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Healing Required

Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by Haytham Kenway, Jan 8, 2018.

  1. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    December 23rd
    @Nynaeve al'Meara

    Haytham was stuck here. There was nothing to be done about it. He certainly wouldn’t sit in some corner and cry about it like a sickly child. Disappointments were there: sure. He had left behind a Templar Order floundering due to the actions of his own son. He’d left behind said son while he was desperately trying to get him to understand the error of his ways. He’d left behind a sister who would start wondering why the letters stopped coming. And while Jenny Scott was no fretter, he disliked the thought that she’d never find out what happened to him. Not even if she searched the whole world over. After her harrowing experience, she didn’t deserve such a scare.

    No use dwelling on it. There was work to be done. After a good month after his arrival, laying low and getting a feel of the people and the land. Much of which included endless hours of reading texts in libraries. He decided the first course of action was a bodyguard group to be created. If for nothing else: the desire for money and a bed that wasn’t in a shelter. Using his own skills that he knew well on, and using the skills of others who would otherwise turn to assassinations themselves.

    It was a start up just like any start up. The first clients were low levels: business owners who had been getting death threats and the government would do nothing to protect them unless something more physical occurred. Mostly it was rather dull work: Haytham and his green bodyguards lurking around the man on rooftops and in the crowds. Discreetly escorting their client to and from work.

    Today was no different. Haytham stood upon a rooftop in Misty Hollow, carefully stepping as to not slide off the ice and snow strewn tiles. His eyes on one Mr. Trevor, who had been getting threats from a particular anarchist group for whatever reason. Money he probably refused to pay….

    Haytham’s eyes caught sight of five suspicious individuals, lurking in an alley. Their attention upon their client who seemed to walk the street alone. Haytham reached for his headset, feeling almost clumsy as he used the foreign though helpful device. ”We have company, lads. Alleyway to the right, between that coffee shop and that antique shop. Watch but do not engage….”

    A couple of understood’s replied back in his ear, and Haytham moved into a position where he could watch as the five started leaving the alley, approaching their client.

    ”….. Engage!” He declared as he noticed one of them take out a gun. Taking a running start, he leapt across the tile down upon the man with the gun, hidden blade stabbing him through the neck.

    ”Escort the Client!” He ordered as he took out his own sword, his men covering the shaking Mr. Trevor while he dealt with the potential assassins. People around started to realize what was happening, sending the crowd into a panic even as Haytham began to move to take down the other remaining four.

    He moved like wind itself, sword flashing and first stabbing one man, then another. It was only when he was engaged with the third that he heard the click of a gun behind him.

    The gunshot was too quick, and Haytham was too used to people having to stop and make aim. The sting of the bullet in his side only heightened his adrenaline, and he took out a knife and threw it into the gunman’s eye, while the other he made quick work out of using his hidden blades.

    And when it was all over, he dropped his sword, feeling his side with a wince. Hand coming away stained red. ”Damn it!” He grunted, hand going back to his side with a wince. He had gotten old if he couldn’t take care of five men, improved technology or no it was a sting to his pride.

    ”Client Secure”

    ”Good work, gents.” Haytham gasped into his earpiece. ”I’m going off line, need to patch myself up… someone come clean this up and take care of the authorities if you please…”

    Haytham then went offline, earpiece hanging down his shoulder as he took it out of his ear. He reached down with some difficulty, picking up his sword to use it as a cane. Well limping away was better than being carried away….
     
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  2. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

    Posts:
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    Occupation:
    Infirmary Head
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Human - Aes Sedai
    Age:
    27
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good


    Nynaeve was tired. She was always tired. Healing required her energy as much as the patients', and there never seemed to be an end to the people who needed it, if not in this town then in the others, where she volunteered on quiet days. She couldn't remember the last time she had taken a day off, because if she did that, who knew how many people would suffer without her help? Her employees at the clinic were good, certainly, but none were as efficient as her.

    She'd left the clinic after a long shift that had gone through the night, finally heading back home for a soothing cup of herbal tea, a little bit of reading, and sleep. Her tiredness at least was simply due to overworking herself; there had been no serious incidents requiring her skills since she'd arrived at the clinic the night before. Most of her shift had been taking care of those patients she already had.

