What was that... smell? Dante paused midstep. Whatever spell had comeover him the past few days had been pushed back. Worry filled him as he turned back to look at the group.

...

Jesus Christ! what happened!?

He watched Ariana escort the vampire away before looking to Oni. "Hey, are you alright? You're a mess..." He sighed and moved closer to the boy. "You need a bath, kid..."

"Mmn." Was the noise that came from arina a needle in her mouth and a pair oof long teasers and a small tool that would open the wound a little more. She moved over next to him kneeling on the ground and pushed his hand away letting blood drip onto the floor. She set up the one thing to stretch the opening open enough to get the tweasers into the wound working quickly knowing it was paingul to have something stretched open even just a few centimeters the needle with a long thread attatched to it still in her mouth. She pulled out the bullet and took the streatcher thing off and set them on the floor next to her before she started to sew up the wound.

He heard Dante more than saw him and said, "Yeah I'm kinda gross. . . I'm okay now. The . . Director tried to get me back and Ti had to save me. Dante could you help me to the bath? The man gave me some drug and it makes things fuzzy and dizzy. I can't really see right now." He hated to bother Dante knowing he was most likely still upset about what had happened before. He didn't bother asking for help bathing . . .just help getting there.

Dante scowled at the thought. So they wanted him back? He'd call his boss tongiht about this. He wanted to get information on this boy and this organization. Without a word he carefully slipped his arms under Oni and lifted him up against him. "It's not a problem. But don't expect me to leave you sight. I'd rather not have you passing out in the bath." He sighed before heading upstairs, being careful not to shake the boy too much.

He struggled a bit, but opened the door to the bath, bringing Oni in before sitting the boy down close to the edge. He made sure to keep him steady as a soft smile played his face. At least he could keep his cool in situations like these. He had seen too many dead or beaten bodies in his time. "Oni, can you undress by yourself?"

Oni couldn't help but let out a little laugh at what he said and replied, "Well it wouldn't be hard to leave my sight considering I can't see too well but thank you. It makes me feel better to have some one near by."

Once Dante set him down at the baths he responded, "I'll try my best." Shaky as he was he was able to get his shirt off and somehow had managed his pants though it had taken some time. "Okay," I'm ready.

Dante looked away, giving the boy a bit of privacy (not like the boy was ashamed any.) Wen Oni spoke once more Dante looked to him, checking the boy for any extra wounds. "Are you still bleeding? Or has Arina healed you?" He asked mainly to himself before carefully lifting the boy up. He was losing himself once more. The warlock showed through. The warlock was straight, after all. He wasn't embarrassed by this scene. Dante wasn't embarrassed. There was not reason to throw a fit and blush.

He carefully helped the boy into the bath before taking a washcloth, dampening it, and working the dried blood on the boy's face. "You don't mind if I help you, do you?"

"I'm okay. Ti and the dog were able to kill them before I got hurt. All the blood belongs to the man that drugged me," he said letting Dante know that physically, besides the drug, he was fine. The water felt nice and the warmth was soothing him helping his shakes calm down. He faced were Dante's blob was and said quietly ,"I would like that. Thanks for the help." He stayed still so Dante could clean him off.

( Blob? xD )

Dante sighed and rubbed small circles across the boy's face, not missing a drop of the dried blood. "Do you have any scratches? Even previous ones. You should have your blood checked just in case something infected you. Never trust another man to be healthy, Oni." The moved the towel away to rinse it off. "Splash your face or something... it's all rubbed off."

((lol his vision is messed up because of the drug so everything is sort of blobish ))

He did as Dante told him and splashed his face and rubbed it off with fresh water.
"I think the only my arm where he injected me is all," he said lifting his arm to show the bruised spot on his arm. "I'm not really sure if I have any other scratches or anything," he finished.

((Fill me in?))

"Injected... who injected you?" Dante grabbed Oni's arm carefully, looked at the bruise. It was hastily done. So messy! "Was it this 'Director's' men? What exactly did the injection do to you?" He carefully rubbed his forearm clean seeing as he was already holding it, curiosity peaking. What kind of injection? Was it poison? Then... was it permanent, or would Oni return to normal?

