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Midnight Stroll [open!]

Character(s): Isaac and whoever wants to join him :D
Content: Isaac gets twitchy and talking to himself
Setting: Muspelheim (probably waddling near Ecos na Catedral).
Time: Very late Friday evening
Warnings: None?

Since meeting that strange dark-skinned man Isaac had spent a lot of his time loitering in alleys and sleeping away days and evenings in the darkest corners he could find. But after this disgusting little hibernation he had finally woken up from the shock of his new glassy prison, this Paixao, and was in desperate need of entertainment. The pale faced ghosts that resided here were beginning to tickle at his sanity and he felt the cogs of madness begin to crunch and turn in his dusty old brain. It was too much for the redhead to take... Those hollow, translucent eyes glued to his lanky body like light blue tar and their quiet whispers... Ohh, they were enough to drive a perfectly mad person even more mad!

Isaac stood up out of his little hovel of dust and stale air he had been cultivating in the alleyway and stepped out into the open air of one of the main streets. Stretching his gangly arms about his head he took in a slow, raspy, breath (sucking in his stomach to show off a gaunt, bony figure) "Ahhhh~ Hector..." he said to the sky "How many moons have waxed and waned since our last meeting?" the redhead mused to himself. "Why, it feels like only the other day we were carving Rosely's name in a tombstone and now look, I've found myself in another city full of ghosts and liars." Oh yes, he hadn't forgotten the lies he'd been told when he first came here, confused and vulnerable -people claiming this land was Hell, claiming they had seen Master, all dirty liars... Isaac would have to punish them if he came across them again. "They say this land is Hell, Hector!" he screeched loudly with a slight giggle "Hehe... but... How can that possibly be true, for you know as well as I that if this were hell then you would have to be here alongside me!! Iyaaahahaaa!"

Some time passed and Isaac began to walk, he didn't travel in a specific direction, he was simply idly sauntering along until he came across of note. Occasionally he would comment to himself or snap at a random passer by. Telling the that "If you don't keep those eyes to yourself, then I'll have them!!" As per usual, he was making a spectacle of himself...

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Ashe had been taking shelter behind an abandoned building near Ecos na Catedral. Reading the book of poetry that the librarian gave her did help her pass the time for the while, but it was getting quite boring reading by herself. Not to mention she is hungry enough to eat a whole Chocobo.

Closing the book and placing it safely in her pouch, she lets out a yawn, trying to appear as dignified as one yawning could be. Suddenly, out of the peaceful evening atmosphere, a shout could be heard, If you don't keep those eyes to yourself, then I'll have them!!

Standing up, Ashe walks to where the commotion might be, curious as to whether the shouting man could be Miles Edgeworth whom she is waiting for. It seems very unlikely for Mr. Edgeworth was very composed when she conversed with him through the journals, but who knows? It would not hurt to ask, surely.

The man who shouted can be seen clearly among the other pale people. He seemed dangerous, but he surely won't try to hurt her if she asks politely. Walking towards the red-haired man, Ashe stops right in front of the man and gives him a slight bow to show him her respect. "Evening, are you Mr. Miles Edgeworth?"

Who was this, how dare a woman stroll out infront of him like this. Couldn't the witch see that he was busy being antisocial?! Had Isaac not been so disgusted with her total impudence he might've realised that the woman herself was rather handsome and didn't have a bad body either. But wrapped up in the throngs of insanity he wasn't likely to realise such things.

"Miles?!" he screech like a gull. Hmm, perhaps this would be some good entertainment for him. Through his varying degrees of madness Isaac had something similar to predictive instincts, he could see things about people that others simply couldn't "Hehe... Iyyaaahaahaaa... Why yes, of course, my little grey snow flake! Come... We have... Sooooo much to talk about and do, don't we?" his face knitted into a horrible, twisted, grin and he reached out to take her arm.

At last, something to play with.