    Nynaeve was at the far end of the same street when she heard a commotion up ahead. The crowd was yelling, screaming as they scrambled away from the mouth of an alleyway where an older man was making quick work of a group of men. Quick, bloody work, right there in the middle of the street, in broad daylight. She couldn't see much from her vantage point, not even when she stood on her tiptoes to try and stare over the heads of fleeing members of the public, but she gathered that the one doing the killing was not the criminal. During the daylight, criminals tended to be a bit more circumspect than flailing around with a bloody sword in the middle of the bloody street, surrounded by people.

    Then there was a gunshot, and the crowd surged in its attempts to get to anywhere other than here. Doing the complete opposite, Nynaeve pushed forward, cursing her small frame as she was buffeted this way and that. "Get out of my way," she snapped, elbowing her way through a gaggle of terrified women. As annoyed as she got at displays of violence in the middle of the street, she had little respect for people who fled either, especially when someone was hurt. Worst were the ones who hung around to stare as though they were watching a bloody good show, and she shoved past those with no reservation.

    Finally, she reached the man, who seemed to have taken a bullet wound to the side, judging by the way he leaned on his sword for support, favouring one side over the other. Other than that, he seemed unhurt, despite being against multiple men. Not that Nynaeve would be impressed by something like how easily a man could kill others.

    "If you are quite finished with sending the entire town into a panic," she said dryly, parking herself in front of him and looking him up and down, folding her arms across her chest, Her eyes lingered on the growing stain of red, and she nodded toward it. "Perhaps you would like some help with that?"


     
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  3. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    There was a certain amount of chaos to this job that Haytham personally detested. He was one for working within the shadows, picking off potential assassins before anyone even realized they were there, much less the client in question. But this had gotten unnecessarily messy, and he really should reorganize his bodyguards so that they were prepared to help him take down these men. Not just stand there and help him protect the client in question.

    Ah well: a job for another day. He had a license to protect his client from others who might bring him harm. His men would explain things to the authorities, and with the witnesses and cameras, it would be clear who was in the right. Meanwhile: as the street quickly cleared of people in fear he had a perfect limping-room to get to somewhere where there were hopefully medical supplies. There might have been a pharmacy down the block…. Messy but he could patch himself enough rather than spending the time on a surgeon….

    A woman’s voice stopped him then, and he looked up with relative surprise. Most people he found, didn’t really stick around after the initial panic. But as her eyes were on the bullet wound on his side, he assumed she meant to help him. Perhaps she was some nurse? Or Medic of some sort, Pandora had all kinds of healing. Even these little pills that cured headaches. Completely fascinating really….

    ”Well if you can manage the time then, miss.” He managed a gasp, wincing slightly, ”Though I’d like to point out the cause of that panic was hardly my doing.” He managed jerking a head to the dead men littered around him. He would really like to have found out who exactly hired them. But again: the bleeding side was a bit of a distraction.

    ”Is there… somewhere where we should go? Or shall we send the street into another panic with on-site surgery?” He quipped, adjusting the sword he was using as a cane in his hand, a grin on his face despite being rather wounded.
     
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  4. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

    Posts:
    367
    Occupation:
    Infirmary Head
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Human - Aes Sedai
    Age:
    27
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good


    Her eyes followed where he had jerked his head towards the five dead men, and she sniffed in annoyance, her left hand closing around her long braid. She didn't flinch at the sight of multiple corpses - seeing the mess that was left behind when Trollocs killed soldiers tended to desensitise you to such things - but it was such a pointless waste of life. Even criminals could be reasoned with, usually. Or simply locked away. She would never cease to be frustrated by how quickly men jumped to killing, as though there was no other option. "You still made it worse," she groused, but left it there with a frustrated sigh. She was a Healer. She hated seeing people die, even if they - arguably - might have deserved it.

    The bloody man was grinning at her as though there was something funny about the situation. A sentiment Nynaeve did not share. There was nothing funny about dead men on the street. She met his grin and his quip with a dark-eyed stare, before turning on her heel and striding away, dark blue skirts swishing around her ankles, the hem damp from the snow.

