>It felt like it had been through hell, which was saying something given that he couldn't get burned. The dull ache across his chest was one thing, but whenever he tried to move his arms a sharp pain stabbed through him - not unbearably so, but enough to know that he probably shouldn't be doing it. What had he been doing last? Something had been on fire, and that was never good.
>As he slowly groaned and opened his eyes, the light in the room from the hanging crystals was thankfully a lot dimmer than the last scene he could recall, making looking around a hell of a lot easier than it used to be. Unfortunately, his vision was still blurry, and the only thing he could make out was a messy blue shape among the rest of the brown.
... Melody?
>And again he tried to move, only to find himself almost completely unable to do anything with his arms. Or the rest of his body, in fact, as though there were some kind of weight holding him down.
Melody Neige!aLEJudith. 21 Mar 2016 7:46:03 AM No.41296615>>41296616
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>>41296612 >Soon the fiery mage would discover why he couldn't move that much as the messy blue shape looms over him... or rather, on him. Melody had been sitting on Patrick's chest and used her legs to keep his arms pinned as well. That left her arms to be folded over her chest in disapproval.
Good, you're finally awake.
>The tone wasn't what he'd expect from her. It was icy and controlling, suited for someone who knew they had power over a person and was willing to use it. Her face matched the tone as well, giving Patrick a cold glare that could probably send chills down his spine if he were a lesser man. If not until now, then he could very well tell she and her elder sister were very much related to each other.
Now it's time for retribution....
>Unfolding her arms slowly, the girl raises her hand into the air and... >Continued.
>Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! >Each verbal blow was complimented with a weak punch to the chest and with his arms pinned, there was little that Patrick could do against the assault. She seemed upset.
You have any idea how worried I was about you? What were you thinking acting like that!? Did you really want to get yourself killed that badly?!
>Oh, and one other thing. >Poof!
And how dare you throw me like that! I'm a lady and not a child's ball!
>>41296616 >Poof, poof, poof! >Regardless of whether or not the blows were as light as a feather, the nasty scratches across his chest and back made him cringe slightly in pain with every shot, so Melody's message was met loud and clear, especially with that very Victoria-esque start to the whole thing. It was a chilling likeness to say the least, but beyond that there was only one thing on his mind.
>With the pain helping to sharpen his senses and make his vision clearer, it was plain to see she was almost entirely unharmed. No doubt both her and that other guy had something to do with that, but whether he'd failed or not his biggest worry was thankfully alleviated.
Heh... sorry about that. Did I really throw you...? Guess I didn't have any choice.
>It was a little difficult to remember exactly how the fight had gone down, but he vaguely recalled trying to get Melody away as soon as possible. Throwing her around wasn't exactly too far a stretch for him, so it wasn't hard to believe. Still, whatever had happened or whatever her state, Patrick simply smiled up at her as best he could through the pained expression caused by his injuries.
As long as you're okay... that's all that really matters.
>>41296684 Uuuuh, nope! I was trying to throw you to the other guy 'cause, you know, if you stuck around with me you'd have probably burnt to death.
But hey! You made it out perfectly alright, didn't you? Don't know about that punchy dude yet, but even I made it out unscathed, see- OW, FUCK!!
>Attempting to seriously move his arms was not going to be happening, particularly when the casts hadn't even really been set yet. There was some crystal around, so he was being magically treated, but unfortunately broken bones didn't tend to care very much whether you healed them with splints or painkiller-mixed water magic adjustment.
>>41298965 Well, no, not really, but I don't really tend to think about these things. I kinda just do them. I mean, if I'd run in any direction with you, the four of them would've just torn us to shreds, so I just thought 'how do I stop them from getting close?' and you saw how that went.
I might've forgotten you'd probably burn up if the flames got too big, which led to the whole throwing thing...
>If he could move his arms at all, he would've scratched his head in embarrassment and tried to get the locks of hair resting on his face away from his eyes. As it stood, though, he'd probably be stuck in this bed for quite a while.
... you're still on me, by the way.
>She was lucky he was covered by a medical gown, or someone might've misconstrued.
>>41299640 Well you could stand to! You'll live longer!
>Really, how did he last this long being so reckless?! uuuuuuuugh, he was so damn difficult! He was lucky he had such a nice body! Wait what? >And as Patrick pointed out, she was still indeed on him. Kind of forget about that in the moment of lecturing him on his foolishness.
