Birth of Silus

-Mason-
: -Another night of work and a few hours of sleep down in that basement, truly
this was becoming a bad habit fed by the absense of the shapeshifter. Hands
pushed aside scrolls around them, head lifted from the book it had fallen on
during the night, grey


-Mason- : appearing as eyes
opened, the back of the chair felt as he leaned back, arms dropped by his side
and simply hanging there as if he was a puppet on strings. Greys looked down at
the book through clouds of lingering slumber, checking what the last


-Mason- : work or study had been
before sleep had claimed him into it's realm, seeing it was more research on
how to perfect that healing spell it was no wonder he had fallen into darkness,
no excitement to be found in that. Hands were placed against the edge


-Mason- : of the table, feet
firmly on the gorund and in a joint push the chair was back, legs straightening
as hands shifted from edge to smooth surface to help the mage stand up. Muscles
ached from the never changing position it had been in for hours, legs


-Mason- : wishing to give out,
find that chair once more to allow themselves a proper waking but the mage was
against such an idea. The few steps towards the dresser were taken, hand moving
out to pull open the third drawer a change of clothes picked out and


-Mason- : after he had changed he
was ready to face the day...or what was left of it. Waking ritual as always
involved leaving behind the basement, small pack in hand holding several books,
scrolls and his writing materials, to move to the living room, start


-Mason- : that fireplace just in
case he wouldn't be the only one within the holds of the structure at the end
of the day. Gaze lingered on the heap of blankets before he shook his head and
moved to leave behind his home and head towards the teahouse.-


-Izzinidia- : -That was certainly
not a morning hangover to which Izzinidia cared for it seemed...His head had
eased up on its tense headache mannerism long into the night, and by morning
today, he felt far more refreshed than that day. There was a note to self ->


-Izzinidia- : that drinking, and
Izzinidia --don't mix. But where was the lone drow to be today? He already
finished going over notes, although he had yet to start on his house plans
despite being more focused on getting other things built, like those twenty
houses,->


-Izzinidia-
: for the poorer civilians of this hamlet, of course surely the middle class
and upper class could either make their own house or simply buy the next
expensive house to go up by spring. Never the less, the man had been staring
out the open window, taking->


-Izzinidia- : in the sight of the
melting snow as mother natures dead hand was slowly being ressurected once
again. Stories were indeed told under the snow. Of new growth. Of new life. Of
new dreams and wakes. So what was the story behind Izzinidia? Were the angels
->


-Izzinidia- : after him? Oh
surely there was something there to have him be so solitared in his own room
for hours upon end. Towards the forest he stared, each month, each week, and
each day that prickling sensation of tension would build up more and more until
he ->


-Izzinidia- : was almost certain
he would take actions into his own hands. But that would be foolish, he had to
remind himself of what patience was. How did the saying go again? The key to
everything is patience. You get the chicken by hatching the egg, not by ->


-Izzinidia- : smashing it. Then
again, this was one chicken he didn't want to hatch. Eyes gazed away from the
window momentarily to glance towards the wall, as if to be peering beyond it
and towards Zillah who...despite being seperated by walls, was just as easily
->


-Izzinidia- : heard as the man on
the opposite side getting his jollys off with Mrs. Hand. So Izzinidia, today is
a new day, or new evening for that matter. What do you do now, even as you lean
against that window sill and contenplate things out?-


-Mason-
: -A distance traveled so many times before the mage could already follow the
unseen path without looking up, head once again burried in a book as he moved
up the steps of the teahouse, boots thumping down to get rid of anything that
could be dragged


-Mason- : into the place of
business. Fingers coiled around the knob, a sharp twist and push to open the
barrier to allow an air of warmth to hit the mage which wasn't exactly bothered
by the current weather though those winds did wish to play with the pages
of


-Mason- : his reading material.
Two more thumps and then he walked in, hand shifting to give a light push
against the door to have it fall shut behind him as greys were pulled away from
writing to see if any had decided to grace the teahouse with their
prescense


-Mason- : already yet the only
thing to grace his vision was Yume, the woman as always busying herself with
keeping the teahouse clean and prepared for any customer yet this time she
stopped Mason as he moved towards his table in the back, a note handed to
him,


-Mason- : from the Drow
apparently "Thanks. Could you bring me a pot of chrysanthemum tea and some
of those...those cookies." He really needed to remember the name but it
seemed Yume knew what he was talking about and off to the kitchen she was. The
note was put


-Mason- : within the book as it
was shut, placed down on the table so he could drop the pack on the cushion
next to the one he seated himself on. "Lets see." Two fingers popped
the book open to the pages the note had been held, a shake of his head as he
read the


-Mason- : contents though he
figured it was for the best, maybe the Drow realised it wasn't wise to let
personal issues seep into those of business. Note shoved into his pocket he'd
refrain from starting his reading so Yume wouldn't have to actually get his



-Mason- : attention away from it
when she returned with his order.-

Zillah : :: oh she didn't want to move, not if there was any
way around that. but the persistant thumps to the back of already battered ribs
was making that possibility null and void. legs swung over the edge of the bed,
bare soles pressing against the cool >>


Zillah : floorboards before knees
straightened to pull the bulky frame upright fully. palms were pressed against
the aching bulge, a vain attempt to ease the kicks that rattled her insides
like a backwards pinata. where to go? not many options and the very >>


Zillah : idea of actually going
to the teahouse made her stomach clench uncomfortably. but...staying enclosed
in that little square wasn't exactly high on the assassin's priority list
either. what to do, what to do? while the mind trickled through the
choices>>


Zillah : lay before her, that
over taxed body would move through the motions of dressing. pulling on the
altered grey pants and shirt, kidskin boots, and gloves. sure was a lot of pomp
just to go...no where really. this places might as well have been at
the>>