The expression in the man's face scares her; there seems to be something maniacal in the way the man smiles, but the man is probably so distraught about his friends being captured that he has gone very confused. Perhaps the man was able to appear composed through the journal, but it must be hard to contain your emotions to not show through your face.

Miles?! Hehe... Iyyaaahaahaaa... Why yes, of course, my little grey snow flake! Come... We have... Sooooo much to talk about and do, don't we? Ashe is once again thrown off-guard by how... un-composed this man seems compared to the man she talked to over the journal. But referring to the previous reason, she nods tentatively and tries not to grimace. It would not do to offend the man, he should not be burdened by such things anymore.

It took even more willpower to restrain herself from pulling back her hand when the man reached out to take her arm. Suddenly, realizing something, "Sir Edgeworth, I thought you said that your partner will be coming here with you also? And Mr. Cid Highwind said that he will be accompanying you also."

Hmmm, so she was going to be fussy with him, was she? Isaac's grin remained and he tightened his grip around her wrist, where his hand had settled.

"Ahhh yes yes yesss..." he hissed leaning into the blonde's personal space, showing a set of grey/white teeth in an open-mouthed grin. "That person, Cid, he... He.... Hehehe! Hehehee, he was detained for a while, I told him to come along, but that man insisted on staying where he was, isn't that rude, my little mosquito?" he instantly changed the subject, he didn't want to talk about people he didn't know, did he? "... This is besides the point though, isn't it?" He said leaning back slightly. "Let's whisk away somewhere away from all these... Dull eyes and dull faces, somewhere where I can gobble you up all to myself." so much for attempting to act normal to lure her away from public...

The man has not yet stopped grinning, and that is a very bad sign for someone confused about losing their friends. Had Sir Edgeworth lost his sanity because of it? Ashe certainly does not like the way the man had placed his face so close to hers, neither does she like the open-mouthed grin he displays. Perhaps he realizes that he is intruding her personal space, so he leans back slightly, ...This is besides the point though, isn't it? Let's whisk away somewhere away from all these... Dull eyes and dull faces, somewhere where I can gobble you up all to myself.

"G-Gobble?" she stutters, not exactly meaning to do so. "I mean, are we not supposed to hurry up and rescue Maya and Zack and Cloud?" This does not look very good at all, she should not have cross the man's way; he probably is not Miles Edgeworth. "And you can let go of my hand, I can walk by myself just fine," once he lets go, she's gonna run. Yes, that's it, she should run.

But deep inside her she can hear a tiny voice asking her if she is going to run away like a coward once again, letting others die because of her cowardice?

His eyes sharpened and he stared at her, seems like she had lost her confidence somewhere along the way, how delicious. It was always a lot more fun when they became a little scared. Keeping that sinister grin on his face he tightened his grip, and although Isaac wasn't the largest of men he was nowhere near weak.

"Ohh no no, we couldn't do that, could we?" he hissed gently pulling the girl in close to himself "Who knows, the slip of a finger could be followed the totter of those tiny little feet and I really don't feel like being alone here anymore." He had been by himself for... Far too long, he couldn't take it anymore. "So, my little sheep in wolf's clothing... Don't struggle and come join me in my little black cornered abode... Heehee... Hehehe!"

He wasn't planning to kill her, as such, just do some nasty things that would make her feel bad. He wasn't doing it to be cruel, oh no, he just thought that pretty little girls like this didn't understand the meaning of pain and well... Everyone should understand something as simple as that, right?

Ashe lets out a squeal of fear as the man hissed to her. So, my little sheep in wolf's clothing... Don't struggle and come join me in my little black cornered abode... Heehee... Hehehe! Not letting him pull herself toward him, she tries to hold on to her ground. Thinking that it would make him intimidated, even though she knows very well that he probably would not.

"I do not think I would like to join you in your 'little black cornered abode' thank you," she mutters. "Let. go. of. me. You are definitely not Sir Edgeworth." She gives him a sharp glare, hoping that it would make him let her go. But if he does not? We will just think about that later on.

