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WHO: Cassian and Sanzo in one, Cassian and Amberdrake in another
WHAT: DINNER TIME and A brief material run
WHEN: Shortly after Christmas, before the shops in Fayren close.
WHERE: Everglade and Fayren
WARNINGS: Gore, violence, mentions of cannibalism

4 SANZO
He'd gone too long. He knew he'd over extended himself, the gift he got from Tannusen could only last so long. Wheezing, stiff, the faint sound of flutes beginning to sound in the back of his mind, tonight had to be the night. He wasn't going to risk it all again, he couldn't. He couldn't keep relying on someone else here to patch him up every time he fell into shit.

He was a grown man. He could take care of this.

As it had been for two thousand years, the hunt was on. As it had been for two thousand years, the iron dagger found its mark, the husk soulless yes, but oh how they screamed like any real living thing would. Once, perhaps, he would have shrunk away from the sound. A long time ago, he'd be frantic to silence them, clumsily slashing at vocal cords and sobbing in fear and horror-

He knew how to work now, and the screaming was quickly silenced to pathetic, wet gurgling as the cloaked man snapped ribs with ease, feeling the rippling sensation of that thing pulsing in the back of his head, feeding his meager strength. Peeling the membrane off the heart. Sinking his teeth in and silencing the husk forever.

Blood everywhere. It stank of it, but the pain in his body and his lungs faded with every bite, even if it couldn't fully sate the beast. Just another bandaid.

But for now, it would do.
4 Amberdrake

Of course, Everglade wouldn't have the materials he needed. No one would stock in the type of silver he required, and he didn't even ask any shops there. Seemed like a good way to get a lot of unwanted attention. So, wrapped up in fleece and wool, cranky and miserable and cold, headed for Fayren.

They'd have what he needed, or at least part of it. He could always return home and finish blessing it all later. He had some energy in his step now, so the little man was going to be quite the obnoxious terror in Fayren, picky and fussy with everything he picked up, viciously haggling every single object down.

"I'll only be takin' pure silver, and not anything else. I don't want any steel or nickle in any of this- What else is in this mirror? Oi! Tis a real question, does it look like I'm foolin' with ye?"

Yeah. Not a good day for Fayren.

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"Pity it hasn't killed him yet," Sanzo spat from where he lay on the dirt. Fuck Cassian and his stupid as comments about how well Sanzo fought. If he wanted to make sure the fucker didn't move again, he could've done that! Asshole should consider himself lucky Sanzo didn't want to put a bullet in his brain.

"Ye feckin' smart alek." But he didn't say anything beyond that because one does not insult the doctor.

There's an uncomfortable squirm, a sensation he's unfamiliar with. Something was weird here, he felt exposed- "What the hell are ye lookin' at in there..." Not a threat, but there's a hint of concern in that tone.

Oh yes, that did feel weird. Not agonizing, as bone shifting very well should feel, but deeply strange, the priest squirming again as things began to line up correctly. "Ye weren't jokin'."

The comment on the state of his lungs just earned a bitter glare from the smaller man. "And what do ye expect me to do about it? Nick over to the pharmacy for a new pair?" AS FOR YOU, SANZO-

"I'll live three times longer than you an' yer tar balloon smoke suckers, that's fer goddamn sure."

"Well, I could fix the scarring, just like I periodically fix the tar in Sanzo's lungs," Amberdrake dropped that particular bomb-shell. "Something to think about, it would be a... process."

There was a lot of scar tissue to contend with. A. Lot. Like... how many lifetimes have you had pnuemonia for... levels of a lot.

"Now, pay close attention to this, because it's serious. The splints I'm leaving on these bones are pretty strong, but it's just energy. They will be weaker than normal while they're healing. I could expedite the process, but forcing bones to knit faster than normal often makes them weaker permanently."

Not to mention trying would probably leave Drake face-down in the mud. Bones were serious drains to try to push forward. He was already looking a bit pale as it was, a grey cast starting to make its way into face and hands. The energy had to come from somewhere, after all. A little came from his patient, but the lion's share by far came from the Healer.

Amberdrake moved to work on Cassian's collar bone, finally, supporting the cranky man's elbow with his other hand while he worked. There was the shifting of bones again as everything lined up, and the feel of energy wrapping around the break to hold it in place.

Sanzo knew this healing had to be getting to Drake and the drained look to him didn't go unnoticed. What a waste to spend what energy he had, after putting Sanzo back together, on that jackass.

"What good has living that long done you, asswipe?" Eating hearts in the woods, what a life.

No he was starting to catch on to just how much energy was going into this, and when Drake moved to try and repair the collar bone, that was when the shouting started.

"Oi! Leave off, ye look half dead!" Gray, he had decided, did not look good on the other man. Technically not on anyone, but especially not on Drake. "I'll take care of that one meself, I know how to jimmy a splint for that." Wouldn't be the first time that particular bone broke, collar bones weren't exactly the strongest one in the body. Once more, back to Sanzo-

"None of yer goddamn business, donkey."

