Tomare heals Zerori (Jarvis, Zerori, Drake, invite only)

She watched as Jarvis turned to bring the wounded man over to her, holding it up rather callously. His explanation made sense – for a man she could assume had a pretty rough lifestyle – but it made her feel a little better about the little sneak when Tomare walked over and helped to bring him over with a gentler touch. Jarvis still held him up, holding the wound up for her to see and she eyed it curiously. Just like hers, it was a clean cut, not jagged marks or complicated fissures she needed to worry about. As a matter of fact, if this fool hadn’t falling unconscious, he would have most likely opened this up as easily as I opened mine. Damn you, and your clean cuts, She thought, tossing a very swift glare in Jarvis direction before she focused on the wounded boy.

She brought her hand to his wound and just as it impacted, she condensed the fire to bring her hand to a red-hot color and pressed hard against his abdomen. The fire sizzled and cooked the skin, boiling it ever so slightly – but it did perform its job correctly. Slowly bringing her palm back up, from the back of her wrist to the tips of her fingers, she admired her ‘handy’ work and approved of the very slight burns that would likely scar him if he didn’t get any professional medical help. She wasn’t sure if he would be awake or not, but when he did wake – without anesthetics – he’d be hurting in the morning.

Finished with him, she turned back to Tomare and stared at her for a moment before bringing a hand to her face to scratch it, “Would you have really let me do it? If I hadn’t suggested that for him, I highly doubt you would have thought my condition stable enough for me to use magic and harm myself,” She smirked, “However, since you approve,” Leaving her sentence off to the obvious, she leaned back and raised a hand to rip off her bandages in a wild effort. She didn’t really care if this caused any kind of panic in the young woman, she didn’t needed to get this thing closed as fast as possible so she could be on her way.

“Ngh!” She grunted, seeing fresh blood flow from the wound, just as clean as she suspected. Her hand once again enshrouded in fire, she pressed it to her wound as she hissed, “Here we g-GNH!” To her, it was a familiar feeling that she relished with a very forced groan and following chuckle. To her, this was like using energy to staunch a wound or create a prosthetic. She’d seen such individuals with their amazing control of energy…

Finally finished, she let herself fall back on her back to release a grand sigh, “Oh fuck, that tires me out…” A yawn followed suit before she could stop herself, “Ugh, I’m hungry too,” A laid-back as could be, she pulled her arms up and behind her head as she smugly demanded, “Someone get these invalids some food, already!” Before laughing as loud as her wound her allow her before giving a very slight cry of pain.

Drake's mind was a dark abyss. Suddenly a lone spark penetrated the void of light. The spark stayed still for a moment, then begins engulfing the area. It grew consuming everything, powered by some outside force.

Drake's eyes snapped open as the pain of burning awoke him. He felt an intense pain as fires licked at his injuries. He let out a gasp and it was over. He stood shaking looking at the people around him. They were all tailed. He didn't understand why he cousins get over the fact. No matter what that's what the focus was on, their tails. Maybe it was just an odd sight. And yet again his eyes were drawn to the two non-blue tails. He gulped as he looked at Jarvis.

Despite the throbbing sensation that circulated her abdomen, angrily reminding her how pain plus pain equals more pain, she didn’t expect the blue-haired saiyan to gaze at her and place a hand against her skin. It was slightly electrifying, the felling of another touching her so gently, and her eye glazed over ever so slightly. Her status and situation made for a very bad combination to any whom even slightly exuded the interest of skin-ship. The more he touched around the wound, more it would throb and tingle. It was like hot and cold being pressed against sensitive skin, one painful and the other soothing but when interchanged at a quick pace – it made for a maddening pace of irritation and wanting. When she was finally finished, she swiftly grabbed his hand and tightened her grip on it; not enough to be painful, but enough to warn him about his further actions.

“Thanks for the compliment, but you can save it for after I can get even with you. After all,” She licked her lips, “-I intend to pay the favor back a hundred fold when I’ve recovered you son of a bitch…” After her very unveiled threat, she glared at him before turning to Tomare with softer expression, grinning as she teased, “Your boyfriend is annoying. Do something about it…” It was merely in jest but she hoped to get some sort of jealous reaction out of her.

Finally, it was time to address the new boy since he was out in the open and partially conscious to boot. Admiring her work once more, she looked him in the face, “You…” She started, sounding a bit peeved before continuing, “-just what the hell were you following us around for? And this time, you better speak or I’ll rip your throat out since you don’t seem to need it!” Her demand was calculated, not actually mad at him, but using intimidation to illicit a response. If it didn’t work, which was a big possibility since he ignored Jarvis threat against his life at the cost of a hole in him, then she’d try and be a bit gentler.