She only just noticed? This stuck Isaac's funny bone and he let out a horrible, loud, cackle. "Ahah... Haha!! Hahahaha!!! You really are a stupid creature, are you not? No matter..." his whole posture changed from the way he was standing (a slightly restrained hunch) to upright and strong, his chest full of air and his shoulders back. He chuckled once more and added. "Your choice, I'm afraid, doesn't come into play... Because, my dear, I'm educating this horrible little black and white world in my spare time. All of the dull inhabitants here have no real feelings... So I'm going to give them all a wonderful, horrible, gift! I'm going to let them soak up these forgotten emotions like a dirty sponge until the day that... He returns." his mind wandered off for a moment, indulging in the thought of finding Hector and cutting off his head. "Ahhh~ but 'till then, I will busy myself with little wretches like yourself..." he stepped back, attempting to pull the girl with him.

With one small, quiet, whisper "And please don't struggle... I wouldn't like to kill you, now would I?"

The change in his stance obviously shows that Ashe's glare had not worked, and her eyes betrays her, filling with fear as the man recites a speech that she cannot exactly comprehend. All she knows is that the man is full of hatred and anger. Ashe knows that intimidating the man is totally out ot the picture at the moment, and trying out another way to try and keep herself safe, "Would you at least tell me who you really are then? And who this 'he' you are waiting for?"

Ashe would have been enraged by someone daring to call her a wretch, but her fear has defeated her anger, and she shudders as the man steps back, attempting to pull her with him. His whisper sends a shiver down her spine, and knowing that the threat is no empty one, she nods and follows. There will be a chance, she is sure of it, but for now she must not get herself killed. "I am Ashe, if it matters to you."

"I know who you are." he said, and in his madness Isaac could usually guess basic aspects of people's personalities, but normally other's couldn't tell. "You're the princess of grey dust (i.e. ash) from another land. I can see into you like a river of black sand.."

He didn't stop pulling her into his 'home', the alley, but when he was asked about himself he felt he ought to answer (afterall, it'd be rude not to, and even if he was insane at least he wasn't rude). "Hmm? Haha.. You honestly want to know? How surprizing!... My name is Isaac." he wouldn't answer the question on Hector, no.. not to just anyone.

"Isaac," she utters the name again, tasting it in her mouth as bitter and sharp. She can try to cast magic to distract him and run, but she really does not want to get there just yet as she does not yet know of his abilities. It would not do to make the man angry. She has her charms, however, she would not be defeated by that man just like that, "why are you so angry?"

She hopes that reaching through his mask of insanity will prevent him from hurting her. If he feels understood, perhaps he would not hate her even if he hates the whole world.

"... E-enough of your random babbling, woman!" It felt very strange to have someone ask him all these questions, Isaac wasn't even a little bit used to that sort of behaviour. Especially from a woman. And in all honesty that intimidated him slightly.

Although magic would've probably startled him a lot more -he didn't like witches.

He had managed to drag her out of the sight of passers, into the shabby alley where he had been staying. You could always tell if Isaac had slept anywhere for more than a couple of days, things would end up scrawled on the walls and there would be a mess of items and scraps of anything he could find. "Now.. Where were we... Ah yes, forgotten emotions." she'd have to do something drastic to stop him from trying to hurt her.

Even though he had shouted at her, she knows that something wavered in his eyes. It probably is not enough to make him let her go, but it is still something. "I just thought that perhaps you need more than just someone you can gobble up," getting on his bad side is definitely not an option as he seems to be very strong, but getting on his soft side might be a good idea, everyone has one, for sure.

He had taken her to a shabby alley filled with trash and scribbles on the walls. She wonders if he is planning to literally eat her or is it something else. Now.. where were we... Ah yes, forgotten emotions. She is glad that he still has a story to tell however, at least it would buy her quite some time.

