words he spoke, as he was too shocked to hide it. He was at a loss for words, despite the simplicity of the question. Was this really happening? “I.. Kirill.” And then his irritation returned, swift and hard. She had to be insane, and was being rather stupid to say the least. Without thinking, his right hand reached out and snatched the fork from the angel's delicate hand. He threw it to the floor and did as she did and pointed a finger at her. “Do you not understand what I am offering you, or are you truly that daft of a creature?” If that was the case, perhaps she did deserve to be offed, and he quickly squelched the slight twinge of guilt for that thought. Whether or not there was reason behind her being a target, he wasn't going to shed his disguise in The Union; it would spoil his true hunt, and yet he couldn't quite ignore the fact that, aside from obviously lacking a brain, the angel, the girl, in front of him most likely hadn't done a single thing wrong in her life worth deserving death.
The fact that she so easily brushed off the opportunity he gave her irritated him to no end, and rubbed him the wrong way. “Don't fuck with me. Just get up and leave.” And if she didn't? What then? Well, then he'd just drag her out himself. Fuck dancing, as she put it. He was in no mood for games at this point.
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Post by hazel on Jul 20, 2010 7:36:58 GMT -5
she knew he was surprised, and she knew his jaw was probably gaping right now. still, the chocolate cake and pancakes were really good and she had a strong desire to finish them. he fell silent for a moment, bursting out with a short laugh and then stuttering out his name. eloise caught a russian accent in his words, and couldn't help but think how neat it would be to have a cool accent, convienently forgetting that she still had a french accent. continuing to forget it, she nodded and kept eating, only stopped out of force when kirill's hand snaked into view, snatching her fork quickly and tossing it to the dirty floor. her eyes immediately narrowed and she eyed the fork, her eyes moving up to glitter with all the venom of a child who was just picked on. glaring at the much bigger man, she picked up a pancake with her fingers, leaning back in her seat and quirking a brow. "i'm not daft, i am hungry. jeez, it's always something with you hunters." she sighed, polishing off the pancake.
"i am not, as you so bluntly put it, fucking with you. i just want to eat." she then used her spoon for the slice of cake, unwilling to draw any attention to her or kirill about the dropping of the fork. no one had batted an eye before, as if there was anyone there to bat an eye, and she wasn't about to start anything now. she took one, two, three bites of the cake, trying to bite big and chew fast. while kirill over there was walking a fine line with her, she knew she was walking a fine line herself. death by chocolate, how cliche. she hurried to sip her coffee and stood up, standing no taller than four feet and eleven inches, and slipped out of her booth. the tip of her wing shimmied out, and without acknowledging it, she stepped to the cashier, paying without a formal bill, and exited lucy's diner. her back facing the lighted building, she shook her head. "besides, i know you won't kill me. you don't want to." she stated boldly, spinning on her heels with her arms over her chest.
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Post by Kirill Fedoseev on Jul 20, 2010 13:37:48 GMT -5
Kirill's lips tugged slightly on the right side, a lopsided smirk in the making, as he searched Eloise's eyes; the child-like glare was, if anything, amusing and her actions that followed were yet again a bit surprising. A soft sigh slipped from between Kirill's lips as the delicate Angel picked up a pancake and settled back against her seat, objecting to be daft. Whether or not she was hungry would not have mattered in the least if he was a real hunter; it would be quite hard for her to be hungry if she was dead, but he kept his thoughts to himself. The boldness the girl held within her was something close to amazing, and it left him rather speechless and unable to immediately react anyway. He quirked a brow as Eloise swore. If his eyes had not been tracing the fine curves of her lips he wouldn't have believed that such a foul word could come from the soft Angel. It was so unfitting, but appearances weren't everything, and Eloise was most certainly not what she seemed in the least. Petite she was, but weak was something that she was beginning to appear less and less. Seeing no point in saying anything, Kirill followed Eloise's example and leaned back against the leather cushioning of his seat. If she wanted to eat, fine, she could eat; his eyes never left her, his icy gaze watching her every move and bite.
He blinked as Eloise finished and, without a word, slipped from her side of the table and stood. The soft glimmer of a wing caught his eye from under a piece of garment. How odd that she wore her wings, when most Angels chose to appear more human. Kirill wasted no time in moving from his seat and rising from the table, giving a curt nod to the waitress, and then trailing Eloise out of the small establishment. They made it not even a step outside of the diner before the Angel spoke, and her words, for the umpteenth time, caught him off guard. He scrambled for words and ordered his tongue to work, and after a moment he found the words he was searching for.
