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Old 06-11-2015, 10:02 PM

Oh come on. What's with the stunned staring? Hadn't she seen bare chested man, scarred bare chested man? Well, perhaps she hadn't. How old she was, anyway? The documents stated their age difference wasn't that stark, but who knew how beings from other realms like her aged and Ryan felt decades older than her, although this... This case with Zofies had somehow bridged the age gap partially.

A moment before he'd have reached to grab the rag himself, she handed it to him and he got to working. Most of it passed in silence and Ryan honestly didn't mind it. He'd honestly rather not know what she was nodding to herself about. Maybe poisoning him right now. Well, it'd be waste to take him into her home and seemingly help to kill after or during, but it could also be the perfect revenge. Ugh, his mind was probably too tainted by things Zofies and their kind would do.

At Sophie's response about cheetos, an actual semi-smile appeared on his face and he quirked an eyebrow at her. "Huh, and here I thought it was nuts or something. But what does a city boy know, so noted." It had honestly surprised him, that'd she even slightly joke along not throw insults at him, but perhaps a sort of truce was truly formed for now. Good. He did feel too tired, even for verbal sparring.

When she was about to get to wrapping his middle, he held up hand, saying that he can do it, but, of course, she ignored it and the man sat still, head turned to side with slight frown as the girl proceeded to bandage him. When she finally retreated, he inspected her work and nodded. "Pretty okay," he commented and dressed again, feeling a lot more comfortable once clothed fully again.

He didn't need to be asked to eat, only able to compose himself enough to not stuff his face like a feral beast. The excessive use of his powers always made him hungry, but now it was just something else. And, man, did this stuff taste good! Even if good deal of it was frickin' sweet. And this water, this regular bottled water, was probably the best godd**n thing he had ever had. At her question, the man shot her a look and then shrugged. "Surviving."

If she showed any signs of disappointment or inquired more, Ryan frowned some. "No offense, but not feeling like retelling my whole life story right now and to be entirely honest, don't remember origins for half of them. After a while, all beatings and fights start to seem kind of similar and mix together." It was not 'entirely honest' as he had stated, at least not entirely, but hopefully it'd be enough. God, when was the last time when anyone asked a personal question to him? Anything beyond medical interest in his current state, in his capabilities? It had to be years. Man, was he a social failure or what. Or rather, the society he lived in was...

After they were done eating and drinking, he put the stuff back in his backpack and started to settle down for sleep on the cushioned area. The hammock was not a good idea considering his leg and he would probably be able to sleep on the floor right now, as long as he could finally close his eyes.

In the next morning, his actions depended on if he woke up before Sophie or not. If he had, he'd groggily stare at his surroundings, immediately grabbing for his knife, before his memory came back to him and feeling of having went through meat (and mind) grinder came back. Then he'd check his wounds, notice with amazement how they were healing and start to prepare to depart. For a too long moment, he'd stand in the room, staring at all the cupboards and shelves, considering if he maybe should make a meal for her to wake up to or if that'd be too much of... something. Besides, there was always danger of waking Sophie up with his rummaging.

If he failed to get up before the blonde, which would honestly be no surprise, the waking phase would be exactly the same, only he'd let the hilt of knife go immediately if she was somewhere nearby. Similarly, he'd mutter something about "sleeping like log and that he'd get going right away".

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Old 06-12-2015, 10:20 PM

Without running for her life or being strapped to a bed, and having food on her stomach and in her own element, the blonde haired girl was getting some of her color back. Her tan wouldn't come back without the sun, but her eyes were looking less sunken and grey, and returning to that warm hazel they usually held. They looked over at Ryan with a slight disappointment when he simply said, 'surviving'.

She supposed she couldn't really blame him. She wasn't the biggest talker on past problems and hurts herself. Still, she wasn't any happier when he explained himself. Sure, he had a couple of personalities and one of them was just downright awful, but no one deserved to be beat so badly.

When she finished her fruit, she grabbed a bottle of water and pushed herself to her feet. Ryan was already settling into the cushions and looked tired. They were both tired and drained, and Ryan had lost a lot of blood. She left without saying anything, cleaning up the rags and things while he must have fallen asleep.

Sophie had just enough energy to climb up the stairs to her bedroom and remove her clothes, finding some cotton-like shorts and a tank top to sleep in. She dug around for a moment, but concluded there just wasn't anything big enough to fit Ryan that she could leave down there for him to wake to. Oh well. She'd paid him back for rescuing him.

Without even having enough energy to pull back the sheets, Sophie fell onto the bed. The moment her head hit her pillow, she was asleep. She was immediately sucked into heavy dreaming; nightmares, that might never leave her alone again. This was only her second chance at somewhat decent sleep since leaving that, hell, after all.