It would be quite obvious to the woman that talk like this was unsettling to Isaac, his eyes darted around her, avoiding her eyes and his grip on her wrist fluctuated between tight and loose. As if he were having some sort of internal battle with himself as to whether he should keep her here or release her. But the stronger, more violent, side of him won outright and he lashed out at her for attempting to coax something out of him.

In one swift, almost graceful, movement he pulled her arm up and back to push it against the wall behind her (and infront of him). Smacking the back of her wrist against the wall. As one hand did this, the other reached down into the turn-up of his left thigh high boot and snatched out a small weapon; a dagger with an ivory handle (in the shape of a fish tail, but part of it had been broken off). He slammed the tip of the dagger mere inches away from her face, into the wall, and snapped. "Silence!! How dare you even try to ask me about myself!! I know what you're trying to do, and it wont work, woman!"

She was comforted by how confused he seemed to be after she said it, but his next action was so quick she did not even had the chance to think. She let out a startled gasp as he slammed her onto the wall and pierce the wall mere inches from her face with a tiny ancient-looking dagger. Silence!! How dare you even try to ask me about myself!! I know what you're trying to do, and it wont work, woman!

Part of her wants to cry like a child at the fear clutching her heart, but part of her is telling her that to cry would only motivate the man to hurt her even more. Trying to even out her breath, she closes her eyes and waits for the man to perhaps calm down a bit. The man had asked for silence, so she will give him just that. Closing her view from the tattoed body of the man made her feel better, safer, but she knows that she is just fooling herself because the danger has not yet passed.

Curiosity got the better of her, and after a few moment has passed, "If you would like to, tell me what you are going to do to me," she fears what it is he might say, but with her eyes still closed, it is much easier to keep her breathing even.

He let out a long, slow, sigh that seemed to be laced with different emotions; stress, pleasure, heart-ache. For someone as emotionally weak as Isaac being alone all this time had turned him a little... odd, more so than usual.

He didn't move either of his hands, and leaned in close to the girl's face, as if nuzzling her in an endearing fashion. He whispered in an almost gentle tone of voice. "Princess of soot, all I want to do is to give you a wonderful gift. The gift of pain... To make you remember all those locked up emotions and sensations a pretty little body like that forgets." There was something sexual in the way he talked and moved, at the same time that he spoke he cocked one of his legs to push his knee between her thighs. "Stop refusing my generousity.." Even though there was something predominantly adult about what Isaac was doing, at the same time, his ideas and some of his actions (such as the doting nuzzle he gave Ashe) were somehow very simplistic and childish.

She gives a wince as Isaac leaned in and nuzzled against her face. His tone is almost gentle, but there is still something threatening in the way he spoke. When he cocked his knees between her thighs, she instinctively puts a hand on his torso. She was planning to push him away, but finding that she is too scared to do so, she leaves her hand there, not daring to remove it nor push him away.

Where are her guards when she needs them? She was almost annoyed by how she always had to have several knights escorting her round when no danger would ever come to her. But now, she wishes with all she has that someone, anyone, would come to her rescue. Somehow realizing that it would never happen, however, she whispers, "Please don't..." Again, knowing it would make no difference.

He whinced at that small comment, Isaac genuinely couldn't understand why she was so frightened, since he actually thought that he was giving her the gift of pain why was she so scared? He would try to talk her through it again, probably to no avail. "Don't you see?... When you've felt this, your life will be so much fuller, so much more colourful? You can feel things you may never have felt before?" and with that he pulled the hand holding his blade back and very very gently reached it forward, to the patch of skin above her collar, and ran it gently across the pale, flawless canvas. It wasn't a wound intending to kill her, or even scar her, just a little nip at her soft white skin.

"Don't be frightened." he murmured, leaning in to suckle at the wound's precious drops of blood. "Have you bled before? Do you know what it feels like?... Hehee... Do you hate me? Do you want to hate me?"

