South Town
MILLIE slid comically sideways off of the wall that she was projectiled up against, legs down, ass up for just a second as she gurgled quietly against her seized diaphragm, mouth agape like a fish out of water and her eyes rolling disoriented.

Somehow looking even more disheveled than before, top twisted awkwardly and half her bra out, flopped to the floor as an upgrade from upside-down, her Biomon blinking several alerts at her at the corners of her vision in orange and yellow icons as her eyes worked to re-focus.

Something… noisy. That empty gun she brought in with her, rendered useless except as a blunt mass, was left somewhere back from where Vulture performed enhanced-strength Judo on her, but as she slowly got back to her feet she plotted a course back into the melee, stumbled bootfalls kicking the leg of an empty chair and picking it up after a short, noisy drag against the floor, just trying to time the pace of her approach so that she could merge back into hostilities at a time when Vulture isn't tangled with Mike and she has a clear shot to try and get a swing in…

…and without much more of a plan than that.

Dining Room
*seeing what you write and giving you a smile* Good, I'm glad. *looking to you for a moment* Listen, I want you to keep away from the docks for the next few weeks alright. The market and streets are fine, but that is it. Understand?

Dining Room
She gave a knowing smile and a nod.

"Ah, I see. Healer's knees. One among the many injuries we seem to inflict upon ourselves. I believe we have some Lavenia here, I will have some sent to the ship for you so you can make tea with it. It doesn't taste harsh if you add sugar and won't cause any ill effects but will help some with the pain so you can continue working without being slowed."

Nodding a bit.

"Oh please, think nothing of it Nura. I've been at this for a long time. I know how easy it is to forget to eat or simply not want to in times like these. Having things like this on hand is important and without you having been here I do not know what I would have done. It's important we look out for each other. Of course, you have Stalker and I am not making light of his importance in the least but no one understands what we face better than each other."

Pausing and considering the question. Thinking about Vyon for a moment and taking an inward-drawn breath.

"No. And neither are you. Nor is Stalker. But we will keep pretending we are for now until there comes a time when it is okay for us not to be. For now, I am as okay as I need to be and that is enough."

House Of White Wolf
Your hand within my hair has me leaning in. You ask the question and my lips purse up then pull into that ever present smile. Grasps the board and writing tools from the satchel then writes down neatly.

i am well Master and yourself?

Turns it for you to see and read.

South Town
Jingle

Mike comes flying in through the door to the bar, Brass Knuckles with ƎﻼIM YƧAƎ Engraved on them over each of his fists. He leaps forward, launching off his left foot.

Propelled through the air like a human missile, he extends his right fist through the stinging numbness running down his right arm, and connects that strip of heavy-metal to the side of Vultures face. Who is sent stumbling into Kenneth and then the bartop. It stops his trajectory dead and he curls over it, his head hitting the old wood and the teeth knocked loose by Mike tumble out of his mouth and onto the table.

Mike, Wildly moving through the air, falls into Vulture, Kenneth, and Then a stool, in that order, sending him sprawling over the seat, which slides along the floor.

Kenneth tumbles back himself, falling falt onto his back and a bloody mist of expelled air from his lips rise and then fall onto his face.

And everything stops.

Dining Room
*seeing the glance and knowing what that ment but not minding one bit, only smiling as I had been lately really enjoying going to the market*

Deductive

Dining Room
Once she sat so did she with a bit of a thud. She does a face palm moment and then says "Yes, I was on the docks when the ship came in. I spent a lot of time on my knees, doing what it we do and I did a number on myself. I didn't realize the extent of the damage till the adrenaline came down and I was in my chambers. I'm sore, but, healing. I really do have to invest in some knee pads, .. " she said with a small bit of levity to her voice.

When she mentioned she brought treats her expression was of surprise and sheer joy. "Oh wow, Luna, .. wow.. thank you so much. That is... so kind and thoughtful. I hope to share them with you." she said to her as the gift was unexpected and now she wanted to give her something but she didn't know she would be meeting her tonight. Glancing at Stalker, for but a moment, thinking he will have to help her find her something to return the gesture. Looking back to her..