“Whether or not I want to has no weight on my decisions, and what I do. We all do things that we don't want to do.” Kirill remained behind her as he spoke, swallowing the fire that clawed up his throat. He could feel it. His anger and annoyance was rising, and not because the Angel was able to read him so easily; his irritation lay in her unwillingness to get the fuck away! Did she not understand that if she didn't leave he would be forced to kill her? Like her, he spoke only the truth. He didn't want to kill her, but that didn't mean he wouldn't. The fact that she brushed off his warnings so easily, as if he held no threat, made anger stir inside him; but he was also curious on some level. Was she just blowing smoke out her ass in hoping that her words were true, or did she actually know that he didn't wish to harm her? “But you should not assume that I don't want to kill you. What makes you think I don't?” His question was serious; despite her words causing his irritation to flare like some itchy, burning rash, her statement had also perked his interest; but he didn't give her any time to actually answer.
She was wearing on his patience, no matter how much interest her words evoked. As if going through with the job wasn't hard enough; Eloise was simply making matters worse. His hand reached into his leather jacket and gripped the cold handle of the gun he had nestled in a holster. He slowly pulled it from it's resting place. “Perhaps I fancy myself a nice game of Hide 'n Seek...” Kirill raised the GP 35 until it was level with Eloise's head; if he were to fire, it would be a direct head shot, and more than deadly with the lack of distance between them. “And playing with me is not an option. You have twenty seconds to get out of my sight. One.. two.. three..”
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Post by hazel on Jul 20, 2010 14:00:32 GMT -5
had this been the first time eloise was chosen as prey for a hunter, everything would be different. she could remember the first time, she wasn't that old, and she remembered being genuinely terrified. she thought she was going to die, right then and there. and now, standing across from kirill, a gun aimed point blank at her head, she couldn't gulp down the burst of panic that flared in her chest. but then again, it wasn't overwhelming like it used to be. she took a moment of silence to think about his words, and she shifted her weight to her left hip, her eyes meeting his with an indifference that was out of place with the situation. she kept very still, her eyes unblinking and her nerve unwavering.
"you lie." she replied, feeling her cheeks flush red. "why do you think that i was so calm when you approached? do you think this is the first time?" she asked, still standing stoic and still, her eyes not on the gun, but on the big body of kirill. "none of the others wanted to either." she paused in her words, hearing the crunch of a twig behind her. she didn't flinch and she didn't turn, though her wings quivered underneath her jacket. hoping that no one saw that, she smirked at the hunter in front of her. "and why do you think there's a backup sent?" she heard the click of a trigger. "duck." and with that one word, she burst into movement, letting her feet slip out from under her and dropping to the ground within moments, twirling onto her back to face the side, keeping an eye both in front and behind her. now, this was a first. she had dealt with it calmly, but now she felt her heart race within her chest. two against one was an unfair fight, and she certainly didn't know what to do at this point. a loud bang filled the air again, and she shot up into the air, her jacket fluttering to the ground as she landed five feet from where she had been standing, smoke rising from the ground. the hidden one was a good shot. "shit."
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Post by Kirill Fedoseev on Aug 3, 2010 0:44:10 GMT -5
Kirill eyed Eloise curiously as she stared at him. Fright didn't skitter across her gaze as she stared, point-blank, at the gun only inches from her face. Usually people at this point pissed their pants, but there she stood, straight and refined as if he held nothing at all in his hand. How annoying. A slight frown tugged at his lips as she opened her mouth to speak, and as soon as the words left her tongue his attention was gone and elsewhere. Paying attention wasn't his forte when the last of his patience was hanging on by a thread, and he didn't hide the fact that his mind was elsewhere. Mouth slightly opened, Kirill's eyes drifted toward the ground and his brows rows in a nearly exasperated manner as the Angel drawled on about something that he didn't entirely care about. He was still counting, and she only had seconds remaining.
' Fifteen.. Sixteen.. Seventeen.. Eigh- back up? ' That caught Kirill's attention and his icy gaze was on Eloise just as she ordered him to duck. Acting on instinct alone, Kirill did as he was told and not only ducked but moved to the side. He hadn't heard a thing, then again he wasn't paying attention at all except for the seconds passing by until he'd be forced to shoot. Was it wrong that he felt a bit of relief for the new distraction, that he'd be forced to, for the moment, spare the oddity that was the Angel? His questions went unanswered as the sound of a gunshot sounded and he curiously glanced down at the gun in his hands, his finger still loose on the trigger. The shot most certainly didn't come from him. Backup. Right. As he watched Eloise move out of the way, for once an emotion suitable for the situation running across her face, Kirill knew the “backup” wasn't his partner. Lev was a much better shot.