Zillah : end ot the world, cut
off fro,m everything that might interest her. not that there was any chance of
enjoying her interests just yet. leather coated digits pressed through the
short dark tresses, mussing the locks and giving the moving corpse a wind
>>


Zillah : blown appearance. call
it a precautionary measure before venturing into the gale force winds that
shrieked past the window to her room. still undecided, standing there in the
middle of that room like a simpleton awaiting their next move. when did
she>>


Zillah : become so....cloistered?
agoraphobic almost. odd since the woman was a mild clautriphobe, hence the open
windows and sleeping outside in decent weather. features contorted into a scowl
before flattening out, fingers closing about the thick wool of >>


Zillah : that grey cloak. to all
the hells with it, she was going to brave the elements. ::


-Mason- : -It wasn't long before
Yume returned with his order, placing everything down so it was actually well
set up for the reading the mage would be doing, cup right above the book, pot
within reach and the plate with the shortbread to the side. Coins were


-Mason- : produced "Those
are for the tea and whisky from last time." An explenation in return to
the odd look the woman gave him as he clearly gave too much for just his order,
boss or not Mason figured even Izzi's orders had to be paid for. The woman gave
an


-Mason- : understanding nod and
then was off again to tend though small tasks to keep herself busy leaving the
mage to pour himself a cup of tea, pick up one of the cookies and then his
attention was finally on the book again. Strangely enough it wasn't a book



-Mason- : containing spells,
magical studies or anything of the kind, no the book was simple one of tales
involving many myths, a break from working in a way seeing how much of that he
was getting done with nothing else to do at home besides going over prices



-Mason- : with Cols and getting
the information on how long each task would take and when best to start. The
elemental had figured if the weather would stay clear of rain or some late snow
the work on the bridge and barn would be done in just a few weeks which



-Mason- : would leave him with
plenty of time to start on the houses the Drow wanted, how long those would
take would once again depend on the weather and of course on how long it'd take
to come to an agreement over the price. Mason of course had all the notes



-Mason- : with him but felt
little for venturing the inn or private property after just waking, perhaps
he'd be able to be a tad lazy and find either of the Drows to venture to the
teahouse and thus making his day so much easier.-


-Izzinidia- : -Well, why not? He
had nothing better to do, and so, Izzinidia would gaze back out that window for
no more than a moment before shutting the window pane and simply heading to the
door. He might as well talk to Mason about a price on the houses...And ->


-Izzinidia- : then some of
course. So he left the room, and the inn all together, making his way across
the slush, those eyes to glance towards Desun's shoppe for a few on his
journey. But he'd continue none the less, having noticed that it was awefully
quiet at the->


-Izzinidia- : female merchants
wagon. Never the less, he would assume in seeing her again, despite it being
rather...odd that things went down in that wagon thanks to the moon fae dust.
But never the less, he'd continue on toward the deck like structure, under
the->


-Izzinidia- : awning and
proceeded by manoeuvring the mechanism holding the double doors jarred. The
fine smell of spices filled his nostrils and had him lingering a bit near the
door, allowing it to all blow out towards him, but of course he would proceed
in ->


-Izzinidia- : entering the
teahouse, unknown to Zillah's physical condition so far, nor of Masons precense
with the teahouse, of course, he'd find out soon enough that today...was going
to be a special day at that. Feet were wiped off at the door, and soon Izzinidia
->


-Izzinidia- : found himself
walking over to Masons table, eyes gazed down, and yet he found he forgot what
he was going to say...maybe he should just get a cup of tea and wake up some
more, so he moved to the kitchen. Just what he needed...His own specialty brew
of ->


-Izzinidia- : spicy yet
refreshing tea. Always good for those cold evenings after all.-


Zillah : :: circumstances would
have the drow inside and the teahouse and, indeed, already passed the threshold
before the woman even ventured from the inn to traipse across the cold expanse
that seperated the two buildings. winds seemed intent on slithering>>


Zillah : under clothing to taint
flesh with it's frosty touch. a sucking sound would follow each press of boot
soles to the mushy earth, something unavoidble yet it managed to irritate the
uncomfortable woman more than it should have. where was the silent >>


Zillah : stealth? gone until her
body was once more her own. how much longer? it seemed like forever though
surely it couldn't be much longer before that new life strang forth and altered
the world once more. a toss of the dark crown, wind plucking cloying >>


Zillah : tendril from those large
amaranth eyes by a simple alteration in positioning. toes came into contact
with the wall of the teahouse, slurry knocked from the deep treads before a
sharp jerk pulled the door open. how odd that welling of nostalgia,
though>>


Zillah : surely it was only for
the appetizing herbs that struck her nasal cavities and played with the
precarious locked up emotions. the drow was out of sight, and the mage was
ignored as always. just because the assassin was out in public didn't mean she
was>


Zillah : planning on being
sociable. perish the thought! cloak to peg and body to a table, all in a very
quiet and succinct fashion. getting down onto one of those cushions was going
to be the real test now::

-Mason-
: -The entrance of the Drow was ignored like any other as usual, even if this
wasn't a book on spells it still managed to draw the mage's attention into it
completely, that was however until the steps clearly made the form stop at his
table. Sentence


-Mason- : was finished before
eyes finally moved up to see the Drow...simply standing there. Not a word was
said however as he waited but it seemed the Drow wasn't going to speak and just
moved to the kitchen, leaving behind a somewhat confused mage who simply


-Mason- : went back to his
reading with a shake of his head, at least Izzi wants shouting about penises
anymore or telling his strange stories. Then there was yet another new arrival
and the mage simply let out a long sigh, why didn't business pick up before
he