Don't you see?... When you've felt this, your life will be so much fuller, so much more colourful? You can feel things you may never have felt before? If she were not so scared she would have retorted about how she is content with her life as it is, but not wanting to upset the man with too much words anymore, she can only mutter, "I don't... want..." when the pain she felt at the blade nipping her skin made her bite her lower lip. She was not so much hurt as frightened.

Don't be frightened. Isaac seemed to have read her mind, Have you bled before? Do you know what it feels like?... Hehee... Do you hate me? Do you want to hate me? He leans in and suckles the wound. He probably is a cannibal, he is really planning to eat her. "I don't... hate you. I don't want to..." still keeping her eyes shut, thinking it would keep her safe.

He released his lips from her skin and let his tongue extend from his mouth as far as it could go and lick at the small gash, almost snake-like. Poor Isaac, he simply couldn't understand why Ashe was so terrified. He could smell the fear on her and it confused the redhead.

"Why are you so scared?" He added a moment later "And if you are so frightened, why aren't you doing anything? Why, you could snatch this blade from me and pierce my flesh just like I've done to you?" he returned to nuzzling his nose and cheek against Ashe's jaw. Whispering sweetly "Are you so afraid that you wont even try? Maybe you'll find you like hurting people?"

Why are you so scared? Isaac asks, seeming confused at Ashe's fear, And if you are so frightened, why aren't you doing anything? Why, you could snatch this blade from me and pierce my flesh just like I've done to you? He nuzzles his nose against Ashe's jaw. A dry sob escapes her lips and she timidly pushes the man away from her using the hand placed on his torso.

The man whispers sweetly, but his words are far from sweet, Are you so afraid that you wont even try? Maybe you'll find you like hurting people? Ashe finds that she can break into pitiful sobs any moment at how much fear she is feeling at the moment, "I don't... I won't hurt you, just don't hurt me."

For the longest time he just stood there, staring at her. His brow was furrowed and he still looked thougherly confused. Was he really so frightening? Isaac never thought of himself really being truely terrifing, especially compared to his Master, he didn't see the tattoos, the piercings, the leather clothes, the mad look in his own eyes. He didn't see any of it.

He blinked, not realising that the around he wrist had loosened, he was far too busy being baffled by her constant fear.

It felt as if an eternity has passed since she had her eyes opened, but she cannot feel the man's breath against her skin anymore and the hold around her wrist had loosened. Blinking her eyes open, she hesitantly turns her head to look at the lanky man standing, looking at her. The look in his eyes is pure confusion and she wonders what it is that confused him so. For a moment, the man looks perfectly sane and even innocent in her eyes; like a little boy lost in the crowd, separated from his parents.

Unconsciously, she drops the hand that she placed on his torso. He looks just like a child; one she would never have. And something maternal stirs within her at how lost the grown man seemed to be, "...Isaac?"

He finally released her wrist and took a step back, somehow the tables had turned and he was the one that felt scared. Isaac was the sort of person who jumped to far too many conclusions, the type of person who had dramatic mood swings, and Ashe was seeing all of it tonight.

"Stop it!!" he yelled, before adding the crucial few words "Stop your pity!!" That was what he assumed, she wasn't attacking him because she pitied him, why else would she not retaliate "Do something!! I hurt you!! Do something to me!!" he turned his dagger around, so that he held it (with a glove hand) at the blade and attempted to shove the handle into the girl's hand. "Why aren't you doing anything?!"

The turning of the table was so abrupt that Ashe does not even know what caused it, until Isaac yelled out the crucial words, Stop your pity!! Had he thought that she was pitying him when in fact she was begging for his pity? Before she could say anything, the man shouts again, Do something!! I hurt you!! Do something to me!! and shove the handle of the dagger toward her so that she would hold it. Intimidated by his yells, she hesitantly takes hold of the dagger but does nothing other than looking at Isaac with confusion.