....
>Realization came with face turning pink as she climbed off of him carefully and standing at the side of the bed.
W-well I just wanted to make sure you didn't do anything stupid! That's all!
>Well that and she wanted to make sure he couldn't block her blows when she punished him... and she didn't have any rope handy soooo...
>>41300853 Pffthahaha, I'm always doing stupid things! But I'm glad to hear you're a little worried about me. I'll try not to be too reckless, but if you're in trouble I can't make any promises!
>With that, Patrick settled into the bed a little more, getting used to the feeling of the quilt and pillows. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but there was nothing to complain about. If anything, he just wanted the use of his arms back.
Besides, I'm kind of stuck here for a while. You'll have to do without me for a bit, I'm afraid.
>Though it just meant she had to keep training to so he didn't have to be stupid just to protect her from danger. >Though Patrick mentioning that he'll be out of commission for a while wasn't surprising and she was already starting to plan around. Hopefully it won't be too long or her sister will have a chance to catch up to them before they make it out of the kingdom.
Well as long as I don't go out into the woods on my own, there shouldn't be a problem. I'll probably be busying myself with plans to get ride of those... beastkin anyway.
>Diplomatically would be nice, but she knew all too well that if everything could be solved with words, might would never be needed.
>The town was not gigantic, but the young man had never been particularly gifted with a sense of direction. Which is why he was generally grateful for the existence of trade caravans. Even so, he eventually managed to find the medical building. Rakohl pushes through the entrance and manages to spy the young lady and her bedbound companion.
>The young martial artist walks purposefully over to the pair of them, and upon reaching speaking distance, he inclines his head to the pair of them.
Hello there. Miss Farris told me that you wished to speak to me? About what had happened.
>He looks at both of them, though he was primarily addressing Melody, who was apparently the one who wanted to give her thanks. Though, he does look at Patrick in a somewhat worried manner.
>>41304985 <"Well as long as I don't go out into the woods on my own..." You don't do that, that's a bad idea.
>As much as he tried to chuckle, a harsh cough came over him that was likely due to the rib impacts he'd suffered - no broken ones at least, but some bruises here and there.
<"You just focus on resting up and recovering." Yeah... yeah, I think I'll do that.
>He hadn't been this injured in quite a while. Two broken arms was the worst those had ever been, but he'd had to deal with a broken arm and leg on one side before and that wasn't fun in the slightest. With this, at least he could walk.
>>41308529 Oh hey! If it isn't our friendly neighbourhood brawler!
>Not exactly the best description of the techniques used in practiced fighting, but it wasn't necessarily wrong either. It seemed the guy was a little bit worried about him, and even went as far as to apologise for not helping them out faster.
Oh, these? Pah, who needs hands anyway, right? Owowowow...
>Note to self: Stop trying to do silly hand gestures to match your dumb statements when they refuse to move.
>>41308529 >The entrance of the man is noticed by the noble and she turns to face him as he speaks.
Ah yes, I did! I never had a proper chance to thank you for your help or introduce myself.
>Though the memory of the fight did bring up other things but she did her best to push those aside for now. >With a small bow she gets to introducing herself... though she'll leave out the part about being a runaway noble and hope no one knows outside of the capital already.
I am Melody Neige, a noble of Termina and this reckless man...
>She points the currently bedridden mage.
Is Patrick Frye, he's my body guard.
>>41309890 >She could have said more, but his body was punishing him enough as it so...
Though he is right, if not for you we'd probably be in a far worse situation with those Beastkin.
>Do not say things! They may as well be monsters but he's the same race as them so be respectful!
>He seemed well enough to be cheerful, even if he managed to accidentally hurt himself again. The worried expression on Rakohl's face lessens slightly.
I only had to face one, you took on two at once and would have won, if not for one of them proving resistant to your flames. Be proud of what you accomplished, and look to improve on them for the future.
>It was maybe a little strange to be acting like a wise teacher when he was so young, but he felt the point deserved to be made...And now to the young lady.
>He inclines his head once more.
It's a pleasure to meet you both. My name is Rakohl.
>No need to give his surname. Besides, she might know about his mother if he gave it out. Maybe? Did nobles travel in packs? Questions for later.
>He shakes his head at the gratitude, though grateful for it.
It's no trouble at all, Miss Neige. To help travellers such as yourself in their times of need is the right thing to do. I couldn't in good conscience leave you to your fate.