Amberdrake huffed out a sigh and finished up the collar bone. "Yes, a collar bone is going to be what over-extends me," oh yes, that was indeed some dry-ass, grade-A sarcasm. "All those years Healing entire battalions of fighters and support staff in the Mage Wars, and I still just don't know my own limits."

Clearly.

And no, grey did not look good on him. That rich, dusky skin-tone of his was much better looking in the warmer registers.

"Just don't push the energy splints and re-break it all," Drake withdrew his hands, and the Gift, his eyes re-focusing again. Energy splints was right; it was very faint, that energy sensation, but it was still there, wrapped precisely around each broken place in Cassian's skeleton.

Drake was too good at his job to wobble at this low level -- for him -- of exhaustion; he stepped away and produced the thermos of bitter herbs again, uncapping it and finishing it off in one long pull. Ugh.

Drake's sarcasm was enough to distract Sanzo from the yelling he had planned for Cassian. He snorted in amusement, Amberdrake was more coherent right now anyway. Cassian hadn't learned the lesson he had to, never sass the healer, not even a little. Sanzo still did but he didn't now, and that's all that mattered.

"You're wasting your time on him Drake."

"Don't ye feckin' even start with me-" It actually almost seemed to take effort to shut himself up, finally clamping down on his tongue in order to convince the vile thing to stop moving for ten minutes.

"I won't." Short and sweet and to the point. He'd go home, drink, go to bed and not leave the house for a long ass time. The shop would just have to be closed for a little while until he could heal correctly.

Through the twisted up, annoyed look on his face, genuine concern lingered behind the glasses as Drake took the last of the herbs from the bottle. He should say something. Thank you, probably.

"Thank y-" SANZO.

"I swear to God, I will get up and smack your face straight off of your face."

Drake lowered the empty thermos and rubbed his forehead, torn between a spike of amusement and a blanket of weary exasperation. THESE TWO. ESPECIALLY YOU, CASSIAN.

"You'll do no such thing," Amberdrake finally capped the emptied thermos and put it away. "The next one of you to attack the other is getting spanked." Because honestly. Drake didn't care how old Cassian might be under all that lack of aging; he'd dealt with older. He'd very likely make good on that threat.

"I'll put a bullet between your eyes if you come near me." He still had the gun in hand! He meant it! Drake got a sour look for his reprimand but no retort. Some things weren't worth risking.

"Piss off, freak, you're done here." Cassian was healed, so he should leave now. Right now. Faster. Leave!

"Oh yes, cos ye've done such a good job what of shootin' me in the face up until this point." He doesn't believe you and he double doesn't now that Drake is here.

"Everglade is actually my home, so why don't ye get up and wobble on home, gimpy?"

He really, really needs to see if Drake was serious.

For science.

Edited 2016-12-30 06:25 (UTC)

Drake shuddered at the reminder that they were in Everglade. Yes, visibly shuddered.

He moved over to Sanzo and offered a hand down, "Try not to put more than three-quarters pressure on that leg," he told the monk, "you can use my shoulder for support."

Sanzo faced a terrible war with his pride. His impulsive nature told him to fling himself at Cassian, that would deal with the immediate damage to his ego. Sanzo had killed hundreds while more injured than this, he could take one frail priest. Then again, he'd never recover if Drake carried through with his threat and he was always serious with his threats.

"I spared you earlier, asshole." Sanzo took the hand and pulled himself up. He wobbled in place, sour at the idea of having to lean on Drake for help but there wasn't much of an option so he did.

"Ye couldn't kill me if ye had three cannons a tank and the rest of yer feckin' life to do it." He was getting up too, wobbling, but considerably more stable than Sanzo and his buckshot hip.

Sucker.

"Ye come sniffin' round me ever again, I don't care who ye share a bed with, I'll break your pretty face right in half."

"Do not use me as ammunition, please," Amberdrake asked it very nicely, but also very... mm, there was a finality there. He helped hoist Sanzo's arm over his shoulders and held onto the priest's wrist, looping his other arm around the skinny blond's waist. May as well, if the cat was out of the bag anyway.

The birds all at once stopped their little perimeter-checking and started to gather up, as though they'd been asked to. Two of them had even found the bits of buckshot that had passed through Sanzo's leg, and seemed determined to bring it.

Driven momentarily speechless from indignation and horror that his relationship with Drake was so easily figured out, Sanzo didn't have a snappy retort to Cassian. The look he gave the other priest was meant to be murderous but was more offended than anything. Of all the people to know who he was, somehow, involved with!

"If I see you again, it'll be to fucking kill you," he finally spat out, all sorts of offended right now.

"Of course, Sir Amberdrake, I do apologize to ye." To him. It was sincere. But it's just for him and not for Sanzo, who is on the receiving end of a very unpleasant, smug, thin smile.

"I'll be waitin' for ye, I'm sure ye'll be able to find me again, donkey."

Amberdrake just laughed, because they really were just too damn much alike. He nodded to Cassian in parting, and moved to haul Sanzo away, his little birds acting as little homing beacon guides.

Cassian came very close to getting shot. So close. So very close. Drake moving Sanzo away was all that stopped him. Damnit! He was even more pissed now than he had when the fight started! He ground his teeth in fury. Later he would so find that ass again.

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