    "Come with me," she directed over her shoulder. Her voice, while sharp, was not unkind, as she swept away - she most certainly did not stomp, thank you very much - towards a quieter part of the street. She stifled a yawn as she went, pressing her hand against her mouth, nose scrunching. Light, but she was tired.

    Turning into a side street that was now empty besides the two of them - the clinic was too far away, and she was too exhausted to open a gateway - Nynaeve turned to face the man, pulling her coat tighter around her against the cold wind that whistled down the narrow space. She needed to learn that trick to ignore the cold that other Aes Sedai used.

    "Let me see the wound," she told him, pointing at the red-stained cloth of his shirt. She could simply have Delved him, which she would be doing anyway, but there was no harm in making him dance a little to her tune first. It would be a nice payment for ruining what should have been a relaxing remainder of her day with unnecessary violence.


     
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  5. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    The woman pulled a face that reminded Haytham muchly of a certain Jennifer Scott when she thought his nonsense was quite enough, thank you. And the smile twitched off his face, if only somewhat. The old Templar told himself that it was one hundred percent the agony of limping after the woman who had agreed to help, not anything to do with missing Miss Scott.

    Nothing at all to do with sentimentality thank you.

    And when they finally found a secluded area away from the street, and she pointed at the clothing where despite being dark in origin was already leaking blood, Haytham obeyed graciously. If only because the woman was clearly already miffed with him for the little jests he was allowed, and he doubted an assassin would go through the trouble of helping. Untying his cloak with one hand and letting it fall to the floor, the Templar removed his overcoat with a little bit more difficulty, his sword clanging to the floor at one point, and him having to lean against the alley wall for a moment to catch his breath.

    ”Apologies, miss.” He grunted, shrugging off the overcoat and ignoring the burning pain at his side. But at last, he was left with just his white shirt, which was already full of red blood on the bottom lace.

    He thought about taking his shirt off but…. Well he had some shame after all. Young lady like this staring at the naked body of an older man was damn unseemly. Especially since this particular body was already full of scars and wounds like the one she was tending to. Instead, he carefully lifted the white shirt to reveal the wound at his side, leaning against the wall for support as he started to shake, breathing carefully as usually tan skin turned pale.

    ”So….” Haytham asked, trying to keep his voice cheerful, talking to distract himself as she looked at the wound, ”Do you always help wounded strangers on the street, or am I just confoundedly lucky?”

    The lady would have to once again forgive the jesting. He found quips comforting in the face of pain and blood.
     
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  6. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

    Posts:
    367
    Occupation:
    Infirmary Head
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Human - Aes Sedai
    Age:
    27
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good


    He obeyed her direction without protest, which was something at least, and her stern expression melted a little at the difficulty he was plainly having with removing enough layers for her to see to the wound. She moved a little closer, hovering in case he needed help, but he managed, finally standing there in a bloodstained shirt that he lifted in trembling hands so that she could see.

    The Aes Sedai stepped closer, leaning down a little so that she could see properly, using gentle touches to examine the wound, clicking her tongue in annoyance. Guns. She loathed the things. They caused so much damage. So much unnecessary damage. There was a small blessing, at least. When she used her hands to direct him to turn slightly so she could look at the other side, she saw blood there, too. An exit wound, perhaps?

    "You are lucky that I was going in that direction at the right time," she told him, her tone a little distracted as she embraced the Source, saidar flowing into her. The bliss of the One Power rushed through every vein, and her senses sharpened until she could hear and see the smallest things. "I help anyone who needs it, even woolheaded men who clearly think more with the hair on their chests than the brains they were given."

    She sniffed, before weaving the required flows of Spirit, she Delved him, seeing in her mind's eye the internal damage done by the bullet. He would see and feel nothing, the Delving completely harmless and non-invasive. So much better than exploratory surgery. "You are also lucky in that the bullet went right through," she told him, releasing the weaves. "There are no fragments left behind. A clean wound, simple to Heal."

    She straightened then, glancing at him for a moment before she began to weave the complex flows for Healing - again, that he would not see. "You'll feel a little discomfort, but it's normal. Make sure you eat something quickly," she told him, just as she lightly pressed her palm across the wound, and then sent the Healing weaves into his body. He would feel a rush of cold down his back, and a sudden biting hunger. Pulling her hand away from blood-smeared but unbroken skin, Nynaeve nodded in satisfaction, before letting out a long breath and swaying a little in tiredness as she turned to go on her way, job done.


