[Good evening, Rynlan. If you're in the dormitory on the evening of Wednesday, you may see Zelgadis walking in the hallway and... looking different.
There are feathers stuck to his clothes, wedged in his needle-like hair, just. Everywhere. He's covered in some kind of filth that's hard to identify -- it's translucent and crusty and smells oddly sweet.
He looks over to see that he's been spotted, and faces Rynlan with a tired expression.]
[well, he's immediately focusing in on the cuts, leaning in with a frown.]
Are you injured? And don't play it off with me, I will know, I've done this for long enough. You need to wash off anyway but you especially need to make sure any cuts aren't contaminated...
It's certainly annoying to have to get by without healing magic...
[He doesn't react when Rynlan starts plucking feathers off. He's probably going to have to learn to use the laundry machines later...
... However, when Rynlan plucks one from atop Zelgadis's shoulder, something happens.
A tiny, shadowy appendage strikes out from behind Zelgadis's neck, swiping at Rynlan's hand (or perhaps at the feather he just picked up). It flails a few times in several quick motions, then disappears, slipping back into the hood of his cloak.]
A moment passes, and the shadowy creature springs out of his hood again, swiping and gnawing at another feather stuck to his shoulder. This time, it stays in view long enough to be identified.]
[he takes the kitten carefully, keeping the feather in hand so that he holds its interest. hello tiny baby... he looks so pleased to be holding this little creature.]
Here. I'll babysit while you get the syrup and feathers off, then let's see if we can't get it fed.
[don't thank HIM this is officially the best day he's had in hell... he's just going to play with and dote on this kitten until zelgadis finishes up and comes back.
it's likely worn out and snoozing by then, after plenty of playtime.]
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Week 1, Wednesday
There are feathers stuck to his clothes, wedged in his needle-like hair, just. Everywhere. He's covered in some kind of filth that's hard to identify -- it's translucent and crusty and smells oddly sweet.
He looks over to see that he's been spotted, and faces Rynlan with a tired expression.]
... Need a change of clothes.
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[he stops short, glowing eyes wide. helLO?
oh yeah and he also has like. rips in his robe sleeves that bandages are visible under, with a small cut on his cheek. we are all fine here.]
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I could ask the same of you.
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[Zelgadis's clothes are also torn; a few glimpses of blue stone can be seen through cuts over his left shoulder and chest.]
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Are you injured? And don't play it off with me, I will know, I've done this for long enough. You need to wash off anyway but you especially need to make sure any cuts aren't contaminated...
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My body's one-third rock golem, remember? I don't get injured that easily.
[Indeed, there is no blood. Whatever cut through his clothes got stopped at his armour-like skin.]
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[maybe you could cut a rock golem, he's unfamiliar with them... but he definitely looks relieved.]
You said it was the corn maze, right-- what is this.
[eyeing whatever this mystery substance is...]
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Between the homicidal scarecrows and booby-trapped vegetables, I'd say I'm done with that place for a while.
[His gaze turns to the visible bandages on Rynlan's arm.] Looks like you already got treated, but how bad did they get you?
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Not badly. Flying glass shards from a broken mirror-- grazed me, mostly.
[but glass cuts definitely bleed. the fabric wrapped around his arms has a slight purple tint here and there.]
Mild electrocution and some bruising, besides that, but also minor.
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It's certainly annoying to have to get by without healing magic...
[He doesn't react when Rynlan starts plucking feathers off. He's probably going to have to learn to use the laundry machines later...
... However, when Rynlan plucks one from atop Zelgadis's shoulder, something happens.
A tiny, shadowy appendage strikes out from behind Zelgadis's neck, swiping at Rynlan's hand (or perhaps at the feather he just picked up). It flails a few times in several quick motions, then disappears, slipping back into the hood of his cloak.]
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[pluck, pluck... wait Excuse Him. did something just- swipe at him. his hand jerks back, hair tendrils wriggling.]
-what was that?!
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A moment passes, and the shadowy creature springs out of his hood again, swiping and gnawing at another feather stuck to his shoulder. This time, it stays in view long enough to be identified.]
... I found it in a pumpkin patch.
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he immediately melts, reaching up to wave the feather for it to bat at with a little smile.]
Well, hello, and who are you-? Have you named it?
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Zelgadis just shakes his head. Nope, no name.]
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[a kitten in hell is POSSIBLY not just some sad little animal.
he ignores the possibility.]
I haven't seen any fish around, but-- well, I'm sure there's something it'll eat. There's meat, at least.
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... Guess I'll try the food court later.
[This kitty will dine on McNaldo's patties or... something.
... Anyway it can restrain itself no longer, and it starts batting eagerly at the feather.]
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[he is a cat owner he knows very well that it will be fine, and yet.]
If you need an eye kept on it while you clean up, I've had several before.
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[He picks up the kitten and holds it out. Please babysit this creature. He has no idea what he's doing.]
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[he takes the kitten carefully, keeping the feather in hand so that he holds its interest. hello tiny baby... he looks so pleased to be holding this little creature.]
Here. I'll babysit while you get the syrup and feathers off, then let's see if we can't get it fed.
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[He'll head off to go shower and change his clothes, then.]
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it's likely worn out and snoozing by then, after plenty of playtime.]