Why aren't you doing anything?! the man yells again, causing Ashe to twitch in surprise. What is she supposed to do? She will not hurt the man, that is for sure, she finds that she cannot handle the sight of blood very well. "Wha-What do you want me to do?" she stutters, "I won't hurt you; I already said so and I always hold my word. I-If you want to be... punished for what you've done... yo-you can..." she says quickly, stumbling over her words while still holding the dagger in front of her.

She is at loss of words. What can he do in return? "Y-you can help me rescue some people." Realizing how crazy she was to even think of uttering such things to the mentally unstable man, she tries her hardest to keep the dagger in front of her in case the man attempts to attack.

"I don't want to rescue anyone." he snapped, wearing a heavy frown, his eyebrows creasing over his eyes harshly. Rescue someone? Isaac needed rescuing from himself, he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he wouldn't really be much help. Unless Ashe wanted someone to go berserk and make some sort of violent distraction. Plus, he didn't really wanna hang around with someone he has tried to split open like a coconut.

Feeling a bit defeated he sighed, white irises turning away from the girl's face. His first attempt at educating one of these Paixao people had gone badly... Maybe he didn't have the guts to do what he used to anymore...

I don't want to rescue anyone. Isaac snapped, wearing frown and creasing his eyebrows. He does not seem like he would try to attack her anymore, however, so she drops her hands to her sides; her right hand still holding on to the small dagger. The man suddenly lets out a sigh and turns away from Ashe as if he had been defeated by her words.

"What... what do you want to do then?" She is truly pushing her luck this time. She already knows that questions irritate him, but given the situation, Ashe thinks that she might yet have the chance of calming the man down. She knows that she can just leave at this moment; she is sure that Isaac would not try to stop her, but she finds that she does not want to leave him behind at this state.

He is not the man she was waiting for, but he probably is confused over something or the other. Despite what he had tried to do, Ashe finds that she wants to help Isaac; no one could be so angry if he had not been hurt as badly. Perhaps the reason why Ashe does not want to leave him just yet, is because they faced the same thing once. Just that Ashe is still in denial over all that happened.

He shrugged half-heartedly. She was right, he didn't really appreciated being questioned but his rage had somehow dulled, he wasn't getting so worked up about her curiosity. Isaac didn't know what he wanted to do now, the whole excitement of 'playing' with someone had gone down the drain.

"... Should go and find someone else. Maybe." he thought out loud to himself, shoulders slumping. Why was she so interested in questioning him? Why would anybody be interested in asking anything about him? Nobody had in the past? He wasn't angsting about that fact, it just baffled him.

Ashe had contemplated giving him his dagger back and leaving, but the man had mumbled that he is planning on finding someone else to 'play' with, which she does not exactly agree with. Also, she does not really want to leave someone so distraught in the streets, he would hrut people and maybe even hurt himself.

Pushing her luck yet again, she pockets the small dagger, "I'm keeping this... as your punishment," she places her hand on the hilt of her sword in case he decides to attack. "I will give it back to you if you would vow to me that you will not 'play' with someone else as you did with me."

His eyes widened and he shook his head in outrage "No! That's mine! Give it back!! It wasn't a present!" He wasn't going to attack her, but he wanted his damned dagger back, it was his, and was the only thing he had as protection (or to entertain himself with). In a swift movement both hands reached to try to grasp at the blade's hilt. He didn't do so in an aggressive manner, he just... wanted it back.

"Return it to me! I can't promise to what you asked! Give it back!!" his more childish side was really showing at this moment.

She knew that 'punishing' him is pushing her luck, but she did not exactly know how much. The man suddenly grabbed the hilt of her sword, catching her hadn beneath it also. The desperation and anger in Isaac's eyes are apparent, but Ashe was too shocked to notice that he really did not mean to grab at the sword in an aggressive manner. Return it to me! I can't promise to what you asked! Give it back!! he sounds childish, but he is still intimidating to her.

