Valkyr

[Alison Marie]

sigma sat in his room with the pencil and paper in front of him, staring at the black page. suddenly he grabbed the pencil and started to draw. slowing down time to pay attention to the details. after he finished his first drawing he examened it closely. 'hmmm' he said under his breath. tossing the first one be hind him he started agian. after finishing this time he was satisfied. in a few minutes he had completed close the 20 drawings each one spead out beside the next. 'at this rate i wont have any more paper left.' the pencil was in dire need of sharpening before he decided to stop.

[Shenzii]

Rylyn sighed, "I'll live. I just need rest. I will need to get rid of the old valkyr when we return home." She pulled into the development and into her driveway quickly.

[Gen]

At the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, Gen looked back at it, still attempting to clean the cuts he'd received across his face. When he saw the Doberman he gulped and turned his head back, using his phone's front camera as a mirror to clean himself. He knew he looked suspicious but he could always tell a lie; the condosweren'tt all for that one person; he looked himself over. Petite and casually dressed. The long white hair may be a bit suspicious but other than that he wasn't too unusual.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono got out of the car when she parked. He leaned against the door, and could make out the faint scent of blood while waiting on Rylyn. Great... as if we didn't have enough problems to deal with.

[Gen]

Gen looked back at the car. There was another with the doberman. The cuts hadn't been life threatening, but the blood flooded out in the quantity that a nosebleed would; at twice the rate. Gen pressed his hand against as much of the slashes as he could cover and walked to the doberman's companion. His scent was covered by blood, and behind that was the scent of honey and dirt. Had it not have been for the blood pouring out from the slashes, his pale face and gentle eyes could've made him look angelic from the head up. The blood flowed down onto the collar of his lightly colored flannel. "Excuse me sir.." He spoke gently, and calmly. "I've got a small issue.. If it wouldn't trouble you or your companion.. Would you be able to get me a wet cloth? I would appreciate it greatly."

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono didn't make any threatening movements or glances, only gestured at the blood flow. "You need more than a wet washcloth for that much blood loss. Plus, you shouldn't have to dress like that if you don't have anything dangerous to hide..."

[Shenzii]

Rylyn looked at the stranger. She had her doubts about him. "I'll run inside and get a cloth and some bandages." She locked her car and went into the house. As she passed Chrono she whispered, "Don't let him out of your sight."

[Gen]

"What's the problem with the way I dress....?" He looked down at his clothing and back up to Chrono. He took his hand from his face with a wince, taking both and opening the flannel to expose a white T-shirt and the thin inside fabric of the flannel. "I've nothing to hide. All I have on my person is a cell phone; the reason I'm bleeding heavily. I simply request a cloth so I may clean my neck and get the blood on something that isn't-" He looked back suddenly after hearing footsteps to see a white tiger casualling conversing with someone as he walked with a slight limp. The tigers dangerous eyes met Gen's fearful eyes. After he heard the dobermans response he smiled a bit and looked to her.. "Thank you..."

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono shook his head as the man continued talking away. "Before I speak the finer terms of the word 'usually', I need to explain why we have every rational and logical right to deny you a cloth. Your wound, though fresh, has been bleeding longer than a minute, yet you are very calm about it. You have yet to explain how you got the wound, or who inflicted it upon you, which could mean that you are possibly from the city's underbelly, and don't want to go to a clinic to get the wound cleaned, like a common pedestrian or citizen would. Now that we have this established, I feel obligated to inform you that I will snap your neck if you give myself or my friend any attitude." He then cracked a smile. "So, why are there claw marks on your face?"

[Gen]

Gen looked up and sighed softly. "I don't wish to look any more weaker than I already do; I am not a very trusting or comfortable person. The fact I am telling you this is only because you're giving me the cloth and would like to know." He moved a bit closer, his voice lowering to a gentle whisper, to make sure the tiger wouldn't hear. "The tiger, walking behind me, had attempted to steal my cellphone. I kicked him in shin, which is the reason why he is limping. I also bit his paw, if you'd look at its underside you would probably find marks from human teeth. My teeth. The nearest clinic is quite a walk from here, and if I move too fast my nose shall start bleeding from high blood pressure. Furthermore, I do not know what the 'city's underbelly' is, as I have not lived here for longer than two months, and I apologize if I seemed to give you an attitude. I did not mean to seem disrespectful. Gen backed up, letting out a soft sigh. He had been letting out similar deep breaths for quite a while now, and his face was beginning to turn red as he reached up to softly rub the right side of his upper face with a gentle grunt; feeling and knowing that he was talking too much. He was feeling pain from the cuts on the left side of his face, but he didn't wish to show it; he didn't experience much physical pain in his life, never broken a bone. It was an effort to hold in the tears, which any man would never even get in the first place.  "Anymore questions?"

[Cifero Windtail]

"Well, we're not going to get anything done just standing around here," Fandral said. "Let's look elsewhere."
"Agreed," the ghost said, following Fandral out of the room.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono looked him over, then grinned widely and gave him a friendly smack on the back. "Nope, now I know who to deal with for causing problems. I'll 'talk' with the tiger once we get your cuts cleaned up."

[Alison Marie]

sigma looked around his room one more time. he was still sceptical of puting up his drawings. he had grown ucustomed to seeing the white walls. he stacked the drawings on top of one another carefully then put them in the drawer of his new desk witch was also white.

[Gen]

Gen made a squeak and was easily pushed forward by the hit on his back. "I... I'm not so sure that's a wise idea... He's probably already angered with me for kicking and biting.." He winced a bit, the cuts bleeding was beginning to slow but the cuts had also begun to sting and hurt even more. He turned his head away from scar to wipe a tear from his right eye. Weak, weak.. Why're you even here Gen? Have you forgotten what you want? The thoughts entered his head, reminding him why he was hiding in the bush. He was looking for drugs; a lowlife task. But it was Valkyr; a possible solution to his irregularity. These people were nice enough to supply him with bandages when he needed them; perhaps a change of heart was falling over him. Or the fact he didn't want to hurt people who helped him stepped in.

[Shenzii]

Rylyn came back out with a warm cloth. "Now what or who caused this..."