Verkur had left Rain's and gone hunting. If you could call causeing an accident, getting four people killed, and stealing one of the bodies hunting, then that yes, he went hunting. Then he'd bathed in the Lorax and flown home, crawling into the matress on the floor and went to sleep.

His home hadn't changed in the slightest. The big stone chair was still in front of a fading summoning circle, the desk by the wall stacked higher with more books and more papers, another shelf added and it too, like the first three, sagged under books. The matress in the corner was still unmade with only one blanket.

Verkur slept completely nude, lying on his stomach with one arm flung out, the other tucked under his face. His hair was braided in a twisted complex braid that ran past his waist, nearly past his butt. The green comforter covered to his waist, his wings were standing upward into the air on his back. Even in sleep, his muscles were working.

Alice was not happy least to say. He has been cut up too many times, and that is really annoying.

He needed to find Verkur and this was the first place he came to, after all, it was the other's home. He scowled as he entered in the doorway, bending slightly to do so and made his way into the 'house'.

He looked around the room for a second before spoting Verkur, aw how sweet he looked. Too bad. Alice came walking over to him, stillhetto heels clicking. Apart from the ruined shirt, he looked as fine as usual.

He squated in front of Verkur, giving him a good poke in the side, trying to wake him.

"Hey Verkur...I told him what you wanted me to...I'm pretty sure he loathes me now too." He cocked his head, and emitted a sigh, feeling tired himself.

He was already awake. Sensitive hearing from those pointed ears and stillhetto heels don't make for light sleeping. He did open one eyes from the prod in the side however. At seeing Alice he raised up slowly, unfolding himself, and propped up, belly down, on his elbows.

"And when will the great Lucian see me?"

He couldn't see the marks on Alice's back if Alice is faceing him.

Alice shrugged, "Well, he told me to tell you that when you wanted to meet up with him, to call him."

He kneeled down before the other, feeling very tired. He was till upset about his shirt, he reached behind and pulled on it slightly so it didn't look too messed up, a hard thing to accomplish.

Verkur frowned.

"And..." He prompted, rolling over and sitting up. The blanket fell away and still Verkur didn't seem bothered with his nudity. He stretched his long legs, toes spreading, then relaxed.

Alice wasn't bothered by the others nudity either, he had been walking around his apartment naked for pete's sake.

"And what?" Alice blinked, "Oh yes, I have his number too, since you need it to call him...have a phone?"

Alice has a cell phone if Verkur needs it, as long as he doesn't destroy the damn thing.

"No. But Emrys will." As if Alice knows who Emrys is. "I'm going to take you to him and have him fix your booboos. Maybe you'll stop simpering about scars."

Since Emrys can prevent scaring to a reasonable exstent. He stood up then and collected a pair of black leather pants, this pair in a deep marron color and yanked them on over flesh. He found a tight black silk shirt and pulled it over his head, pulling his braid out of the shirt. He looked around for his boots.

"Emrys, hm? Okay." Hmm, must be another pet. Alice nodded, standing back up himself. He glared at Verkur, mentally telling the other to shut the hell up.

He tried to stretch his arms but stopped with a muffled whimper, damn, where Lucian had carved his numer in his shoulder really hurt. It was proably bruising too.

Damn.

Verkur looked at Alice when he whimpered. He'd found his boots and was shoving one foot into one of them.

"What's wrong with you?" A deeper frown. "You can fly right? Because Emrys is living in town."

Alice scowled, he had flown here, but that had really bagn to hurt. He stretched his back only to loosen up again, visibly wincing.

"No. I don't beleive I can, or should for that matter, fly anymore. Damn." His licked his lips, giving a hiss.

Verkur looked over at him again.

"What's your fuckin problem. I hardly touched your back." Just your chest mostly. "Doesn't matter. I'll carry you." He still wants to know what's wrong with Alice's back.

Alice turned on Verkur, eyes flashing and he gave a hiss, obviosuly very unhappy about this.

"What's my problem? What's my problem?! My problem is he carved his fucking phone number in my back!"

He clenched his fist and shook his head, he was going to buy a new matress before he got home, set up his bed when he does, and then treat himself to a nice long soak.

He hurt.

Verkur paused, raised a charcoal black eyebrow, slid his other foot into the boot, and looked about as calm as he had before he'd smashed the glass on Rain's counter. His eyes had started to glow faintly.

