Ame Damnee The Sanctuary

Errol
The Sanctuary

Errol listened to Wroth's question, his frown deepening by the second. Having seen the big guy's state in the Clocktower, he had no doubt it was just his hormones raging, and he was about to say just that, but then he started talking about how great Xena looked and Errol could not help but feel a small tinge of irritation at that. Wroth has been checking Xena out? What a pervert. Then he had started... talking that she had a nice... ass... and Errol's temper kicked up a considerably higher notch.

He pressed his nose bridge to calm himself and replied. "Listen, Wroth. What you're going through... is normal, sure. It's just attraction. Your transformation must have made your body to... suddenly grow like this, and suddenly experience these kind of things. However." he paused, his gray eyes narrowing at Wroth and giving him a small glare. "How ever attracted you are to Xena, I will not have you thinking perverted thoughts in her presence."

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Xena Mythriel Al'vyon
Garden, The Sanctuary

Xena listened to the orc's arguments, cradling the flowers in her palm. What Guruk said made a lot of sense. Unless different types of people are exposed to each other, they will never learn to live together. They will always be living inside their own borders, locking outsiders out. There will never be peace and harmony between the two. It took time, patience, compassion... she closed her eyes, contemplating, and when she opened it, her eyes shone with resolve, a decision formed in her head.

"The Sanctuary will not become the first Church of Aditi...." she trailed off, emphasizing her decision. "However... Guruk is right. And the philosophy of the Sanctuary do say that it is open for anyone who is in need. So... while I want the Sanctuary and the Circle to remain as two different entities, feel free to spread your cause within my walls." she gave them a small smile. "Should the locals question your existence in Abaddon, you will be under the Sanctuary's protection. I cannot do much but... people do owe us a lot, and the least they could do to show their gratitude is to respect the people under my care. Does that sound fair?"
 
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Durbul, The Sanctuary
Durbul counldnt help but chuckle at Wroth's problem. Was he going thought puberty or something? Durbul could of sworn the tempture in the room dropped from the glare Errol gave Wroth.
"Afraid I cant help you there." Durbul said between his chuckles. "I don't really know much about being horny!" Durbul burst out laughing while his hands sat atop his head with figures pointing out in the shape of horns. Durbul's humour might of been a bit crude, but that tends to happen after years of hanging out in taverns and dirty fighting pits.

"Ahh I need to write that one down." Durbul muttered to himself while shaking his head.
 
Wroth
The Sanctuary

Showing a complete obliviousness to Errol's glare and showing a confusion at the man called Durbul's comment and hand gestures. Wroth spoke in a quiet yet audible voice. "Not like I can help it... And what do you mean Transformed? I haven't been able to transform all day ever since I got these horns... In fact, everyone seems to have shrunken down ever since the Golem attack, what the fuck? Did some spell get placed on the whole world while I blacked out?"

"The Sanctuary will not become the first Church of Aditi...."

The first church of Aditi? Who the hell would put a church to Aditi in Abbadon?! Wroth didn't really care much for religion in the slightest, he wasn't devoted to Lucifer or Aditi. Feeling like they didn't affect his life in the slightest he just never bothered with them.
 
Maric Vakarian - Sanctuary Gardens

Maric's smile widened considerably as Buttercup voiced his thoughts aloud. Xena had actually managed to stump him with such a well phrased argument, but Buttercup always found a way to cut through the logic of the brain with logic of the heart. Xena relenting on letting the circle spread their cause was about as good as the two of them were going to get out of her in her current state. Anything further would require a much deeper relationship between the two of them, which Maric was looking forward to building.

His face brimming with joy, he embraced Xena in a hug. He wanted to both display his gratitude and establish a minor bit of intimacy between her and him. He released her from his hug and took her hands in his, clearly overjoyed. "Fair? It's more than we ever hoped for! Thank you Xena, you wont regret this, I promise." Acting as if he just noticed where his hands were, he quickly removed them from her own, blushing a bit in convincing embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

Hoping she got the hint, he returned his gaze to her. "We really appreciate it though Xena, and if there's anything we can do to help you around the Sanctuary in return just let us know. We want this to be as beneficial for both parties as possible. Also, again, if you ever need someone to talk to about things that are happening, I'll always be open for you. Especially now that we'll be operating under the same roof more and more." He laughed with a wink.
 
