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1 An Understanding[Social|Skullkid] on 16/05/18, 07:21 pm

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The exaggerated reaction from the stranger overwhelmed Zion and he began to feel a bit worried. Having his hand shaken with such vigor was all well and good, but the wailing was a bit much. Noticing the blood on the young boy's shoulder, Zion's worried expression turned serious. This stranger had gotten hurt as a result of helping him. Zion blamed himself and so he couldn't just ignore the stranger's injury. "Follow me, we need to treat that wound." Taking advantage of the fact that the youth was shaking his hand, Zion grasped the wrist of the boy's uninjured arm and led him to the wooden door of the tower which had been kicked in by the raiders.

Inside there was a library/study with a staircase coiling upwards higher in the tower. Zion gave pause when he saw the state of the room. The bookshelves had been knocked over and torn apart, the window smashed, and his father's desk had been raided. The large scrolls containing his research on magic tool was no where in sight. The grip on Skullkid's wrist would tighten unconsciously, but only for a moment. Catching himself, Zion would let go and run up the stairs into a laboratory on the next level above.

"Wait there! I'll be right back!"

After leaving the boy to himself for a moment, Zion hurried back down the stairs with a tray. On the tray was a jar full of wine, clothes, and a coagulant. "I'm not much of a doctor...But drink some of this and then pour it on the wound, hurry! Before you lose too much blood. Once you do, I'll add this." Zion urged Skullkid to do as he was told holding only the best intentions in mind as he reached into the bag of coagulant and grabbed a handful of white powder. Clearly he was at the ready waiting only for his injured guest to comply.



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'Zion, zion, zion...' Majora kept repeating the name as if he were counting, mindless repetitions with the intent of remembering the name. He had forgotten every other name, sometimes he would forget his own. Majora simply didn't want to botch this chance encounter. However, it had seemed as if Zion wanted to help and it was a reassuring feeling, the tears began to subside as he was lead into the building.

Majora noticed the damage from the raiders. What made it worse was that they were clearly a part of a tribe from the plains. He only began to realize that all the tribes were suffering, not just the one he abandoned. They would turn against their fellow man, simply for a bit of money and a bit of an easier life? It was pathetic, his tears were dry now from Zion's actions and direction of the situation, along with the thoughts of anger and pity for the tribes of the plains.

Majora was lost when they had come to a stop, Zion seemed to stop him and go into a separate room above them. Majora's shoulder was spilling blood across his arm, and while he felt the pain, his sense of wonder dulled it. There were no structures like this in the plains and there were many interesting things, the glass was jagged and transparent and he peered outside to seem some of the raiders. Some of the bodies walked away, while some were lifeless... 'A burial.' Majora kept the thought of keeping the integrity for those who lost their lives. By then, Zion came back down with a plate of goodies.

It would have been smart to inquire what it was he was taking, but he was too curious and giddy, possibly delirious from the blood loss that he drank the wine. His face squished up as his throat turned raspy for a brief time. Then he gave his shoulder a quick dousing, and then put the neck and mouth of the jar against the wound, as the red wine grew redder as it mixed with the blood, but absolving his body from the bodily fluid.

He felt the sting, but it was no worse than when it went down his throat. He grabbed at the powder, getting it stuck to his wine and blood-stained hands and he caked it onto his own wound, which was strangely relaxing and calming, removing a bit of the itching. "Like this?" His technique wasn't very good, but it was on there and he probably took a bit much and his blood got into his batch of coagulant.

"Um... my name is... I dunno." Majora smiled as wide as possible, a complete 180 from being outside and gave Zion a hug, pressing his chest against Zions.

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The magician stood poised for the moment his guest doused the injury in alcohol. As soon as it was flushed Zion's hand swiped out releasing a clump of powder towards Majora's shoulder. The powder did spread out into a small cloud to some degree but most of it landed squarely in the wound. The maneuver was mostly because Zion didn't want to get blood on himself. He wasn't wearing his academy robes, these were the robes Zion's father had personally prepared for him. Even so, the smile that played across Zion's lips couldn't hide that he felt good in a showing off sort of way.

Smack!