"The main man. . . he never said his name but he works for the Directer. He was creepy. It made my eyesight get kind of fuzzy and dark around the edges. It made me a little sick to my stomach and my head dizzy. He said it would keep me aware and awake because they needed me that way for the next experiment," he said this last part with fear in his voice and a shiver down his spine.

((Dudes?))

Rin woke up with a yawn looking up at the roof of his room. He had fallen asleep with his glasses on once again and he cursed at himself for doing that. He needed to stop wearing himself out so much with his research.

"Oni..." Dante muttered before sighing. Her finished cleaning the boy's arm, moving on to his hand next. "I don't want you to fall asleep until this injection has completely worn off. It it's not gone within an hour, would you mind if I took you to a hospital? It could be serious, and they can flush it out of you and make you feel better." He stopped himself before messing the boy's hair gently. "I'd stay by your side the entire time, of course. I'll protect you from anything you don't like."

( Darke, I don't know. I didn't ask, and I got here late. I just know what Oni's character, Oni, told me. xD )

((Oni got a call from the Director, dude who made him. The guy threatened that if Oni didn't come back he would have people at the inn hurt. Oni slipped out and was taken by some men that worked for the Director. Oni freaked and Ti came and saved him but they injected him with some drug before they all died))

"Okay Dante I won't sleep. . .I'm not even sure if I could," he said knowing he would be to frightened of having nightmares of the men that took him and the sounds of the dog ripping the man apart. "I'm a little scared to go to the hospital . . what if the men find me again? They hurt Ti and the dog. I don't want Dante to get hurt too," he said fearful of getting more people he cared about injured.

Lukas rode Strigur into the stable, putting her into her Stall and taking off her gear. He then headed to the kitchen. He made himself a sandwich and leaned against the table eating it. He looked into the other room wondering where everyone was but shrugged it off.
[[LOOKIE! LUKAS IS HERE!]]

((dude... Pre'acha'n's turn again...))

Pre'acha'n walked into the kitchen, pulling a few black feathers out of his clothing. "Damn crows... won't leave me alone," he muttered before seeing Lukas. "Uh..." He stopped, smelling dragon on (in?) him. "I don't know if we met..."

[[i suppose technically it would be both, he's part dragon and was on Strigur, who is also part dragon.]]
He looked to where the voice had come from. "Lukas" he said his name and taking another bite of the sandwich. "And you are?" HE asked in between another bite.

(( Sorry about that, I was being informed about a court thing tomorrow))

Ti flinched a bit and drew in a deep breath as she worked on the wound, clenching his jaw as she dug for the bullet. He let out the breath as she took the obtuse clamp out and began to stitch the wound up. He sighed as she worked, playing with the blood on his hands as she finished up the stitching. He closed his eyes briefly as she cut the thread and moved about, opening them again to let out a chuckle at the sight of the powder blue hair.

Dalcha had cleaned herself of the blood, and was trying to heal the wound on her side, but the blood kept flowing. She stood and wandered to the door, scratching at it to be let in. Blood dripped in a trail behind her as she whined at the door.

"Oni..." Dante sighed, petting the boy comfortingly. "Trust me. If they do find you, and that's a big if, I will protect you. They can't harm me. I'm immortal." He lied before smiling and letting his arm go. He moved to the collar and neck, gently massaging the area until the blood came loose. "Well, maybe not immortal... but you same me when I first met you, right? I can take on a lot of people at once. If it will help, I can have a few others come along as well?"

"Uh, Pre'acha'n," he replied, trying to scoot past without getting close. "Most people can't seem to say it, though." He grabbed the sandwich stuff, darting back and starting to make himself one.

"Pre'acha'n huh? That's for sure a name from across the seas." He said thinking out loud. "Though it's uncommon around here, you must have traveled pretty far from home." He mentioned finishing his sandwich.

Arina cleaned up the supplies and leaned against the sink. She looked over to him. "So, I'm sure you know the drill with stitches, no stretching the area too much til it's healed, the stress on the stitches could force them to break, these ones will disintegrate in time and so forth." She moved her hand in one of those circular motions that people usually do. "If you'd like to take a bath or shower, be my guest, not like my bathroom isn't big enough and such. She moved over to him though and gave him a quick kiss. "Please try to take it easy til this heals properly."

"From Ireland, though I don't have much of an accent anymore," Pre'acha'n said. "It means raven." He started eating the sandwich he had made, keeping his green eyes locked on Lukas.