Errol
The Sanctuary

Errol made a gesture of running his hand through his face before giving Wroth the best of his disappointed looks he could give the guy. "Wroth... go look at your reflection in a mirror or something. You need it."

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Xena Mythriel Al'vyon
Garden, The Sanctuary

Xena was caught off guard with the sudden embrace Maric has given her, but for some reason the hug was not unwelcome. In fact it felt rather... comforting. She was reminded of the way Taran's arms felt around her just earlier today. Taran. Everytime she remembers him she felt like she was being stabbed in her heart. His refusal to tell her any further information felt like a betrayal. But every time she is also reminded of the way he stood with his back to her, overlooking the Empyrean Palace, the sound of his voice... it was so lonely. She couldn't help but wonder. Who was I to him? I thought of him as my mentor and nothing else... but is that really the truth? What has she forgotten? Frustration was building inside her again. Why can't he just tell her? Why does he run away? Why...

So many questions, so few answers.

She blinked as she realized Maric had released her and was now holding her hands, his expression filled with gratitude. His hands were warm. What were they talking about again? Ah, that's right. The Sanctuary and the Circle. She seemed to be rather dazed until he blushed in embarrassment and apologized. She couldn't help but be amused by that expression, laughing softly. "For an incubus, you are rather modest and gentlemanly, Maric. That's actually admirable of you. I once had a friend---"

She stopped abruptly. Huh? What was she going to say? Her head hurt. She held it, disoriented. There was an image in her head, very faint: the inside of a house, blood, ice, a young man, gold eyes--- who? "E-Excuse me." she said as she stepped back. "I think... I need some water." She said it as an excuse to get inside, but as soon as she said it, she suddenly became painfully aware of the burn in her throat as well. The whole day had been so eventful that she had forgotten to even feed her thirst. Her first instinct was to ask Errol for some... sustenance, but since the Sanctuary is full of visitors, it looks like it'll have to wait. It didn't matter. This isn't the first time she had to deal with this. It has, however, made her aware of one other thing in the garden... she glanced at the two, making a worried expression. There was a very faint tang of rust and iron in them, an awfully familiar smell. "Did any of you two got injured in the last attack?" she asked, wondering where the smell was coming from.
 
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Maric Vakarian - Sanctuary Gardens

Maric's brow furrowed at Xena's apparent disorientation. It was obvious that she needed rest so he decided to find a way to end the conversation and let her rest up. He saw an opportunity when she questioned whether either of them were injured, he had this lie ready since he'd gotten changed. "No, but we did have to help one of our members who was injured in the attack. Buttercup dispatched the golem without difficulty while I attended to the poor soul. We were in the necropolis at the time, much to far away from you or anyone else with healing magic and I didn't want him to suffer. I made it quick and painless, he's with Aditi now." He said with a solemn look on his face.

He indicated for Guruk to follow him as he went with Xena to the back door of the Sanctuary. "Once again we thank you Xena for letting us spread our message through the Sanctuary, I'm afraid we must depart so we can tell our other members the good news, but we'll be back soon. In the meantime, try to get some rest, the last thing anyone wants is for Abaddon's greatest healer to collapse from the stress." He said with a compassionate tone. He put one last comforting hand on her shoulder before he began to depart.
 
Xena Mythriel Al'vyon
Garden, The Sanctuary

Xena blushed a little at the compliment. She took great pride in her healing, and it was nice to see that people appreciate it. Although it is indeed regrettable that she wasn't able to save the poor soul in Necropolis. "That's too bad. I'm sorry for your loss. I look forward to meeting the Circle members, though... I commend you all for being wonderful Samaritans. It is something that the city needs for a long time now." she walked towards then, but stumbled a little. Her throat was burning like crazy. It was good that the pair is leaving. Perhaps she can... close the Sanctuary for a few hours...

"I shall see you out, and then try to take a nap." She promised, smiling weakly.
 