Why do I even bother trying to be a bitch anymore…?

Drake watched as the two females questioned why he followed. His eyes lingered over there tails, and he almost forgot to answer. "Uh-" he started when suddenly he was stopped. A boot crashed into the side of his head and for a second he saw black. He got up the pain from his first injury exploding again with agony. He fell back down, not able to lift himself up with his only one arm while in such pain. "YES Why did you follow us! Talk quick lad encase you didn't get it the first time I don't like unwanted visitors especially when it keeps me from getting all warmed up with me lady like," his assaulter said. "I don't know," he whimpered with what was now fear watching him carefully, preparing for another hit. His eyes went back to the ladies tails and they followed then, going back and forth.

Watch what you offer... Zerori thought with a glance toward Jarvis before she looked back over at the lame human. The blue saiyan was once again bullying the boy and Tomare, for her credit, expressed that the boy needs to give a better answer than what was offered. What was she to do, since it seemed the human was far too afraid to help himself.

With a sigh, she raised a hand to beckon the boy over. If he didn't move, she'd glance at Tomare to give him some motivation, "Tell me your name. Simple, yes?" With another gesture, she motioned him to lay besides her to wrap an arm around him. "Talk with me. I promise you'll feel far less pain if you work with me on this," She tired her head at him, flashing I'm a deceivingly sinful smile, "'Kay?" And so, she waited with an expectant expression, hoping he'd take the offer.

"You better give a better explanation than that.." he heard from one. He turned to her and thought. Why was he here? He hadn't exactly meant to follow them. It wasn't his intention. But here he was. The other one then motioned at him. He warily went over. An arm went around him and she seemed to be trying to comfort him or something. "Tell me your name. Simple, yes?" He quietly mumbled, "Drake Heln" knowing that his name might be plastered all over some cities for assanation. Of course he wasn't that big, so it might not be a recognizable name. "Talk with me. I promise you'll feel far less pain if you work with me on this," the woman said. His eyes went wide at the underlined threat. "Kay?" "I've.... said it before I don't like people who follow me..." the man said standing up. Drake's eyes widened for not the first time this day and he scrambled back a short distance. Suddenly a knee into his chin. His body flew up and he fell back down. He found a weight on his chest and looked up at the fierce warrior straddling him. Hands wrapped around his neck and he struggled to breath, fear rising in his chest. "Now boy... Give me a answer I like... Or I'll be fine making sure you never do the fools errand again Boyo," the person on top of him said. He felt heat on his hand as the scouter on his wrist actually melted. Melted! Of course maybe he shouldn't gotten such a cheap device. "I, I didn't try to follow," he said tears actually down his face. He was crying! He was Drake Heln, assasin trained since 10! And here he was crying! But yet this man... His power was incredible. And here he had his fingers around his throat. "I'm sorry, you guys interested. Especially the.. The tails. But I wasn't planning on following you I swear!"

She was trying to be cordial, an action that she was wholly not used to, toward the boy here was the blue-haired warrior – fucking it up quite royally. She raised a hand to her face with a groan as this man Jarvis made absolutely certain to instill the fear of death into the boy. What the hell did he actually have against him? Being a male in the pretense of females?! When Tomore spoke up, only passive aggressively telling Jarvis off in favor of withholding from him, Yeah… that’s totally going to work… Zerori thought to herself as she gave the other saiyaness a dry look.

Looking back at the boy in the posture he was in, she witnessed the begging first hand before looking to Jarvis with a simple command, “If you’re cock fighting is finished…? Give him over to me, now, before I lose my temper again,” Her tone would book no dissent and her glare would even start to fizzle in response to the rough treatment. She hated when weaker men begged but this one was barely a man and acted like it too. At what point did he think it was okay to track people for their tails? She couldn’t imagine what went through his head but if it was anything like when she once tracked an Arcosian to see if they had ‘packages’, it would only slightly disturb her.

With a final gesture, she hoped the boy would still come to her before she used his words to continue her line of questioning, “Now, tell me,” She started, her own tail coming up to his opposite side to present itself to him, “-What interests you about these, eh? She brought up a good point but I’ve seen plenty of saiyans around here,” With a glance toward Tomare and a glare at Jarvis, just daring him to try and attack her charge again, she finished, “-on the matter. What happened to your limbs? Lose ‘em tracking saiyans?” It was supposed to be a joke but she imagined with his experience versus Jarvis… it would come off as less of one.