"Come here." He grabbed Alice's arm with a gentlness he'd only used on one other of his beings, Acid, after he'd been beaten up. So he's mean...but no one else is allowed to hurt his beings. He turned Alice around and pulled the shirt open to look. His eyes blazed. "Lets go."

He walked to the door and waited for ALice, holding his arm out to pick him up to carry him.

Alice didn't figth back when Verkur pulled him to him, he allowed him to be moved and he gave a sigh, "Right, let's go."

Alice gave another sigh and walked over to Verkur, taking the other's hand. Time for another fun flight...wee.

OOC....they fly to town......lol....that's sad.

IC: Verkur landed at the bottom of the stairway of one of the dorm buildings on the college campus, still holding Alice around the waist. He put the Angel down, though kept his hand so they both remained invisible to the human, or even inhuman eye. He marched them up to the second floor and to Emrys’ door and pounded on it. After a moment a short, stocky but thin man opened the door. He was wearing sweatpants and that was it. His hands, forearms, and chest had soft, smooth scars, his eyes were covered by a blindfold.

“Yes?” His voice rasped, not like Verkurs. He sounded like he either smoked to much or had burned his vocals.

“Seer. I’ve brought someone who needs healed.” Verkur surged forward and the blind man backed away from him, sucking back and avoiding touching him as though he were the plague. “Heal him. Where is your phone?”

“o...on the counter I think.” The room, basically was full of books and piles of clothing. Folded and not. There was a love seat, a chair, a bed, and empty bed, and a book case. Most of the furniture, except for the bed that had sheet, were piled with books and papers. The room smelled strongly of herbs and medications.

Verkur took the phone from the counter and turned Alice and pulled up his shirt, reading off the number as he dialed it. They were both visible now. The phone rang and Verkur let go of Alice. Emrys was standing tucked as far from Verkur as he could get.

“How...bad are your wounds? I’ll...need too touch them to see them.” His back was against the wall, away from Verkur. Maybe it was just a general rule that anyone Verkur knew was afraid of him?

He had spent a few moments studying everything before and after Verkur brought him in and used him as his phone book. Wait, where did that kid go? He looked over the room before spotting the boy, Emrys as Verkur called him, slip back against the wall.

Alice raised an eyebrow at the other's behavior and made a sigh, walkig over to him. The other was more afraid of Verkur than he was. He made a tsch noise, in front of Emrys, he was thinking.

"Well, I have a phone number carved in my shoulder and quite a few lovely markings on my chest thanks to Verkur, the most serious ones are on my thigh but I'm not going to let you feel them yet."

His voice was somewhat crisp, but the speaker was obviously miffed. He took of his shirt, the wraps were still on. "I had put some bandage wrap on them..." They were quickly taken off and some rustling annouced the appearance of his wings.

"Be careful with the wings please."

Lucian came to the phone probably near the last ring before the answering machine would pick up. He cradled the phone against his shoulder as he laid comfortably on the couch. Probably the last time he'd do that for a long, long time.

"Hello?"

Verkur didn't like at all how comfortable that voice sounded.

"Mr. Lucian," he drew the name out in that rasping low voice. Again, I'll say for Ran's benifit, Verkur's voice is very obviously not meant for human language, all the words sound stressed, as if he's pronouncing carfully, or as though it's hard to speak the words. "Must I make an appointment or may I see you immediatly."

He automaticlly assumed it was Lucian that answered. Cocky. And a smartass.

"Immediately. Do you have a preference of place?" Lucifer had two elements working in his favor. He had a high tolerance for pain and was a little bit of a masochist. Otherwise, he was doomed for the fight. He was very strong, but Verkur beat him out by sheer age and brutality. Plus, he had to vocalize anything magical or he couldn't perform.

Standing up with the phone still cradled, he unbuttoned his shirt so his scar was free. Much easier. He even started to slip on shoes.

"My home."

What a place to choose for a fight. Wouldn't you want it anywhere but you home, given you don't want your home /Destroyed?!/ No. Verkur lives in the middle of absolutly nowhere.

"Do you know the projects on the outskirt of the city? North of the good side of town?"

The 'projects' he spoke of had been a plan to extend the city. They'd begun building and had gotten half of the housing skelitons up and some of the houses completed when the buildings started sinking. Turned out, the land was unstable and they abandoned the project. What kept homeless bums out of the area? A lot of them claim to see a big shadow with claws and wings and glowing white eyes lurking around. I'll give you one guess what that might be.