The smile froze as Zion watched Majora slap his bloody hand over the stab wound with even more coagulant powder. The young magician blinked intentionally as if expecting his eyes to be playing tricks on him. Alas, more powder had been wasted and a quick glance at the bag revealed that blood had contaminated the batch from Majora's hands. The bark used to make the powder wasn't particularly rare, but it was inconveniently far from here. Even with a flying carpet, Zion grimaced at the chore he'd have to inevitably run to procure some ingredients to make a new batch. This held Zion's focus up until the barbarian revealed he did not know his name as if it were a simple matter to have forgotten.

This gave Zion pause and he looked to Majora with a raised brow and began speaking. "What do you mean, you don't kno-? He was interrupted by a sudden hug from the bloodied nameless vagabond. "And we're hugging now..." Stunned didn't even begin to describe Zion's state of mind as his hands remained at his sides. Skullkid had been like the personification of extremes in human emotion from moment to moment. Strange though the behavior was, it was viscerally human and raw. Even as blood stained the robes Zion treasured, he did not push Majora away. "Something is strange about this person" Zion thought to himself, but he tried to be open minded.

The hug was never reciprocated, but Zion did speak up, "Ahem, you still need to bandage that wound...Um, you not having a name is pretty inconvenient." The magician searched his brain for the first name that came to mind. "Do you mind if I just call you, 'Stranger'?"


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"Haha, 'Stranger,' I like that. Can it be like.... 'The Stranger' or 'Cool Stranger,'" His mind started coming up with plenty of names, but then he started to get confused with so many words running in his mind. "Um, let's do 'Stranger' for now. UNTIL I come up with a really cool name." Majora was no longer grasping Zion, but he realized he had stained Zion's clothing with blood. While he didn't apologize, he had a slight grimacing expression of guilt, and had personally resolved to clean it or owe him some other favor for his mistakes.

"Why do you want to 'bandage' it?" Majora figured out that he wanted to cover up the wound in gauze, but his tribe only used herbal remedies to treat wounds, which he figured the coagulant was such a thing dried and ground into fine powder. When he thought of his wounds, he looked back out the window. "Ah, I was thinking, we should bury them..." It was obvious he was looking to the dead raiders outside, but under his breath he muttered, "Fucking assholes."

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It was almost as if the act of speech and interacting between people was progressively improving in Stranger with each passing moment. Like they were old skills he was slowly recovering after not using them for a while. The "boy" suddenly spoke the most in one go Zion had heard from him thus far. There was some sign of him feeling guilt over Zion's robes which settled the magician's suppressed anger blunting its edge. The magician visibly relaxed a bit once his person space was restored and he watched as Stranger seemed very pleased with the temporary name Zion had given him. If anything, it was a fitting name as the concept of wrapping a wound was apparently foreign to him.

"Mmm, it will help keep the area clean. You'll need to gently wash it daily."

The bandage wrapping was performed while Zion spoke. Though it seemed like he was being kind, Majora would surely notice a devilish grin come across Zion's face accompanied by eyes that were full of ill intent. In an act of petty revenge for his father's robes he suddenly made the wrapping extremely tight before tightening a knot down right on top of the puncture wound. But the extent of the vengeance ended there in light of the stranger's noted guilt. Treatment complete, Zion let out a deep breath of relief as this was his first time actually treating an injury of any kind. Thankfully Casvallion and Mikael had both given the magician instruction on what to do in an emergency.

The magician was released from reveling in his pride however by a comment which made his cathartic smile turn sour. "You want to bury them?...Why? Those men destroyed my home. What gives their bodies the right to have one?" Zion had already thrown these men in with the likes of Mikael's enemies. They were an outlet towards his inner frustrations and anger towards the men who thought to dictate his fate as though he were a puppet. Even if Zion had heard Majora's utterance cursing the fallen raiders, he still would have become incensed as this subject was simply too sensitive for the inexperienced doll. He was still only a few months old and through it all he had been antagonized by unseen forces beyond his control with power far outmatching his own.

Zion's heart remained firm as he stared at Majora but he would give the stranger a chance to at least explain his reasoning. If he did not allow others around him to express themselves he would be no better than his hidden foes.


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