The small girl tossed and turned, and grumbled, reliving the horrors of that place over and over. Masks loomed over her and she couldn't see. Words, laughter, solitude, fear; it all swirled together and beat down on her. White walls were everywhere. Needles and knives and straps....

At some point in the early morning, the being Sophie had been looking out for finally arrived. Padding up the steps around the tree after picking up on Sophie's scent, the feline entered the main floor of the tree house, and sniffed. She knew Sophie was sleeping, but was intent on waking her human companion. There was just something else she had to check out first...

Over on a pile of cushions, was a stranger. He smelled wounded, and looked harmless. The animal resembling something of a white tiger, though much larger, with its back coming up past Sophie's rib cage, padded quietly over to where Ryan slept. She sniffed around the area, and decided she would guard this man. Guard him from outsiders or guard Sophie from him, who would know? But in the mean time, the tiger helped herself to what was left in the basket, noisily crunching through the cheetos bag and knocking the basket around.

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Old 07-03-2015, 11:56 AM

Although he was beyond tired, there were some things instilled in the very core of this man and one of them was that if something's going on around you as you sleep, you have to get up because it might not be safe. Hence, the shuffling of the large creature got through his slumber rather quickly.

Ryan was used to snapping awake in matter of seconds, but the speed with which he realized the new situation and evaluated it was truly worth admiring. Pale eyes, barely open, opened and focused straight on the beast (in his mind). Part of the man wanted to get up, but the other realized quick movements might not be the best choice. Hand slowly moving to the dagger, just in case, he slowly sat up. "Easy there, easy," he spoke in quiet, calm voice, although he didn't really feel all that calm. His experience with animals that weren't huge rats and wild, stray dogs ready to kill even humans was minimal.

"Good kitty, good," he continued his kind of cooing, carefully putting his feet down to the ground. Now he had to decide what he'd do next. Try to sneak away from this animal and tree-house? But it'd leave Sophie alone with this creature. Upstairs, sleeping, vulnerable. Although he had no debt to her, Ryan felt he couldn't leave it so. So, he had to lure the animal away somehow. It seemed hungry, maybe he could entice it with some food or just go ahead and run, hoping one of his shields would protect it from the tiger's attacks? Animals went after running prey, usually.

Now would be good time to test what would happen if he stood up. Tentatively, still talking to the creature, Ryan went to stand up and then decide upon its reaction what he'd do next. So much for safety and all things good. How did Sophie even manage to survive here??

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Old 07-20-2015, 12:40 AM

At some point through the nightmares, Soph seemed to become less restless. The nightmares hadn't necessarily gone, but it was just talking in her mind, words, conversations of doctors and suits. If she remembered them when she woke, she wouldn't even know if they were memories or just her mind imagining things. Probably none of it would matter anyway.

When her eyes finally fluttered open, she yawned and stretched. Her body was well rested, but her mind wasn't. The warm golden specks had returned to her eyes and there wasn't even a shade of darkness around her face. She moved off of the bed and padded over to a dresser-like table with a mirror on top of it. Ehuugg...

Sophie brushed her golden hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. She didn't really have a style for her bangs, but today she tried to brush them over to the side to hide the spot on her head that had been most recently shaved. It wasn't a large spot, and the hair had started to grow back, but it reminded Sophie of things she didn't want to dwell on. Plus, she was a female after all, and her hair had been done a terrible disservice.

When she was done, she shook her head at herself in the mirror. She looked almost like her old normal self, yet, she was different. Perhaps a little thinner, her mind somewhat changed, distorted, more negative. She frowned. No. She wouldn't let them do that to her. No one had that right or the power to take away who Sophie was; a carefree and joyful spirit. She gave herself a stern nod. It was settled then.

Meanwhile, Ayashe had finished off the food in the basket, sans the really healthy fruits. She wasn't big on fruits, or healthy. Really, she preferred meat, raw meat. But she liked Sophie's junk foods, too. As the stranger woke, Ayashe shook the Cheetos bag from her nose and stepped closer, into Ryan's personal space, lowering her head enough to be eye to eye with the other. Her eyes were blue, vibrant like the planet but mysterious and deep like an ocean, or a night sky. They were also brighter than the night, a lighter, icier color. They were strange.

She didn't mean him any harm, at least not at the moment. Mostly she was just curious. She and Sophie made good pals over their similarities in curiosity. Ayashe sniffed at him. He smelled different now that he was awake. His wounds smelled different. He was less injured. And it was possible that she was picking up on hints of fear. That excited the giant feline, and as Ryan stood, Ayashe became much more alert, her eyes focusing in on every movement, and her ears on every sound. She was going into stalking mode.

If Ryan tried to move in any direction, Ayashe would jump, a pounce more like, to block his path. She hunkered down now, though she was still beastly, ready to pounce. Her tail whipped from side to side, and she was still as stone, waiting for the stranger to make a move, wanting him to make a move. Her muscles were tense with anticipation. A single ear twitched, as she heard someone else moving down the stairs. She knew instantly who it was, but her strange vibrant eyes never left the stranger.