Her instinct tells her to protect herself and as he tries to get his dagger back, her free hand points toward the man's body, "Stona!" as a burst of bright grey dust sprays from her hand toward Isaac. Her eyes not yet adjusted to the brightness of the dust, she covers her eyes with her arm, not knowing what effect her spell has on Isaac. She does not really want to hurt him, she was just scared, that is all.

[ooc: it's up to you whether the spell has an effect on Isaac or not :)]

Suddenly he gasped as he felt something thump against his solar plexus, did she stab him? It felt kind of cold, he couldn't describe it, like a numbing sensation. It felt like the cold, numbing , tingle took an age to settle into his skin, turn his flesh cold and his eyes dry, but it only took a matter of seconds and his body was frozen. A perfect grey statue, all textures lost to the overwhelming petrification.

He didn't move, he didn't speak, he did nothing.

[I'm guessing it's some sort of petrification spell XD?]

Ashe gasps as Isaac turns into a perfect grey statue. She steps back in surprise, eyeing the man caught in a surprised stance. Hesitantly, she reaches out and touches Isaac's now grey nose, tracing his face and touching his wide-opened eye. "Oh no..."

Immediately, she drops to the ground and searches around in her pouch for some healing potion that she can use to heal Isaac. She had not meant to petrify him, she only wanted him to step back from her. She will try her best to heal him.

Isaac was totally silent, but he could feel and sense things around him, it was a strange sensation. Very surreal... He thought that he was dead, and this was him being weighed by death, some horrible sort of frozen pugatory between Hell and Heaven (although he thought that it shouldn't take this long for death to decide which Isaac belonged to).

This was probably one of the few times that Ashe would be able to get near Isaac without him either shying away or lashing out. He could hear her too, the only thing he couldn't do is use his sight, since his eyes had turned to stone too. He was almost beautiful in an sort of eerie way.

[ooc: sorry for the delay! I had fever yesterday and ended up sleeping the whole day! Sorry!!]

Not able to find any Soft in her possession, she sighs in frustration and lets her pouch sink onto the dirt ground. She cannot find a way to cure him without Soft as she has not yet learned healing magic. She cannot leave him petrified here, however, as people might hurt him. Yet when did she care whether this man who almost killed her gets hurt or not?

Suddenly, from the corner of her eyes, a vial of Remedy peeks from among her other belongings. She truly is getting out of her mind for even thinking that she would use that precious vial of Remedy to heal this man she has just met. She only has one in her inventory, it costs 22400 gils and she could probably sell it for a very high price somewhere in case money gets scarce.

Taking the vial from her pouch, she looks at it longingly for a moment then lifts her head up to look at Isaac's face. She had thought of him as deranged and so the thought of him being beautiful never exactly crossed her mind. Blushing at how she is thinking of such things when she is already married, she shakes her head and smiles rather dryly.

She uncorks the vial and ponders for a moment; about how this is probably the only moment when she can step close to Isaac without the fear of him hurting her. Reaching out her hand again, she traces his jawline slowly and stops when her fingers reach his chin. He is probably older than her, but it is strange how he looks so peaceful and child-like this way. Perhaps, it is because the bitterness and anger she could see in his eyes when they are not petrified are not visible.

Chuckling to herself at how strange she is starting to get, she shakes her head and holds up the bottle under his nose; knowing that he can still smell and hear her. "I'm sorry that I petrified you, that I broke my promise of not hurting you, but I hope that this would be enough for an apology; it's a Remedy, I will heal you with this."

Then slowly, she stands on her tiptoes and hovers the vial above his head. Tipping it forward slowly and pouring all its content over Isaac as the liquid seems to wash away the greyness of his skin.

[OOC: it's okay! :D no worries! Hope you're feeling better!]