He leaned against the wall, nodding, "Yeah, I know what you're talking about." He fidgted, tugging on his sleeves. "Near there? Anything more specific though. I won't find you among the homes of homeless." That's what Lucian had fondly nicknamed the place. Instead of 'the project', it was 'the homes of homeless'.

Completely inacurate. There were no homless varmin living there. It made the demon smirk though. He watched Emrys scoot away from Alice as Alice said he had wings. He moved the receiver from his mouth.

"He isn't me Seer. He's not going to kill you."

Emrys was shaking. He nooded. Verkur turned his back and spoke into the phone again.

"No. Just get there. I'll find you."

"Fine." And with a click, the conversation was over with. He tossed the phone onto his couch.

Without further ado, he was out the door. No sooner though, he found himself where Verkur had directed. He chose to stand in the middle of the project area. He had a long, cashmere coat. With his hands stuffed inside, he stood comfortably with his eyes closed, listening. Waiting.

Alice shook his head at the other and threw his hands up in the air, well one actually, but he did and hissed out something like 'Kill me now'. He turned back to Emrys glaring at him.

"Well? Are you going to do something or just stand against the wall and quiver?"

Yes, Alice was feeling snappy, one could suppose he was allowed to. He felt like crying too, not out of sadness but out of frusteration. Calm down Alice, you are dealing with a terrified human. Calm down...Alice took in a deep breathe and blew out slowly. Try to be nice.

"Sorry, I'm just very unhappy right now, and very sore."

He wondered what Verkur and Lucian were doing at the moment. Verkur was probably making a fight for dominance or something like that. Lucian was probably going on about how he hated him. Ugh, he felt only slightly guilty about that bet.

But he felt more miserable than anything else.

When Verkur had stalked back across the room to leave, Emrys must have had wonderful ears because he stayed perfectly across the room, matching step for step. Truthfully, he knew what Verkur looked like, he saw what he was capable of. In fact, he'd even had a vision weeks ago that had turned out very similar to what happened to Alice last night.

Are you going to do something or just stand against the wall and quiver?

He started against the wall. When the door closed, he came away from the wall and actually moved around as though he could see through that blindfold. He knew his way around the dorm. He pulled a piece of plastic over his bed, obviously he did this a lot.

"Sit there."

He got out a pot and filled it with water, put it on the little stove to let the water boil. Verkur had called him Seer, which was his pet name, and he wondered if his new patient knew his name.

"I'm Emrys. What's your name?"

Alice followed his directions and walked over, sitting on the bed. He gave a sigh and leaned forward, resting his head on his hands. So his name was Emrys was it? Verkur had called him 'Seer', must be a nickname. What was his name?

"I'm Alice."

He wanted to take a nice long soak in a hot tub right now. Yea, that sounded really nice. He'd have to walk home becuase he didn't feel like flying and he was going to bar all of ihs doors and windows to stop anything from being able to come in.

Very nice idea. After he got 'healed up' by this Emrys of course.

Emrys turned around and pulled out a wooden chair from under the half a table against the wall. He drug it near to the book case and stood on it, reaching up to the herbs that were tied to the cieling over almost every inch of cieling. He sniffed one, ignored it, sniffed another, took it down. He repeated the process until he had three different herbs and a root of ginger in his hands.

His hands...his hands had a fine tremble running through the scared fingers, up the arms. He was not a happy man. Not in the least. he began to dice the herbs, then began to grind thim in a bowl into fine powder. He added a little water to stir it into a thick paste as the water on the stove came to a boil.

He worked methodiclly, knowing where everything was, measureing without cups or spoons. He then washed his hands and moved over to Alice, carrying the hot water and a cloth. He set the pot on the nightstand and stood in front of Alice, flexing his fingers as if getting ready to pet a rabbid Dog. Anything Verkur brought in here was to be mistrusted.

He reached out and stopping.

"Show me where the most severe ones are."

He wore no gloves.

Alice rolled his eyes, the young man was obviously terrified. He snorted.

"I am not showing you my thigh right now..." He was the who mistrusted the other. But where was the second most severe ones? His hands, yes, those ones were really deep. He unwrapped that hand and placed it on the other's hand.

"Here is the other most severe ones."

He rubbed his nose with the other hand and gave a small shrug, "It was worth it I suppose..." Speaking about his wound and why he got it.

Emrys reached out, his hands searching air until his finger barely brushed skin with the other and he jerked his hand backwards like he'd beenn burned. He took a deep shacking breath, the breath rattling loudly in his throat. He seemed to be gathering his will around him, not magic, just sheer will. He reached forward again and his finger's came in contact with Alice.