     
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  7. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    52 (looks 26)
    Haytham watched as she looked around, assuming this little encounter would end with stitching or a bullet getting extracted, he focused on her words instead, and the energy of carrying on a conversation. He would not faint like a bloody maid in the middle of this woman’s tending, no matter how painful the wound made him feel.

    The older man gave a little strained chuckle as she insulted his intelligence. ”Lucky indeed….. though the unfortunate matter was no mere squabble. As a bodyguard, giving my life for my charge is just the nature of the work.” And the client was secured and away. Whomever was after him would be found out soon. So successful job accomplished.

    Why Haytham felt the need to inform the Lady that he wasn’t just some idiot picking a fight in the middle of the street, the Templar was not sure. Pride? Perhaps. Mostly something to talk about. It did not harm to tell the healer, in the abandoned alleyway, of his work profession. There was no real way to use it against him either, as it was perfectly legal.

    He continued to listen quietly, as she indicated the bullet went through: clean wound. He breathed a sigh of relief. As someone who had shot in him before, digging them out was bloody hassle. And painful. Now he could just get stitched up and be on his way-

    Haytham frowned, not just at the pain or absence of string, but of the instructions the healer gave him. ”Eat something?....” And suddenly she answered his question. He jumped as he felt the icy feeling of water running down his back, his stomach suddenly feeling as if he hadn’t eaten that large breakfast in the morning.

    The pain, however, was magically gone. Only the growling of his stomach remained as he blinked, glancing down at the woman and watching as his skin, though clearly still covered with blood, was whole as if the bullet never passed through.

    Haytham was not so used to being surprised. ”My word!” He declared, mouth open, hand touching the area as if he couldn’t quite believe it himself. He stared up at the woman, a rare true smile upon his face. ”Completely fascinating, how on earth did you manage….”

    He stopped himself then, noticing the way the woman teetered, stumbling. Her body suggesting a deep exhaustion. A strange sort of shame waved through Haytham at the sight: whatever she had done was clearly as much a toll as any doctor undergoing hours of surgery.

    He stopped her with a hand upon her shoulder, before she could walk away. ”Milady, I am in your debt. If you would please but wait until I got dressed, I would like to have the honor of escorting you home.” He didn’t point out that she looked bloody exhausted, and likely to fall over at any moment. Or that he wanted to ask her about her miraculous healing abilities. A little of both…..

    "Please milady." He said, sweeping into a bow, "It is the least I can do for the service."
     
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  8. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

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    Occupation:
    Infirmary Head
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Human - Aes Sedai
    Age:
    27
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good


    Bodyguard. Hm. Nynaeve just let out a sniff at that, not caring to respond. It didn't change much about the situation. Certainly, he had been protecting the life of another person, but she doubted he did it for free. And he could simply have restrained the attackers and called for the defenders, rather than taking the law into his own hands and executing them. Nynaeve had plenty of opinions on people who killed so frivolously, but she was for once too tired to go around spouting them, so she settled for a sniff and a quick tug of her braid.

    Once the Healing was complete, Nynaeve's intention had been simply to go on her way, to return home and curl up with a blanket, a book and some herbal tea. As long as this man got himself something to eat and a decent night's sleep, there was absolutely nothing else she needed to do for him, and no reason for her to stick around.

    When she turned away though, she was stopped before she could start to walk off by a hand on her shoulder. She glanced at him, a questioning light to her eyes before they scrunched up with the sudden wide yawn that all but split her face in two. At his request that she walk him home - even going so far as to make a leg that wouldn't have looked out of place in any palace court - she peered at him for a moment.

    "I don't need an escort," she told him stoutly, and was about to keep on going when she paused for just long enough to glance back at him. "But thank you." The words came grudgingly, and she quickly turned her back on him as though staying after thanking him would result in more pleasant behaviour. Still with one hand closed around her braid and her other one holding her coat tightly at the front, she strode off out of the side street and around the corner, doing her best not to show her exhaustion in each step that she took.