As the liquid trickled down his body the areas it touched first were the bits that returned to their normal state the quickest. His hair soon became that vibrant red again, his tattoos stood out against pale skin, his lips turned back to that light pink and his pupils that endless black. As soon as his mouth, throat and lungs had returned to normal he gasped desperately for air. He felt as though he had been kept underwater the entire time and his body needed air badly.

Because he was being changed from head to toe, when his feet finally returned to normal he lost his balance quite badly and stumbled to the side, grasping onto the wall. Still gasping for air.

He didn't look at her, in all honesty he was scared of this woman now, he had no idea that she knew such power! It was frightening! Even though she had cured him, Isaac couldn't help but feel paranoid that she'd do something else, despite what she had just said.

[ooc: I'm much better now, thanks! :D]

Ashe steps back as the man stumbles to his side. She places her hand on the hilt of her sword again, just in case. After all, with how mentally unstable this man seems to be, one can never know what he will do next. The man just kept gasping for air however, and after a few moments, Ashe steps cautiously forward, "A-Are you alright?"

The man would not meet her eyes, and sensing that the man might be terrified of her because of what she has done. She gives him a smile, "I am sorry," and picking up his small dagger from the ground, she offers it to him; the hilt of the sword facing Isaac. "Here, you can have it, I did not know it means so much to you..." then considering whether it would be wise to say or not, "But... remember that you should not hurt people again; they might do worse things to you than I did."

Like a beaten dog he looked between the hilt of his blade she was offering at her face, as if trying to determin whether it was some sort of trap that would backfire in his face if he took it. "Ah.. ah, um..." he mumbled in reply and suddenly he reached out with his right hand and snatched back the dagger as quick as he possibly could, worried that if he did it any slower than that he would somehow be punished. Yes, Isaac was very easily influenced by just one or two actions, he was too easy to scare or intimidate and that's what likened him to the child he really was. A simple, distrubed, boy.

"D.. Don't want that!!" he yelled in reply to Ashe, the very idea of someone doing something worse was scary! What could possibly be worse than being turned into stone.

Ashe is glad that Isaac is still brave enough to take the dagger from her. At the very least, it shows that he is not so terrified of her to just run off when he is finally able to. It is strange to see the tall man acting just like a child; scared of someone who just 'spanked' him. D.. Don't want that!! he yells in reply to her.

"Well, you will not be hurting more people then?" she asks, not forgetting to give him a smile; hoping that it would make him feel less tense. "If you can't promise me that you won't be hurting more people, then would you come with me?" Ashe cannot believe she is actually saying this, but the man seemed to fear her and she supposes that he would not try to hurt her again. If she keeps him by her side, he would not be hurting others in fear of her. "Please?"

He paused for the longest of times, staring at Ashe's round little face, that small smile that graced it. Was she genuine? Was this another plot just to hurt him? Well, he knew that there was no way he could promise to the former so he reluctantly mumbled a small reply. "... Alright, I'll come with you."

Ashe probably didn't realise what she had gotten herself into, Isaac was a dangerous, damaged, young man. Capable of fatal mood swings and violent fits of rage, as well as disturbing bouts of depression and near suicidal tendancies. At least the girl's life wasn't going to be boring...

This tall man with tattoo all over his body certainly does not look like an innocent little child in her eyes, but the way he talks and perhaps the way he thinks reminds her of a naive boy who is hesitant about accepting a candy from a stranger because his mother had told him to never talk to strangers. It appealed to her; innocence is a welcome relief from all the complex political ploys she is exposed to daily.

"Let's go back to around Ecos na Catedral then," she walks over to the entrance of the alley. "I told my friends that I will be waiting there for them; we're going to go and rescue some people," she explains. "I don't expect you to help, just come along," she gestures for Isaac to come with her with her hand. She does not really know what she actually expects from him, he seemed to be unstable and she is not sure what his personality is really like. This place is too strange to be occupied with normal people anyway; also too strange to be alone in...

[ooc: wanna close this thread and wait for Miles to come to Ecos na Catedral and meet them? You can post a final thread if you like :)]

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