silverking | ✖ IC CONTACT #3

You'll live.

[Figuratively and literally.]

It isn't as though...

[He trails off, quiet as he brings Yaha inside once more, leads him past the mess in the dining area and to the kitchen.]

[Isn't as though what? They won't still spend time with one another? Because that comes to an end with the theft of his property and Priscilla's ire. It isn't as though they won't talk? That may be doable, but speaking in person is not so likely, not unless certain behavioral patterns are changed.]

It isn't as though this is permanent, but I don't tell you that to get your hopes up.

[He leaves the elf near the counter in order to fill a bucket and the sink with hot, clean water.]

One never knows what the future holds...but I can assure you, if things don't change, there won't even be a future.

[ The elf is silent as he listens to what it is that Isley has to say. ]

You are the one that should have to change. It is hardly my fault that I am without sanity. This is something that was forced upon me.

[ He looks away, dejected. ]

It isn't up for debate.

[Taking the bucket and a rag, Isley heads back toward the Mess Hall. He is no stranger to manual work, and even founded the Order on the grounds its members pull their share of the work in every existing way possible.]

[At the door he stops, however, glancing back at the elf.]

Use the water in the sink to clean yourself. Please be thorough. I may not be able to stay here with you tonight, but I don't intend to leave you on your own, either.

I will be on my own? Will Rigardo come to spend time with me?

[ He turns to look toward Isley then. His shoulders remain slumped as he kneels down to gently touch the ground. Lips moving in the same manner of before when he calls his illusions to appear. His anger is having little outlet, but the drink has him forget what spell to properly word to create. This only makes a wall abruptly appear in front of Isley which works well enough as he walks to the sink to clean himself.

A single strike will break the illusion, but he hardly cares. He is not in the mood to be helpful. ]

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[The wall captures Isley's attention for a moment. He reaches out a free hand curiously to touch it, but able to sense that it is not real, he sings his arm and dispels the illusion.]

[...Already he feels sorry for Anders, but he expects the mage is better equipped for dealing with Yaha.]

I will not be calling Rigaldo for this.

[He pushes open the door and says as he leaves the elf to his petulance:]

It's Anders that I will be summoning here.

[Now it's a simple matter of cleaning up the mess before calling the other man, that way there are fewer questions to be asked.]

No.

[ Grabbing the nearest item, he throws it at Isley's back. ]

Anders can't see me like this!

[Another time, if things were less unsteady, if the terms were better, the object might have been permitted to strike Isley - by Isley himself - but as it is, he turns, catching it in one hand, crushing it, and letting the mess of metal whatever-it-was fall to the floor noisily.]

Then, I suggest you get yourself cleaned up...and I suggest you get your act together. You waste time by arguing with me, and you waste my patience.

Then simply release that anger upon this body rather than bottle it up for the sake of appearances. It's troubling. Ever so troubling. I would rather that we make reconciliation through something other than words. There is no point in anything other than that... it is just words... or is that all that you are, Isley.

[ He steps back to return to the sink to start to clean himself up. ]

...You would enjoy that too much, Yaha. Besides, I reserve those kinds of actions for those that deserve my focus. Presently? You do not.

[He leaves it at that and exits the kitchen.]

[He won't be goaded into some kind of physical confrontation, not after all that's already happened. He would like to take the Victoria back to Anatole, to see Priscilla and reassure her with his presence in the city. Surely that will mean something to her? It will mean more to Isley than the gratification gained by turning Yaha into a bloody pulp, that is for sure.]

[In the Mess Hall, Isley focuses on cleaning up the baskets and opened bottle of wine. These things cannot be left lying about with samples of human flesh within them, so he will take them with him back to the city. Yaha can pick up his basket from his room when he moves his other belongings out.]

[As to the rest...the blood on the floor, the bench and table - the broken glass, splintered wood - these things Isley takes his time cleaning up, which is considerably less time given his proficiency when it comes to working.]

[And when it is all done? He pulls out his Forge to make a call to Anders...]

[ If Anders is truly coming, he goes to cleaning himself up. Soaking his shirt so to clean the red out of it, which does little to help. He pulls it off to continue with the vicious scrubbing to clean the red out of it as best he can -- takes a cloth to clean the red that is staining his skin. The color shall now be because of how hard that he has been scrubbing across his face and hair. It is a vicious and rather painful cleaning of himself.

His drunken self is not sobering up that much despite all that he tries -- vision still so fuzzy and he eventually feels that he is clean enough to tug the tunic back over his body to sit down against the sink, resting his head against his knees. ]

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