“For fuck, learn how to aim.” He shot out, irritation dripping from each word as stood. Just as he did, another shot rang out and fire blazed down the entirety of his arm as he felt a searing pain drill into his shoulder.
“How's that?” Sarcasm was obvious in the voice, and as the pain of being shot took the mobility of his arm he knew that the “backup” must have heard the small exchange between Hunter and Angel; giving Eloise the chance to run wasn't going to remain a secret, as he had hoped, and the Hunter seemed to take it upon himself to correct the mistake.
“If you meant to fucking shoot me, cheers!” And then the other Hunter moved; Kirill could make him out just through the blanket of shadows, and he spotted the gun. The Hunter was aiming, this time for Eloise. If he was found out, in a way, then there was no more need to pretend; nor was there a need for Eloise to lose her life, not that there was much need before. It just made his decision that much more simpler. Kirill moved, dove really, toward Eloise. Ground and Angel met him within a second, and his body covered her body and then some as he ignored the pain in his shoulder and wrapped his arms around the tiny girl's frame, regardless if she protested; No sooner had he moved for Eloise, the Hunter fired yet again and thankfully missed. Hoorah for shitty aim.
Kirill's aim was hardly as sloppy, and through the pain he relinquished an arm from around Eloise and aimed, gun still in hand. One round was all it took, and the poor excuse of a man was down with a single bullet to the forehead. Apparently he was just as slow and stupid as he was a shitty shot. “Fucking Hunters.” He muttered, pulling away from Eloise and tossing his gun to the side as tossed himself backward and sitting on the ground. His left hand slapped over his wound and he groaned, casting an unintentional accusing glare at the Angel. “Why couldn't you have just run?”
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Post by hazel on Aug 3, 2010 7:20:51 GMT -5
everything began moving fast. gunshots began blaring, and eloise found that even as she moved, there was a single shot that couldn't have been aimed at her. maybe she had been wrong about this guy being a good shot, but no one was that bad. at least, no hunter she had come across was that bad. nor should they be, in a profession revolving around the idea of killing. the darkness was as eyeblinding as before, and yet the lights of the diner were great in reflecting off of the bullets and the gun in the shadows. glad to not yet be handicapped by the situation, eloise's eyes scanned the area. her eyes caught sight of where the other hunter was, and then they caught sight of kirill. the guy was bleeding from the shoulder, and within moments he had thrown himself at her, knocking them both to the ground and out of the way of yet another stupid bullet that rang through the air harmlessly. she eyed the wound for a moment, blinking and silent as he rolled off of her, aiming his own gun and shooting the bullet with precision before collapsing back and bringing a hand to his shoulder.
the accusing glare was somewhat amusing, though eloise knew it may have been her fault she didn't run. still, there was no fun in simply making a clean getaway. and what was this human worried about anyway? dusting herself off, she shuffled toward kirill, attempting to bat his hand away from his shoulder. "well, if i ran there would be no fun. am i right?" she asked mildly, once again eyeing the wound. "now no fidgeting." she spoke, her mouth set in a grim line. she knew that if she were to do this, not only would the wound be hers but her accelerated healing would have serious implications. still, the severity it was on an angel wouldn't be near the severity it was on this human, hunter or not. she placed her hand just over the wound with the opposite arm, concentrating hard and narrowing her blue eyes. her hand and kirill's shoulder seemed to glow for the moments it took for his shoulder to heal completely, gunshot gone. the shirt was still torn and bloody, but healing didn't clean up messes. she had finished, and backed away from kirill, gasping a little as she reached for her jacket. the wound was bright and painful on her own shoulder, blood trickling down her arm and dripping onto her clothes. fumbling with her jacket, she used her good hand and teeth to tie the sleeves around the wound, hoping the tightness of it was enough and not too much. finished, she lay back, her gaze darting to kirill. "jeez, the things i do for damn humans." she smirked a little, though her face had gone white as a sheet. "there, i believe we're even now."
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Post by Kirill Fedoseev on Sept 6, 2010 18:42:15 GMT -5
Kirill glared at her words, though he felt himself on the brink of smiling despite the bullet in his shoulder. She was right; there would have been not as much fun in her running, but still. If she had run then he could have easily avoided being shot and digging himself into a bigger hole than he had meant to. It was all her fault that the hunter had died, and it was all her fault that he had been shot; well, it was easier to blame it all on Eloise than to continue to think about it all. Like why he had not shot her, why he had simply not killed her, and why he continued to not finish the job. It was all too confusing for him, but he had a good enough excuse now not to think about it anymore.