As Sophie descended the stairs and into the large living area, her warm eyes fell first on Ryan and then on Ayashe. If Ryan even took his eyes off of the feline for a single moment, Ayashe would pounce, and Sophie had already assessed the situation. She knew her furry friend would, and she could see it in her muscles the moment Ryan shifted. "Ayashe don't!" she shouted. She already knew the large cat was just playing, it was in her nature. Ryan's scent was in this place, and on Sophie. Ayashe picked up on that, she knew Ryan was a guest here.

But, Sophie could see the knife in Ryan's hand. And she knew he wouldn't hesitate to defend himself from the attack he wouldn't know to be fun. It wouldn't do much harm to Ayashe's body, unless it hit her throat, or an eye. Sophie didn't want either of them hurt. Well, Ryan was a little bit less of a concern, but still.

Immediately, the large cat relaxed and seemingly huffed. She turned as she stood erect once again and clodded over to Sophie. They met in a hug, Sophie wrapping her arms around Ayashe's massive head while the other pressed her face into Sophie's chest. "Good girl," Sophie said, petting Ayashe's head. "Oh, I missed you so much," she whispered. Finally she looked up at Ryan and moved around Ayashe. The cat turned to face Ryan, too. Sophie kept one hand on the thick white fur, rubbing and patting her friend. "Ayashe," she said, gesturing to the stranger. "This is the white haired wonder. He saved me when I was in trouble," she explained.

"He sort of put me in trouble in the first place, but who's dwelling on that right?" she mumbled to Ayashe, almost inaudibly. "He's a good guy," she reassured Ayashe. "Half the time," she added, causing the cat to blink between them both. It wouldn't be clear yet to Ryan if Ayashe even understood what Sophie was saying, but it was obvious that the girl treated the feline like a person. She returned her attention to Ryan. "This is Ayashe," she said with a big smile, clearly happy to be standing there in the company of the cat. "My best friend," she explained.

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Old 08-07-2015, 07:05 PM

Of-friggin-course the animal instantly went into hunting mode as Ryan stood up, his hand grasping the knife hilt firmly. His own icy blue orbs stared into the tiger's mysterious ones, as he guessed how long it would take before the feline would take it as a challenge. They both stood there like two hunters, muscles tense and ready to pounce, ready to attack. Only for him, he wouldn't be playing, he'd be doing it for life or death, not realizing the tiger-like creature meant no particular harm to him. City wasn't the best place to learn body language of animals other than some rabid dogs and very possibly the unusual setting also played part into his nervously aggressive reaction.

Hearing foot steps, he resisted the urge to glance in the direction. It couldn't be anyone else than Sophie. "Stay there," he told her, still hoping to keep her out of this mess, but of course it was too late already and as he realized, it was better that way anyhow. The girl called out an unfamiliar name and the tiger immediately responded to it, changing its posture to nearly displeased one or something and trotted over to the blonde. With incredulous expression, Ryan turned around, still not sheathing knife, and watched the reunion.

Finally, the knife was put away and albino man ran a hand through his hair. He hadn't had chance to brush it and pull in ponytail so now the white strands fell past his shoulders in a mess. "Your best friend, huh? Explains your people skills," he spoke with slight grimace, but not with enough insult in his tone to be meant truly meanly. "Could have taught her some table manners at least," he gestured to the mess near his 'bed' that Ayashe had made during her early morning snack. The last part was meant as a joke, but most likely fell flat as all his other ones, especially during his rather dry tone. That he still felt like fish out of water didn't help any, too.

He hadn't quite picked up everything Sophie had murmured to the feline, but guessed it was about him and nothing particularly flattering. He didn't deserve it anyhow. Which brought back thoughts to his original plan. "So, uh, since you got your furry body guard now and everything, I'll get going." He quickly moved to push some pillows in place and grab his bag before facing the girl again.

Although he hadn't had time to inspect his wounds, Ryan judged by muted pain that it couldn't be nearly as bad as last night. He could eat and drink, regain the lost blood and recover on his own now. "The medicine-stuff worked so... Uhh, thanks for that and letting me crash here." It was painfully obvious that he wasn't used to saying thanks, his eyes not even really meeting hers for more than brief moment. Turning around to leave, he flung his bag on back with wince - obviously, the wound wasn't all gone yet - and tugged on his earring.

If she stopped him, it depended what Sophie said, but he would probably argue with her, falling into more comfortable reactions and grumpiness. If she didn't, he would head towards the stairs, about to climb down, before turning around to say: "Take care, squirrel." Which, awkwardly enough, was probably one of the most sincere and nicest things he had said in a long while, especially to Sophie.

 


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