-Mason- : actually got to the
teahouse? Sure as hell would be easier to actually keep his focus on the book
if he knew who was there already... well he wouldn't really care if he had been
lost to the stories again already but seeing he wasn't he'd take the


-Mason- : time to check out what
kind of odd customer they'd be having today while enjoying a few sips from his
tea. Brow arched as greys landed on the assassin, oh now wasn't this
interesting, how long had it been since he actually saw those two in the
same


-Mason- : building? Not a word
was said to the woman either however, he knew well enough it wouldn't matter in
her current mindset and really, he still wished to speak to Piarii first before
actually making another attempt to talk to Zillah but then there was


-Mason- : the request of Izzi to
check up on her from time to time... How the hell did he keep getting into
messes like this? Cup was placed down again as gaze moved back to the page
infront of him, attention was kept half on the room however as he was rather



-Mason- : curious about whether
or not the Drow and assassin would be interacting today or if there was a
reason Izzi had stopped at his table before realising he wished for something
from the kitchen.-


-Izzinidia- : -Nothing beats the
nice hot brew of a tea to relax ones body and mind on a day like today. He only
took a simple sip of the freshly brewed tea before exiting into the main area
of the room, only to find himself glancing to Zillah who sat alone...Well,
->


-Izzinidia- : perhaps that
appology could wait for now, for surely...Well, he'd look down at his still
full cup and simply move over to Zillah, setting it down before her as eyes
attempted to catch sight of how bruised she was and so on and so fourth,
"Here." ->


-Izzinidia- : Before eventually
venturing over to Mason. He didn't sit quite yet, although he did stare long
and hard down at Mason who seemed to be reading something. Perhaps that would
be where he'd wait before finally speaking his words.- "Alcohol is the forbidden->


-Izzinidia- : fruit that I
clearly should have not consumed." -No appology, although it was clear he
was sorry for whatever he put Mason through...Well, more so feeling like he
hurt his own image and attempted to make up for it in some way by words...He'd
wait on ->


-Izzinidia- : some sort of retort
from Mason before continuing with his words.- "Now then, a price for the
twenty houses I want constructed? Or has there not been one for me in my time
of abscence (more like time of recovering from a majour hangover)?" -?


-Izzinidia- : ->*


-Izzinidia- : Lets not forget all
those other things Izzinidia had been doing behind the scene, like the worlds
longest none forum post erotic roleplay scenes...-


-Izzinidia- : -Runs to ze little
drows room.-]]


Zillah
: :: insubstantial leather coverings were being peeled from the clever digits
when Izzi walked up to where she sat less than comfortably upon the floor.
ceramic on wood, a single words spoken, all seemed to fall on deaf ears until
steps led the man >>


Zillah : towards the mage's
table. mere sight of the brew seemed to cause a clench in the woman's stomach,
a serious effort of will taken to not curl those shell pink lips back in a
grimace of distaste. not because it was something the drow had made, but more
>>


Zillah : for the fact any sort of
substance making its home in her digestive track was frowned upon. hance those
sunken cheeks and wan coloring. sleep had clearly been evasive lately, dark
smudges even deeper under lackluster gems. conversation was a buzz in >>


Zillah : those ears,
insubstantial when placed against the break dancing going on in her womb. boy
was that kid active, as if it knew something was up when its mother remained
blissfully unaware. fingers would eventually curl about the offered team
soaking in >>


Zillah : the heat through the
pres of palms to the outter surface. she'd accept that much at least. ::

-Mason- : -Was the mage still really reading however or was
he paying attention to the Drow's approach towards the assassin? Well if he was
paying attention to that it would have moved back to the book before the Drow
arrived at his table once more. Now weren't


-Mason- : those words ever so
true, Izzi handled alcohol worse than the mage himself and he clearly hadn't
expected to see such a thing, especially not from the Drow. "Well now that
I know that you won't be getting that served here anymore." Denying the
owner


-Mason-
: of the teahouse a certain order seemed odd but then he had to think about
what was best for the business didn't he? The behaviour Izzi displayed after
just one glass would certainly not be for the best should other customers be
present and the mage


-Mason-
: obviously didn't feel much for having to carry the Drow to his room again. He
motioned for the Drow to sit before closing his book and turning to the pack to
pull out the note about the pricing for those houses, putting it on the table
and sliding it


-Mason-
: over to Izzi, whether he sat down or not. "Thousand silver for each
house, estimated time for each is on the paper. If you want it done faster
there'll be an extra charge of five silver a day." Now if only he knew how
much the elemental would actually


-Mason-
: charge maybe the mentioned pricing would seem that much. "We will be
giving the work on the bridge free of charge, call it a gift for giving us such
a big assignment."-


-Izzinidia-
: -Today was indeed going to be a very busy day. But that was still unknown to
Izzinidia, despite almost swearing he could hear music somewhere near the
assassin (break dancing kid). Fingers idoly reached across the table and
grasped the piece of paper,->


-Izzinidia-
: examining its contents before nodding his head in approaval.- "Very
well, one thousand silver pieces it is." -A pause came, now one should
question, where did a man without a home keep all that money? Well, he hid it
of course...- "I'll deliver the ->


-Izzinidia- : money when I
retrieve it." -Now he was cupless it seemed, and for that, he'd glance
back towards the kitchen, waiting to get Yume's attention before ordering the
drink he just made.- "Add a bit more ginger root to it too." -Of
course, he'd catch the ->


-Izzinidia- : sounds of the
bridge being offered up for free and so suddenly gaze towards Mason quietly.-
"Is that so?" -Well at least he was offered a gift as this, and maybe
surely beings would eventually use the unaccessable hotsprings across the
river...which ->