An image flashed in front of his eyes, a blurry, fire like image. He was seeing Alice through a second sight and looking at him his head tipped sideways. His lips came apart slowly in awe. His finger traced one of the wounds but he didn't seem to be all there. His finger on the open wound probably hurt.

"Your beautiful like him." Him being? Verkur of course. He was probably just as dangerous too. That was right before the visions hit and Emrys' body stiffened. He slid slowly down to the floor, his fingers falling away from Alice's and his body convulsed.

Seizures.

Alice only sat there, looking at the other, he was beautiful like him? Who's him? Alice was suspecting it was Verkur but before he could do or say anything the other had slumped to the ground and then stared to convulse.

Alice stared on it shock, what the hell? He didn't try to touch him though. What was happening?

Emrys was probably having an unenjoyable time, let's see what he was seeing, shall we? There were little flashes and tidbits but almost all had blood in them.

Alice giving his feral smile as he stands atop a building, crystaline wings out. Alice sneering as he pins a young man down with daggers. Alice smiling softly and a young woman talking. Alice scowling, walking down a street. An apartment, all the furniture upside down. Verkur on top of Alice, trying to pin him down on the ripped matress, gold blood coming from Alice and spilling onto everything. Verkur nearly ripping out Alice's heart. A smashed glass and Verkur looking towards Alice. Alice and Lucian facing each other down. Lucian pinning Alice against the wall, carving numbers in his back. Alice giving Lucian a mock kiss on the mouth. Alice sighing and looking exhausted.

Emrys convulsed through out the entire thing, his fingers curling into hooks, tearing at his own face, nails too short to scratch cut and left bloody trails. He pulled the bindfold off of himself somewhere through out and what was beneath was a thin strip of paler skin, scars all around his eyes like those on his chaset and hands. His eyes were very white, Like Verkur's but they didn't glow, thoguh there seemed to be something glowing behind them.

Alice looked exhasted and Emrys flung up the barrier that kept the visions at bay and the convulsions suddenly stopped, just like that. He coughed very red, blood from his mouth, coating his lips. Then scrambled to his feet and covered his arms with an arm, hiding them. He searched the floor, found the blindfold and yanked it down over his eyes.

His face, neck, and chest bleed only lightly, blood welling to the surface and ceasing there. It left very few lines over tanned, weathered skin. He coughed again, more blood. He didn't cover his mouth but coughed it down his body. If he touched his own blood he'd have to wash his hands again before touching Alice.

Before he could loose his nerve he reached for the angel again. The very dark, very unfriendly, very not-to-be-trusted Angel. He touched the hand, the wound, ran a finger over it. He picked up the rag, soaked it in boiling water, and wrung it out. He set to cleaning Alice's wounds.

He seemed to act as though those visions were normal, convulsing on the ground and coughing blood was normal.

"Verkur did this to you." Raspy voice was even more hoarse.

Alice tried not to stare at the young man, but he couldn't help it. He was especially interested in the other's white eyes. He leaned forward to get a better look but the other stopped, coughed up blood and covered them. Damn. Alice said not a word. Simlpy preffering to watch him and see what happens.

The other walked over to him and took his hand back. Alice's jaw clenched when the other ran his finger over the hand wound but said notthing. Not until Emrys mentioned Verkur. He did this? Why yes actually.

"Mhm, indeed he did, he doesn't seem to like getting punched in the face." He gave a sigh, "But I don't appreciate being handled roughly. Did no good for me though..."

Emrys' hand jerked lightly at the news. His hands were steady, so steady, but a tremble ran through the rest of his body. Was it fear of Verkur, the convulsions, or fear of Alice? Actually, it was all three, that toppled on top of having been beaten up by a boy half his size two weeks prior and he was really shaken. But his hands were medically steady. Except for that light jerk.

"You hit him? Are you stupid?"

For a moment, in his suprise that someone would have had the never to hit Verkur, he forgot that Alice was dangerous too. Not as bad as Verkur, mind you, and the vision was mild and pretty to some he'd had, but still, Alice was dangerous. He bite his lip, swallowed blood.

"I'm sorry," He said quickly. He took the rag and lightly went over the wounds, cleaning the with hot water. It probably would have been esier to do if he weren't imagining the rag turning gold instead of red. He shuddered.

Alice shrugged, "It's okay, I know it wasn't smart, but it helped releive some stress. It's his fault too, barging into my apartment and demanding sex."

