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hammernhasslehoff) wrote2017-11-05 06:14 pm
hammernhasslehoff) wrote2017-11-05 06:14 pmSnazzy Jazzy OPEN POST LAND
Wherein Reinhardt time is All The Time.
hammernhasslehoff) wrote2017-11-05 06:14 pm
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He had to when he realized that despite how comfortable he'd been made, there was no sign of him being back in Bregan D'aerthe. The caves were too quiet, the bustle of Menzoberranzan nowhere to be found, and it was with a small amount of alarm that the psionicist forced himself to sit up, barely suppressing a soft groan, and looked around for...
Ah. The demon was still there. And looked entirely uninjured, somehow having walked out of the house and the city without a mark on him. It was more than a little impressive, he thought, as he eyed Reinhardt and the beast he dragged back with him.
"It is fine." Except for the throbbing, though of course he wasn't going to admit that. And running a hand through his hair it wasn't hard to see why, flakes of dry blood coming away from his scalp.
A very brief message was sent across the mental link shared with Jarlaxle, to inform the older male that he was in one piece, and would return eventually. The question of when was left hanging in the air as Kimmuriel looked back to Reinhardt, dull red eyes studying the giant with a thoughtful look. He didn't think he had any reason to fear the creature, after this; he couldn't imagine a demon would see him released and looked after if it truly meant him harm, no matter how bizarre a thought that was.
Perhaps something in the priestess's summoning had somehow twisted its mind. Perhaps she hadn't actually called a demon. She had been young, after all, arrogant as any female and dabbling in spells she clearly had no power to control. In all honestly, it wouldn't have surprised him to know that the spell had been a complete failure.
"Although after that display back there, it would be unwise to return to the city so soon," he continued, and surprisingly he sounded...less displeased than he probably should have. He was still tired, maybe, though it didn't show, expression blank as he looked over to his savior again, watching as the creature began to work on the beast. "What was that, exactly? Crushing that wretch's skull was understandable, but as for myself?"
...there might have been a note of gratitude in there. Somewhere. Maybe.
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The house had been destroyed, barely anyone left, most females killed and the ruling matron heavily injured. It was unsure if it was critical, it seemed that she'd been hurt as part of the building collapsed in Reinhardt's escape. In 'the rogue demon's' escape, rather. He sounded terrible interested... and concerned. He did, after all, want his second back.
As for Reinhardt, he took a seat across from Kimmuriel, letting the beasts body thump down upon the ground.
"Ja? I did not know your pomade was red." He knows you're bleeding, don't lie. But he doesn't press it, reaching up for his helmet as Kimmuriel asked about why, mostly. What didn't matter, that wasn't a real question for Reinhardt.
"I protect those who need it most. I am not an executioner." First of all.
With a click, the helmet loosened and then was pulled off, the features of the older, scarred, white haired and one eyed human made all the more pronounced and craggy in the firelight.
"And... I have no idea what happened, if I am to be honest with you! I was not supposed to be here."
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And without any warning to Jarlaxle, the link was terminated, Kimmuriel staring up at Reinhardt, red eyes a fraction wider.
That. That wasn't a demon. That wasn't even close.
That was a human.
That was, by far, the largest godsbedamned human he had ever seen.
Briefly, Kimmuriel looked from Reinhardt, to that massive hammer, and back again. Had he been any other drow? He might have laughed at the realization that a human had very nearly destroyed an entire noble house, all on his own. There was some sweet, delicious irony in that fact, and again, Kimmuriel found himself entirely disappointed that the priestess and so much of her family had been killed so quickly. What would the look on her face have been, had she known exactly what she'd summoned?
"No, I expect you weren't." For the love of the spider queen herself, he was going to tell Jarlaxle about this the moment he was safely back home. The smallest hint of a smirk touched his lips, gone too quickly as if it had never been there, before he shook his head with a sigh, instantly regretting it as the throbbing intensified. "To think an iblith could cause so much damage..."
Even Entreri couldn't claim to conquer an entire house on his own. It took a moment to fully wrap his head around, especially with the lingering pain, but eventually Kimmuriel just...let it go. He wouldn't be here without the man, he was well aware of that, as difficult as that was to admit.
"The aid isn't unappreciated. My captain could even reward you for it, if you wished."
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They were dead!
"Iblith? I do not believe I have heard that word before." And perhaps, that was for the best. Though honestly, even if he knew it was an insult, he'd probably just have laughed.
"I was headed into a fight, at home. Or else I feel perhaps I would have been less prepared for this unexpected excursion!" Yeah, no armor and just his bare fists might not have ended well, even for Reinhardt. He still had perfectly normal human skin after all.
"The only thing I want is to return you to your home safely, and then to return to mine. I do not need a reward for doing my duty. It is simply a basic expect-" A wet SHLORP as he yanked at the creature, managing to tear the head he'd mostly cut off completely away from the corpse.
"-tation."
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Barbarians. All of them.
"We will not be indebted to a human." The words weren't harsh, but Kimmuriel's tone tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. Arrogance, maybe, even in the face of this monster of a human, but he was reasonably certain that if the man had wished him harm, he would still be back in that damned house. In pieces.
It was a thought that had Kimmuriel look up at the man again, red eyes studying his face, his movements as he prepared the beast for the fire. Weakened as the psionicist was, he couldn't completely hide the cold pressure of his presence pushing into Reinhardt's mind, nor could he delve deeper than what was there on the surface. But there was nothing there to see. No sense of a threat. No hint of deceit.
That would have to be enough for now, and Kimmuriel swayed a little where he sat, shook his head as he pulled back from the man's mind.
"I can send you back where they summoned you from," he finally continued after a long moment, once again composed and confident in his voice. "When we return to Bregan D'aerthe, and I can rest properly. But until then, you could explain why you really aided me."
Because that was the biggest question right now, and Reinhardt's earlier answer hardly seemed believable. Allying with a drow for their strength was one thing. Rescuing one as weak as Kimmuriel had been, on the other hand, was a useless cause, no matter how one looked at it.
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Can't make an omelette without ripping the heads off a few dead animals. Or something.
"Then you are not!" Cheerful and upbeat, that comment, setting about cleaning and gutting the beast with careful efficiency.
"There, see? It is that easy. You are not in my debt."
No, nothing to be found in Reinhardt's head that would suggest any ill will. The only thing really going on in there was a list of parts that he could recognize in the carcass he was butchering that he knew were edible, wistful thoughts of stout, and a quiet reminder to take a bath when he could manage it.
Also home, thinking a bit about home here, since, you know, he'd like to be there.
The crusader looked up as Kimmuriel swayed, apparently oblivious to the cold pressure that had begun to intrude into his head. A migraine, he'd written it off as, or at least the beginnings of one. It'd been a trying day after all.
"Are you okay?" Don't mind him just ignoring that question for a moment, watching the little elf carefully for a moment. "If you feel lightheaded, you can sleep again. I will wake you when dinner is finished."