Wroth
The Sanctuary

Wroth's eyes rolled to the side walking to a mirror. "Ok, but I don't see why-" Trailing off as soon as he saw what he thought was a window at first. "Who's that ass-hole?" looking back at Errol and Durbul. Errol looked as if his left eye was twitching just looking at Wroth and then suddenly his steely demeanor broke for just a second as he facepalmed. Wroth was getting more and more confused, this jackass in the window seemed to mimic every move Wroth made and even seemed to have his horns, the hair was long and crimson with the horns sticking straight out, his well-toned chest was exposed while wearing some rags almost like a caveman, and his eyes had the... Same... Bags..... The eyes went wide with understanding and possible regret. "WHAT!?!" the sheer force of his voice was enough to shake the building and send some birds flying.

"T... That's me's??" he said pointing to the mirror looking over at the two men. And I just called myself and ass-hole.... This day just keeps giving.
 
Guruk Shamad
The Garden inside The Sanctuary

Guruk stood from the garden beds, embarrassed for his friend's gestures. Maric had always been the confident type and at times, his advances left a sick feeling in Guruk's stomach. The orcish man walked toward the door, stopping to nod and smile at Xena; "Thank you, Xena. I will forever be grateful for your kind heart. Please rest and feel better, I am sure that I will see you later." Guruk looked to Maric with the expression to tell him that he would not be waiting for him and nodded as he left the gardens.

The giant didn't bother to look at the other three in the Sanctuary as he passed them and exited the building. He stood outside momentarily to gather his thoughts, we almost lost her there for a moment. I am glad that it turned around in our favour... Maric can handle it from here. I best get back to Hi'dric and report in.


 
Maric Vakarian - Sanctuary

Buttercup had left the two of them alone, and Maric was starting to get really worried when Xena stumbled. His compassionate smile was replaced by a look of terror as Xena started to fall over. Quickly Maric leaped into action, catching the girl in his arms. "XENA!" He cried, turning her over and gently slapping her face to try and wake her, she just passed out, like Maric feared would happen.

Quickly picking her up he ran into the infirmary, placing her on one of the open beds. He looked at Errol, desperation in his eyes. "You! It's Errol right? She passed out from exhaustion, do you have anything that can wake her up?" He stood next to her holding her hand, a look of confusion on his face. "I don't get it. Buttercup and I had dropped by when she had a busy patient list before and she was weak, but never like this. What the hell happened to her today?" He wondered aloud.
 
Errol
The Sanctuary

Errol stood up, completely ignoring Wroth on his identity problem completely, especially when he saw Xena in the man's arms, unconscious. He was worried, but he was already expecting this since he had seen Xena's state earlier. The girl had always been too good at pushing herself to the limit. He walked towards them, studying her face. She looked pale. He held out his hand and gently took her from Maric's grasp. "A lot of things. Fatigue. Breakdowns. Hunger. I'd much rather not wake her, but..." out of nowhere, he suddenly pulled out a pocketknife from his sleeve and flicked it open. With a swift movement, he put the blade on the side of his neck and slashed a shallow cut, before carrying Xena to one of the more secluded beds. "Move the curtain close." he instructed Maric, gesturing to the curtain that seperated it from the others. "She sleeps better when its darker."

Placing Xena gently on the soft bed, Errol made a small sad smile. His blood trickled down his neck and dropped on her cheek, and soon enough, she roused, opening her eyes slightly. "E...?" she murmured, dazed. "What---"

"Shh..." Errol said gently, as he leaned down closer for her to reach his neck without effort. She nuzzled a little closer to him, licked some of the blood clean,and bit. He winced, very slightly, but with the past few months of her feeding on him, he had gotten used to the feeling. She took long but gentle gulps as always. Errol closed his eyes, felling his heart pounding in his chest, euphoria pumping through his veins, his body's usual response. She was breathing hard against his ear, her hands clutching on his chest. And then she just... stopped.

Errol pulled back, and as he suspected, she has indeed fallen back asleep. She looked much better now though. There was color to her cheeks again. He smiled fondly, like the way an older brother would look at a younger sibling. Brushing a bit of her hair from her face, he noticed that lips and cheek were still tainted with red, so he took a towel in the bedside drawer and wiped it off, then proceeded to wipe the blood off his neck. She didn't even have enough energy to heal his wound back like she usually does. "She should be fine now." he told Maric. "Hopefully. I'd much rather if she rested for the rest of the day." and with that, he kissed her forehead, softly.
 
