Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-32463050-20170719023704/@comment-30014014-20170919174545

There was a reason was his home was located so far from the village...

''Further still from his settlement, there is a path adorned. Adorned with torches ligthing up the way in the darkness of the night. Unfortunately, the torches are lit up in a sickly green, as the stone walk leads to the catacombs. A musoleum-like massive house interning the dead so they may rest in peace. Gary was the one proceeding with the last rites before putting them to rest.''

Simply put, Gary was a death mystic.

''While the job looked less-than-glorious to the average joe, it was one people could respect. THey respected him, but also feared him because of his touched-self in death mysticism. He didnt want to impede on the people, so he lives alone, apart. For him to know someone is in need of a burial, they would toil the bells that knell death, one he could see clearly with hiss orange ringed eyes, glowing almost as if he was possessed.''

''Now, the day this woman from hell was found on the grass, gashing with several wounds, Gary knew he couldn't let her be. What fate had brought her here was irrevelant. Gary wonders back inside, coming out with a crimson vial in steel hands. A kit on the other.''

''Gradually, Gary begins with a first chug of the vial, a recovery elixir on the downed woman, who's consiouness is still nowhere to be found. To strengthen her before the cleansing. Gary have heard of stories concering her kind, about how they came out of hell. More so than many others. And yet, it would seem they wouldn't hurt a fly as easily as many more, instead keeping their pride against those who think could tame them. Gary had no incensive to try that, nor was he interested, so used to solitude he was.''

With her lifeforce stabilizing via the blood in her vain glowing for a second, Gary knew he could start the cleansing ritual.

"This will hurt for a moment".

''Another vial out of the kit, this time transparent. Alcohol. Rubbing a bit of a napkin on the bottle neck, he then begins cleaning the face's bruises, prompting clenched teeth from his patient. She felt that.''

"I'm almost done".

''Slowly, did the bruises on her face clean up, reveting to a surprisingly feminine visage. As a matter of fact, despite having a supposed mountain of muscle, they were in no way impeding on her womanly figure. Gary knows that craft to he the Demonic essence flowing in their veins, compelling them to be as presentable as possible. He had seen ogres sporting a more womanly shape than noble human women, pretending to be the apex of beauty.''

''Regardless, with the face done, all left was the large bite of her shoulder. Alcohol and napkin would not do. A more...radical solution was needed. One coming forth in the form of a foefire spurning from his hand, concentrating on the fingers. He traces them on the edge of her bite, a spootanous smell of burns coming out. Once again, her teeth clench, this time in a more forceful manner.''

"So, after all, they aren't immune to every sort of flames. Good to know".

''He continues, as the pain brought forth forces her to gesticulate, under the man's comprehensive gaze. He places a hand, albeit coated in steel, on her other shoulder, in an attempt to calm her down. It works to a degree as her movement is lessened. This continues all the way until the bite mark is significantly reduced, to which is switches back to the alcohol and napkin to clean off.''

''His task is done. Her body curls up like that of a dog, now sleeping instead of merely resting. Lastly, before leaving for the musoleum, Gary puts a blanket on her, to allow a most comfortable sleep.''