     
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  9. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    Haytham was all gracious smiles and polite bows, now that he wasn’t limping and bloody that is. And a large part was thanks to the miracle of the woman in front of him. Who despite clearly disapproving of his job, had stopped and helped a stranger. And while his wound was clean and not necessarily life threatening, she’d healed it with no problems.

    It was enough to impress the Templar. And he was not easily impressed. He wanted to ask her questions, wanted to know more about her magical ability to heal with just a touch.

    Alas: the woman was not going to make it easy. Declaring that she didn’t ‘need’ an escort (despite looking so exhausted she was about to faint), thanked him, and continued on her way out of the alley.

    Unfortunately for her, Haytham was not a man easily dissuaded. He reached down, pulling back on his overcoat, hastily buttoning it, then throwing his cloak over his shoulders. Now shielded from the cold winter chill once more, he went after the mysterious healer.

    But not via the streets, which had started to crowd again. His men making quick work of clearing the bodies and alerting the authorities. And like sheep: humans continued on after the brief scare, telling themselves that there was nothing to be concerned about if they themselves could not see it.

    No: he did not go thorugh the streets. He went to the wall of the alley and started to climb up to the roof. Once on the roof, the Templar entered the Vision, the world turning a dark black and blue, with hues of gold here and there…. Finally the image of Nynaeve, highlighted gold in his Vision, appeared in the crowd…..

    He leapt across the roof, jumping down to an awning of a café, then down to the street next to Nynaeve, a cheerfully bold smile upon his face as he did so as if he knew exactly how cheeky he was being. ”…. I’d have to insist milady.” He told her, calmly, as if he had just chased her through the streets and had not just hopped down from a roof. ”After all: you are clearly exhausted. Something that is my own fault. It would not bold well if I let my savior faint in exhaustion before she could get home.”

    Always a man of reason. Surely the woman couldn’t ignore that she was exhausted and could use a hand? And despite the fact that the cafe smells were divine to his empty stomach, he was willing to help.
     
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  10. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

    Posts:
    367
    Occupation:
    Infirmary Head
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Human - Aes Sedai
    Age:
    27
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good


    As she walked along the street, she heard no sound of pursuing footsteps, which made her both surprised and satisfied. From her experience, men seemed to take it as an affront to their pride if a woman turned down their protection. They normally refused to accept that a woman could actually take care of herself without any need of their muscle and hairy chests, and would follow after and insist on doing so anyway as though they were doing the woman a favour and not just getting in the way.

    At least that one didn't seem to be quite so prideful as that, since there seemed to be no sign of--

    He landed right next to her, apparently after having run across the roof to catch up with her. She stopped dead, staring at him and his frustratingly cheerful smile, her hand now actively pulling down on her braid until her scalp started prickling. "I thought you'd got the message. At least now I know not to think too much of you," she said grumpily, with an exaggerated roll of her dark eyes. Light, she just wanted to get home. She'd had a stressful shift since before dawn that morning and overly courteous men who seemed to think she was made entirely of Sea Folk porcelain did not help matters.

    She let out a sigh of frustration. He was so polite, it made her want to yell at him. But at least he was polite, she supposed. It could be worse. She could be dealing with Matrim Cauthon after a stressful day at work. Just the thought made her feel even grumpier. "I am not exhausted," she lied with an indignant sniff, before looking him up and down and letting out a huff.

    "If you are so desperately in need of something to do," she said finally, starting to walk again, being even more careful to hide just how tired she was, "then fine, you may accompany me." Then she turned slightly to face him, still walking, and wagged her finger in his face. "But don't get in my way."


     
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  11. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    Haytham chuckled as she informed him, quite honestly, that she didn’t think too highly of him for ignoring her demands. ”I have very select hearing at times, it is true. One of my many faults….. that and trying to help beautiful young ladies like yourself.” The last part was said so smoothly it came out of the man’s mouth like honeyed butter.

    Haytham was everything: cordial and gracious to the ladies around him. To a fault, such as when he remained when he was clearly not wanted. That was actually apart of the story of how Connor was made, actually…..

