((I don’t think the medRP that we experienced will help either of us))
Finally grabbing the key, Celia quickly yanked her hand away and unlocked the door. In a rush - it was hard to, though with someone leaning on you - she entered the house and got the male settled on the couch before returning and closing the door. Setting the keys in the tin, Celia returned to the couch and stood over Radi. She wasn’t sure what type of poison had been put into the body, but given his reaction to it, it was probably just a poison to knock out the person.
She kneeled down and lightly grabbed his arm, looking at the wound. Celia blinked at the blood - it didn’t bother her, but there was quite a bit of it. She looked around the house for any supplies she could use.
There would be bandages in the bathroom.
For now, Radi looked relatively undisturbed. One could almost say he were sleeping, which he wasn’t.
((I’m trying to find out how to stop the poison by doing research but all of the articles say GO TO THE HOSPITAL. really considering just asking reddit.))
(Just make something up I don’t know anything about poison so I don’t really care)
((Is the poison going to disperse on its own? Because that might make it easier on me. I can have Celia freak out about it and think it’s lethal, but what I was originally gonna have her do in RP all of the articles are saying don’t do that, that’s bad.))
She finds some bandages, and takes them back.
Celia takes a cloth and wets it, wringing out what water she can. She cleans the wound.
I’m really unsure of what I’m doing right now…he might die..
Afterwards, she sets the cloth and kneels over in silence, debating what next.
The poison that remained in Radi’s system was beginning to disperse on its own, given there wasn’t a big dose. Still, Radi did not wake up, shifting slightly in spot.
Celia glances at him again, eyes moving towards his arm. “You know, I wasn’t probably going to do much with you, but I’d rather not have you die after a day of knowing you. Plus you’re..interesting.” She leans in, and the smell of blood reaches her nose once more. This time, the feeling is harder to suppress. She’s smelled the same blood so many times over and over and over - it’s..almost irresistible.
Bloodjaws weren’t known to drink blood, weren’t they? Well, they did have blood in their name…
She flinched back upon realizing she’d just tasted Radi’s blood on her lips. On her tongue. She hesitates for a few seconds. The blood is good. And seeing a human in a state like this…easy prey..he’d be.
Wait! Did I ingest poison? Quickly, Celia jumped back and spit out the tiny droplets of blood. That didn’t look like enough blood for poison, but..Celia still tensed, looking back to Radi again.
“I shouldn’t eat humans, no. Not on my third or so day in the city, no.” Even though she’d threatened the very act earlier. Celia slowly approached, after taking a few breaths she calmed herself down. Calm. Just..just bandage the arm.
Radi’s eyelids fluttered open for a moment, eyes scattering around the room, finding someone or something to focus on. His eyes landed on someone, leaning over him. Looking to where their hands were, Radi blinked, feeling tired. So tired, as though he’d woken up from a sleep.
“Polina,” he mumbled out. “Ty zhyvyy…?”
Polina….?
Not faltering, Celia continued to bandage up the wound. She didn’t even pause when she realized Radi woke up. Eyes on the hands, eyes on the bandaging.
“Who is Polina?”
“Polina is my..” He froze, seeming to have regained his senses. Falling completely into silence, his eyes met Celia’s face.
Your.. Celia finishes, realizing that he’s now looking at her. Without any more words, Celia stands up and backs away.
He stays still for a minute or two, before reaching his uninjured arm over to touch the bandaged one. “What..happened?” He said, after a moment.
“Poisoned.” Celia spoke, glancing off to the side. “You, I mean. You were poisoned..” she drifted off, speaking up only moments later. “Are you feeling alright?”
Radi sinks into the couch a bit more, sighing. “Yeah, I think I’ll do alright…”
It didn’t look like it had too big of an effect on him. That was good enough for her. And given that it was a small effect, it was probably next to nothing on her if she’d been poisoned in the first place.
Wait. Why do I care? Even just a little bit?
The thoughts showed up briefly in Celia’s mind, though she did not linger on them. Celia’s hand twitched absentmindedly, and she moved her other hand to holding her arm.
Radi sits up, feeling the soreness in his arm right away. It’ll probably be like this for a few days.
And he’s still hungry, to make matters worse. Radi doesn’t say much, but it doesn’t take a good eye to see the visible uncomfortableness that radiates from his being.
“We never managed to get anything to eat, did we?” Celia mumbles after a while, probably result of noticing his discomfort. “Do you not have anything here?”
“Not really.” Radi answers right away.
“Er..” Celia sighs. “I can get something for you.” She stands up. “Your wound will only slow me down, I’ll be a lot faster on my own. What would you like?”
Radi’s eyes move to her for a second or two before looking away. “I’ll take whatever you have.” He decides.
Celia nods. “I’ll be back. Shortly.”
It was with that that Celia departed. She didn’t shift or anything. She’s fast enough on her own that shifting was not needed.
The man, Kreso is gone. That’s good. Or bad. She doesn’t care.
She’s at the market a lot faster than before, and she looks for something that suits her fancy. Meat, as usual. She thinks she’ll try some fish. She makes her purchase - or rather, steal - then begins to head back.
Radi sits in silence. He’s unsure of what to think of this Celia. In a way, something he gets from her says…
Not good. Stay away.
But on the other hand, Celia strikes him as a being who has some sort of an attachment to him. An attachment that seems almost one sided..but what sort of attachment? And maybe not so one sided as he’d like to believe….She’s a stranger, helping him, and for what? Everyone had a reason.
Celia doesn’t think much of Radi.
I don’t. I don’t. I don’t I don’t idontidonti-
The blood, his blood makes her feel almost lightheaded but in a good way and she wants more. She’s never felt that feeling before. Tasting someone’s blood. Usually, just an earthy taste with iron undertones, something she dismissed. But with a taste as small as a droplet, she wondered - she wondered how good a mouthful would be.
But no. She can’t do that. That’s not her. That’s not Celia, that’s Shriseih. Shriseih, the name given by the simulation. The AI. Technically, Shriseih is a false name. But it is a traditional one based off of actual Bloodjaw names..
She’s coming up upon the house again, and she brushes her thoughts aside as she enters.