-Izzinidia- : seemingly, were
once all for Zillah, and yet now that seemed to be a change of plans, so why
not make it public? Perhaps he could even put a small fee on it or
something...yes, they were still not quite done in a way the landscape was.
Perhaps he'd add ->


-Izzinidia- : onto it and yet, it
wasn't quite the way to capture relaxation in the wild if you had buildings all
about....-


Zillah : :: droning in one's ear
was rather...boring, and since the strikes to her midsection were becoming far
more painful with sitting it would seem the obvious solution was...standing,
duh. releasing the cooling cup of untouched tea hands would press against>


Zillah : the table top firmly,
muscles tensed in preparation of rising, spine already complaining about the
strain it was under. pressure exerted, limbs unfolding laboriously. lids fell
closed at the halfway point between upright and crouched, probably a good>>


Zillah : thing too since it was
during that moment that something seemed tear. liquid pooled down those slender
legs, jerking motion to an abrupt hault. seconds ticked by with not a word, not
a twitch escaping the woman. if anythiing was going on around her it>


Zillah : was lost in the
thunderous pounding of her own heart in her ears. oh dear gods.....like a dam
breaking the world rushed back, hot and colorful curse words spewing from those
lips as realization dawned like a boulder smashing her on the head. >>


Zillah : this was bad. very, very
*very* bad. of all the times to....she should have stayed in her damned room
rather than being stuck here in that condition with probably to two *worst*
choices ever. maybe taking a knife to her own throat would save time? >>


Zillah : what good could the two
mages possibly be in delivering a baby? oh, some god out there was a cruel and
vindictive bitch::


-Mason-
: -Well wasn't the Drow making this ever so easy on the mage, no objections, no
attempts to lower the price, now if things went this smooth with the Drowess
later on this would be quite a good day. "Well, you know where to find
me." Unless of course the


-Mason-
: mage decided to go off on a litle trip but then it would be doubtful that
he'd think of that on his own, no he was already caught up on work he couldn't
do during that absense and now that Tai still wasn't back he'd be able to
actually get ahead on


-Mason-
: things he had planned. "Yes, even though you already received such a
thing when Cols helped you for no charge whatsoever." But then again it
was a proof of how skilled the elemental was which maybe made it so the Drow
was now so willing to hire him


-Mason- : again? Greys would move
past the Drow once the string of curses was flying through the teahouse, a
frown formed as he saw the assassin "Did you put anything in that tea you
gave her?" So he had been paying attention to that instead of his book. Oh



-Mason- : wasn't this going to be
fun when the mage found out what was actually happening though at least he
wasn't alone during this situation.-

-Izzinidia- : -Well there was indeed something to stop the
drow from his retorts...He could almost figure it was because the baby was
beating the shit out of her, although that didn't seem to be the case, yet
Izzinidia didn't quite look back at her.- "Hmm..." ->


-Izzinidia- : -It seemed when
Izzi wasn't beating her up, that child was...like father, like child maybe? Of
course, Izzinidia finally found himself to be turning that head of his
eventually in order to gaze back at the cussing woman for a moment and
then...He'd ->


-Izzinidia- : peer a bit more.
Did she spill the tea on herself? Oh surely that must be it, why else would she
be cussing unless..- "Zillah." -A slight attempt to get her attention
really, although then he was getting up, deciding to go get her a cloth to wipe
off->


-Izzinidia- : the liquid before
someone else came in to see the scene. Oh Izzi, you silly boy, there was going
to be an even bigger scene happening than simply spilling a hot cup of tea all
over yourself! At least the baby wouldn't be coming right away, which would
->


-Izzinidia- : leave Izzinidia to
his thoughts that its still tea, until otherwise said of course...or...until he
suddenly stopped having gotten closer to the door to see the cup was untouched,
and that would be when he'd glance to Mason with that look that said ->


-Izzinidia- : otherwise for what
he thought...- "Shit." -The words hissed out. Well, he definetly knew
this would be coming soone or later but...Even as he made his way over to
Zillah, he didn't quite know what to do with her in the teahouse of all
places.- "Maybe we->


-Izzinidia- : should move you to
the backroom..." -Nothing beats eating a bowl of stew or something and
watching the Live version of discovery channel at the next table...-


Zillah : :: it would be advisable
for those two males to divest the woman of the blades she was, of course,
carrying before the first set of contractions. unless they both wanted sure
fire ways to never procreate again. be it violent castration or simply lack >>


Zillah : of a pulse, either would
be equally effective. but she wasn't going to be making such suggestions, not
when those vulgar phrases were still curling throuh the air like a poisonous
fog of disbelief and anxiety. shoulders started shuddering slightly, as>>


Zillah : if the woman were truely
afraid of whatever was to come next. first time mother, giving birth with two
inept males, both of which irritated her on different levels, and no drugs to
dull the pain. this was hell on earth, she had died sometime in the >>


Zillah : night and this was her
hell right there. damn those vengeful gods! wide eyes went to Izzi, pupils
having contracted to pinpricks in shock. but aside from the betrayal of her
muscles the assassin kept a stoic expression, nostrils flaring to inhale
>>


Zillah : deeply before giving a
faint nod. yes, going to the back was a better idea. no one wanted to see this
and she wasn't exactly wanting to become a spectacle either. ::


-Mason- : -Wasn't he glad the
Drow was there to actually move towards the woman, she was dangerous enough
when she was acting like that 'normal' self but with the cursewords flying
around he felt little to actually aproach her. Izzi's look however didn't
promise


-Mason- : anything good,
especially not with that word added to it and the suggestion to move into the
bathroom? Well all of that combined was enough to get the mage to his feet and
take a few steps towards them, how long before he would realise what was