"Are you okay? " Loaded question for anyone, but she was asking because she saw the triage area and there were some pretty significant injuries there and some were beyond repair. It was a question that really was meant, and hoped she was.

Dining Room
*reaching down and stroking your hair gently, as the two healers speak and get to know each other I turn to you* How is my girl doing?

Dining Room
*laughing softly to myself, it was good to see all this, with all the pain and suffering over the last week it did my heart and my soul good to see something good and positive come from it all and for now the troubles of everything outside this room fell away*

Dining Room
She smiled at you and then she noticed the limp. She canted her head just slightly.

"Nura you are limping."

It was said as a statement and a question really.

"Yes, thank you for the invitation. It's been so long since I had another of the Caste to speak with. Solitary as we tend to be."

She smiled again and took a seat as offered, settling herself in as she put her little bundle on the table. She was truly excited to speak with you. Bright green eyes alive as always.

"I brought you some things. Some tea, chocolate, and some nuts. Things you can easily eat or drink for quick energy if you are anything like me and often forget or are without appetite while working. Now, why are you limping?"

No, she was not going to forget. First impressions can be tricky. You are making a fine one. She was an easy one to impress to be honest.

House Of White Wolf
Your eyes felt, my gaze returns to you. The smile upon my lips is as bright as the Sun causing a sparkly shine off the Thassa. Carries myself through the room with the soft steps of a slave knowing their place. When close to you, i come around to your side, pressing close to you. Having had many ways of training, from Northern to Tuchuk to silk, sometimes trying to figure the best one in the moment is a little difficult. Eyes dance playfully.

Dining Room
Her energy was high and that was good. The self confidence of a woman in her own right, and that was great to see. A hand gesture to a near by chair, "Please, the pleasure is all mine. I invite you to join us, this evening. We were just eating and talking.. and it would be wonderful to talk with you." she meant that really she did. It was unclear just how boring we would be to Stalker but, his slave arrived and of course, such creatures as they would be a distraction. Nura limped a bit forward and she pulled out a chair for her, a courtesy, at least, she was trying to do everything right. First impressions being what they were, she was trying to make a good one.

-sorry you have gone... heads away in to the day-

House Of White Wolf
Takes notice of you the way you do me. Notices the way you sit with Him, the way you smile towards Him and look at Him, is if wrong that it makes a slave smile? Having been trained to listen and observe, i had been observant here. It is obvious how much you care for Him, as His slave His joy and happiness wherever He is, is something i strive for so it makes me happy to see what i see between you and Him.

Dining Room
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She did smile as she looked at your wrist and she would make a subtle gesture with her own to show she wore no bracelets on her own. She did honor the system. But not everyone did and she didn't think bracelets necessarily dictated someone's knowledge either. Topic for another time.

-pumping... pounding you harder... knowing how much you love to be filled-

Dining Room
*seeing you enter and smiling, it had been a long time since I had seen my girl with everything going on and hardly being home at all*

Dining Room
My but this was a persistent slave. Despite her shooing the slave followed her to the dining room and now she was just getting annoyed. She entered the dining room shooing at the girl again.

"No, I do not need anything. For the sake of all things, by the God's girl leave me be. I'll knock you out with capture scent for a full hand if you do not get away from me. Trade you to the thieves for a copper and they will have you crawling through urt tunnels! Might improve your smell anyhow."

Sniffing at her.

"Now get! I can carry my own package! It is for a proper Lady anyhow and I want her to actually eat it which I seriously doubt she will if your grubby little mitts have been all over it. I heal men missing eyeballs I think I can carry teabags! GO away!"

She hissed at the girl and the girl went scampering away before she turned to the room and put on a bright smile and remembering her manners she did a sort of awkward curtsey thing.

"There now, hello to you both. Stalker I know and this must be Lady Nura. How do you do? And whatever else it is that proper not exhausted people say. I am Luna Kalligas at your service, Healer extraordinaire and Ill-tempered witch should you ask half the slaves here who think an incoming war is a great time to wiggle their bits.

Never mind half the men can't appreciate those bits because they can't see them or they can't get it up do to pain. Regardless, it is a pleasure."