    ‘Im not exhausted’, or so the woman insisted, looking as miffed as they came with being denied her ability to simply stumble home in her state. Haytham smiled, ”A thousand pardons…. Mildly tired, then.” He pointed out, quipping about it rather than insisting she was otherwise. Because she was: exhausted that is. Haytham was observant enough to see she was dead on her feet. And again: he was observant enough to know it was his own fault.

    Finally though, after those minutes of deliberating whether to continue on her course or accept his help, she finally relented. But not before sticking a hand in his face and wagging her finger, a warning to stay out of her way during their accompaniment. Haytham took the hand gently in his, and turning it, kissed her knuckle with a bow. ”….. I would not dream of it.” he soothed in a deep voice, blue eyes usually steel were sparkling with mischief at the action, letting go of her hand. ”Haytham Kenway, at your service.”

    He should at least know the name of his savior. And with those instructions done, he gestured for her to lead the way.
     
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  12. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

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    Occupation:
    Infirmary Head
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Human - Aes Sedai
    Age:
    27
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good


    At the compliment, her eyebrows flew upward, and she sniffed again, even louder than last time if that was even possible. If he thought she was a woman easily diverted by sweet words, then he had another bloody think coming. He was starting to remind her of Matrim, actually. And Valan Luca, the insufferably pompous menagerie owner who had so wanted to marry her for some crack-brained reason. He was like a mix of the two.

    As if the courteous compliment wasn't enough, he went so far as to turn her finger-wagging into smoothly kissing her knuckles with a bow, a smile and an introduction. This time she couldn't help but gape at him. This sort of audacity would never happen at home these days. Sometimes she wished Aes Sedai carried the same weight here as they did in the Westlands. He'd even kissed the hand that had the ring that marked her as what she was on one of her fingers - the golden ring in the shape of a serpent eating its own tail - and would give men such pause and concern. No one wanted to annoy an Aes Sedai back home, after all, except for those confounding Whitecloaks.

    "Nynaeve," she said as she snatched her hand back, reluctantly leaving off the things she wanted to say. Nynaeve al'Meara, Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah. She would have if there was any chance this man would either know what she was talking about... or even care. Then she continued on her way, a bit more of a stomp to her step than she meant to be there, muttering under her breath in irritation: "Bloody woolhead with more charm than sense."

    Her stride was slower than she'd have liked because she was exhausted. Healing the amount that she did each day took its toll, and combined with the fact that she rarely took any days off, she could no longer remember the last time she wasn't so tired she could have just fallen asleep standing up. She led the way, stifling another jaw-splitting yawn as she turned a corner, cursing her home being on the other side of town from the clinic. She really did need to reserve enough energy for a gateway at the end of each day.


     
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  13. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    Haytham grinned, a little half grin that looked like he knew exactly what he was doing. True enough, he saw the ring. But no one said you couldn’t be charming to a married woman. Perhaps that was the nature of her resistance, and they would return to her abode with her husband some big strapping young man who would beat anyone who even so much as looked as his wife sideways.

    Or try to. Old and worn he may be, but Haytham Kenway was no pushover. As well she witnessed, having taken down several men half his age.

    He followed her graciously, remaining to her side at a slowed pace than his usual fast strut. Going slow, for while she seemed to stomp and get some energy from calling him ‘whoolheaded’ again (to which she would hear just a good-natured chuckle from the older man), she was also moving with all the speed of a snail. She was well and truly tired as they turned the corner, making their way down another less-crowded street.

    As she continued to yawn and walk slowly, Haytham tried for conversation. Not necessarily hard: as the man was already brimming with questions.

    ”I must ask, Miss. Nynaeve.” He questioned as they continued their slow pace, hopefully talking to someone would distract her from falling asleep on her feet. ”For that is quite a wondrous ability to heal you have… how in the world does it work?” His tone, though polite, showed a certain kind of wonder found more in younger men than old.
     
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  14. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

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    Of course, the gold ring on her finger was not a wedding band, and she wasn't even married, but if he'd voiced that assumption, she might not have bothered to correct him. There was certainly no point in explaining what the Great Serpent ring actually was and trying to explain Aes Sedai, or the White Tower.