-Mason-
: actually going on? He wasn't exactly known for being the fastest to pick up
on things. Well once he noticed of course, slowly gears turned and a shocked
expression slipped into place "Oh hell... Seriously?" Well he was
still calm that was one thing, no


-Mason-
: danger of that mind of his shutting down yet....ok so maybe panic was slowly
setting in, what had the Drow said? Back room, yes, well he could get her there
on his own right? Maybe he should have read a book on this instead of messing
around with myths


-Mason- : or maybe he should
just...admit that he was goddamn clueless "Alright...ok...uhm...What the
hell do I do Izzinidia?" Besides staying calm so he could actually help,
gods did this place need an actual person with a medical background.-


-Izzinidia-
: -Well, at least Masonw asn't panicking...that would be one less figure to
knock out, and as for Zillah's thoughts on the knife...well, if she died, it
would make cutting her open so much more easier, after all, he discussed such
matters with Mason ->


-Izzinidia-
: before. He was obviously not afraid of seeing Zillah's guts. Never he less,
he'd begin over to Zillah, not worrying about being casterated, for it wouldn't
be the first time Zillah tried to cut him when he was trying to help.-
"Lets go, into the ->


-Izzinidia-
: private area. And don't think about stabbing me because I'm trying to help
either. We co-operate together, and you can get that thing out of you just as
quickly." -Or he could just make her deliver it on her own, he only had
experience with watching->


-Izzinidia-
: his deceased wife deliver after all...- "As for you Mason, get some hot
water, towels, a cutting utensil, and...god forbid, perhaps a needle and thread..."
-Wouldn't want her possibly splitting open and having nothing to stitch the
poor womans flesh ->


-Izzinidia-
: back to a relatively normal state.- "I'll get her back there and get her
set up..." -Provided she would co-operate and not make such a big
scene...Surely Zillah didn't want strangers to be seeing her labia's being
stretched apart as that child finally ->


-Izzinidia-
: decided it got bored of using mommy as a punching bag from the inside...-
"Now then...Zillah." -He'd take her by her arm, a quick motion of
course, and whether she fought along the way or not was up to her, but one way
or another, he'd get her back ->


-Izzinidia-
: there. Drag or not.-

Zillah : :: help or not she'd have made her own way to the
private section of the teahouse, because she *didn't* want to become and
exhibition. weight would be pressed against the helping arm, not much but
enough that she wasn't quite so precarious feeling. >>


Zillah : they'd make it as far as
the swinging kitchen door before the first contraction hit like a lead ball to
her gut. steps ceased for the duration, teeth clenched firmly against even a
muffled groan. no sense in making a big deal over something that was >>


Zillah : only going to get worse.
one could hope at least that labor wouldn't last too long, because if she was
forced to endure hours of this sort of thing she was seriously going to be
slicing some male's genitals free from their body. as the pain subsided
>>


Zillah : a soft growl of
frustration would escape the assassin. the hand not captured by holding his arm
slamming against the kitchen door to send it banging against the wall as it
flew open. " hurry up" because it was Izzi holding her up and not her
own >>


Zillah : body...yeah that made
perfect sense. slouching foreward, a bit more weight placed against the drow at
her side " you don't need anything to cut, i have enough knives to chose
from on me" if that wasn't a dangerous hint then nothing was::


-Mason- : -Ok so this was
serious, everything needed was stored and kept being repeated in his mind as he
moved towards the kitchen, forgetting to mention Izzi should just get a knife
from the woman because he seriously doubted she'd be out without at least
one


-Mason- : of them. "Yume I
need water and towels, bring them in as soon as you can." To hell with the
hot part, not like the Drow or Mason couldn't take care of that. Once he got
the confirmation from the startled woman he moved into the private area
"..Needle


-Mason- : and
thread...right..." Wouldn't it have been oh so smart to tell the mage
where he should even start looking, at least they'd come to a place that
wouldn't soon be a mess from the mage searching all over the area. Of course
Mason slightly in panic


-Mason- : wasn't good, too many
thoughts starting to swirl around in that mind would not help the search and
seeing how long it was taking he simply gave up and returned to the kitchen and
seeing both of them at the door "Where the hell do I find that?"
There


-Mason- : better be an answer
before the mage lost enough patience to simply go back and rummage around more,
of course if there was an answer he'd simply go pick up the things from their
location and wait for both of them to get there.-


-Izzinidia-
: -Well okay, so he expected Mason to at least know where some things were
since he was practically living here. But of course, he wasn't the slow one
here...I mean, Izzinidia was the one being quick here despite what Zillah would
think.- "Stop telling ->


-Izzinidia-
: me to hurry up when you're the one being slow." -Hopefully not another
arguement to break out as he shoved passed Mason to get into the private
house.- "I was trying to keep her mind off of stabbing me, but fine."
-And as for the needle, well, Zillah ->


-Izzinidia-
: knew where that was, so he'd leave it up to her to state on that one... All
in the mean time, he'd direct Zillah towards the bedroom, but then he
stopped...well, she'd have to lie across the bed with the way it was stuck in
that small corner unless...->


-Izzinidia-
: "the bed or the cushions? " -Well, she was the one to be having the
baby, and perhaps the cushions would be better so Izzinidia and Mason could
give her help in keeping her legs bent and spread apart...plus something to
push against at that...and they ->


-Izzinidia-
: could always adjust the pillows as well...- "Ah, and do you want
something else to wear? Or just that?" -Well, she could have her favorite
shirt on and not want to get baby juice all over it..-


Zillah : :: a step past him was
taken before realizing that he'd stopped. a half turn to glare out of the
corner of one glimmering eye, then another shift until she was facing him. him,
the reason she'd been suffering physically for the last nine months. >>


