forum The Onyx Reapers

Started March 24, 2018 by @Mark_Is_Male group

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"Hey, I'll help you there, just, give me your hand." he said holding out his own, nodding a bit at his answer.

Argo reached out tentatively, hesitating slightly before taking the king's hand. He winced slightly as a cut on his palm stung while he pulled himself up

"Do you think you can walk?" Ace asked, running his thumb over the boy's knuckles to help calm him.

"I'm fine, sir," Argo mumbled, flinching slightly at Ace's touch. Flashes of the fight he had gotten into early that morning went through his mind, and he ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to get it somewhat out of his face

"Now, That's my uh..my friend..Floyd, you can call me Ace, what's your name?" He asked, making sure he walked slow enough so the boy would be able to keep up.

Argo limped along, frowning at the dirt as he tried to decide what name to give him. "Argo, sir," he said, not daring to give him his real name

"Argo? That's a cool name, so, Argo, can you tell me why you are hurt?" He asked, a concerned look on his face, "And why you are alone?"

Argo froze up. Think, think, you can't tell him what happened. "I…I got beat up after I ran from home." It was a half truth, but he figured it would work

"Oh, okay," he said, noticing he didn't want to talk about it, "Well, I'll get you all fixed up, we'll get you something to eat, and somewhere to sleep, and then we can get you home tomorrow." He said, looking over at Floyd, a small frown on his face.

"You don't have to, sir. I can just see a healer and l-leave," Argo murmured, frowning slightly at the stutter he couldn't control appearing in his tone. He stared down at the ground, holding onto the ends of his dark blue sweater out of nervousness

"No, I insist," He said, spotting the gates of the castle just up ahead, "I only want the best for my people." He nodded to the guards as they bowed as he walked through the large entrance and started up the stairs.

Argo stayed silent, keeping his dark eyes on the ground as they walked through the entrance. He felt severely out of place, and he knew he looked like he didn't belong. He had never been somewhere so nice before, especially not since his family was killed

Ace lead the boy into the large room right across from his own.

"You can stay here tonight, my room is the one right across from this one." He let go of the boy's hand, turning to go into his room.

"Let me get you some clean clothes, and get the healers for you, I'll be right back."

Argo's mouth fell open at the sheer size of the room. "Wow…" he murmured quietly. But at the mention of new clothes and healers he tensed up again. "What's wrong with my clothes?" he asked quietly, staring down at the stained, dark blue sweater over his white button down. Sure he had ripped his black pants and his boots were stained faintly with blood, but he didn't quite want to part with them

"Well, I'll just get you something to wear for the night while we have my head maid Val clean them." He said, noticing the worried expression on Argo's face.

Argo nodded. "T-Thank you, sir," he murmured. He would have to make sure to take his knives and stolen money out first, but it probably wouldn't be too much of a risk to let the maid clean them

"No problem, and like I said before, just call me Ace." He winked, turning and walking out of the room and walking into his own, grabbing a black, over sized long sleeved shirt, that was even to big for him, as well as a pair of clean fuzzy socks. Turning around, he made his way back into the opposite room, handing the clothing to Argo.

"There's a bathroom right through that door you can take a bath, just call me if you need any help, I'll be getting your room ready."

Argo nodded. "Thank you si-Ace," he said, catching himself right before he called Ace sir again. He accepted the clothes before meekly making his way towards the bathroom, trying to keep his head low in case someone recognized him

He nodded, grabbing a book from the shelf near the door and sitting on the bed, opening it and starting to read.

Argo walked into the bathroom quietly, shutting the door and locking it softly behind him. He fished the pen knife out of his boot, making sure it was well hidden in it before emptying his pockets of a few small blowdarts and a hex bag. He stuffed everything into his boots, setting them in the corner before hopping into the shower. He finished about twenty or so minutes later, black hair fallen in his face as he got dressed. He smiled lightly at the large shirt he had been given, slipping it on before grabbing a pair of sweatpants and slipping the fuzzy socks on. He bundled his clothes up and walked out of the bathroom

Ace was now standing in the doorway talking to a plump red-headed, middle-aged woman. She smiled at Argo, walking over to him.

"*I'll take that from you, I'll take good care of em." She said, taking the pile of clothing from his arms.

Ace waved to her as she walked out, grabbing the small tray of food for the boy, setting it on the table.

"Okay, I'll patch you up myself, you just gotta tell me where you where hurt." He said softly, rolling up the sleeves of his over-sized sweater and walking into the bathroom to get the first-aid kit.

Argo nodded. "I got cut on my back. And my palm. And I think my ankle might be twisted. Everything else will just bruise, sir," he murmured, setting his boots off to the side carefully

He nodded, sighing a bit when he was called 'sir'.

"Okay, If you don't mind, I'm gonna need to lift up your shirt." He said, making sure he had is permission before he went anywhere near him.

Argo nodded, sitting down on the bed and folding his hands in his lap. If he had his way he would have just healed it with dark magic, but Ace seemed set on healing him himself

Ace lifted the shirt up, trying not to touch the wound.

"Okay..I'm just going to clean this up and then wrap it up." He grabbed the cleaning alcohol, dabbing it onto the cotton ball, "This may sting."

He began to clean the cut, once he was done he wrapped the wound, then moved to his hand, repeating the process, and then moving to his leg.

"Okay, I'm not sure how to help with the leg, that's as far as my knowledge of healing goes..so I'll be right back.."

He got up and walked out of the room, searching for the healers.