Alice watched the other's hands, despite him being nervous, the boy was pretty good at this, and gentle. Not anything rough, add a point for Emrys. He gave a grumble.

"I hate that. Especially when I am stressed out."

Alice let his head rest on his hand not being cleaned. He was tired, maybe he'd just fall asleep here.

Emrys ignored that sex comment as much as he possibly could. But hide it from body language or not, his face couldn't keep off the suprised and shocked look. Verkur was wonderfully beautiful but he was definatly not...Emrys shuddered at the thought. His hands still stayed very steady. Very gentle.

"Don't do that. Your getting sweat and whatever else you skin carries on your wounds." What? He was blind. How had he known that Alice had rested his head on his hand? Truth, Emrys had learned to read movments. He felt Alice's body shift from the hand he was holding. He felt it shift sideways and then downward slightly.

"I hate it when people come into my dorm to."

He said it pointedly. It's, after all, what Verkur had just done. Suddenly, Emrys had this fear of ALice telling Verkur what Emrys had said and he frowned, turned his attintion to working the rag up his arm. He re-wet the washrag and held out a hand for Alice's other hand, letting go of the first. The blood was drying on his chest. Ugh.

"Don't touch that one. It's clean. I don't want to clean it again." So clinically detatched.

Alice chuckled, shocked eh? He didn't say anything but lifted his head when the other said not to do that. Huh? Don't do wha- oh. Okay. He lifted it up fully, the hand plopping back down onto the mattress.

He gave a weak, rather half-hearted grin, "I guess you don't like him dumping me on you then, hm?

If he knew that Emrys was worried about him blabbering off to Verkur, Alice would ask Emrys if he was stupid. Alice wasn't like that, he found it funny that Emrys seemed to dislike the other.

"Okay." He nodded, holding the hand up in the air and waving it slightly. He made sense.

"My other hand isn't injured." He thought that would be useful info, "But my chest is covered with cuts." His shirt and bandages were alreay off too.

Still not letting him clean his thigh.

Emrys paused and lifted his head from his work slightly as though he were actually looking up at Alice with scrutinizing eyes. He wasn't of course, but he made it seem that way.

"I don't like Verkur....period." He was going to say he didn't like Verkur bringing anyone here but what he said was truer then what he was going to say. He frowned and reached outward on hearing the other hand wasn't hurt. Why would Verkur hurt one hand but not the other? He found Alice's chest with the washcloth and began to clean it, then got more boiling water.

He seemed completly detatched from the fact that he was touching a man's naked chest. So Clinical. So, practiced.

"Where else?" He asked. The cuts. Where else were they.

"I can't say I especially love him, but I'm not sure if I hate him. I find him very aggravating though."

He relaxed when the other washed his chest, he didn't feel very threatened by this young man. And why should he? Where else? Well...

"I have some on my thigh, but don't bother with those. I do have a phone number carved in my shoulder though."

Keeping his hand in the air, he got up in his knees and turned to the side, so that Emrys had access to it. "Here. Dont press to hard, this really hurts." He stressed 'really hurts' out a bit so Emrys should get the point.

It was bruising too. Ouch damn, he was sore.

"I have no control over how much it will take to cleanse it. Do not complain."

How does Emrys know when all the dirt and grain is gone from a wound? Well, no one can really answer that. He suspects its some sort of sense though. He cleaned the wound, unconsciencly memorizing the phone number as he traced them with the rag.

Once the wound was clean he wet the rag again.

"You said the worst was on your thigh. If it was worse then what I just found on your back, your going to seriously scar unless I care for it."

He sounded so detatched at the thought of Alice dropping his pants. Probably because as a healer, he's delt with more personal situations before. Emrys ran his hand over Alice's shoulders, held his palm a half an inch over his skin and moved it over his chest that way.

"You are bruising. There is nothing I can do about those but give you medication to ease the pain and rush the heal."

Alice frowned then sighed. "Fine. I'll let you handle it, but after the other things are taken care of."

He was going to stubbornly stick by that, no matter what. The other would have to beat him in a game of willpower before he convinced him otherwise. Or unless if he has a really good point.

"I'm bruising all over, especially on my thigh, that hurt. Verkur swiped at it after I kneed him in the face." He rubbed his nose, "Thanks."

Why does he tell him how he got them? Not becuase he was bragging, but he just needs to tell someone why he has these markings all over him. The thanks was for what? Having medicine that can tone down the pain. Very nice. Sigh.

His poor skin.