Zillah : the bastard! lids
twitched noticably, fingers rising to grip the front of his shirt tightly. was
she going to kick him or kiss him. neither would be exactly warrented and at
least one would lead to an arguement later. lips would pull back from
her>>


Zillah : teeth in a snarl,
shoulders hunching foreward as a second wave of pain flickered through her
body. forehead to his sternum, lids squeazing shut tightly. this time a soft
'mph' of discomfort would escape, breath coming in slow pants. there had been
>>


Zillah : questions asked before
this....what were they? ah yes " mending kit....pocket" should have
been a boyscout since the woman was always prepared. but that wasn't it, Izzi
had spoken..." i don't care, just hurry up and get this thing out of
me!" >>


Zillah : a reasonable request
considering all they had to do was sit there and watch for the most part.::


-Mason- : -Fine he was shoved
aside, didn't matter at least he could take the water and towels from Yume.
Towels were held underneath his arm, the deep bowl filled with water held with
one palm underneath, which started to rise in temperature to heat up the



-Mason- : water, the other
holding on to the edge of it . "Thanks, just tend to any customers that
come in as usual." With that he was off into the private area again,
catching the words about the kit as he put down the bowl and towels on the
table, it could be


-Mason- : moved wherever they
wanted after that "Just take out the damn thing.... and get her weapons
away from her." If they, well Izzi, wanted his help he better disarm the
woman before this all started to get worse. He wouldn't stay linger around but
went


-Mason- : back towards the
kitchen to close the door that separated private from workplace, if they were
gone from the public view they should at least be cut off soundwise as well.
Once that was done it'd be back to the pair and the situation he rather not be
in.-

-Izzinidia- : -Oh yes, cuz a screaming woman in the
background would be just l-o-o-ovely. His shirt was grabbed, almost expecting
the woman to punch him out or something and yet she didn't...She just leaned
against him...Ah, well that was good...So his hands went up,->


-Izzinidia-
: bending slightly to lift up the shirt and feel at that bump with warm hands,
something to perhaps help with the contracting muscles.- "Alright, well
lets get you into one of those dresses of yours, so at least we can pull it up
and down..." -He'd tug on->


-Izzinidia-
: her a bit, trying to help her into the bedroom to find something for her to
wear.- "The contractions aren't close enough yet..." -And he was sure
she wasn't dialated enough, or at least he was hoping she wasn't, he wasn't
ready for that kid to be ->


-Izzinidia-
: falling to the ground in the middle of mommy changing into her dress or
something...- "And give me one of those knives...leave the rest in here
with your clothes, okay?" -And yes, he would even help her get her shirt
and pants off, help her change while->


-Izzinidia-
: holding helping in supporting her up if it was a must.- "The baby won't
come just because we're ready or not...to each his own with women..." -A
drow from a drow culture where he watched the birthing of children and...well,
he had to if he was going to->


-Izzinidia-
: kill them right away...Not that he'd bring up that infront of Zillah, she
might stab him in the process of it all...-


Zillah : :: if only there was a
way to pass over the brithing to him, that would have been nice. like some
wierd bi-pedal seahorse kinda thing. but alas there was no such aid coming to
the woman, only those warm hands helping her struggle through the
process>>


Zillah : changing. he'd be
offered quite the view of those dark splotches along her abdomin, the stretched
flesh most bruise than anything else. thankfully there weren't any blades
strapped to her legs. she couldn't reach them for one thing and now she
didn't>>


Zillah : have to worry about the
m being....icky. but there was one strapped to her left upper arm and that
would be the one to be offered over for later use. the woman was even nice
enough to pull the inch long razor from where it had been concealed in
her>>


Zillah : mouth. she was, for
once, completely unarmed. unless they came close enough to suffer her right
hook. a final tug was given to the dress before the next contraction hit. it
was closer than the last two, more painful. looked like this baby wasn't
>>


Zillah : messing around in
actually being born. it wanted out ASAP. she'd be more than happy to oblige
such a notion::


-Mason- : -Well wasn't this just
lovely, they almost looked like a normal couple preparing for a birth...if one
would ignore the fact knives were asked for and they were actually on the
mother's person. However since both seemed to have forgotten the kid he'd



-Mason- : move to the discarded
clothes, looking through the many pockets...why did this woman need that many?
"Got it." He was mostly talking to himself, keep his mind from going
off into some sort of meltdown. "How much do you actually know about this?"



-Mason- : Obviously a question to
the Drow, figuring from how the assassin was reacting in all this this was
either her first or that kid just had a seriously nasty attitude. Kit was
placed with the bowl and towels, the mage checking the temperature to see if it


-Mason- : needed reheating
"You better tell me what to do Izzinidia because I sure as hell don't have
a clue." Mason was still pretty calm though if he was just left to guess
about everything he might as well leave he figured, no reason to get on a
certain


-Mason- : person's nerves during
all of this.-


-Izzinidia-
: -He'd take the knife and pass it over to Mason before even getting to the
point in moving the dress dressed Zillah into the living room area where he'd
make her face towards him, taking before her hands and making her her feet were
using his as some use->


-Izzinidia-
: to keep her from sliding.- "Just lean back and I'll lower you down onto
the pillows." -Of course then when she was down upon those pillows, he'd
glance to Mason.- "I need you to keep one of her legs parted and
bent..." -Thats all he had to do really...->


-Izzinidia-
: in fact, bringing a child in to this world wasn't as hard as it sounded, at
least with the steps, he could only imagine the pain to be worst than imagined...one
being told him it was like getting a bad crap from gas or something..so he
obviously took it->