''At last, he passes to the place he walks in each day. He passes through its cold steel doors...dented, for a reason. Immdiately, Gary's mind recalls the bruises and bite mark on the lady he just tended to. How some swelled with poison. Whoever had done this to her took refuge in his location. Hidden behind his mask, his eyes became restless.''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I don't know what you're about to do, but she's mine!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">''Gary turns, the hood on top of his head preveting side gazes. The hellhound he cured, already standing, slightly taller than him. Her crimson eyes are locked on his possessed-looking irises. No word comes out of him.''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I'll repeat it since you help me. She is mine! No way am I letting her get away with this one!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">''Gary knew better than to interfere with a hellhound in a grudge. Turning away from her, he points to the location where her adversary was, engulfed in the deepest of the catacombs. A grin escapes her teeth as she walks over, with Gary thinking about about the fixes he'll do tomorrow.''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">''He follows while she rushes, straight to the Ushi-oni who had happened to be sitting at the very middle of the room, over a now broken chair. Gary liked that chair.''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">''As the hellhound had said, she was not about to let the other win with a quote on quote, "Cheap out tactic". Said tactic had been to weaken her with the poison of the Ushi-oni, then wail on her the moment she becomes too fragile to continue. Gary could only describe their battle as destructive. While the tombs were relatively unscathed, every else, especially urns, were smashed to pieces as they used it as weapons against each other, despite said urns to bring no edge.''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">''Eventually, however, the hellhound managed to get a grab on the spider demon and pummelled her repeatably, until the latter pleaded for mercy. Gary was no konger here to watch it, his head riging from all the broken things inside. He was already sleeping back in his home.''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">''In the next day, the village in the brackground was spouting rivets of threads all around it. A celebration of some sort. Gary could see it from here, but right now, his mind was on repairs. Repairs that would last a day. Right now, sitting at his workshop, he was molding another urn in its basic stage before hearing a knock on his door. Opening it, he was a bit shocked to see the same woman from hell standing behind.''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Hum, hello man in black. I want to speak. Can I enter?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Surprised as he was, he does let her in, going back to his molding, though she follows closely, sitting on anearby chair.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"So...about last night..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"What of it?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">His voice was unfocused.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I forgot to...well, thank you for patchig me up"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Anyone else would have done the same"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Hmpf, not to insult you, but I doubt it. While you seemed, well, helping and what not, I wouldn't say the same for others".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I suppose so".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Hmm, you don't speak much, do you?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">''Gary stops his molding, looking at her. He wonders where she was going with this.''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"What of it?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">A grin smudges on her face.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You're not very sociable, are you? That get-up you're wearing itells me that"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"It's hard to be a social man wher you're dealing with burials".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"So you just live here alone, huh? Kind of sad, really. Espeically when you're a softy inside that attire"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Softy?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Well, duh..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">She takes a purposeful dumb stare with a hand on her hip.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"...I don't hear of many men just randomly fixing a woman unconscious on the grass. Ever less of those who do for nothing"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">His eyes squint underneath his mask.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You're welcome".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Her expression changes to a smirking one.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Whoa! Calm down. Just stating facts!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He continues to stare at her, unchanged.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Well, if that is all, you know where the door is".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Wow, really?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"What?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Really, you're doing this right now?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The hellhound gets a stand up, hands on hip with a visage of slight reproche.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"How asocial do you have to be to be so oblivious to a lady pratically gawking at you like I am doing?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"That's what you were doing?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> His face returns to his urn as he resumes molding.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Huh"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Huh?! That is all you have to say about this?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">''Gary ignores her words, too focused on making his craft. Well, at least until he feels a sudden tug on his feet, slipping away from his table. His unfortunate urn falls to the side, braking in pieces.''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Ok, that's it! I'm taking your asocial ass to town!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I'm not finished here".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Tough luck, princess! We're going anyway. I'll help you with whatever thing you have to do here, but leter. Not letting my future husband live like some hermit!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">While pretty alarmed by the fact that she set him on her left shoulder like a black scarf, his voice remained mild and cold.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I didn't agree to this".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Oh yea?! What 'chou gonna do about it?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">''Just as she says this, Gary starts chanting in a low prayer. The hellhound could see runes starting to litter the floor. At the same time, he ha evaporated from her arm, re-appearing behind her. The runes turn to flames in green, before and behind her, surrounding Gary as he crouches, humming more to his hands, who at the time are seeping a black smoke. She sighs, to which he responds.''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You asked me what I was to do about it. Here is my answer".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Burning the woman you nursed back to health?!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"No, just a demonstration of why I am to be trifled with".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Well, too bad, weirdo, I'm not looking to trifle with you!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">His stare is one of incomprehension as he crosses his arms.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You've openly grabbed me by my legs and dragged me out of my home in the midst of work".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Correction: I'm taking a lonely, antisocial softy clutz using his entombing profession as an excuse to avoid any sort of interaction, the latter which I'm about to make my very husband of later on!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">His eyes turn to perplexity.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You keep saying this like you couldn't get another man in the village"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Sorry hun..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The hellhound rushes sideways away from his flame and puts an arm around his shoulder.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"...can't let a prize like you slip away like this. Better have my man already being somewhat of an altruist than some greased up pervert I outta beat sense into. Besides, I can tell you could use company all the way up to that creepy place you stay".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"That makes...sense now that I think about it"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Right!? Now come on!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">''She starts walking, dragging him with her arm still around his neck. Her head leans on his shoulder. Her other hand, spread out to the open.''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I have a world of wonders to show you!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Hehehe, get used to that! I don't do glaucous! Too boring!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">A smile shapes behind his mask "I can see that..."