Wroth
The Sanctuary

Looked at his new form in confusion, interest, and a little bit of worry. He had always been a child of 12 for as long as he could remember anything, even after 25 years have passed he was still a 12 year old in appearance, so why now was all of this happening? Why did he suddenly become aware of Legion? Who was Taran? and most importantly of all to Wroth, who the fuck was he!? What was he? Even a Daemon isn't this strange Wroth knew that so why was he special?

"Special is too weak a word to describe us don't you think? I would use Superior or Transcendence."

An unfamiliar voice seemed to ring in his ears. "What? Who said tha-" The voice disappeared as quickly as it came leaving Wroth with the image of Xena passed out his thoughts instantly changing to worry over her state. "Xena!" He rushed over to see what was going on and if he needed to break a few heads.
 
Durbul-Stonefist
The Sanctuary.
"Well bugger me. " He saw Xena in a mans arms, Durbul couldn't help, but feel it was more bad news. However before Durbul could observe further a curtain was put around the group to keep from prying eyes. Durbul wanted to help, but he had a gut feeling that whatever that could be done would be done by Errol.

"Guess I will wait here." Grunted Durbul. He would of gone too look, but the curtain was put up for a reason and didn't want to interrupt whatever important operation that as going on.
 
Maric Vakarian - Sanctuary

Maric did as Errol instructed and breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the color came back to her cheeks. He put a gentle hand on her shoulder, giving it a light stroke, then looked at her servant. "I couldn't have said it better myself. She's letting me and the Circle of Sanctity spread our message here, so if there's anything we can do to ease her burden, let me know. She might be a bit too stubborn to tell me herself."

He was startled a bit by the daemon guy rushing over. He put a comforting hand out to calm him. "Easy big guy, she's just really tired from working all day. Errol hand-" He was cut off when his hand made contact with Wroth's chest, his power activated inadvertently, more images flooded into his mind. He saw a tower, and familiar faces that he didn't recognize, but he feels like he should. His body intertwined with different partners from this group, including....Xena?!

His body jolted as he was thrust back into reality, not knowing what just happened. He tried to chuckle it off. "Apologies, I'm not sure what came over me there. I should be going now, my order is waiting for me. Just take good care of her Errol." He gave the daemon a nod before rushing out of the Sanctuary. As he exited the closed door, he gasped out a held breath. "What the hell just happened?" He asked himself. It seemed that Buttercup had left for the Necropolis and right now Maric needed him bad. That or a good lay, but he chose his friend as he unsteadily made his way back to the Necropolis.
 
Errol
The Sanctuary

Errol simply nodded at Maric as the man left. He didn't know much about this Circle of Sanctity thing, but if it was Xena's decision, he'd just go with it. Besides, the two men from earlier seems to mean well. At least the guy who just left seemed to be genuinely worried about Xena. He gave Wroth another disappointed look though for being so loud. So loud in fact, that Xena stirred a little. He placed a finger on his lips and shushed him.

With that done, he closed the curtains shut and gave Wroth a look. "No peeking inside anymore. Let her sleep." And with that, he sat back by Durbul, absentmindedly caressing the wound on his neck again. It was a force of habit whenever it hasn't healed yet. It was very rare that he doesn't get the wound healed. Oh well, he'll just have to deal with it for now. "Well.... sorry about that. The Sanctuary isn't often busy, but the Clocktower incident just made a city full more of potential patients. I hope you don't mind. "
 
Wroth
The Sanctuary

As soon as that man put his hand on Wroth they both saw things that seemed alien yet familiar to them a tower, other faces, some including that one guy..... Maric and.... Xena? The visions faded as soon as Maric took his hand off Wroth's chest.

"Apologies, I'm not sure what came over me there. I should be going now, my order is waiting for me. Just take good care of her Errol."

When the man was out the door Wroth picked up what he said 'What the hell just happened?' seems like he got more than he bargained for when trying that trick. Or did he do that on purpose? Wroth would have to find him later and ask him some questions but for now, he didn't want to leave Xena's side. Errol was starting to piss Wroth off again, shushing him and insinuating he wanted a peek at her, he might have been messed up in the head right now and his new body was raging at him every time he eyed a female But he wasn't going to hurt Xena or do... That to her. Though her sleeping form did calm him down enough not to raise his voice but to just grind his teeth and sit down with Errol and Durbul. "I'm not leaving. And if you try that trick on me Errol I'm pretty sure my horns will snap me out of it and you'll have a bad time. You, Xena and this guy aren't the only ones that have had a shit time today..... Can we just call a truce until she wakes?"
 