-Izzinidia-
: as an understanding...- "Okay... Zillah, I want you to tell me how close
your contractions are from one another..." -He'd crouch and then
eventually get onto his knees...God he wished Kuali was here...The woman could
at least grab that other leg and->


-Izzinidia-
: hold it, if not help deliver the baby, but...what he had, he had to deal
with...And of course while he waited, he go her propped up, getting a blanket
ready to put the baby in after it was cleaned up.- "I know about as much
as I can from watching..." ->


-Izzinidia-
: That, he would admit..-


Zillah : :: sure the steps made
it sound like a breeze. until you were the one push a watermelon through a
space the size od a baseball. there were some serious design flaws in the human
body, nothing was ment to work like that. but work it would, though for>>


Zillah : the time being she'd
simply wait out the increasing contractions. she was supposed to count the time
between them? wasn't that someone who wasn't experiencing excruciating pain
job? seemed a bit foolish to ask the woman that bit of information. >>


Zillah : somewhere in the midst
of the tear inducing agony she'd reach for a hand, any hand, mostly to crush it
in her grip with every wave. sweat beaded along the pale brow, large eyes
shimmering with an almost fever brightness. closer and closer. she
wasn't>>


Zillah : certain how long this
was supposed to go on but it was feeling like the wait wouldn't be much longer.
air huffed out harshly, a soft groan escaping. " i can't do this...."
that was an alien phrase. out of all the things she'd admit to inadequancy
in,>


Zillah : this would likely be the
last they expect to hear it on. not like she had a choice either::

-Mason- : -Well there was a first, holding one of her knives
instead of having it stabbed into him, take a guess which one he liked more. He
followed them of course, waiting for instruction but boy did he not like the
sound of that when he was actually told what


-Mason-
: to do. Still he couldn't just bugger off now so he got down next to the woman,
put the knife well out of her reach but still kept in reach for the Drow, he
would be looking away from the 'scene', so facing the assassin...gods did she
seem to be


-Mason-
: enjoying this. Arm moved underneath her leg, right underneath the knee so it
had to bend and then spread outward, a light shake of the head as he did so.
"...I hope you watched damn good Izzinidia." Great, the one actually
delivering this thing had


-Mason-
: experience in watching instead of actually delivering. Alright so he was
doing his part, just had to make sure to keep in control enough in case she
wanted to close up her legs, of course suddenly having your hand suddenly
grabbed in a vicegrip was all


-Mason- : but good to stay calm
and focussed "Goddamnit!" Hold on her leg tightened as he did his
best to keep the usual from happening, she didn't need some burn added to the
experience now did she?-


-Izzinidia-
: -Well, he watched as Zillah grabbed Masons hand, and quite frankly, he wasn't
happy about that...But perhaps there was something deep inside that made him
unhappy with the situation. However, he wouldn't say a word on it, no, he'd
simply move over to ->


-Izzinidia-
: her side at last and place his right hand upon her swollen belly, eyes gazing
heavily upon her own..- "Of course you can do this, Zillah. There is a
goal you must complete, and that is giving birth to that child. It may not be
an easy path, however it ->


-Izzinidia-
: is one you must endure. Dos phuul naut maglust. Usstan tlun ditronw tu'suul
dos, mal'rak mzild." -At least she would know she wasn't doing this alone,
he was ->


-Izzinidia-
: there after all, even helping deliver that baby despite the blinding war
between them. He'd take his free hand, stroking away a few strands of hair from
her face before he'd retract both of his hands all together and move to perch
between her legs...->


-Izzinidia-
: "Maybe we should get Yume in here to hold her other leg..." -Didn't
want to be kicked thats for sure...- "Zillah...when you take a breath,
don't suck in...you'll just end up sucking the baby back in as well..."
-He made huffing sounds, showing her how->


-Izzinidia-
: to breath.- "Like that...Okay?" -He had watched this one time...the
child was almost out and then the woman inhaled in...that poor baby disappeared
back into that stretched abyss...Then again, it still was crowning..- "And
don't push too hard...Hmm...->


-Izzinidia-
: keep your chin tucked in and kinda do a scrunch with her body..." -Now
he knew what he should have done when he was with her...Never the less, he
called out to the kitchen, hoping Yume would come in here and help before
returning to look back at ->


-Izzinidia-
: Zillah...- "At least you didn't eat anything..." -That would be
just...Izzinidia probably wouldn't be able to look at Zillah right if she was
pushing so hard that she...you know...-


Zillah : :: well if the drow was
gong to be a baby about things she was more than willing to break his fingers
as well. maybe the whole damn arm, it was only what he deserved after all.
pretty words and annoying advice. maybe she should kick him, just for good>


Zillah : measure. but such
notions were short lived since there was no longer any misunderstanding to her
situation. ready or not, it was coming out. her free hand fisted, slamming
agianst the floor, while the other tightened even more an the mage's. if this>>


Zillah : didn't make the man more
cautious about his dealings with the shifter he was hopeless. despite glaring
evilly at Izzi where he was perched the assassin actually took his advice,
breathing as he'd demonstated and feeling foolish inbetween growling in
>>


Zillah : pain. each cry was
louder, a real surprise since the woman had a broken rib reset with hardly a
peep. but all the pain she'd ever dealt with was nothing in comparison. there
was deffinately going to be no more children in her life, not unless they
>>


Zillah : were adopted. how long
was it now? minutes, hours, days? forever and not long. time was but an
illusion anyway. how ever extensive it was it wasn't going to last much longer.
each push bringing that child closer to the wide open world. sweating,>>


Zillah : panting, and crying. a
great way to meet your mother for the first time::


-Mason- : -He wasn't happy? How
the hell did he think the mage was feeling having the damn thing nearly
squeezed so hard he was sure by the end of this the damn thing would be broken.
At least the Drow was trying to convince the woman she could do this damn



-Mason-
: think but what a moment to actually think of getting the other woman to help.
"You think? Get her in here goddamnit." Maybe they'd be lucky and
there were no customers and even then, as long as they had their order it
wouldn't be a problem. If this was




-Mason- : how a woman was when
she had to deliver one...this was one kid right?..Imagine when she had to pop
out five... Such thoughts were pushed from his mind however as the woman
decided she wasn't squeezing his hand hard enough already. "Don't break my
hand!"