    They walked in silence for some time as she picked her way through the town, and she felt herself get more and more tired as she went, wandering along even at her slow pace as she was. Maybe she ought to take a day off tomorrow. It wasn't like anyone would tell her she couldn't; she ran the place, after all, and when was the last time she'd had a day off at all?

    When he asked about her Healing, she glanced sideways at him, fending off another yawn behind her hand. She swayed a little on her feet. "Magic," she said gruffly. The One Power was never called magic back in her own world, but it was the easiest and clearest way to explain in Pandora without people giving her bewildered looks. "I Healed you with magic."

    It wasn't like she could get all technical either. She didn't really much know the details of what saidar was. She'd started learning to use it on her own, after all, and when she'd gone to the White Tower, she had been skipped past the novice rank immediately. There was much formal training she was missing, and the technical details on how she did what she did were one of those things she was missing. She just knew how to do things, but not how to explain them.

    They weren't even halfway across town yet, and she was so tired she was starting to get light headed, her feet sore from having been on them all day. When she turned a corner a little too sharply, she was hit by a wave of dizziness, and stumbled a little to the side, throwing out a hand to hold herself up against the wall with a growl of frustration.


     
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    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    Haytham was prepared for some kind of explanation other than just ‘magic’, of course, and when that was all she offered he looked mildly disappointed at her lack of desire to share much more than that. Maybe she just didn’t trust him with the information. But how confounding and silly: beyond the Assassin’s Vision he inherited from his father there wasn’t an ounce of magical ability within him. And even then: you could chalk up the Vision to simple genetics. A stray gene created in the Assassin bloodline from early ancestors who had relationships with Precursors.

    Not much magical in his own world. Everything could be explained away with science and logic.

    ”Yes but…..” He hesitated, realizing that she was tired and despite his own frustration this wouldn’t be the best conversation to have when she was already sore and cross. He dropped the topic, resolved to find out where this lady worked and when she was more well: ask her for tea and conversation. Even if she could not explain it fully, it would be a fascinating conversation indeed.

    Of course: any sort conversation he might have had afterwards. Opening his mouth again to ask about her world. What that was like, as any world with magical healers must have been fascinating….. she then stumbled and fell against the wall.

    ”Miss!” He rushed to her side, looking her up and down carefully. Exhaustion it was, and there was no indication that she would walk on, or be able to. Haytham did as he always did: made a choice and stuck with it.

    ”…. A thousand pardons.” That was the warning she got before she was scooped up in his arms, bridal style, as if she weighed nothing but a feather. Most likely she’d be furious at being treated as such but really: she was exhausted what much damage could she do? Right?.....
     
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    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

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    She really was in no mood right then to try and explain just what saidar was and how it worked, so his quick hesitation and decision not to continue what was clearly another question saved him from the tongue lashing she was just preparing to give him with a warning scowl in her dark eyes. She was too tired, she didn't want to think about things in order to explain them.

    When she staggered against the wall, she held herself up, shutting her eyes for a moment as she waited for the exhaustion-induced dizziness to pass. She knew she'd be fine - all she needed with some nice honeyed herbal tea and some well-deserved rest. She just had to get home so she could have it.

    Before she could even manage to get herself together to keep walking the rest of the way there, her feet suddenly left the ground, the world spinning sideways. "What the-- What are you doing?" she squawked, her voice rising higher with each word in outrage as she realised that this man had just swept her off her feet and was carrying her around in his arms like she was some maid to be courted at Bel Tine and too tired to continue dancing around the Spring Pole.

    She lifted her hand and smacked him around the head, though in her exhausted state it was really more of a feeble swat than anything. "Put me down this instant or I swear I will dangle you out of an upstairs window by your bloody smallclothes!"


     
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    She acted understandably upset at being carted about, but he smiled merrily as she demanded to know what he was doing with a progressively squeaky voice. ”…. Carrying you.” He pointed out, his voice suggesting he knew exactly that he was pointing out the obvious and being cheeky about it as he did so. ”Will go a lot faster about getting you home so you can rest, Miss. Nynaeve.”

    Of course she was not the type of woman to take such a thing laying down.

    He expected the slap, turning his head to the side in order to try to avoid the worst of it. Chuckling cut short by another swat that almost knocked his hat aside, causing the man to stop and readjust with only a little difficulty. It wouldn’t do to lose his hat, now would it?