The Sanctuary.
Durbul Stone-fist.
With a quick dismissive hand gesture Durbul began to speak. "Bah. Don't worry about it. I am just glad that whatever happened at the Clocktower didn't do lasting damage." Durbul then noticed Errol moving his hand around the wound. "Where di-" Durbul was going to ask where he got it from, but stopped. It might of been a secret and didn't want to put his friend in a pickle.

Durbul sat and thought. "So Errol. What do you do in your spare time? Do you drink? Gamble? What about Dancing? Don't worry I don't Judge. " The questions came out very quickly and was very sudden from Durbul and delivered with a strange curiosity. He was ecstatic to meet his friend again but it had been so many years that he wanted to find out new things about him. Durbul had too few friends in his life to let them drift away.

Durbul quickly glanced at the horned Wroth and said to him "You should sit down and relax. for Xena's sake." This Xena person seemed to attract a lot of attention and Durbul couldn't help but feel like that it was going to get worse before it got better.
 
Errol
The Sanctuary

Errol nodded at Wroth as placed his finger on his lips again, speaking rather softly. "A truce it is. Just please be silent, everyone. She had been working so hard. I want her to get as much rest as she needs."

"So Errol. What do you do in your spare time? Do you drink? Gamble? What about Dancing? Don't worry I don't judge.'

Errol blinked, seemingly taken aback by the question. Really, what does he do in his spare time? Earlier today he had hung out at a Tavern and drunk some apple cider, but other than that he does not go out of the usual routine of the Sanctuary and Xena's residence much. He gave Durbul a look for a moment, before scratching his nape. "Well...." he started. "I cook... and I play the piano." he replied uneasily, glancing at the piano at the far corner of the room. Two rather bland activities it may be in other's eyes, but he kind of enjoyed it. Two hobbies his time with Xena had made him develop. "I... don't like crowds so I don't really get out much. Drinking, gambling, dancing... I truly do not have that much of an interest. You?" he asked, directing the question back to his friend.
 
Wroth
The Sanctuary

Despite the question being directed at Durbul Wroth decided to chime in, if nothing else just for the sake of fighting off boredom. "I Drink a lot and eat meat mostly, I guess a hobby of mine would be hunting beasts in Oblitus, working with Lillith I'm given special clearance to come and go.... Don't know why she has me watching that little bastard of a son. I know for a fact she doesn't even care about him." Wroth didn't like Galizur at all but that was just because, he hates kids in general yet he found it strange even a cunt like Lillith could be so cold-hearted to her own son.
 
"Piano, Funny after all these years I never heard squat from a piano. Always seemed like the type of things nobles had. I myself like the sounds of the all mighty drum." Durbul always like the drums. A good drummer could match your heartbeat and control your very movement with their music alone.
" I myself like to drink mostly but a few times the Drummers let me beat the drums. It felt as my heart was showing the world its very passion." Durbul turned his hand into a first and smashed his hand into the middle of his chest. It always felt primal when Durbul hit the drums.

" Apart from that. I like looking around the more exotic shops, gives me a good taste of the outside world.

"I Drink a lot and eat meat mostly, I guess a hobby of mine would be hunting beasts in Oblitus, working with Lillith I'm given special clearance to come and go.... Don't know why she has me watching that little bastard of a son. I know for a fact she doesn't even care about him."

Durbul turned to Worth. "Cheers to that my friend. Eating and drinking are true pleasures of life." Durbul really didn't understand about the hunting beasts or who this Lillith was but ignored it.

Turning back to Errol durbul said with a cheerful smile. " You should cook us up a feast some day. I would like to taste your cooking!" Durbul wasn't lying. A lot of cooks he had seen were dirty old men who did not care for their food and would sell shit on a stick if it made them a quick copper. Durbul turned his gaze to the Piano in the room, he would of asked Errol to pplay but he was sure he would want his boss to rest instead.
 
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