The pain in his shoulder was slowly ebbing away, but with any movement it came back full force and sending his mind almost reeling from the amount of burning pain. Kirill's cold eyes snapped to Eloise when she moved toward him and at her words he recoiled back from her, despite what she said and the objection in his shoulder as he moved away; the quick jerk caused him to wince, and he glared more at Eloise, blaming her for the sudden rush of new pain. “Don't touch me with your midget hands. I'm fine.” He quietly barked, but she didn't seem to listen as she encroached upon his personal space once more and touched his shoulder; he would have jerked away once more, had it not been the new sensation that spilled over him as her fingers brushed his skin.
Despite the pain his was in, her soft touch brought a soothing warmth over his arm even before she healed him. For a moment, he stared at her, his glare softening some; he wasn't expecting her touch to be so soft and gentle, and in some way he found it alluring. But he quickly shoved the thoughts away and his glare hardened once more. “You can't be serio-” Kirill started, but his words fell flat as he felt the bullet inside him move and his eyes snapped from Eloise to his shoulder. It felt as if the bullet was being pulled out of his shoulder, but at the same time it didn't hurt. His wound felt numb, almost, and his mouth fell slightly open as the bullet finally fell out of his shoulder and hit the ground. In a matter of seconds, the broken and bloodied skin re-patched itself until there was only blood left to tell of what had happened to his shoulder. Not even a scar remained.
In all his years, Kirill never once experienced what it was like to be healed and he blinked at his shoulder. There was no more pain, no more fire; it was as it was before he had been shot, and then some. Amazed, he brought his other hand up to brush his fingers along the skin that only moments before been broken and a small, amused smile flitted across his lips as he caught on to her words. “I didn't ask you for your help, Eloise.” He murmured as he turned his blue gaze on her. His smile slowly fell as he blinked, noting how pale her face had become. She was normally pale, he knew, and the added moonlight didn't help, but the paleness that fell over her face wasn't normal. It was as if she were in pain, and losing blood. “Are you alright?” Kirill asked just as his eyes caught her movements and moved to her shoulder, where he spotted the blood from her shoulder; the same shoulder that he had been shot in.
“Eloise.” He knew that angels had the ability to heal, as well as heal others, but the healing others was something he had never before witnessed. He hadn't realized that they took on the injury, and for a moment he felt a pang of guilt. “You really didn't have to do that. I didn't ask for your help.” He repeated softly, though the guilt was smothered as his gaze hardened. He had fought to keep her safe, and she had to go and injure herself even though it was to heal him. “I don't care about calling it even. I was trying to keep you safe, and you go and..” Kirill sighed and shook his head. Could she be any more irritating? Probably not. Frustrated, albeit a bit annoyed, Kirill opened his eyes and cast a softer glance at her, not wanting to be entirely rude when she did heal him without him having to ask her. Not that he would have, anyway. “Thank you, but you really didn't have to do that. Will you be alright?” He moved a bit closer to her and gently reached out, brushing his fingers over her makeshift bandage. “Would you like me to take you to the hospital?” He wasn't at all sure when her healing would kick in, if at all, and if it didn't then he didn't want her bleeding out or getting an infection.
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Post by hazel on Sept 7, 2010 19:43:06 GMT -5
she hadn't been injured in quite awhile. the pain made her bite her lower lip hard, and she took deep breaths. in a way she had been spoiled, never feeling the slightest cut or anything. she was always too fast, she always got away or she healed too fast to feel a thing if she tripped and fell. after that while of feeling no pain, this was like a burst of agony. eloise's gaze darted to the bandaged wound, blood seeping through the jacket. she would heal soon, though how soon she didn't exactly know. it wasn't like she'd ever jumped in front of a bullet before. well, actually she never did. she just healed someone who had. in an essence. when kirill spoke, she rolled her eyes, leaning back on her good arm and shooting an exasperated look to him. her face was still pale, but her eyes were gleaming as usual, despite an added dullness. "of course i'm not alright, skippy. but i will be." she fell quiet, letting the hunter ramble in soft tones. he sure could be talkative, she noticed, quirking a brow and kinking her legs up to her chest.
slowly, she kept her ears listening to what kirill was saying, but as she did so she got to her feet and almost fell right back over. black spots filled her vision for a moment before disappearing and she dusted herself off with her good arm. lifting her gaze, she let the hunter boy finish and sighed. "no hospital." she started, knowing that those silly human doctors would do nothing fast. of course, she didn't yet know how fast she healed from a wound like this. running her tongue along her teeth, she flickered her gaze from kirill to the wound, dithering for a moment. "although ..." she trailed off, rubbing the back of her neck and peering up at the man ruefully. "i've never actually done this before so i don't know how long it'll take to heal."
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