    ”Come now, be reasonable. You are going to have an accident if you insist on trying to walk home in your current state….” He paused as she gave the threat, an eyebrow raising on his face, even as a slow half smile appeared at the threat. ”Now isn’t that is incredibly lewd of you. I had no idea you were that kind of woman, Miss. Nynaeve.” He continued on down the street. ”I’d have to decline, in any case. Would hate to take advantage.”

    He was teasing her mercilessly and he knew it. Damn cheeky, but it was of no harm.

    ”Which way then?” He asked as he came up to a cross between two streets, well aware certain people were turning to stare at them. And not giving much pause to care.
     
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  18. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

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    It was the logical thing to do. Healing him had sapped what little energy she'd had left, and she had been struggling to get home. It made sense for a taller, stronger man to carry her home when she was having trouble staying on her feet. The quicker he could walk with her, the quicker she could get home and have the rest she so terribly needed. It was logical.

    Unfortunately, Nynaeve wasn't always the most logical woman. She was driven by emotions, not logic. And the emotion that drove her right then was indignation, pure and simple.

    "I am reasonable!" she griped loudly, ignoring the people that turned their heads to look. "But I do not need to be manhandled like a sack of potatoes!" Never mind that he wasn't doing that at all. He was carrying her in exactly the way a gentleman should carry a lady having trouble walking, but that was completely and utterly beside the point. Being carried at all was manhandling, as far as Nynaeve saw it.

    Then the rest of what he said sank in, and she spluttered. "I didn't-- I wasn't being lewd, I--" Her face went red, both from the topic she had landed herself in and from indignant fury, and she folded her arms across her chest, glowering up at him with as much rage in her eyes as she could muster. "If you don't put me down, I will throw your hat into the river."


     
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    Haytham chuckled softly as the look on her face was pure pouting as he carried her on their way. ”I am not. Carrying you like a sack of potatoes, that is. Sacks of potatoes are carried round the shoulder.” He told her, matter of factly, not to mention cheekily, ”I could carry you that way, if it is the Lady’s preference.”

    He knew it was no, not likely her preference. At least this was a proper way to be carried should a lady feel ill. ”For someone so exhausted you are showing remarkable energy.” He pointed out with a sly grin, turning right as she had not given him directions. She’d have to be more direct if she wanted to go home quicker.

    She looked mightily upset at the implication, and Haytham had to stopper a laugh (something he hadn’t had to do in a while. He very rarely had the occasion to laugh, after all). Then, after she sputtered, she threatened the one thing on his person he very much cared about. His hat.

    Haytham stopped walking, leaning in as close as he could with her sitting sulking in his arms, and with a very wicked smile said softly:

    ”If you do something as impolite as that, my good maid. I will most assuredly carry you home over my shoulder….. not only that we will take the roof tops.”

    Free-running with someone over his shoulder was difficult, sure. But it was possible. Especially one so tiny as her. He pulled away, smiling again as if he did not just administer the counter-threat at all. ”Now then: which way again? Sooner you tell me the sooner you are rid of me.” He said almost cheekily.
     
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  20. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

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    His suggestion that he could carry her around like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder if she so wanted made her eyes narrow dangerously at him. "If you even so much as try, I will kick you from here to Pandora Town and back. Without using the portals," she growled, her arms unfolding so that both of her hands could close around her long braid, which was all but bristling in anger.

    When he leaned down close to her, she stiffened. The motion coupled with his earlier comment that had made her face redden so caused the absurd thought that he might try and kiss her to flit through her mind, and she prepared herself to give him a good solid punch on the nose, but luckily (for him) he did no such thing.

    He did, however, return her threat with one of his own, before good-naturedly asking her which way to go home in a way that made her want to punch him anyway. It didn't help that he called her maid. She wasn't... Well, she was, but... that was beside the point! It wasn't his place to presume.

    "Next time you get yourself hurt, you can get yourself to the clinic," she snapped. "I shouldn't have bothered stopping to help you. You are insufferable." She huffed, tugging on her braid, before she jabbed her finger in the direction of the correct street to take, in a violent manner as if she wished his eye was there where she was pointing.


     
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