Shopping Day

Amaya frowned at the way he stuttered. Well, yes, practice duh! how else is he supposed to be able to walk around without tripping and falling? Sheesh! She flipped to the next page in her notebook and wrote, Yes. Practice. U want 2 fall & break face? She showed him the notebook and shook her head. Honestly, what does he think I-

That was the moment Amaya's face turned bright red, because she shifted in her sitting position atop him and that caused her to feel "it" which is how it clicked in her mind. She also suddenly remembered reading his journal yesterday where the word "cute" had been crossed out. Her mouth dropped open and her face was glowing so much that if it were possible an egg could be fried on her face. This was partially due to her remembering what seemed to be part of a dream she'd had a couple nights ago where she'd tried to pull his pants down, and he may or may not have seen her underwear. A strange dream, sure, but Yuki just told her, "Oh, you're at that age, you're about to start having all kinds of fantasies like that. Most of them will probably involve your new future hubby, since if he's showing up in your dreams now, it probably won't be long before he turns up in your bed. And then I'll have to be arrested for murder."

Amaya, her face pretty much glowing red, straight-out slapped Malek and then quickly turned her noteback back to face her before scribbling out, PERVERT!!! She showed that to him before just about jumping to her feet with her arms crossed. If you're going to do THOSE kinds of things to me in your head, fine. See if I offer you any help standing up. You're lucky I don't just leave you here.

Once Malek said it aloud, it made more sense to Amaya how he arrived at that conclusion, though that was something she wouldn't admit. Still, she couldn't help but feel sad when he yelled at her. Crying was out of the question, of course. She was Amaya, after all- she didn't cry, at all, ever. Except in strange dreams.

As she stood back and watched him struggle and fail, she was starting to get bored, and thought about helping him but reminded herself she was stubborn and would therefore refuse. Still, it was because of her watching him- technically, as some would put it, looking down on him- that she missed the figure in the long traveling cloak and hood up that concealed everything but the lower half of her face and her snow boots as this figure came right up behind Amaya and smacked her- hard- across the back of the head with their left hand, just as hard as Amaya had smacked Malek. This, of course, immediately brought tears to Amaya's eyes as she crouched down, holding the back of her head in pain as a fresh headache blossomed- the stranger had hit one of her antennae.

The stranger kept walking toward Malek, her left arm visible outside of the cloak and a brown leather jacket and black yoga pants visible beneath her cloak. The upper half of her face still couldn't be seen, but she leaned down and grabbed the front of Malek's jacket and yanked him to his feet. "Understand this, you little fucking drunkard, if you ever yell at my friend again, you will rue the day you were born." Her voice, for it was decidedly feminine, was filled with enough malice and spite to scare just about anybody, and by the look in her coal-black eyes beneath her hood, it sure as hell wasn't an idle threat. She then stood and turned to face Amaya. "I expect Wyrm is otherwise occupied at the moment, but understand, Miss October, that if you keep going around harming the innocent, then for the sake of my beliefs the lesson delivered to you will be a harsh one indeed. I am off to deliver my things to my new residence, and then I will be back to have a very long discussion with you about your conduct here today." The woman, without a further word or glance in Malek's direction, walked toward a rolling suitcase with a handle extended on the far side of the street.

Amaya watched the woman go, and as soon as the woman was on the other side, Amaya brought out her notebook, scrawled out, WE NEED 2 RUN and took Malek's hand, trying to force him into a sort of stumbling walk that may cause him to fall a few times, but would be easy for her to help him back up and for him to quickly learn the basics of walking without feeling under.

Amaya sighed. This.... I think it'd take too long to write it out. No choice for now. I'll just have to pick up some medicine for a sore throat later. Scrunching up her face with the effort and sting of it, Amaya willed herself to speak, though it was very hoarse and scratchy. "Priestess is Wyrm's friend. If Wyrm is father, Priestess is divorced mother. Wyrm promised you training. Wyrm's 'training denies a 'sense' for a little bit. Touch, taste, sight, sound, or smell. Other senses become stronger. Sight to watch your steps, sound to hear them, but no feel. Knowing yourself and your strength and limits in case of injury or drugging. Careful of biting your tongue. Can't run errands without knowing how to walk. You shook bare hands."

Amaya sighed, and put a hand to her throat after she was done speaking. Owwwwwww.....That.... was not pleasant. It's definitely more than I've said in a very long time, anyway. Ugh. Hopefully he understood all that. She pulled out her notebook again, still wincing a little, and quickly wrote down, Can't speak anymore today. Needed: medicine for throat, bandages, ointment, disinfectant, milk, tuna, laser pointer, catnip, chicken, painkillers. Wyrm gave me prepaid credit card.

Amaya smirked. Well. He seems to be starting to adjust to the sensation of not being able to feel anything. So long as he doesn't try to fight anybody, he should be good for now. Eating is another matter, of course.

Their main stop was, of course, a nearby pharmacy where they would be able to pick up the majority, if not all, of what they needed. Entering the doors, Amaya was about to take a cart, then noticed motorized carts one could sit on and offered one to Malek. Depending on how much longer he'll be without feel, it should help him be more mobile. As she did, she wrote out another note: Painkillers the most important. Catnip the second.

(OOC: sorry for another short post; I've a lot to do and for now I believe things are starting to wind down now that Malek knows what's up. Has it occurred to him that Amaya knew what had happened yet and didn't warn him?)

Amaya was about to write, yes, found, read notebook, but then she stopped and looked up with a glare as soon as he said her ACTUAL name. Biting her lip, she raised a fist and made a motion toward him as though she were going to punch him, but she didn't swing her arm. Instead she wrote down on the notepad Everybody gets one. That was yours. She tore the page off an handed it to Malek, and after he took it, she flipped to the back of the notebook, where a message was already written out across two pages, and as she held it out for Malek to read by taking them out and holding them side by side, she tapped her foot impatiently.

Wyrm believes that while teaching people about their power, how to use it and various applications of it, is an extremely worthwhile goal, at the same time, he has noticed in a lot of situations that people tend to only focus on developing their powers for combat. Wyrm believes that people should also focus on scenarios. What if you were drugged? Had to fight with your hands tied behind your back, or if some loud noise of damage caused your hearing to malfunction, or you were blindfolded, or somebody drugged you/got you drunk or perhaps received an injury and couldn't feel one or more of your limbs? Battles have been won and lost on these small things. Wyrm's "messing with people" is more about giving them real-life experience on things they don't expect, but on an island like Manta Carlos, could very well happen. Wyrm tries to awaken people to the need not just to train themselves to use their magic, not just to train against other potential types of magic and have counters ready, but to train for scenarios, like being or trying to find a hostage or a race against the clock when you're encumbered somehow. Wyrm's point in all this: things can change in a second. A warning is not always given. Gain experience now so the knowledge and skills are at hand when the unexpected occurs.