-Mason- : He needed the damn thing
"How much longer Izzinidia?" Of course if a broken hand was the price
for not having to be in the Drow's place...he'd happily pay it.-

-Izzinidia- : -It was the most hidious sight ever...well,
not really, but it was rather repulsive to see something coming out of where
you enjoyed to bury your head and what not for a few hours....so when something
starts coming out of it, you...well he won't be ->


-Izzinidia-
: looking or dreaming about that part the same way again.- "I can see the
heaf.." -Was crowning, it seemed that had just head to push through
leaving the rest of its body stuck. There was a picture for you, a drow head
poking out of Zillah, now he'd seen ->


-Izzinidia-
: everything. Fingers attempted to ease those small shoulders out, small
shoulders that were bigger than the head no doubt...- "One big push
Zillah." -One of many big pushes, but he wouldn't state that. He was too
busy trying not to concentrate of the->


-Izzinidia-
: and what not that was coming out of her. Plus there was the fact the baby was
darkishly coloured in flesh (although a pale dark because it's been stuck in a
place with no sunlight). Which meant, Izzinidia was the...happy...daddy of some
gender or ->


-Izzinidia-
: another. At least if she died now, he could just cut open that wall
seperating her canals to get the child out...much less messy...Not that he was
thinking that right now, he was more concentrated on the scenerio at hand.-
"Couple more pushes and this ->


-Izzinidia-
: will be all over."


Zillah
: :: do this, do that. he kept ordering things over and over with out having to
do more than simply sitting there and catching the kid as it fell out. but push
sho did, since leaving it there half stuck was most deffinately not even an
option. and then>>


Zillah : it was over, a final
release of the pressure as the child slipped free. of course there was one
final, bone crushing squeaze given to Mason's hand before the mild euphoria of
success. muscles relaxed, easing the woman back against the pillows with a
>>


Zillah : heavy sigh. she was so
tired...but still arms would reach out for that life, flinging the mage's hand
away in the process. she deserved to see the fruits of her labor (what an
aweful pun....-_- ) after all that work. and then...then there would be >>


Zillah : rest. but not until she
finally got to meet what had been battering her from the inside for so many
months::


-Mason-
: -Was the mage ever glad he was facing the other way, he didn't need to see
some head sticking out of the assassin, no he wasn't jealous of Izzi for seeing
that at all. Of course watching the woman's face was rather odd on it's own,
quite a few emotions


-Mason- : on there he hadn't seen
before...well not from her. The hold on that leg almost faltered as she gave
another squeeze and now the mage was sure something in that thing was broken
though then she was falling back and the pressure on the appendage
grew


-Mason- : weaker "Thank
gods..." Of course then it was almost thrown in his face but as she moved
her hands out to get the kid in them he let go off her leg and moved aside,
checking his hand as he got up "She doesn't have another one in there
right?" Though


-Mason- : when he actually looked
at both of them "Uhm..never mind, you two...enjoy." No need to stick
around, he had helped so he could leave though before he left the room he
looked at them both again "Congratulations Shade...Izzinidia." Proper
thing to do


-Mason- : when someone delivered
right? Of course if this wasn't over he could easily be called back but for now
he was out of the private area, into the kitchen and from there back to his
table to..reheat his tea.-


-Izzinidia-
: -Skips the birth of the placenta aaaand... the knife was taken, cutting the
cord after it was dead of blood, making sure there was more baby than cord
before he'd clear away the childs mouth and nostrils...and then of course he'd
pick the child up, ->


-Izzinidia-
: checking to make sure its air way was clean, of course the sudden indication
of that cry was a good sign, and then, and only then when he thought the little
baby boy was alright, would he pass him over to Zillah, giving him free hands
to clean her up at->


-Izzinidia-
: least a little better than she was right now. During this whole process, he
wanted to thank Mason and yet...the way he spoke it, it was still rather
monotonious, and he wasn't even looking at Mason when he said it!-
"Thanks." -One simple word before the->


-Izzinidia-
: dress was pulled over her legs and he moved to her side with a subtle sigh.
Of course, he'd look up to see if he was still there, maybe even give him a
slight smirk before going back to looking down at the little baby. He'd not say
another word just ->


-Izzinidia-
: yet, but perhaps it was because he knew it would ruin the moment...-


Zillah : :: how strange. all that
time being bludgened from this little thing and now she wasn't even upset about
it anymore. fingers moved along the tiny features, barely touching the darker
tinted flesh and pointed little ears. if it wasn't for the faint >>


Zillah : dusting of dark hair on
the small crown and the fact it had come out of her she'd think it was someone
else's child. a rise of those large eyes would find Izzi as he settled beside
her. what was this? was there a little thawing going on in the >>


Zillah : assassin? maybe she
wasn't nearly so frigid, but it could be a fluke from all the work she'd just
done. " Silus" that single name breathed out in a heavy sigh. lids
would drift closed, intending to simply rest the stinging oculars for a moment.
but>>


Zillah
: months of very little rest wouldn't allow the thin membranes to rise again,
not when it was so easy to snatch at the concious mind and drag it into the
dark abyss of exhaustion. ::